Zhou Yanzhi smiled gratefully, but his mind was blank, and the hideous faces of the few cross-toed soldiers flashed from time to time. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

There was a dull pain in his abdomen, and it was estimated that he had been stabbed by the opponent's weapon just when he was in close combat.

Fortunately, there is armor with a grandmother, and it should not hurt badly.

He froze as if he had just woken up, first feeling the bitter taste in his mouth, and then slowly hearing the cry in front of him.

Unlike the crying, crying, and crying he had heard before, it was more like a wolf's howl than a human voice, hurried, shrill and thick with despair.

He straightened up.

It is only less than a hundred miles away from Yongzhou, and since the day before yesterday, a small handful of Jiaozhi soldiers have begun to be encountered along the way.

Because he was afraid of revealing his whereabouts, in the past, Tian Chu ordered to be exterminated when he encountered a small team, and there were too many people, and he was not sure whether he could be wiped out, so he avoided it. There are hundreds of people in this raiding team of Jiaozhi encountered today, but the behavior is really outrageous, and people can't bear it anymore.

Ahead was a small village with billowing black smoke, a sign that the Cochin soldiers had set fire to the village after looting. Dozens of corpses were scattered across the entrance of the village, all of them children under the age of seven or eight and elderly people over the age of 50.

Jiaozhi was cruel, and some strong men were tied up and pulled back to be slaved, and the women were caught, and some were thrown on horseback, intending to drag them back****** children and old people were useless to them, they couldn't do work, and they had to waste rations, and they were all over on the spot. Sometimes, when it was too hard to kill, he rushed to a room, tied his hands and feet, closed the doors and windows, and burned him to death.

When the soldiers untied the ropes that bound the villagers, a group of people threw themselves on the corpses at the entrance of the village and cried, while others rushed into the village to put out the fire.

Zhou Yanzhi felt uncomfortable in his heart, and he couldn't say what it was like.

In the battle just now, he killed three Jiaozhi soldiers, but even so, he couldn't save the lives of even a single villager.

At this moment, the feeling of nausea and vomiting of murder was suppressed, and anger and hatred came up.

He just wants to break those Jiaozhi people into pieces!

In Yongzhou City, Su Ziming couldn't stand up straight.

He had been slashed in the left thigh, and he only had time to stop the bleeding with his armor, and his right ear was numb to the point of pain, probably a piece of it had been cut off by something.

He swallowed hard, and used all his strength to swing the knife and slash at the cross-toe soldier on the opposite side, but before the knife could be struck, a cool breeze swept across the back of his neck. Without looking back, he fell heavily, only vaguely hearing the cross-toe soldiers behind him laughing wildly.

What do people think about before they die?

He had never thought about this problem, but at this moment, what flashed through his mind was his old father Su Ling, who had done his best but failed to save Yongzhou City.

Su Ziming's body is in a different place.

The city of Yongzhou is full of Jiaozhi soldiers.

Xu Baixiang, a traitor from Guangnan, offered a plan to attack the city, and Yongzhou City fought all the troops and only held it for seven days.

Jiaozhi's strength is dozens of times that of Yongzhou, even if the corpses are stacked to make soil, Li Changjie can afford to sacrifice.

With a "squeak", the Jiaozhi soldiers who had climbed into the city wall moved the big stone at the city gate and opened the city gate.

Li Changjie laughed under the city gate, pointed to Yongzhou City, and shouted to the soldiers under his command: "Sons, capture Su Ling alive, I have a reward!" ”

The Cochin soldiers rushed excitedly into the city.

Zong Jian looked at his subordinates who rushed into the city with some concern, suppressed the apprehension in his heart, and carefully reminded Li Changjie, "General, do you want to restrain the soldiers not to kill and plunder too much?" ”

Li Changjie narrowed his eyes and said: "After fighting for a long time, there have been heavy casualties among my subordinates, if they are not allowed to loot again, these subordinates will rebel." ”

Zong Jian sighed in his heart.

Yongzhou was about to fight, but Dayue suffered too many casualties, and when he returned to China, he didn't know what the DPRK and China would say. Now I have to take one step at a time and capture as many cities as possible.

In the alleys of Yongzhou City, Tang Zizheng took more than a dozen scattered subordinates, each grabbed a variety of weapons, and looked for the cross-toe soldiers who did not form a team.

He gasped for breath, braced his knees, and his head felt dizzy.

The subordinate who had been following him for several years handed over a pot of water and said, "General judgment, take a break." ”

Tang Zizheng gritted his teeth and straightened up.

There was a shout of killing in the city, and the situation was already very clear.

He sighed and said to the soldiers who had been killing him for a long time, "You have found a chance to escape." ”

The subordinates smiled miserably, "The city is lost, where can you flee, it is better to die in one place." ”

"Good, good!" Tang Zi was about to speak, more than ten people retreated from outside the alley, he fixed his eyes, was taken aback, and hurriedly greeted him, "Imperial City!" ”

He whispered, "Why are you still here!" The city is full of soldiers looking for you! ”

Su Ling's whole body was covered in blood, most of his hair was already white, his face was dirt except for blood, and the armor on his left abdomen was split in half, and blood oozed from it.

He coughed violently a few times, and said to the more than 20 soldiers in front of him who had fought to the last moment: "What are you doing here, why don't you go back and take care of your family soon!" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a large group of Jiaozhi soldiers rushed in from outside, densely packed, and there were more than 100 people, not to mention more than 100 people.

Tang Zizheng led his subordinates to greet him, turned to him and said, "Imperial City, you go back first, why can't you fall into the hands of the Jiaozhi people!" ”

Su Ling was stunned for a moment, and then smiled bitterly.

He is the governor of Yongzhou, and he can't die at the hands of the Jiaozhi people no matter what.

He bred himself up and walked to the back of the alley, turning his head to look at the group of subordinates, wanting to remember them one by one at the last moment of his life.

Turning the alley was the Yongzhou Mansion, and he entered through the back door and locked the door tightly.

The palace was extremely quiet, separating the blood and light in Yongzhou City from the disaster.

Su Ling walked towards the middle hall step by step.

The door of the central hall was wide open, and everywhere was wet, and there was a burst of oily smell.

In the middle hall, thirty-seven chairs were neatly arranged, only two were empty, one for his son Su Zizheng, and one for himself. On the rest of the chairs sat a member of the Su family, and their expressions were peaceful at the moment, as if they were asleep.

The three sons, except for Zizheng, who was nowhere to be seen, are estimated to have died on the city wall, and the rest of them were seriously injured, unable to go into battle to kill the enemy, and had gone home to recuperate, and at this moment they all changed their clothes and sat on chairs.

Su Ling glanced at the family members in the hall, smiled and touched the hair of his nearest granddaughter, the other party smiled at the corner of his mouth, leaned back on the chair, his small body was leaning on it, no different from his usual naughty and clever appearance, but he would never respond again. Although she is only six years old, she will never see the scenery of the world, and she has not had time to grow up, say goodbye, and have children.

He continued on his way.

In the middle was a table of eight immortals dragged out, with cups, wine jugs, and a jar of inferior wine on top of it.

Su Ling shook his head, leaned over and sniffed it, the smell of wine was faint, and it was estimated that there was much more water in it than wine.

The wine in the yamen and at home was taken to the soldiers in the process of defending the city, and it is fortunate that they can still drink a sip of water mixed with wine.

The jar was empty, and only a few mouthfuls remained in the jug, which the family had specially kept for themselves.

Su Ling smiled slightly, and drank the wine in the pot to his mouth. He reflexively closed the door, lit the fire, and threw it to the ground.

Flames rose into the sky. (To be continued.) )