Decided to go to war, did not get muddy and ordered his soldiers to move ladders, took Lu Shi's hand and climbed up to the flat roof of the hall together, commanded thousands of troops and horses, launched an attack on Mizhi, and stood on the high roof to see the entire battlefield at a glance.

As the drums of the battle continued to beat, the entire Allied camp began to move, and the people and horses from all walks of life in the distance, under the urging and scolding of their respective leaders, continued to gather under the city wall, and a group of people in the east and west slowly converged into a huge torrent like a trickling stream, and finally converged into a sea of human heads in front of Mizhi City, which was magnificent as far as the eye could see.

Although the names of the poles are different in various places, they are also from all over the world, but whether it is the brother of the pole, the equipment and outfits are all the same, some hold various weapons in their hands, but more are wooden sticks with sharpened tops, some carry the ladder that was hastily built a few days ago, and some push the crash car remodeled with the beams, and when they are gathered together, they can no longer distinguish your men and my brother.

In front of this relatively strong pole, at the forefront of directly facing Mizhi County, there were patches of dull and numb old and weak women and children, who did not have any weapons at all, just standing in the cold wind of hunting with their bare hands, looking into the distance with a numb and dull expression.

These women and children are cannon fodder prepared to consume the enemy's offensive and defensive equipment, and they will go to pave the roads and trenches for the able-bodied ones behind them. Behind the old and weak is the main siege force Ding Zhuang, and this kind of thing has become a fixed siege mode in the major cottage poles.

Every time the city wall is attacked, it is led by the old and weak women and children, one is to consume the equipment of the enemy's garrison, the second is to reduce the idlers who eat in the cottage, and the third is to let the young and strong minions produce a kind of revenge after seeing their relatives besiege the city and die, and enhance their combat effectiveness.

The women and children who went up this time are the ones who survived last time or more, and they can survive this time, but they are just waiting for the next death.

People are not afraid of dying, there is nothing lacking in this world, there is no shortage of such displaced people, as long as there is food, it is enough to coerce.

The allied army was assembled here, and the city wall was already ready to stop, seeing the thieves gathering, the soldiers in charge of leading the team also began to shout and organize the defense of men and horses, and all kinds of offensive and defensive equipment were constantly carried to the city by the people, and the soldiers of the thousand households wearing the fiery red number were holding big knives in their hands, running back and forth behind these trembling signs, constantly shouting, scolding, and from time to time chopping the cold back of the knife to those who were cowering, and the entire brave soldiers guarding the city and countryside looked solemn as if they were facing a great enemy.

After some chaos, the whole battlefield suddenly became silent, all the people held their breath, stared at each other fiercely, let the sudden cold wind in the city and the city under the scream, and there was the sound of the banner of the enemy and the enemy being pulled up by the cold wind.

"Knock knock, knock knock." A dull drum sound, followed by dozens of drums, rolled through like thunder in the sky, shattering the rare silence before the battle.

Suddenly, I heard the shrill cry of a little girl in the sea of people.

Yes, in the earth-shaking war drums, a shrill cry was clearly heard, such a sorrow was sharp, like a sharp steel knife, cutting through the lifeless sky, and then piercing everyone's hearts, even if the drum sounded through the heavens and the earth, it could not suppress this sharp cry.

Then there was a cry, and then there was a howl that shook the heavens and the earth, and the heavens and the earth were darkened, and the sun that had just risen hid in the only cloud as if it could not bear to watch its kind kill each other.

But crying doesn't solve everything, and the sun can't stay away forever, and he can't bear to show his reddened eyes again, watching the coming slaughter of his people.

There is no one who really does not cherish their own lives, no one really cares about their own life and death, ants are still greedy for life, let alone these ordinary people?

But helplessly, since he joined the pole to become a member of the bandits, fate is destined to be such a result, the life of people in troubled times is like a mustard, and he is a damned person, after joining the pole for a long time, he should be grateful to God for opening his eyes, after all, he can die in exchange for his relatives to live in the pole for a while.

So crying is for his tragic fate and a clear ending, but the pace of moving forward slowly is to leave a chance for his loved ones.

In the earth-shattering howls and the whipping and scolding of the leader, the people began to move slowly, and a bloody battle for survival inevitably began.

It doesn't matter who is right or wrong in such a bloody battle, Ding Ding was pulled by the government to defend the city, but it was just for a bite of food, and the homeless people were led by the leader to attack the city, but it was still just for a bite of food. The same people of the Ming Dynasty, the same parents who were born and raised, and the same fathers and villagers in this world, if you have to distinguish between right and wrong, you can only let fate decide.

On the city wall, Ding Maotou's eyes widened, looking at the boundless tide of people who were silently approaching, and felt that with the flow of people, there was a death-like breath, oppressing himself and almost unable to breathe, the swords, guns, bows and arrows in his hands couldn't help but tremble, and a nameless fear climbed from his heart, biting his heart and lungs, squeezing everything around him.

There was not a single shouting of horses and neighing on the entire battlefield, only the terrifying monotonous footsteps of Sasha with death, and the heart-rending howls slowly pressed over little by little.

Close, close.

In the near distance, I could see more clearly, it was an unkempt and ragged old and weak woman and child, the one who walked in the front, the older one was about to catch up with his grandfather who died early, the younger one was only a few years old, and he was still being pulled by his mother's hand, shivering in the cold wind, looking left and right with a pair of innocent and clear eyes, not knowing that he was about to die, bidding farewell to the world that he had not seen through until now.

Behind the enemy's formation, a series of low and urgent war drums continued to sound, the drums were shocking, but there was no change in feelings, dull and monotonous,

The signatories just stupidly watched the three generations of their ancestors and grandchildren under the city come by with the flow of people, and when they looked at them, they forgot the work they should do, and forgot that they were enemies with themselves.

Suddenly, there was a fiery stinging pain in the back of the hairy head, and the sergeant's scolding came to his ears; "You pickled goods with a thousand knives, hurry up and release the arrows, hurry up, the thieves have entered the shooting realm."

No one could bear to shoot arrows at the old people and children in the city, and they all looked back at the soldiers behind them who were supervising the battle, their eyes full of pleading, and their hairs trembled with tears; "Brother sergeant, there are all old people and children down here, we can't do it."

The sentence was not finished, but in exchange for a whipping that split his head and covered his face; "Looking for death? You pickled goods? What about the elderly and children? They are bandits, robbers who have eaten up and plundered everywhere they go, and if you don't shoot them with arrows, they will come into the city, and then your house will be ruined, so let them go quickly for your own sake. ”

All the people fell silent at once, thinking about the burning and looting after the pole was poured into the city, everyone was angry and chilled from the bottom of their hearts.

Suddenly, I don't know which sign on the city wall, I can't stand the pressure of this heart-biting death, shouts, and aimlessly shoots the arrow in my hand at the crowd who have not yet approached the moat.

Immediately, the terrifying bowstring roared, and all the people on the city wall shouted and screamed, pushed, and shot the bows and arrows in their hands one after another, and threw out the things at hand as best they could, as if they wanted to throw out the fear in their hearts. I don't even have the courage to look at it. With the head sheep, all the people seemed to have no sense of guilt, so the layers of arrows flew like wasps to the city, to the boundless array of old people, children, women and children under the city.

Clusters of arrows rained down from the sky like wasps, obscuring the entire sky in the direction of the city walls, and the sun darkened in it.

The arrows in those old and weak eyes from small to large, with a whistling breath of death, like a hungry poisonous snake, cold into the crowd of people in front, wanton drinking people's blood, a burst of indistinguishable puffs followed, and then there was an earth-shattering wail and scream, the whole sea of people suddenly collapsed one after another, but the people behind were still like waves in front of the front of the wave without hesitation, filling these collapses, stepping on the bodies of fallen to the ground or dead or injured and not dead, Continued his numb pace of progress, without a moment's pause. The men were then trampled and drowned again by more arrows, and so on and

Those women and children face the tall city wall, face the impassable barrier of death, and the fate that is impossible to overcome, not that they don't want to turn around and run away, but in front of them is the abyss, but behind them is also the hell of death, the murderous warlord, the ruthless broadsword that slashes and kills the escapees, is waiting for them, this is all fate, forward, may rush to the dead corner of the city wall, escape a catastrophe, but turn back, it is an absolute dead end, so at this time, push away the companions who are in the way in front of you, and strive to rush to the dead corner under the city, It's safe to escape for a while.

The only way to move forward is to hand over your fate to the fate in the dark.

In the face of the rain of arrows, the people did not and could not stop, and slowly rushed to the moat and to the tall walls of Namizhi amid the sound of cries and drums of battle.

Ahead was the moat, the hideous stakes under the moat, the white new planed tips, like the steel teeth of a beast, waiting to drink life and blood at any time.

The old man was lucky enough to avoid a rain of arrows, and was pushed to the edge of the trench, instinctively trying to stand still, but the crowd behind her like a wall was not at all her thin body could resist, without any suspense, screaming and being squeezed down the trench, wearing on the wooden pillars of the forest, there was not much blood flowing out of the body, because the blood was drained by this fate, and there was no heart-rending howl, because no matter how miserable the howl could not move God, he sent a trace of mercy, just opened his dry mouth like that, stared at the godless eyes, Looking at the blue seeping sky, he let out a sigh of relief, and lowered his old head as if he was relieved. Only a strand of long pale hair fluttered slowly in the wind swirling in the trench, until another child covered in the corpse of a child with a range of arrows.