Chapter 187

Faldeler's hand holding the knife was shaking.

His mouth was snorting and panting, the air was filled with the smell of sweat and blood, and the sound of thunder was in his ears. The blood blurred his eyes, and he couldn't see what was going on around him.

Is this hell?

He asked himself, but no one could answer.

He held his sword and raised it, but he did not know whether it was the enemy or his comrades who were attacking.

There weren't many enemies around, and it was crowded with people who wanted to escape from this infernal hell. The road has been blocked, the people in front can't get out, and more people in the back are squeezing upward, cutting off the way of life for those who come after.

Well, all are enemies.

So, kill.

Nervously gripping the knife, swinging nervously, holding the knife again, swinging again, and so on, like a simple old-fashioned machine, or a beast.

Clang!

There was a crisp sound of knives in the air, the sound of two knives colliding together. It's not surprising that something like this has happened countless times before.

Faldeler swung his knife again.

Clang!

With the sound of impact, a large hand suddenly reached over and grabbed his neck, and the other party shouted hoarsely.

"Let's go. ”

It was a red eyebrow, his face clubbed in front of Fudeler, his muscles hideous, and his eyes were blood-red.

"Let's go. ”

This shout made Fudler wake up slightly, and he looked at the red eyebrows that had completely fallen into madness, his expression was stunned, and he subconsciously spat out two words.

"Brother. ”

The red-eyebrow's knife reached out and passed under Fowler's arm, piercing a barbarian behind him.

"Let's go. ”

The bare eyebrow tugged at Fudeler's shoulders and dragged him out, and he threw the knife out, and hung out a string of blood flowers, which was borne by his arm alone.

"Brother. ”

Fodder suddenly realizes an unbelievable fact: the bare eyebrows are saving themselves.

Stepping on the corpse, wading through the river of blood, the knife in his hand is the oar that cuts through the river of blood.

This is a road from the Yellow Spring to the world.

The city gate, the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood.

Jin Wendao clenched his sword and stood outside the city gate, shouting: "Enter, enter, enter, whoever takes a step back, slash!"

From outside the city to inside the city, from inside the city to outside the city, which direction leads to the world.

"Let's go. ”

The Red Eyebrows pushed Faldeler up the mountain of corpses.

rumble

An explosion sounded behind him, corpses and rocks flew up, and Red Mei was instantly crushed by four or five corpses.

"Let's go. ”

"Brother. ”

Faldeler grabbed Red Brow's hand and tried to pull him out from under the corpse. But as the crowd crowded, Chimei instantly stepped on countless pairs of feet, blood flowed out of his mouth, and his eyes were bloodshot.

"Let's go. ”

Red eyebrows opened his mouth again, and his gums had begun to bleed.

Fudler wanted to use all his strength to drag the red eyebrows out, but he didn't have much strength, and even if he used all his strength, he still couldn't do anything.

Powerless...... What a nasty word, and sometimes powerlessness is powerlessness, and nothing can be changed.

Looking at the expression on Fudeler's face, Red Eyebrows suddenly smiled and patted his hair with a bloodstained hand.

"Silly brother, grow up quickly...... Don't be a waste again...... Grow up......"

Red Eyebrow's voice grew weaker and weaker, and as one foot stepped on the top of his head, his face buried in a pile of blood, never to be lifted again.

Fordler was overrun by the fleeing soldiers, and one foot stepped on his back. Fodder stabbed a man in the leg with a knife, like climbing a tree to his feet, and he didn't have time to calm his breath and use the knife in his hand to open the way.

There was no one standing beside him, grabbing him by the shoulders and making the way for him. The next road he will walk on his own.

Inside the city, outside the city, the next road leads to the earth or to hell.

"Kill, kill, retreat the latter to death!"

Kim asked the anger that did not prevent the rout of the soldiers, and the so-called defeat of the soldiers was like a mountain, and the trend of falling down the mountain could not be stopped by one person.

The battlefield is ever-changing, and the winner or loser can change at any time. Jin Wendao thought that he would win the battle, but he was attacked by Cheng Dalei. Wengcheng became a cauldron and boiled half of the troops of Jin Wendao. Afterwards, Cheng Dalei cleaned up the corpse alone, and it took ten days to clean up. Many years after the incident, a kind of grass grew outside the valley, and there was nothing strange about this grass, except that the veins were eeriely red.

......

Cheng Dalei couldn't come out of the valley, and he devoted himself to managing his own battle to defend the city, and built the cottage into a solid one. Because of this, Cheng Dalei didn't know a lot of things that happened on this continent.

From east to west, from the Youzhou Sea in the extreme east to the Kunwu Mountain in the extreme west, the national border of the empire is like a full bow and an open umbrella.

That year, there was a great drought in the empire, and the grasslands outside the fortress also suffered a great drought. The grasslands are deserts, cattle and sheep are falling in pieces, and newborns starve to death with their shriveled mothers because they can't eat a mouthful of milk.

Hundreds of tribes of the Rong tribe formed a super-large alliance and declared war on the empire on all fronts.

These tribes are big and small, strong and weak, the already riddled empire is like a thin girl holding a big umbrella walking in the wind and rain, and the invasion of the Rong tribe is a storm that falls on the umbrella.

Therefore, what happened in Qingniu Mountain is not a big thing, it is nothing more than a part of a big event.

From east to west: Cheng Dalei was in full swing with Zhang Luo defending the city; and at the border of Bingzhou, the defenders and the Rong cavalry had just had an encounter, with thousands of horses galloping and no casualties. A middle-aged man with a brocade robe and a jade belt and a big belly sat in the carriage and ran wildly, muttering in his mouth: Only stupid people defend the city, but Lao Tzu does not defend the city.

On the northwest border, a general is struggling to support it, looking forward to it, waiting for the grain and grass to be supported.

In the capital, a man with two beards pursed his lips and said: "If General Lin wins, won't this court cover the sky with one hand, hum, the military rations will delay him for a month." ”

In the water town south of the Yangtze River, a merchant turned into a seller of wealth and raised 100,000 quintals of rice to go north to sacrifice the army.

On the same road, another team of merchants hurried to the capital.

"Let's go quickly, the price of antique calligraphy and paintings in the capital is very low, let's ship a batch back, at least three times the profit." ”

Going south and north, there are scholars who abandoned their pens and followed Rong on the way, and there are also high-ranking officials and nobles who fled to Jiangnan for refuge.

In the northwest, a lonely city. A shepherd in a sheepskin coat stopped at the city gates, holding up the sigil in his hand, and shouted at the defeated deserters.

"I am the sixth prince of the empire, and I live and die with this city today. ”

Then, no one paid any attention to him, and the rout passed him like a stream of water.

Heroic, cowardly, glorious, despicable.

There is no shortage of heroes who swim against the current in this land, and there is no shortage of mercenary villains, naturally, more ordinary people who are tired of running for their lives and trying to survive.

That year, the Rong army was in full swing, and the imperial frontier was full of war. Qingniu Mountain is like a depression, and when the tide of water passes through here, it will not be able to walk.

Then, more and more, more and more......