Five victory passes, and three dangerous passes, four control passes, from north to south lined up, forming a strong and powerful barrier, since ancient times is the most solid military point, but also the place where soldiers must fight.

However, now the three dangers were broken early, and after holding on to the four gates for more than 20 days, more than 1,100 soldiers died in a collective battle because the enemy was outnumbered and unable to wait for assistance.

The Moro Kingdom had a history of invading Dongliang in its early years, and the preparations before this attack were very sufficient. In recent years, the southwest battalion as a whole has been lax and slack, and the enemy's spies have long had a clear understanding of the entire arrangement of the southwest army under their noses, but it is a pity that the southwest camp has not noticed it at all.

Therefore, when the attack reached the third pass, the Moro troops formulated a combat strategy of concentrating the elite and attacking the three dangerous passes, and the rest were divided into two ways to cut off the mutual aid of the two nearby passes.

After the wolf smoke of the three dangerous passes was ignited, the four management passes and the five victory passes did not stand by, according to the combat plan formulated by Bai Shuai in the early years, one pass was difficult, and the three passes were carried together. The four and five victories immediately sent elites to support, but as soon as the aid force opened the pass, they were blocked by the enemy.

The battle between the Moro army and the troops of the four and five victories is fake, it is just a struggle to delay time, and the real purpose is to cooperate with the large army to overcome the three dangers.

The poor rescuers were entangled on the road and were delayed, and the three dangerous passes were finally exhausted, the door was broken and destroyed, and thousands of guards died en masse.

When the Moro troops entered the pass, they carried out a purge and slaughtered all the remaining living people, including those who had fled in and hid.

They then slaughtered nearby villages, looting and setting fire to them.

All the evils that the invaders can commit, they have staged on the land of Dongliang.

When the Sizhi Pass was conquered, all the 1,500 guards in the pass were killed, and none of them survived.

The enemy looked at the empty pass, a kind of emptiness after victory attacked their nerves, they felt that such a victory was far from enough, and under the domination of a psychology fed by blood and slaughter, their vanguard general raised his butcher's knife and declared: Repair on the spot, replenish food and grass, recuperate, and be fully prepared for night battle!

They wanted to concentrate their troops overnight to attack the last difficult bone to gnaw - Wusheng Pass.

Night fell.

The five victory passes are shrouded in a huge night.

The smell of death permeated the air and lingered.

A group of figures rushed to the ground, they stumbled and panicked, walking and walking, someone fell down like a straw bale, after the planting, the companions hurriedly pulled, if they had died of anger then they could only be thrown on the side of the road, if they were still dragging their breath, their companions and relatives could not bear to abandon them outside the wilderness like this, silently pulled up, did not dare to speak, and continued to rush in the dark.

A small figure fell down several times, and was pulled up by others several times, and the last time she finally couldn't get up, she simply slept on the ground and couldn't afford it, and pleaded in a low voice: "Brother, I really can't walk." You go, leave me alone, I'll die here. I don't want to drag you down - besides, even if we escape into the pass, the four rule passes are so strong and broken, the remaining five victory passes will definitely be defeated, and we will not escape the fate of being killed at that time. I would have died here a day earlier. ”

"Get up—don't say anything discouraged!" a man's voice, very low, pulled the woman up again, and helped her to walk, two figures staggering and swaying.

The woman's legs and feet were seriously injured, and after just a few steps, the pain was constricted, and she fell headlong again.

"Brother—I beg you—you go quickly—when I die, I can go to another world to be reunited with my father—" The woman cried and begged.

The man knelt on the ground, picked his sister up again, and then put it on his back and chased after the crowd that had already passed them in the darkness.

The road was rough and difficult, all kinds of gravel and stones were stumbling everywhere, and people were constantly falling, and there were moans of dying pain, and there were suppressed weepings of sorrow.

The young man stepped on a soft corpse, almost staggered, stood firm and continued to run, he was really glad that he did not leave his sister, if he did, now the corpse that was trampled on the ground was her.

The night sky was vast, and the moon came out, and it turned out to be a big and bright full moon.

The earth is illuminated, the land of the east and southwest is full of smoke, the eyes are full of the mess after the war, the wild beasts take the opportunity to come out and run around, the wolves are no longer interested in the dead after they are full, but chase the living, and bite off the neck to suck fresh blood when they catch up with the lonely.

The well-fed wolves looked at the full moon in the distance and let out a long howl. It seems that such cruel beasts as they are also horrified by such a miserable scene on the earth.

The cry was terrible, piercing, and soul-deceptive, and terrifying, as if it were calling the souls of the remaining survivors of the earth.

The moonlight illuminated the road and magnified the fear in everyone's hearts, and the people who could not escape did not dare to walk along the road, so they could only run into the deep ravines and mountain forks on both sides, and ran in a panic. I didn't even dare to walk upright, and one by one the cats crawled around with their waists bent.

The younger sister heard her brother's wheezing sound in her chest, hurrying, panicking, urging a sound, she was really worried that her brother would not be able to continue in one breath and would fall headlong and die.

There were so many people who died like this that she couldn't count them with her own eyes. The father, who was carrying his children on his back, died of exhaustion on the side of the road, the husband, who was running away with his wife, vomited blood and died of exhaustion, and the mother who knelt on the ground with his young son in his arms crawled step by step, and was overtaken by the Moro cavalry, and the horse's hooves were trampled into mud......

"Brother-" she cried, "you don't care about me, my injury can't be healed, it's your drag wherever I carry it, you let me down, you go by yourself, our family can't all die here, you still have to marry a wife and have children to continue the bloodline for our royal family-"

"Die together!" "The young man who was carrying his sister on his back screamed angrily, although the continuous hunger, thirst and fatigue torture for many days made his whole person face the danger of being killed at any time, but he gritted his teeth and persevered, saying: "Sister, listen well, my brother died first, and there is no reason to leave you alone to escape!"

The voice is firm and sincere, and there is no room for excuses.

The sister behind knows her brother's temperament, what he says will definitely be fulfilled, and what he wants to do will definitely be persevered to the end, she knows that how much she says is in vain, so she can only stop talking, hugging her brother's neck tightly, tears flowing, choked and unspeakable.

The brother and sister once again merged into the crowd of refugees.

The crowd was like a black pressed ant, scurrying in the moonlit field, and the direction was the five victory levels in front.