The crowd was in a violent commotion, and at this time the commander-in-chief of the Moro cavalry issued a new order from the rear.

At the command, all the Moros drew their swords.

"Forward-forward--" they waved their command to the refugees, "go, ask your guards for help, beg them to open the door and let you in, they are your relatives, if they don't save you, they are the six relatives who don't recognize the pigs and dogs!

Hundreds of Moro cavalry shouted at the same time, and at the same time raised their butcher knives in their hands. Drove the refugees to attack the Wusheng Pass.

"We can't go, we're here to force our soldiers to open the door, most of the soldiers guarding the door are our relatives and friends, they can't bear to watch us die, if they open the door and win five wins, they will lose, we are all sinners of Dongliang——"

An old man suddenly shouted.

The crowd was stunned, dumbfounded, and looked numbly.

Everyone's heart was tormented in agony.

The Moro cavalry really began to kill from behind, and the bloody smell of death shook the refugees, and immediately the cries and cries surged like thunder.

"What sinner is not a sinner?" A middle-aged man jumped out and raised his arm and shouted: "We are all the poorest untouchables, when did the Dongliang Imperial Court care about our lives?

Everyone gave up the entanglement in their hearts and made a commotion: "Yes, yes, we are just ordinary people, we want to live, what national hatred and family hatred, what national righteousness, and we have a fart relationship——"

They poured like a tidal wave to the gates.

"God is not kind, God is not kind, I see my Dongliang Li people suffering such a catastrophe-" Liu Yaomin on the city tower looked at this scene and beat his chest and shouted.

"Heaven and earth are not kind, and all things are used as dogs-" Bai Ren looked up to the sky and sighed.

The camp under the city was already very clear, just as Bai Ren had expected at the beginning, the Moro army was using these Dongliang refugees to take the lead, using their flesh and blood to pave a bloody path for the advance of the Moro Iron Cavalry.

"General, what should I do?"

Liu Yaomin gritted his teeth, and his voice was bloody: "Defend to the death - pass orders everywhere, defend the city gate - this is a trick of the enemy army, we can't be fooled - we can't lose the five victory passes!"

"General, General, but many of the refugees are our relatives—"

"Yes, yes, we are soldiers, we can't even protect our relatives, what are we still guarding, what city are we defending? What is the point of our lives?"

"Think twice, general!"

"Generals, generals, brethren are unstable and have no intention of resisting—"

“……”

All the soldiers at the head of the city fell to their knees.

Even several lieutenants were among them.

Only Bai Ren stood upright.

Liu Yaomin raised his eyes and looked into the distance, under the city, the bright moonlight was shining, the Moro cavalry was arrogantly brandishing their broadswords, driving the refugees like demons, and the cries were transmitted in the wind, like a nightmare in front of them.

Liu Yaomin looked at Bai Ren, the torches around him were bright, and the moonlight intertwined fell on his face, and his eyes were as helpless as a child.

Bai Ren slowly pulled out the long sword from his waist and raised it high: "Brothers, the three dangers have been broken, the four governance passes have been broken, and tonight, the tragedy will be my turn to win the five passes." According to the recent flight report of the out-of-town detectives, the Moro cavalry is only a small part of the lead, and the Moro army is coming in an endless stream.

So tonight, we guard, and finally break the death, we end up with a heroic name of willing to die rather than sacrifice our lives for the country, but we have to watch our brothers and sisters, fathers and villagers die in front of our eyes;

If we don't, we will die with our relatives. And this city, our city is ruined.

If Dongliang does not die in the end, then, in the history books of Dongliang, the historian will write down a crime for us collectively: collective abandonment, defeat without a fight, and sinners through the ages.

Where to go, everyone decides collectively. ”

The soldiers fell silent.

Silence is like a mountain.

Everyone is struggling in pain.

Now, they finally experienced the pain of General Liu and Bai Zuoling.

Before, they only complained in their hearts, feeling that General Liu did not open the city gate and did not let the exiles clear the customs, which was simply unfriendly and did not recognize the six relatives, but now that the burden of choice has been shared on everyone's shoulders, they know the weight of this burden.

Under the city, the cries and shouts surged in waves, and the fighting of the Moro cavalry did not stop for a moment.

At this moment, the pain and suffering experienced by the soldiers guarding the main gate were no lighter than those of the generals at the head of the city.

Outside the city gate, by the drawbridge, there were refugees begging for help.

Even the cry for help was very clear, and the sound was in the ears.

"Help us—"

"Little third son, I'm your uncle, open the door-"

"Big Tiger, my own nephew, can you watch your uncle die-"

……

"Die, let's die together—" Suddenly, a shout erupted from among the Wushengguan soldiers who were kneeling together.

This shout woke up the silent crowd like spring thunder.

"Yes, let's die—die with our relatives—"

"If life can't protect their lives, then die together!"

"Die together!"

The shouts are full of pathos, anger, and resentment!

"Okay-" The long sword in Bai Ren's hand suddenly flew, brushed, and slashed over the nearest turpentine torch, "Then die together!"

Liu Yaomin suddenly found the way forward like a lost child, and the big knife at his waist was unsheathed again, shouting: "Brothers, follow me out of the city, go and fight to the death with the Moro cavalry—""

"Die—you're alive or dead!"

The news spread quickly, and the entire Wusheng Pass was boiling.

Everyone has weapons shots, lined up to run to the city gate, these days have been guarding this pass, they really feel aggrieved, angry, especially tonight this emotion has accumulated to the limit, if this city gate is not opened, if you watch the Dongliang refugees cut rice like a brush brush to die under the Moro sword, they eat military food but can not protect the safety of the people, they will really be angry and depressed to death.

At this moment, they let it go, life and death are no longer important, the important thing is to vent the resentment in their hearts, to save their relatives, even if it is to fight for this life, even if it is a blood splash, it is worth it - good man, live a breath, this breath is really suffocating for too long!

Bai Ren stood at the top, "Order-After the city gate is opened, no chaos is allowed, and the combat infantry is led by General Liu, exit from both sides, and let the refugees enter the gate in an orderly manner - listen to my command in the city, and the guards are in place, no chaos, stick to their respective posts-"

By the drawbridge, there are more and more refugees, and there is still an endless stream of people coming and going behind them.

The Wushengguan Pass is a treacherous terrain, and the refugees look up like ants at the high city gate, which is always closed, mercilessly refusing to accept them.

But at this moment, they had no way to retreat except to kneel on the ground and beg bitterly, and the war horses and broadswords of the Moro Iron Riders behind them were still waving, driving more people to rush here.

"It's over, it's over, I'm going to die here tonight. ”

"I knew that I would die here, so I might as well not run away and die in my own homeland, and this handful of bones ended up in my homeland. ”

"The sky doesn't open its eyes,——"

Amidst the cries, someone suddenly shouted in surprise: "The gates are open—look, the gates are open—"

"Ah, the gates are really open—"

Surprise swept over the desperate refugees once again.

"Our soldiers have finally come to our rescue—"

Everyone got up and rushed to the city gate.

No one stopped them, the city gate was indeed open, unimpeded, all the way to the Guannei, to the large land that Dongliang had not lost, which meant that they had hope of living again.

Refugees rushed in like water.

The Moro cavalry couldn't come back to their senses for a long time.

"The Dongliang guards have opened the pass!" shouted the spy.

The cavalry leader woke up at this time, but he was suddenly excited, "Okay, the Dongliang guards are all cowards, and before this battle has started, they will abandon the pass and flee!"

The Moro Iron Cavalry rumbled again, trampled on the refugees, rushed through a bloody path, and went straight to the gate of the Five Victories.

However, they met with the strongest resistance.

Liu Yaomin, the general of the Wusheng Pass, and his subordinates abandoned the pass as expected, so that the Moro cavalry could easily take the pass.

They didn't run away, they didn't flinch, they stood under the city together, their faces flashing with the determination to see death, and they began to fight with the Moro Iron Cavalry.

(The numbers of the two chapters are incorrect, the first chapter should be 338 and this section should be 339.)