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[h2][color=00BFFF]32nd YPG Unit[/color][/h2]
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	Daran nodded to Marcus. [color=00aeef][b]"Yes. Go get drink from one of houses."[/b][/color] He said. [b][color=00aeef]"You earned it."[/color][/b] He said with a small smile. [b][color=00aeef]"I must talk with my unit. I see you later."[/color][/b] He nodded to Marcus before walking off.

	Once Marcus made note of his wound once again, Tara, who was standing nearby, noticed. [b][color=00aeef]"Hey, you okay?"[/color][/b] He asked, a little concerned, walking up to him.

	In the meantime, the 32nd were taking all of the dead bodies and piling them up, while taking all of the weapons that the jihadis had, and cataloging them all. Being a shit-tier militia armed with nothing but table scraps, they have to take everything they got. However, once they were finished with that, some of the women started singing some songs, some of them doing some dances while a few of the men were starting a bonfire.