Liu Anian hasn't eaten a full meal for eight or nine days.

Escaping along the way, at first he brought some dry food in his baggage, and when the brother and sister were hungry, they found some cold water, and the cold water was eaten with dry food, and then there was not much dry food, and he was reluctant to eat it, and wanted to save it for his sister. My sister is sensible, and she always says that she is a little woman, she eats less, and she doesn't need so much strength, so she pushes the dry food to her brother.

Sometimes the brother and sister are so hungry that they can't stand it, so they look for food in the fields on the side of the road, radishes, cabbage, ripe barley, with a strong earthy smell, and they are not in a position to cook and eat, and they eat it raw, but they feel that it tastes indescribably sweet, but unfortunately such conditions are becoming less and less later, because as a large group of refugees pass by, the crops on both sides of the road are repeatedly robbed, everyone is hungry, and they all need to live, and when the refugees behind are left, only bare land and inedible plant straw are left.

It is becoming more and more difficult to find food, they are hungry and tired, but there is a belief that is supporting, as long as they rush to Wusheng Pass, as long as they enter Wusheng Pass, it is the land that Dongliang Country has not yet been invaded and occupied, and all the compatriots living there are compatriots in Dongliang Country, as long as they run to the middle of the compatriots, there is hope to find food and shelter, and there is hope to live.

However, everything changed with the five-win pass.

The gates refused to be opened, and they became lambs under the iron riders of Moro.

If it weren't for his sister being killed alive, a person with a temperament like Liu Annian might never have embarked on the road of resistance.

But his sister died, and he watched her die, and he couldn't get her back at the cost of his life. In the end, not even a single corpse could be recovered.

Enraged and frenzied, he snatched the broadsword of the Moro cavalry and began to slash at the Moro cavalry.

He was vulnerable to the well-trained Moro cavalry, but he let it go, and he let it go, which made him burst out with an astonishing strength and valor, and his broadsword slashed, and the Moro cavalry trembled, and even the horses were frightened back again and again by this red-eyed madman.

Kill one and avenge your father.

Kill one more to avenge your mother.

Cut down the third one, wiped a handful of tears, and shouted in his heart: Sister, brother avenged you-

Killing the fourth one is considered to be a tribute to the dying self in advance......

There was nothing to see in front of him, only a chaotic crowd, a neighing cry, a bloody nose, and the neighing of war horses.

He knew that he was going to die, he was surrounded by more and more Moro cavalry, there was only the roar of Moro in his ears, and the rumbling hooves of the horses, he had no backup, no ability to break through, only one death, he would definitely die, he was chopped to death by the Moro broadsword, and then trampled into meat sauce by the horses' hooves.

Good man, die and die, as long as you have worked hard, you will not regret it, such a death is better than waiting for death!

The sword light and sword shadows flew, and the heads fell to the ground one after another.

Liu Yaoming held a big knife in his hand and rushed to the forefront.

The Moro soldiers rode on horses, and naturally had the advantage, but they had never seen such lifeless infantry, all of them were full of anger, their eyes were red, and they rushed to cut down with the wind, all of them were desperate. Even if the Moro cavalry was on the horse, they were still deeply shocked by this momentum, and at the moment of surprise or stunned, they had already planted their horses in front of them, and their heads were in a different place.

As soon as the city gate was opened, the Dongliang infantry had the upper hand, and in the blink of an eye, they fought out of a position, and the refugees took the opportunity to enter the city like water.

However, the good situation was turned in an instant, and the negligence of the Moro cavalry was short-lived, and soon they came to their senses, and when they were killed, they retreated, put out the scattered camp, and then attacked.

Cavalry versus infantry, and cavalry naturally had a unique advantage. In addition, the number of Moro advance troops was twice that of the Wusheng Pass guards, and as the attack horn of the Moro army sounded, a miserable and creepy howl of the horn of the bullhorn suddenly flew over the Wusheng Pass in the moonlight.

This trumpet is like a hypnosis, which makes people tremble.

"Brothers—listen to me, I have only one sentence in my name—war, death, not fighting, death, there is no way out tonight-" Liu Yaoming straddled the back of a snatched Moro war horse, raised the long knife in his hand, and shouted in a raised voice: "Tonight, we have only one task, to use our body and life to resist the iron cavalry of the Moro thieves, and escort the Dongliang refugees to enter the customs smoothly - as long as there is a father and old folks who have not passed the customs, you and I can't die-and dare not die-I have no face to go underground to see my dead relatives- Remember, be sure to hold on until the very end—"

Can't die! Don't dare to die!

Liu Yao was born as a military general, and he didn't know how to make any bold words, but at this moment, nothing was more heroic and heroic than these short and simple words.

"Can't die—don't dare to die—hold on to the end—" echoed. The shouts shook the sky, with the tragedy of Dongliang soldiers and soldiers dying generously, and a desperate and solemn atmosphere shrouded the Wusheng Pass.

The Moro cavalry officially launched an attack.

At the head of the city, Bai Ren stood quietly under the banner of Wushengguan embroidered with the huge word "Dongliang".

His eyes were clear, his expression was calm, and he looked at Liu Yaoming under the city affectionately.

That stubborn and rude man, martial artist, although he did not speak grandly at this moment, but he knew that he would definitely do what he said, and he knew that it was impossible to hold this pass, so he could only make up for their mistakes in decision-making at the beginning, and make up for it with his life.

There is no turning back.

Under the city, Liu Yaoming turned around and looked at the city, the distance was too far to see his joy and anger, and he could only see his face covered with moonlight.

Liu Yaoming raised his hand and waved at the city's head.

Bai Ren also raised his hand, waving, echoing.

"Brother, let's go—we'll follow later—" Bai Ren muttered.

He knew that Liu Yaoming couldn't hear this shout, and all the infantry who rushed out under the city couldn't hear it.

The trumpets and shouts of Moro drowned out everything.

A real battle unfolds in the night.

Bai Ren affectionately watched them go to their deaths.

He rushed to the forefront, the rough man named Liu Yaoming, in these years of guarding the pass, they have drunk together, quarreled, fought, wrestled, and pointed at the tip of their noses for different opinions and scolded each other's ancestors, they are comrades-in-arms, relatives, and brothers.

Bai Ren looked at the figure, he had been rushing to the forefront, the big knife in his hand rose and fell, and he himself was finally overwhelmed by the crowd.

Bai Ren's vision blurred. He choked up and ordered: "Make sure the evacuation route is clear, escort every refugee through smoothly - and be prepared for a final battle to the death-"

Liu Annian was deeply involved in the war, rushing left and right, constantly waving the big knife in his hand, trying to break out of the encirclement, but he was too tired, hungry and sleepy, and wanted to throw away the big knife in his hand many times, and fell to the ground with his eyes closed and fell asleep, even if he died, as long as he could let him take a breath, he was willing.

But no.

As long as there is a blink of an eye, death awaits him.

He had to live, he had to hold on, he had to fight, he had to keep cutting down the Moro soldiers who were coming at him.

He doesn't know what to defend his family and the country, let alone the national righteousness, he has only one belief, live, live!

In a daze, a voice shouted in his ears: "Where did you come from, Dongliang man, good look, brother, approach me, let's fight back to back!"

Sweat rolled down from the hair bushes, blurring his vision, Liu Anian shook his head, opened his eyes wide, and a wind whistled in his ears, and a spear stabbed from the side.

With a scream, Liu Annian turned his head to see that a Moro cavalryman had already fallen off his horse, his head was cut off by a long knife, and the spear in his hand almost stabbed Liu Annian.

The knife that saved people was a black-faced man. That was a soldier of the Eastern Liang Kingdom.

In a hurry, he threw out the long knife in his hand to save Liu Annian, but he was unarmed and fell into danger, and three or four Moro cavalrymen immediately swung their knives and slashed over.

"Ahh

He was stabbed in the shoulder.

The blade just cut into the shoulder, it didn't hurt, it was cool, he suddenly calmed down, didn't panic, and steadily raised the knife to slash at the other party,

A very young Moro soldier, as if he didn't expect Liu Annian to have the strength to resist, he looked at Liu Annian in surprise, and then looked at the knife that Liu Annian slashed into his body.

They drew their knives at the same time.

Blood splatters like a fountain.

"Brother, don't be afraid, I'll protect you-" The black-faced man was so strong that he had already snatched a knife from the hands of the Moro soldiers, cut down several Moro soldiers who were besieging him, and quickly approached Liu Annian.

Liu Anian's shoulder was bleeding, the whole person was crumbling, and he was held by a big hand, he looked up, a black face, smiling in the moonlight, smiling boldly and tragically, "Brother, you are not my Wushengguan soldier, you are a Dongliang person among the refugees, right?" ”

Liu Anian suddenly raised his hand, and the big knife in his hand slashed towards the black face.

Shocked, his face turned pale, and he grabbed Liu Annian's hand: "What are you doing? I am a Dongliang soldier, not a Moro cavalry!"

"It's the Dongliang soldiers who are killed-" Liu Anian sneered, his smile was extremely miserable, "You Dongliang guards, eat the people's fat and people's ointment, but you don't know how to protect the people of your country," he stretched out his hand and pointed to the battlefield in front of him, and he drew a circle, "So many refugees are dead, just because you stupid guys, stubbornly guarding the pass and refusing to open the door, you have to feel guilty for the rest of your life for these refugees who died in vain—you will be infamous for 10,000 years-"

A few Moro soldiers rushed in from behind.

Liu Yaoming was stupid in place, and these words were like a cone, piercing his heart.

In fact, he regretted it a long time ago, and he was extremely remorseful, but, as a guard, when the war came, their first thought was to stick to the city gate, did he do something wrong?

Liu Anian suddenly shouted, the big knife in his hand trembled, he even pounced with a knife, and while cutting down a Moro soldier with a knife, his own body was also split into several pieces by four or five Moro knives.

"Brother, I'll avenge you—" Liu Yaoming shouted, rushing into the Moro cavalry camp like crazy.

The fight continues.

From the beginning of hand-to-hand combat on the flat ground, to the vigorous attack that finally surrounded the entire pass, time flowed quietly, and the full moon above his head quietly moved from a red tassel gun at the first checkpoint at the city gate to a red tassel gun at the second checkpoint.

The pace of time has never been so slow, and it seems that the bright moon in the sky has also been shocked by this bloody and tragic attack and defense, life and death in the world.

Liu Yaoming died.

The infantry he took out were all killed.

The remaining Moro cavalry pounced on the five-victory pass. met Bai Ren's resistance. However, there is a huge disparity in the strength of the enemy's hands, Bai Ren's resistance is just like an egg hitting a stone, it didn't last long, the city gate collapsed completely, the red-eyed Moro soldiers brandished a big knife, four or five knives slashed into Bai Ren's body at the same time, Bai Ren held the banner behind him, he didn't fall, turned his head to look at the city, in addition to the Moro soldiers who died in battle all over the city, there were also innocent refugees, a large number of refugees have successfully cleared the customs, after entering the customs, it is a large piece of Dongliang land, the terrain is open, the roads extend in all directions, as long as they disperse and escape, most of them can still escape a way out。

That's enough—he took one last look into the distance, where were the mountains and rivers of Guanli, where the refugees went, where they had watched and waited day and night all these years, who had died, who had not been able to hold the Wusheng Pass given to them by the court and the state, but he did not regret it, and none of the brothers had said a word of regret for the time being.

A good man, to protect the country, but also to protect the lives of the people.

He did his best.

They did their best.

Bai Ren was angry.

He was the last defender to die at the Five Wins Pass.

He died standing up.