The night was as quiet as water, and the moonlight was white, like a compassionate gaze, silently and pityingly looking at the earth full of disasters.

The sound of horses' hooves is getting clearer and clearer.

"Da Da Da, all of it—" Like a drum, like thunder, ringing in my ears.

Getting closer, getting closer. trampling the nerves of the Dongliang homeless people inch by inch.

The distance between the Moro Iron Cavalry and the Dongliang refugees is shortening, two miles, one mile, closer, closer......

The shadow of death looms over the open wilderness of the Five Victories.

"Run away-" Liu Yaoming shouted, his hand tightly grasping the big knife at his waist, "These ignorant and foolish people, why don't they know how to escape, they scatter and flee in all directions, if they can escape, one is counted as one, why do they gather at the pass and don't leave? Are they waiting for death? Are they going to die to show us? Are they going to punish us in this way?" His shouting had actually turned into muttering, his voice was almost hoarse, and he couldn't shout.

Bai Renzuo beside him, and several lieutenant generals, all stood quietly, no one conveyed the order to persuade General Liu Yaomin to retire and dismiss the displaced people, because everyone knew that it was too late, the Moro iron cavalry had already surrounded all the refugees at the pass, standing at the high place of the city gate, the Moro cavalry was constantly shrinking the encirclement, as they drove away, the wanderers were constantly gathering together, some did not obey, some tried to escape, the Moro soldiers waved the long knife in their hands, and the Moro long knife that sharpened iron like mud waved without mercy. Falling, heads rolled, blood splattered, and dead bodies fell into the dust like bales of rice.

The cries and cries for help were all drowned out by the neighing of the horses and the earth-shattering sound of the horses' hooves.

At this moment, even if these refugees regret it, there is no possibility of escape.

Everyone can see that there is only a dead end waiting for them.

Liu Yaomin's eyes were red, and his big hands were trembling all the time.

Bai Ren sighed quietly, at this moment, the only thing he could do was to guard this pass and take care of the last and most important pass in the southwest realm for Dongliang.

The bow was wound, the sword was unsheathed, and the sword glistened in the night.

Even if you fight to the death, you have to live and die with the five victories!

"Queue—march—" The Moro cavalry shouted in a strong Moro accent, commanding the Dongliang refugees, "All the old, weak, sick and disabled women stand in front—the sturdy men stand in the back—"

The refugees were apprehensive, and they couldn't guess what tricks the executioners were going to play.

"Obediently line up, obey the command and leave you a way to live - those who dare to resist and disobey will be beheaded!"

Wherever the cold light of the broadsword flashed, the homeless people obediently obeyed the command, the old people, children, and women all walked forward, and the adult men were forced to move backwards.

But the refugees are all taken out with their families, the road is scattered and died, almost every family has damaged relatives, this road is full of the pain of the country's ruin, and now the luck has not been separated, how can I be willing to be separated like this!

For a while, crying dad and calling mother, holding the child and reluctant to let go, holding his wife's hand and not letting go, carrying the elderly father and mother can't bear to scatter the ......

But when the Moroma hoof stepped on it, it was immediately a splattering of brains, and when a great knife slashed, flesh and blood flew away, and if it was not born, it was death.

In the face of death, everything has to retreat.

Everyone can only separate, the father throws away the nursing baby, the son watches the elderly father being drowned, and the young couple is broken up alive...... Only cries can express their sorrow and resentment.

The displaced people were divided into two groups, the front was full of women, children and the elderly, as well as the crippled with missing arms and legs, and the men in the middle.

The women and children supported each other, crying and crying, not knowing what kind of fate they were going to meet.

The young man and his sister held each other tightly, unwilling to be separated.

"Looking for death—" A Moro cavalryman rushed over, the sword in his hand was cold, reflecting a pale and bloodless face, it was my sister, her leg wound was bleeding all the way, it was a miracle to be able to escape here, her blood stained her brother's back red.

"Sister-" The young man rushed over to protect his sister and looked up at the Moro cavalry, "spare your life, sir, my sister is injured and needs my care-"

"Take care of your sister!" the cavalry smirked, and the knife suddenly slashed down.

The young man couldn't dodge, and at this moment he couldn't take care of himself anymore, so he jumped up and tightly protected his sister under him, and muttered in his mouth: "Sister, brother will protect you one last time, as long as my brother is alive, you will not be wronged." ”

But he didn't wait for the big sword to slash through his body.

I didn't feel the pain in the cone either.

Could it be...... Is Moro merciful?

He looked up, and a cruel smile appeared on the young face of the Moro soldier, and he lifted the knife and rubbed it against him, and the blade rubbed again and again, and the smell of blood hit his nose.

The young man felt the convulsions of his desperately protective body beneath him, and then he remained motionless, and he felt a hot smell of blood suddenly permeate.

It's my sister, and my sister was slashed to death by a big knife. The Moro soldier stabbed his sister to death from an angle he could not defend against.

My sister is dead?

His mind went blank and he felt that the whole world was empty.

Father and mother died, died in the hometown of the three dangers, he and his sister escaped, he promised his sister, he must take her to escape to a place where there is no war, he will take care of his sister for his parents for the rest of his life.

But he didn't, and his sister died.

"Ahh

His voice resounded like a sharp sword through the chaotic crowd.

"Go ahead—" The Moro cavalry slammed him with the back of his sword.

"No-" He suddenly lowered his head and hugged his sister's corpse, holding it and reluctant to throw it away, he knew that as long as he threw it away, his sister would be trampled into flesh by hundreds of footsteps, his sister, he was reluctant, he wanted to find a place to bury her.

"Death—" The Moro cavalry shouted, and the broadsword flipped and suddenly changed from the back of the knife to a blade, and slashed at his body.

"Ahh

Look at the cold light of the blade slashing viciously at the young man.

In the next moment, flesh and blood flew up, and the young man was hacked to death.

The refugees next to them were already numb, and dozens of pairs of eyes stared blankly at the mutilation of another compatriot.

"Ahh

Everyone's eyes were amazed, the young man from Dongliang who was destined to be chopped to death was not chopped to death, at the moment when the big knife slashed into his body, he suddenly flew up and kicked the knife in the hand of the Moro soldier, and at the same time quickly grabbed the flying big knife, and without waiting for the Moro soldier to react, he raised the knife and slashed down.

The heads fell to the ground and the corpses rolled, but this time it was not the Dongliang refugees who died, but the heavily armed Moro cavalry.

The refugees were shocked at first, then retreated, and one by one their souls were gone, "Kill the Moro thief, how good is this, they will retaliate, we can't live-"

A great panic rippled through the crowd, and the crowd became even more chaotic, surging in all directions.

"Someone is in reverse!" shouted the Moro soldier.

At the same time, three or five cavalrymen raised their swords and pounced on the young man.

"Folks stay out of the way - one person does things and one person is responsible, the disaster is my Liu Annian, I face it alone, it has nothing to do with you!"

The young man shouted at the top of his voice.

His voice was hoarse and his voice was torn, and it sounded terrifying.

The crowd was in an uproar.

Liu Anian fled towards the open space ahead.

Three or five Moro cavalry pursued at the same time.