The two sides confronted each other, and the Annan army did not enter the range of the bows and arrows of the Depositor, and the Depository soldiers nervously tightened the bowstring, and the battle was about to break out.

The melodious sound of military trumpets sounded, and the Annan army immediately separated to both sides, and rows of men, women, and children were driven from behind the formation to the front.

Many of the depositors were stunned, including their parents, wives, and children, and the bowstrings in their hands were involuntarily loosened. Due to the suddenness of the arrival of the Annanite people, many family members did not have time

An Annam general, with a round face and a beard, shouted at the top of his voice: "Listen, the people above, the whole valley has been occupied by us, and you and your families have been brought here, and those who have come down to surrender will not only allow you to be reunited with your families, but also forgive your sins and reward you with good wine and meat." Those who resist to the end will be killed by you and your families. ”

The words made the hearts of the soldiers on the mountain shake.

"Don't listen to their nonsense," cried one of the pot chiefs, "the dog is trying to lure you down and catch you all." If you listen to their demagoguery, once you go down, the whole family will fall to the ground. ”

The soldiers were silent, only to see a group of Annan soldiers setting up dozens of cauldrons in front of the battle, lighting firewood, and actually stewing meat in front of the two armies. It doesn't take much time, the water in the pot is steaming, and the meat is fragrant.

"If the meat in the pot is cooked and no one has come down. General Ben is about to kill. The round-faced, bearded-bearded Annan general shouted.

The smell of meat wafted up, and all the potting soldiers couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva. After several days of fierce fighting, the food reserves on the mountain were almost exhausted, and they rushed over on an empty stomach.

The children in the crowd couldn't help crying first, and the children's psychology was always the most fragile. Immediately afterwards, the old man and the woman began to call their sons and husbands by name.

The psychological defense line of the soldiers on the mountain was opened little by little.

A drum sounded, and a team of swords and axes strode out, their broadswords shining brightly. As soon as the drums stopped, a row of large knives was raised and aimed at the heads of the family members.

General Annan, who had a round face and a beard, raised his eyebrows and raised his voice, "If the people above are stubborn, this general will really kill people." With a wave of his left hand, the drum beat again.

The soldiers on the mountain knew that once his hand was waved, a row of heads would fall to the ground. They are all the closest soldiers of Venasuva, so they are not afraid of death, but how can they be calm in the face of their family's disagreement?

The drums rumbled endlessly, and the hearts of the soldiers were pounding. Suddenly, someone shouted, "Grandma, grandma, can't kill my grandma!" He threw down his bow and arrows and ran towards a middle-aged woman in front of the enemy.

He had just run more than ten steps when an arrow shot out from behind with a "whoosh", and a "poof" hit him in the back of the heart. The man fell to the ground, and for a moment he was not dead, and crawled towards his mother.

It was as if a breach had been broken in the embankment, and hundreds of people threw down their weapons and ran towards their loved ones. The leaders of the basin slashed with their knives, but where could they stop? Their status is higher, and their families are all placed in their residences on the mountain, so they can naturally remain unmoved, but where can ordinary soldiers who save pots be able to resist the life and death of their relatives? As soon as hundreds of people rushed out, the whole army was in an uproar, and more than half of the thousands of people immediately ran out.

Looking at the scene of the collapse of the whole army, Suo Lang let out a long sigh and said to the leaders of the army who were stubborn and unyielding: "Everyone, do you still want to fight again?" ”

A white-haired leader waved the knife in his hand and said with a sad and angry face: "Lord Venasuva would rather set himself on fire than surrender to Yuegou, how can we be so spineless, we would rather fight to one person than let Lord Solang kneel down to Yuegou's noble knees." ”

"There is a famous saying among the Han people, 'It is better to be a broken jade than a complete tile.'" Another leader said, "Even if we die, we cannot lower our heads as savers." ”

The rest of the leaders expressed their determination to fight the Annan army to the death.

Solang secretly complained in his heart, he really didn't want to fight anymore, but he was swayed by this group of stubborn people, and he didn't know how to open his mouth to enlighten them. If they say they surrender, will these people immediately turn around and cut themselves with a knife?

"The jade has become tiles, and even if it is broken, it has no value." A clear voice came.

The face of the leader of the Zhongcun basin changed, and he followed the voice to see Yang Muyun standing not far from them with a smile.

"Y-How did you get out?" Chapoon yelled at him with a knife.

"You want to know?" Yang Muyun smiled slightly, and glanced at the soldiers who recognized each other with their families, "You can go and ask them." ”

Chapoon's face became extremely ugly, and he wanted to order someone to take him down, but looking around, his soldiers had already run away.

"Lord Suo Lang," Yang Muyun looked at Suo Lang, "I'll escort you down!" ”

"Hmm......" Before Solang could answer, he saw the sword flashing in front of him, and Chapoon and the leaders waved their swords in front of him.

"What, you don't want to live anymore, do you want to bring Master Solang to the funeral with you?" Yang Muyun said with a sneering face.

"Lord Solang is the master of my pot, and we will never let him fall into the hands of Yue Gou." Everyone spoke in unison.

"Lord Solang is burdened with the hope of saving the pot, do you want to force him to death?" Yang Muyun reprimanded.

Chapoon and the leaders had gloomy faces and did not say a word.

There were not many people around them anymore, only two or three hundred people remained. These people are all orphans adopted by Venasuva, trained as personal guards since childhood, and without the burden of family, they can naturally fight these leaders and the Annamite to the death.

The Annan army below had no intention of marching upward, as if they wanted to wait for all the people above to surrender.

Yang Muyun flashed, and in an instant, he moved in front of Cha Boang. Cha Boang was startled, raised his knife and slashed at him, but he slashed into the air, and then heard a few scoldings from behind him, turned around and saw that Yang Muyun somehow got behind him and exchanged hands with other leaders.

"Brush-" The knife light shone, but Yang Muyun's figure was extremely flexible, and the knives of the leaders grazed his body one after another.

"Protect Lord Solang," Chapoon exclaimed, "Lord Solang has been robbed. ”

Everywhere everyone looked, they saw a slender figure pulling Solang and rushing down the mountain, her long hair fluttering, although she had a mask on her face, she knew that it was a woman at a glance.

"Chase-" Cha Boon and the leaders couldn't care about Yang Muyun anymore, and with an order, they led the remaining two or three hundred people to chase after them.

Although the woman with the mask was pulling a person, her feet were not slow, and Cha Boon and the others couldn't catch up for a while.

At this time, the Annan army moved, and they divided into three routes, one to meet the masked woman and Solang, and the other two to outflank them on the left and right wings.

The masked woman quickly pulled Solang and rushed to the front of Annam's army. The Annan army immediately moved out of the way and let them pass, and then raised their shields to stop the pursuers behind. Cha Boang and the others stopped and were about to set up a position to break through the barrier, when they suddenly found that they had been heavily surrounded by the Annan army.

The shield was like a wall, the guns were like a forest, and the thousands of Annan troops surrounded the last few hundred resisters in the pot.

"Fight with them!" Chapoon and the leaders shouted through gritted teeth.

Hundreds of people roared and pounced on the Annan officers and soldiers in front of them. The final fight begins, and it's a battle without suspense, the only uncertainty is how long the fight will last.

Although these hundreds of people regarded death as home, after all, there were many Annan soldiers, countless knives and spears fell, and flesh and blood flew everywhere, and later, the sound of fighting became weaker and weaker.

By the time Solang couldn't help but rush over like crazy, hundreds of soldiers had already fallen in a pool of blood.

Chapoon was the last to fall, and Solang lunged forward and hugged him. His whole body was stained with blood, and countless wounds, large and small, were still oozing blood.

"Lord Solang......" Chapoon said with a dying breath, "I can't protect you anymore, you have to be careful......" He closed his eyes before he finished speaking.

Solang was grief-stricken, holding Chapoon's body for a long time, unwilling to put it down.

Yang Muyun couldn't help but sigh and shake his head when he looked at this scene.

"I'll let Daddy bury them," Zheng Yu said beside him, "This is war, and someone will always die." ”

"But this battle is too unjust," Yang Muyun lowered his voice, "If it weren't for Hou Yebu's big game of chess, this battle could have been avoided." ”

"Daddy is forced to take this step," Zheng Yu said silently: "If you want to get rid of political enemies, someone has to give the king an explanation...... In fact, some people don't have to die. ”

"You think these people are stupid, don't you?" Yang Muyun glanced at her and said, "We Han people have a saying that 'a scholar dies for a confidant.'" Although Vinasuva is dead, these men fought until the last moment, which shows that their loyalty is only evident. Looking at Solang, who was still there mourning and weeping, "What will Hou Ye do with him?" ”

"Don't worry," Zheng Yu said: "My father will not embarrass him, but whether he can continue to stay in the pot as the master depends on his creation." ”

"What do you mean by that?"

"Daddy is just a county marquis, but he doesn't have the power to appoint local officials in Dayue," Zheng Yu smiled slightly: "The pot has belonged to Dayue, and it is the king's decision to let what kind of people manage here." Although Daddy has asked Solang to succeed him as the lord of the basin, he still needs the king's permission in the end. ”

"Well," Yang Muyun nodded, "The storage basin has been completely settled, and I hope that Master Hou will stop embarrassing the people in the valley." ”

"You don't have to worry about this," Zheng Yu said: "Daddy is ordering people to compile a book of the population and land in the valley, and manage it as if it were my Dayue prefecture and county." Now that the pot savers are already the people of Dayue, Daddy will not let people have another incident. ”

"That's good, that's good......"

"Mu Yun, everything here is over," Zheng Yu stared at him deeply, "When you settle down, Daddy will lead the troops north in the near future, you ...... Will it come with us? ”

Yang Muyun was silent for a moment, and said slowly: "If you can, I want to leave now...... For some reason, I'm scared to stay here. He looked up at the sky, "The people here are all dying because of me, I wonder if they will come to me to ask for their lives after they die?" ”

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"Mu Yun, let's go," Zheng Yu held his hand tightly, "As long as you have a clear conscience, why care about other people's attitudes?" ”

"No," Zheng Yu shook his hand and comforted, "If it weren't for you, more people would die here, and speaking of which, there would be more people who are grateful to you." ”

"Will he be grateful to me, then?" Yang Muyun's eyes looked at Suo Lang again, only to see him gently put Cha Boon on the ground, stood up and closed his eyes, folded his hands, and muttered to himself.

Zheng Yu pursed her lips, not knowing what to say.

"He must have hated me to death in his heart," Yang Muyun shook his head, "Look, he didn't know how to curse me there!" ”