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White Wolf Pass, Qinglong Pass, Desheng Pass, Qingjian Pass, Xuanwu Pass...... More and more passes became lost lands, and the iron horsemen of the enemy countries not only ran and trampled on these captured lands, planted their banners on the city's heads and fluttered in the wind, but also burned and plundered along the way, driving the people on the lost lands to provide them with food and grass.

In the jurisdiction of the White Wolf Pass, a group of tattered people fled from field to field.

They support the old, carry the young, lead the sheep, hold the chickens, and hide under their tattered clothes and carry the little belongings that they think are very valuable.

An old woman twisted her little feet, stubbornly guarding an egg basket in her arms, which contained dozens of eggs that she had accumulated and was reluctant to eat. The clear yellow egg liquid flowed all over the ground. The old woman was crying while grabbing the egg liquid with her big hand, wiping it in her mouth while grabbing, crying and shouting in her mouth: "Daddy, I'm sorry for you, I knew that this egg would be beaten, we might as well fry it and eat it in our stomachs at that time, we are reluctant, and now it's not all the same-"

A little daughter-in-law holds her toddler who has just come out of the moon.

There was a lame young man carrying his elderly and sick mother on his back.

"Where are we going to run?" they asked each other blankly.

"Where else can we go? Naturally, we are the capital of Dongliang Country, where there is our emperor and our generals, and only they can expel the enemy and protect our homeland and regain the land. ”

An old man with a white beard gasped and shouted at the top of his voice.

Everyone is no longer confused, running towards the road ahead, not daring to take the big road, the unobstructed official road has long been occupied by the invaders, where to go there is only a dead end, they can only run along the fields full of crops, these waist-deep crops can also play a role in covering.

"Everyone be careful, try not to trample on the crops, and when we drive away the enemy, we will come back to harvest, the crops are our lifesavers!"

The white-bearded old man commanded over and over again.

Everyone was happy to listen to him, but there were still people who panicked and stepped on a large area of tender wheat seedlings and bean seedlings, and the old man sighed in distress.

Looking back, the village was ruined, the home was burned, the once warm home everywhere was emitting green smoke, rising dust and smoke, chickens flying and dogs jumping, cattle and sheep neighing, needless to say, the invaders entered the village, the sword flashed, and the heads of people rolled.

"If you are a thief, you will be punished by heaven one day, you will be punished by heaven, you will be punished by heaven—" The old man paused and cried out bitterly.

Presumably, this old man has read the sage books for a few days, but in front of the invaders, no amount of sage books is useless.

The dust was billowing and he cursed and asked who could hear it, and the refugees passed by him in droves.

The invaders are non-stop, every time they conquer a pass, first clean all the soldiers guarding the pass, and then meet a village along the way and kill a village, the villagers who fled when they heard the sound are considered to have picked up a life, and those who have left with illusions and have not had time to escape are all killed, not one is left, the general said, don't be merciful to the people of Dongliang, how many kills, how many kills, how many kills.

Finally, the army went all the way smoothly and reached the last southwest pass closest to the southwest military camp: three passes arranged side by side, three dangerous passes, four control passes, and five protection passes, the brigade was neatly equipped, and the vigorous men and horses were ready to launch the most ferocious attack towards the three passes.

"My lord, the three dangers have fallen. All 320 soldiers were killed in the battle, and none survived. ”

Outside the camp gate, the Flying Dragon Army shouted.

In the big tent in the camp, the light song was flying, the man dance was faint, and the transparent and pure wine slowly flowed down the hands of the Thoreau woman, leaking into the pure white fine porcelain wine cup, stirring up strings of beautiful transparent foam.

Qin Jian lay sideways in the soft sitting, lazily staring at the soft and full breasts of the Solo woman.

"My lord, the front line is flying, and the Sizhi Pass has also fallen-" The voice of the messenger soldier was hoarse and bloody, but he still shouted by pulling his neck, trying to let his voice penetrate the layers of gorgeous tents in front of him.

Qin Jian picked up a glass of fine wine, didn't drink it herself, and waved her hand at the solo woman who had just stopped dancing.

The woman approached with a seductive smile.

Qin Jian raised his hand, the wine cup was raised high, the woman's soft neck like a snake had been raised high at the same time, and the wine in the cup formed a line, splashing brightly, falling into the woman's bloody red lips. Some of the liquor tilted, splashing small cherry lips and splashing on the translucent gauze corset, and soon the woman's chest was wet, and a pair of dangerous breasts on her chest suddenly appeared in front of her.

"Beauty--plump*buttocks, round milky red*lips and tender tongue-haha-"

Qin Jian's voice was as sweet as soaking in honey.

"Master Metropolitan Eunuch is good at kung fu-" With Jiao's breathing, the woman smiled lightly, and the laughter was breathtaking, all the way through the layers of curtains, like a sharp knife, piercing the heart of the young Wyvern Army.

The Wyvern Army slowly raised its head, and looked around with courage, except for the sentry standing still like clay sculptures outside the tent, there was not a single living person.

Everyone knows that Qin Dujian is drunk and dreams of death, but what about other people, there are so many generals and soldiers in the army, someone has to come out and say something at this time, where are they gone?

The young face of the Flying Dragon Army was confused, he couldn't wait for a response from inside, he could only stand up slowly, he came with a hundred thousand urgent tasks, now how can he go back and meet those brothers who are guarding the pass and resisting to the death waiting for rescue?

It was quiet in the big tent, in fact, all the generals of the southwest battalion were there, and they were sitting upright one by one, and dozens of pairs of eyes were stupidly watching Qin Dujian playing.

Qin Dujian was not such a person in his early years, his corruption appeared after he gradually controlled the military power in the southwest, he took his brothers to eat and drink spicy food, privately distributed food and wages, forcibly levied taxes and materials, forcibly occupied the people's daughters, bullied the people, as the military leaders of the town guarding the side, they were actually the rulers of the southwest territory.

From thrift to luxury, once this step comes in, they are asked to change their mistakes, from luxury to thrift, but it feels very difficult. This is accustomed to all kinds of special treatment, and once deprived, no one will be comfortable.

In order to maintain their immediate interests, they closely followed Qin Dujian, and he had long been a community of interests sharing the same fate on the same thief ship.

It's just that the war is tight now, but Qin Dujian is still drunk and dreaming of death, deceiving from the top and bottom, to be honest, as the Iron Party, they also feel that it is really inappropriate to do this.

"Lord Metropolitan Governor-" Someone finally couldn't help but try, "Well, the situation seems to be really dangerous--aren't we-"

Others looked at the leader one after another.

The entire southwest ground is going to be occupied by the enemy, you say that one or two small passes are occupied, the mountains are high and the emperor is far away, as long as the news is tightly sealed, Kyoto will not be able to know, but now it is no longer one or two three or five barren small pass towns and small counties, and more than a dozen passes have all fallen, and now the soldiers are pressing, and they are about to approach the southwest camp, can they still wait and see, and they can still pretend not to know?

If it goes on like this, it doesn't matter if you lose your country, the most important thing is that everyone's heads are afraid that they will have to move.

Everyone was silent, and no one answered.

The dishes on the table cooled down little by little, and the liquor began to become cloudy in everyone's eyes.

"I don't know what Xiang Ye means yet, let's wait. Qin Dujian suddenly raised his head and said, sinking into wine day and night, his eyes looked blood-red and blood-red.

"Why didn't Xiangye write for a long time? Could it be that he ...... old man?" someone hesitated and asked.

"The situation in Beijing is changeable and complicated, it is estimated that it is difficult to make a decision for a while, so it doesn't hurt for us to wait-" Qin Dujian stared at everyone here with blazing eyes, after all, he was born in the army for many years, even if he was soaked in the wine-colored vat for several years, the momentum that erupted at this moment was still very shocking.

Then wait.

Everyone quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as the backer in Beijing has been sitting steadily, they don't need to be afraid when the sky falls, they have someone to carry it.

"Drink—" Someone raised his glass.

"A few more hot dishes—" someone commanded.

The Flying Dragon Army staggered out of the door of the big tent in a daze, he didn't know where he should go, a small character who reported the news, carrying a big urgent letter, but no one paid attention to it, should he go back along the old road again, or would he have been waiting here until the top decision-maker in the camp finally woke up and sobered up, and then remembered to summon himself?

I was distressed, and I walked with my head bored, and suddenly I crashed into a hard embrace.

"I'm sorry - I'm sorry sir- the villain didn't mean to-"

The Wyvern Army clenched their fists and apologized.

His arm was grabbed by a strong hand, "Your clothes are not soldiers of our battalion, it seems to be ...... The Flying Dragons who reported the news at the pass?"

A man asked, his voice crisp and deep.

The Wyvern looked up and saw a resolute and young face. His face was red, as if he had been smeared with blood.

It's a face full of life.

A different kind of emotion rushed in the chest of the Flying Dragon Army, to be honest, since he rushed to the headquarters of this big camp all the way from a hundred miles, he felt that as soon as he entered the door, he did not meet a lively face, all of them were fat and strong, but that look was different from the soldiers who resisted the enemy on the remote passes, and it seemed that the people here all lacked the strength and murderous spirit that a sergeant must have.

The person in front of me is different.

"I'm here to report the news, counting all the way from the White Wolf Pass, all the sixteen passes, large and small, have fallen, and now even the three dangerous passes have been lost, the enemy is in the process of four passes, maybe this time has also been captured, and then it is naturally the Five Guarantees, haha, a large area of southwest territory in Dongliang Kingdom, just like this, without moving a single cannon and a fire, it was easily taken by a small country, my generation has been paid for many years, and I keep saying that I want to protect my family and defend the country, and the national disaster is at the head, but one by one I shrank back and turtles, and I didn't resist at all-"

After the Wyvern Army finished speaking, he left, touching the tears left on his face. He was so sad and angry that he couldn't control his emotions anymore.

The country is ruined, he is a little flying dragon army, what else can he do except wipe a handful of bitter tears?

"Stop—" shouted the man behind him.

The Flying Dragon Army turned around, saying in his heart that if he wants to kill you, he will kill you, anyway, I will die with the soldiers guarding the pass when I go back. It's a big deal.

"My name is Yang Jinwen-" A red cloud rose shyly on his red face, and his face turned even redder, a big hand reached over and patted the thin shoulder of the Flying Dragon Army, "You are wrong, not all of them eat idle meals here, I'll go with you, seven-foot man, the national disaster is at the head, we resist-" (To be continued.) )