(Recommended reading: The war drums sounded again in this harsh autumn wind, the entire Allied camp began to move, and all the people and horses continued to gather under the city wall under the urging and scolding of their respective leaders, and the front was still a large array of turtle shells with double shields, and behind them was a group of east and west gangs, some carried the ladders that were hastily built overnight, and some pushed the crash car transformed with the beams, with an infinite desire for wealth, red eyes, like a trickle of water slowly converging into a huge torrent, Finally, in front of Pinglu City, it converges into a sea of human heads, and it is really endless and spectacular as far as the eye can see.

????? But at this time, in front of this sturdy pole knife and gun, in the forefront of the direct face of Pinglu County, but was driven to cry and beg people, the mother hugged her son, the old man held his granddaughter, standing in the cold wind of hunting, although people kept kneeling down to kowtow to those poles and begging for mercy, but in exchange for not sympathy but a fist, kick and stick.

???? These women and children were Gao Yingxiang and his men and horses were collected and arrested in the vicinity overnight, and Lu Huanzhi persuaded them to enter the city, but they were lucky and unwilling to leave the old mansion, thinking that the pole was originally the people, and they would be merciful and let them go, but the result was so cruel, in the face of the fierce and vicious pole, all they had left was to wail and plead.

But such a weak voice could not impress any pole, and in order to preserve their strength, they needed the old and weak to fill the deep ditch in front of them, and they needed them to consume for themselves the rolling wooden equipment of the defenders, and consume the terrible arrows.

???? The allied forces were assembled here, and the city wall was already ready to stop, seeing the thieves gathering, the squad leader and squadron leader who were responsible for leading the team also began to shout and organize the defense of the people, and all kinds of offensive and defensive equipment were constantly carried to the city by the people.

???? After some chaos, the whole battlefield suddenly fell silent, all the people held their breath, stared at each other fiercely with their eyes, and let the sudden autumn wind scream in the city and under the city, pulling the sound of the banner of the enemy and the enemy.

????“ Knock knock, knock knock. A dull drum sound, followed by dozens of drums, rolled through like thunder in the sky, shattering the silence that had been rare before the war.

???? Suddenly, in front of the pole, a little girl's shrill cry sounded in the sea of people.

???? Yes, in the earth-shattering war drums, a shrill cry was clearly heard, such a sorrow was sharp, like a sharp dagger, cutting through the lifeless sky, and then deeply piercing everyone's hearts, even if the drum sounded through the heavens and the earth, but it could not suppress this sharp cry.

???? With this cry then there was a cry, and then there was a howl that shook the heavens and the earth, and the heavens and the earth were darkened, and the sun that had just risen hid in the only dark cloud as if it could not bear to watch its kind kill each other.

???? But crying doesn't solve everything, and the sun can't stay away forever, and he can't bear to show his reddened eyes again, watching the impending killing of his people.

???? There is no one who really does not cherish their own lives, no one really cares about their own life and death, ants are still greedy for life, let alone these ordinary people?

???? But helplessly, at this moment, these innocent people are destined to be such a result, and the lives of people in troubled times are like mustard, so crying is for their tragic fate and a clear ending.

In the earth-shattering howl and the whipping and scolding of the leader, the people began to carry dirt bags as much as they could, and began to move slowly, and a bloody battle for survival inevitably began.

It was useless to cry, and he begged to stop, and all he got was a large knife, and the wailing was cut off in an instant. It's useless to cry, you can only let the impatient pole kill indifferently, behind are jackals, tigers and leopards, in front is the towering fortified city, fate has no mercy for the small people, let's go, I hope the officers and soldiers at the head of the city can have humanity and let themselves go.

?????? On the city wall, the longbowmen stared wide-eyed, looking at the boundless flow of people who were silently approaching, and felt that with the flow of people, there was a death-like breath, oppressing himself almost unable to breathe, the bow and arrow in his hand couldn't help but tremble, and a nameless fear climbed from his heart, tearing his heart and lungs, squeezing everything around him.

???? There was not a single shouting of horses and neighing on the entire battlefield, only the terrifying monotonous footsteps of Sasha with death, and the heart-rending howls slowly pressed over little by little.

???? Close, close.

???? In the near distance, I can see more clearly, it is an unkempt and ragged old and weak women and children, the first one to walk, the older ones are about to catch up with his grandfather who died early, the younger one is only a few years old, and he is still being pulled by his mother's hand, shivering in the cold wind, looking left and right with a pair of innocent and clear eyes, not knowing that he is about to die, bidding farewell to this world that he has not seen through until now.

???? Behind the enemy's formation, a series of low and urgent war drums continued to sound, the drums were shocking, but there was no change in feelings, dull and monotonous,

???? The officers and soldiers looked stupidly at the three generations of their ancestors and grandchildren under the city as they came over with the flow of people, and when they looked at them, they forgot the work they should do, and forgot that they were enemies with themselves.

???????“ What to do? What to do? At this time, Maotou suddenly yelled, looking left and right, hoping that someone would give him an answer.

Yes, all the people were shocked by this change, and below them were their own fathers and elders, and they were the people of Pinglu.

"Kaejo, Kaiseong." A villager shouted, but one of the people around him had a big mouth on his head: "The city gate has long been blocked, look again, what is behind those people?" ”

Yes, those people are closely followed by the hideous face of the pole elite, as soon as the city gate is opened, immediately with the people into the city, the flat land is in danger.

"Shoot the arrows, release the arrows quickly—" I don't know who shouted hysterically without a voice, "if they don't release the arrows, they'll be under the city—"

No one could bear to shoot arrows at the old people and children in the city, and they all looked back at the soldiers behind them who were supervising the battle, their eyes full of pleading, and their hairs trembled with tears; "It's all old people and children down here, we can't do it."

????“ Looking for death? You pickled goods? What about the elderly and children? They are bandits, robbers who have eaten up and plundered everywhere they go, and if you don't shoot them with arrows, they will come into the city, and then your house will be ruined, so let them go quickly for your own sake.

"The officer was already crazy, and he kept whipping the archers in front of him with his rattan,

???? All the people fell silent at once, most of them had families in the city, thinking about the burning and looting after the pole was poured into the city, everyone was angry and chilled from the bottom of their hearts.

At this time, the officer rushed up, snatched the longbow from the hands of the archers beside Mao Tou, and shot the huge arrow into the sky with blood-red eyes.

Maotou's head buzzed, he traveled thousands of miles to carry his mother and younger brother to Pinglu, and finally was arranged a job to make the family eat and wear, no longer have to starve to death like other people in the same village, if this is really poured in, he will become a homeless again, thinking that this brain became a blank, his hand trembled, and his giant arrow also flew out, with the two giant arrows flying out, immediately, the thrilling bowstring roared, and all the people on the city wall shouted and screamed, closed their eyes, He shot the bows and arrows in his hands one after another, and threw out the things in his hand as much as he could, as if he wanted to throw out the fear in his heart. I don't even have the courage to look at it. With the head sheep, all the people seemed to have no sense of guilt, so the layers of arrows flew like wasps to the city, to the boundless array of old people, children, women and children under the city.

???? Clusters of arrows rained down from the sky like wasps, obscuring the entire sky in the direction of the city walls, and the sun darkened in it.

???? The arrows in those old and weak eyes from small to large, with a whistling breath of death, like a hungry viper, cold into the crowd in front, wanton drinking people's blood, a burst of indistinguishable pops followed, and then there was an earth-shattering wail, the whole sea of people suddenly collapsed one after another, but the people behind were driven by sticks, knives and guns, still like waves rushing forward, filling these collapses, Stepping on the bodies of his companions who had fallen to the ground or died or were injured but not dead, he continued his numb march without a moment's pause. The men were then trampled and drowned again by more arrows, and so on and

???? Those women and children face the tall city wall, face the impassable barrier of death, and the fate that is impossible to overcome, not that they don't want to turn around and run away, but in front of them is the abyss, but behind them is also the hell of death, the murderous warlord, the ruthless broadsword that slashes and kills the escapees, is waiting for them, this is all fate, forward, may rush to the dead corner of the city wall, escape a catastrophe, but turn back, it is an absolute dead end, so at this time, push away the companions who are in the way in front of you, and strive to rush to the dead corner under the city, It's safe to escape for a while.

???? The only way to move forward is to hand over your fate to the fate in the dark.

???? In the face of the rain of arrows, the people did not and could not stop, and slowly poured into the moat to the sound of cries and drums of battle, and rushed to the tall walls of the flat land.

???? Ahead was the moat, the hideous stakes under the moat, the white new planed tips, like the steel teeth of a beast, waiting to drink life and blood at any time.

???? The old man was lucky enough to avoid a rain of arrows, and was pushed to the edge of the trench, instinctively wanting to stand still, but the crowd behind the wall was not at all her thin body could resist, there was no suspense, screaming and being squeezed down the trench, wearing on the wooden pillar of the forest, there was not much blood flowing out of the body, because the blood was drained by this fate, and there was no heart-rending howl, because no matter how miserable the howl was, it could not move the heavens to send a trace of mercy, just like that, with a dry mouth open, staring at godless eyes, Looking at the blue seeping sky, he let out a sigh of relief, and lowered his old head as if he was relieved. Only a strand of long pale hair fluttered slowly in the wind swirling in the trench, until another child covered in the corpse of a child with a range of arrows.

"Stop, stop—" Several old voices sounded heart-raunting in the humming bowstrings, and the old county man of Lu Huanzhi, who stumbled out of the city tower, roared, pulling the longbow in front of him, kicking and beating, and when the last giant arrow fell, except for the screams of Lu Huanzhi and the old county man, it was a death-like silence on the city.

At this time, Mao Tou saw the officer beside him, dropped the longbow with a loud voice, and then climbed up the battlements of the city wall with difficulty, stood abruptly on the high battlements of the city wall, looked at the city gate tower in the distance, and there was a figure in a fiery red suit, with open arms: "Miss-I'm sorry, I'm guilty, and I will still be your and my uncle's personal soldiers in the next life-" and then resolutely plunged down the city wall.

Above and below the city, countless people watched the officer's body fall down the tall city wall, silent, and everyone was thinking about what to do next.

At this time, another officer climbed the battlement of the city wall, opened the longbow in his hand, and firmly faced the surging crowd under the city, and sent out the huge arrow in his hand.

Countless huge arrows flew up again, and swooped down on the city, and as the officer shot the huge arrow in his hand again, ten more rounds of fire followed. Then, in his teary eyes, he watched the officer roar and pounce on the city.

And at this time, another officer climbed up the buttress again-

"How can this be so, how can it be like this." Zihan burst into tears, muttered weakly, stood at the highest place of the city wall, looked out, was a group of vicious poles, looking inward, there were thousands of people, all of which were separated by this city wall into two distinct worlds, tears in his eyes, watching another of his original personal soldiers climb up the battlement, Zihan really didn't know whether to reward them or punish them, whether they died heroic or despicable?

"County lord, this is the troubled times, this is the reality, in order for the people we protect to survive, we must let another group of people die, justice? The people who write justice are those who are pale and sigh under the food of brocade clothes and jade in the peaceful world. ”

Under the city, the people have died, the pole has not charged, the city is as silent as death, and the battlefield is strangely still at this moment.

"What should we do next?" Zihan, who was decisive in a killing, looked blankly at the few people outside the city at this time.

Zhao Zi took a deep breath: "If the battle continues, I think, I should stand on top of the battlement." After speaking, he walked to the city with fluttering sleeves.

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