At the same time that Li Le'an confronted the scarred man, the Northern Yan army, which was deeply trapped in the Eastern Customs, completely lost the courage and ability to resist the flames. At this time, the people of the city, whether they were soldiers or generals, whether they were civilians or soap officials, were blinded by the fear of the flames. What they saw in their eyes, what they heard, and what they thought in their hearts were all blank, and all they could barely drive were their legs and only the skin on their bodies.

Unfortunately, the so-called city gate caught fire, which affected the pond fish. Now the entire Donghaiguan has fallen into the great shaman He Wendao's 'Heavenly Fire Burning City', whether it is Liang Jing Liang Zongti, who came from Zuo Cheng's sect and has a bright future, or those mediocre 'nameless people' in the past, they all seem as small as leaves in the wind in this fire, whether they are struggling to make a last stand, or resigned themselves to death in a sea of fire - under the flames, in this Donghaiguan as bright as day, they are all the same kind - prey.

At this moment, in addition to those hardcore henchmen who were used to surrounding him, there were still thousands of veterans of the Pingbei Army who dared to come to the East City Gate to put out the fire first. These veterans are all brave men who have fought with Yan Chongwu for many years, and their experience of escaping death may be more than the number of times Lord Liang has been corrupt and perverted the law. These people's desire to survive in the face of death is far from comparable to that of ordinary people; Under their hoarse command and encouragement, the work of cleaning up the east gate is still in progress.

And I don't know if it's because of the outbreak of survival instincts, the craftsmen and soldiers who can barely function under the brain can barely function, the strength of their bodies seems to be inexhaustible, and many people actually carry a weight that is impossible to bear on weekdays. These soldiers used to fight for the family's food and drink, but now they are working hard to open up an escape route for themselves;

And all this is just for the word 'alive'.

At this time, Liang Jing, the supreme commander of the Pingbei Army, also desperately suppressed his trembling limbs. Now he is not only no longer confused, but under the persecution of death, he has an unprecedented feeling! This inexplicable sense of excitement made him tremble uncontrollably. With this feeling, Liang Fatzi, who was as good as wine and wealth in the past, seemed to be incarnated as the young student who was still reading the books of sages and was penniless.

He took off his majestic general's helmet, untied the gilded sword he wore at his waist, and tried his best to drive his bloody limbs, pulling his neck and shouting instructions that might not be useful to encourage the morale of the army, while drawing buckets of water from a deep well by the east gate, and then pouring his head into the flames that approached the city gate......

Not only Liang Jing, but everyone except the sergeants and craftsmen who were carrying stones at the east gate knew that what they were doing was useless: even if he shook the wheels at the mouth of the well quickly, this amount of water would definitely not be able to extinguish the sky-high fire raging in the city.

Despite this, Liang Jing was still commanding the few sober soldiers, doing this useless work in vain. It's not for anything else to be so 'stupid', Liang Jing just wants to erect a false thought in everyone's hearts. As long as this thought remains, there is still hope in everyone's hearts; As long as they don't give up hope, then true hope doesn't necessarily come to them.

Things have developed to this point, and Liang Jing has no time to think about what he will face after returning to Beijing. The source of the 100,000 reinforcements is extremely complex, and it also involves the interests of all forces, which are not the level that a small promoter can reach.

And Liang Jing, who is facing a life-and-death decision at this moment, has incarnated into the purest Liang Jing. At this time, he only fought for himself and his brothers.

"That's it! It's done! ”

Liang Jing had just rescued a sergeant who had been set on fire by the corner of his clothes, and when he heard the word 'through' from the east city gate, tears instantly stopped flowing. After his mind was completely relaxed, his eyes naturally went dark, and he fainted and fell to the ground. Seeing this, the surrounding sergeants wanted to bend down to help, but they didn't expect that they had just touched the hot ground, and the next moment Liang Jing was shocked, and reached out and grabbed the gilded sword on the ground that was smoked to the brim......

Ignoring the burning pain in his palm, he clung to the hilt of his sword, which was heated by the heat, and stood on a wooden cart and roared:

"Brethren, the East Gate is open!"

As his smoky, hoarse shouts rang out, everyone shouted meaningless celebrations. Despite this, no one put down their work to investigate, but accelerated the movements of their hands and feet.

Liang Jing finished encouraging the army, and then turned his head to look in the direction of the East City Gate.

The east city gate, which was originally blocked by a rockery, was the first to be cleared out of the small hole where you could see the city gate, and at this time, with the efforts of the united city, it has been expanded into a circular corridor that can pass through one person!

Liang Jing took three steps and made two steps, and a few jumpers jumped on the stone mountain with great dexterity. Looking along the Yongdong, it is vaguely visible that the bolt above the gate has landed on it endright, and no one has done anything at all.

At this time, Liang Jing was even more uplifted: if those arson thieves poured a layer of burnt copper on the bolt of the city gate before escaping from the East Customs, then it is really difficult to say whether he and his brothers can escape from the fire; But now that there is nothing wrong with the city gate, that is to say, as long as a few people in the past lift the bolt, then the gate of purgatory on earth will be completely pushed open by themselves!

Liang Jing rubbed his eyes vigorously with his blistered right hand, stretched out his tongue and licked his chapped and bloodstained lips, thought for a while, stood on the stone mountain and shouted:

"Brothers, continue the work in hand, and now that the passage has been opened, I will pick two short and stout men to drill through the corridor, first open the city gates, and then carry the wounded brothers out of the city first! Don't worry, no matter how many brothers are left in this East Customs, one of them will definitely be me Liang! As long as there is still one of our group of people who has not left, someone Liang will accompany him! ”

At this moment, Liang Jing couldn't hear what he was shouting, and his ears were full of 'dong, dong, dong' like a snare drum. And what he said just now was also from the bottom of his heart. In this trial of blood and fire, he seemed to have found Liang Jing, the man who had the world in mind. He made up his mind, this time he wanted to abandon all the ways of being an official who came back from Yanjing City Middle School, and only act according to what he wanted in his heart.

Seeing that Liang Jing, who was a little timid and greedy on weekdays, could make a heart in the face of the way to survive, and was willing to cushion everyone present, these veterans of the Pingbei Army also completely accepted him from the bottom of their hearts.

After Liang Jing finished roaring, he jumped off the stone mountain, looked at the firefighting team around him, and then pulled out two sturdy soldiers and ordered:

"The two of you crawled out along the corridor first, and after pushing open the east gate, you were responsible for removing the fainting wounded on that side."

These two men were a little puzzled in the face of this general's order: although the two of them were also veterans of the Pingbei Army, after all, they had no relatives in the court, and they followed the family tree to check the eight generations, and there was no one who could be named; Now in the face of this hard-working survival path, how can it be the turn of the two of them?

"The two of you are old men in the Pingbei Army, and they are both soldiers personally brought out by Guo Xiao, the old marquis of Pingbei. Liang is extremely convinced that all the soldiers brought out by the old Marquis Guo will definitely not be a miskind who puts aside his brother and runs away by himself. Let you go out first, Liang can't rest assured! ”

With that, Liang Jing held a sharp blade in his hand and dragged down the herald who had swollen his arms three times and was still struggling to carry the stones. This fat, thin, old and young stood below the stone mountain in this way, in case someone could not resist the temptation to live and tried to flee first.

The two stout sergeants crawled through the angular corridor one after the other, not caring about the bloody calves cut by the ballast, and as soon as they landed, they reached out and pulled the deadbolt.

With a few door knocks, the two sergeants pushed open the door that represented life. In the next moment, the air with the fresh smell of earth instantly penetrated into the eyes, ears, mouths and noses of the two. The two of them unconsciously took a deep breath at the same time, and then enjoyed the dizziness that welled up in their heads.

Soon, the two who came to their senses hurriedly shouted towards the corridor:

"The gates are open! Push the wounded! ”

The voices of these two people were not very good, but when they entered the city through the corridor, they were still regarded as the sound of heaven by the people who were cleaning the passage.

As more and more wounded people were sent out, the two stout soldiers outside the door, who had been sure to live, became more and more silent.

Because they dragged out four or five brothers who had passed out of their fainting and laid them out of the city gates, they found that these men had not fainted by their exertion of force, but had already died of exhaustion! At this time, as if they had fallen asleep, they lay quietly on the bank of the moat at the east gate, and could no longer smell the fresh air with the smell of earth.

The two held back their tears and clenched their fists tightly, but they still shouted loudly towards Yongdao:

"Don't ...... Don't care about the fainting people...... Let those who can breathe withdraw first......"

After these words reached Liang Jing's ears, he was shocked after a little thought, and hurriedly ran to the city gate to investigate the 'wounded' who were fainting. After investigating more than a dozen people, I found that there was still a faint breath coming out of the mouth and nose of one person. But when Liang Jing looked around and turned around, the only survivor, I don't know when, swallowed his last breath......

Liang Jing didn't care about the sadness, and hurriedly ran back to the east city gate, and revised his general order with a hoarse voice:

"The craftsmen were the first to withdraw from the city, the people were second, and then the Pingbei army and the governor's army withdrew alternately. Everyone acts according to the order, those who still have the strength to do not let go of the work at hand, and the people who take the water fill the places left by the craftsmen in turn, and all speed up the widening of the road! ”

In this way, before the fire completely engulfed the East Gate of the East Customs, the total number of 200,000 soldiers and civilians of the East Customs who had escaped in the end was only 1,000.

And among the more than 1,000 survivors, there is not the promising Liang Jingliang general Ti, nor the rather clever young herald from a fisherman's family.