The man sat calmly on the roof, his brow furrowed slightly.

He saw that there seemed to be some commotion in the flow of people in the distance, and then in an instant, he burst open, crying bitterly, and screaming out of grief and indignation, one after another, and quickly spread.

He only hoped that it would not be the City Lord's Mansion that issued another order to seal the city gate and prohibit entry and exit.

That's stupid, and it's completely self-defeating.

The man sighed, lowered his head and silently rubbed the iron bow in his hand.

Old man, are you lonely?

He didn't blame too many of the inhabitants of the Ghost Country.

Even the ancestors of the inhabitants of the Ghost Country were once blood-stained and killed countless vicious people like him, but after all, that was an extremely ancient thing.

He knew that those who fled to the ghost country were actually the same as him, even if they were covered in blood, they always looked forward to a rare peace in their hearts, so they would hide in the closed soil of the ghost country to spend the rest of their lives.

Otherwise...... It's good that they've been fighting in the Six Realms, so why should they come to this land where they don't have to fight with the world?

So, they will never let that ferocity continue in their offspring - they are here, as if they were a different person.

Just like he didn't want his daughter, his grandson, to fight with blood, just like he did when he was younger.

So from the day he met the girl, he put his black iron bow, which he had long been accustomed to, into a pile of broken copper and iron, and turned into an ordinary small trader, getting up early and doing some small business greedily.

If it weren't for the woman who later became his wife who deliberately left this old fellow, this black iron bow might have been taken away by Lao Wu's three coppers who collected scrap iron, and it was taken back to melt into molten iron and poured into a hoe.

He didn't even teach his daughter how to fight, he didn't want to see her fight, enough battles had happened to him in the past and he didn't want to see them again.

The ancestors of the ghost country also created the peace of the ghost country for countless years, but this deliberately created peace made the people of this land too simple.

Fighting, even fighting with their lives, is simply unreasonable and unbearable for them.

Even so, they still held on to this place all night, fought all night, and used all their strength, and such determination and courage already made him admire and respect.

It's like a farmer wielding a hoe in front of the iron rider in order to protect his homeland behind him, which is very respectable.

He couldn't ask for more from these people.

The only thing he can do is to use his life, which may have ended a long time ago, to continue to protect this pure land that gave him eighty years of happiness and unforgettable memories.

Hopefully, the relentless flames of war, will not burn this land into a dead ruin.

Hopefully, in the spring of the coming year, the wilderness will still grow a touch of green after the war.

Let's hope.

The man took a deep breath, but suddenly there was a rustling sound in his ears.

He looked in the direction from which the voice came, and he saw that the thin young man, who should have left a long time ago, had climbed onto the roof, and his eyes were inexplicably red with a terrible redness, as if he had just cried a lot.

The young man didn't say anything, just sat down beside him.

The man looked at the young man with a look of surprise on his face, and some did not understand what the young man had gone and returned for.

"Teach me how to fight. The young man looked at the man and gritted his teeth, "I want to fight, I have to fight." ”

The man looked at the young man, smiled, stretched out his hand and patted the young man on the shoulder, and said approvingly, "You already know how to fight." ”

The young man was stunned, bowed his head and pondered the man's words, a little puzzled in his heart.

In the city of Liming, roaring, wailing, crying, one after another, resounded.

Even if people can't drive away the despair in their minds, and they can't let themselves believe in the hope that has long been completely lost, the flood of the crowd is gradually reversing.

One by one, the figures finally remembered the familiar and friendly faces, which made them wash away the tired smiles and trusting eyes.

They had been hoping for a hero who could save them, who could make those enemies retreat, who could protect their homes and families.

But at this moment, they finally realized that they were all heroes.

They were the heroes they had been hoping for.

From the moment they left their families and came to Liming City, facing the enemy with their chests, they had already been heroes in the eyes of their families, and all the trust and trust were handed over to them without reservation and unconditionally—not only their families, but also their friends, people they knew or didn't know.

They carry the expectations of everyone in the ghost country.

They finally remembered what they had come here for.

Despair is despair, take all the despair on your shoulders, and bear all the pain by yourself.

At the very least, hope and a ray of dawn shine into the darkness behind you.

To go back.

Back to the fight.

Go to the battle and die.

Die on the battlefield, not on the way to escape.

Escape, where can you escape?

Where can you retreat?

There is nowhere to run and nowhere to retreat.

Take a step back, you are your own home, you are your own family.

Do you want to hand over your home to others to trample on at will?

Do you want to expose your family to the butcher's knife of others and let others slaughter them?

Dead here, at least there is a glimmer of hope.

Turning around and leaving, what will burn is bound to be the fireworks that will destroy the ghost country.

Then embark on the road to death.

Companionship with each other, side by side with each other, hand in hand with each other, and death together.

With blood and corpses, they will build an impassable wall for those who need their protection behind them.

In the city lord's mansion, Yan Tianjun still stood silently in the courtyard, quietly listening to the report of the city guards, and learning about the movements in various places in the Ming City.

"City Lord Yan, we are ready. A woman in a green dress and a blue skirt standing next to Yan Tianjun waved slightly.

The woman is the leader of the team sent by Blackwater City, because Liu Wumei, the city lord of Blackwater City, is a woman, and the team of Blackwater City is also dominated by women, after Yan Tianjun's redistribution arrangement, except for a few major combat strength, they are mainly responsible for logistics and coordination in Liming City.

Yan Tianjun nodded and said, "Then let's prepare to send it down." ”

"I understand it below. The woman nodded, her expression slightly unbearable.

Yan Tianjun seemed to see what she was thinking, smiled, and said, "If we lose, all we can do is delay as much time as possible." Wumei has always been resolute and alert, but I am afraid that the order to start the evacuation of the shelter was given last night, so we must delay the time. This arrangement, although somewhat impersonal, is also too utilitarian...... But after all, there is no way out, we can only pursue the result now, and all the things that are not beneficial to the result, no matter how correct it is, we cannot do it. ”

The woman bit her lower lip, bowed her head and said, "Mingyue understands." ”

Yan Tianjun nodded, watching Mingyue retreat, and his expression was slightly tired.

Lin Bo strode into the City Lord's Mansion and passed by Mingyue.

Lin Bo couldn't help frowning when he saw Mingyue.

Mingyue is mainly responsible for logistics coordination, and there is not much need to discuss with Yan Tianjun, if anything...... That should be the issue of the distribution of more than ninety and half of the pills in the entire ghost country that Mingyue is in his hands, and only such a vital matter needs Mingyue to do it himself.

Coming out of Mingyue was Yu Chaobai, the leader of the Perak City team, who was responsible for personnel statistics and team integration.

Yu Chaobai walked in such a hurry that he didn't even notice Lin Bo, but hurriedly walked out of the City Lord's Mansion, shouting Mingyue's name loudly, obviously having something to discuss with Mingyue.

If Lin Bo didn't guess wrong, I'm afraid that Yu Chaobai's side has already integrated the main force defending the city, and wants to find Mingyue to ask for more supplies of pills to ensure the combat effectiveness of the elite forces.

After all, in such a high-intensity battle, without the support of the elixir, the true qi would not be able to keep up with the consumption at all, or it would be completely devoid of the ability to meet the enemy in a few moments.

The main force defending the city is more aggressive than ordinary residents, and they are also better at fighting, so in order to stay away from Ming City for a longer period of time, it is completely understandable to tilt the supply more towards the main combat force.

It's just that in this way, it means that the inhabitants are basically after a wave of enemies...... There is only one way to die.

It's cruel, but there's no better way.

After all, the core of those who want to delay time are those monks who have attained higher cultivation.

But how long they can delay is also a question that leaves no room for optimism.

Lin Bo approached Yan Tianjun, Yan Tianjun looked at Lin Bo, waiting for Lin Bo's report.

"Initially, there was a large influx of people towards the West Gate, but then the crowd quickly reversed and returned to their respective positions, but about a tenth of them still left Liming City - but this was much more optimistic than we expected. ”

Yan Tianjun bowed slightly, and there didn't seem to be too many surprises.

"Is this what the city lord wants to see?" asked Limbo, a hint of annoyance in his voice.

Yan Tianjun closed his eyes and listened quietly for a while before he said: "It is their right to let them know the truth, and it is also everyone's own choice to leave or stay." ”

"City Lord, ......" Lin Bo gritted his teeth with some hatred, "Did you expect such a result?"

Yan Tianjun shook his head and said, "No one dares to say that they are absolutely sure of anything, but they are just gambling." ”

"The lord of the city has won. Lin Bo smiled helplessly.

Yan Tianjun stared for a moment, looked to the east, and muttered to himself, "It's dawn." ”

In the east, a round of the sun finally appeared, the sun was shining brightly and dazzling.