February of the year of the year.

Most of the rebellions in Chendi were quelled, but most of the people in Chenjun died. Or die of the rebellious people, or with the soldiers, or from hunger and cold.

In the Qin State, there were many places in various places, and the people of the world had no food, so they used their children and ate scavengers to survive.

The people competed for the grains of rice, and the people robbed the road. There are those who eat grass leaves and roots, there are those who eat the carrion of dead beasts, and there are those who eat people.

In such a world, there is no way of man, and there is no distinction between man and animal.

Guanzhong has also been in chaos, the defenders have no food, and the people are in turmoil.

Most of the rebel armies have already entered the four chaos in Guanzhong, and there are only tens of thousands of regular army soldiers in various parts of Guanzhong, and they have no time to take care of themselves.

The city is not broken, but Xianyang seems to have become a lonely city.

Gu Nan led the army on the road and passed by a village.

She turned her head sideways, as if it was the same village she had passed by that day when she entered Chendi.

The cry of the woman that day seemed to come again, hoarse.

She looked at the edge of the village, where in front of a dilapidated house, lay a dry skeleton, who she didn't know whose it was.

She's seen so much along the way.

Raising her head and looking at the road ahead, she seemed to really understand what Bai Qi saw back then.

In those last years, what was it that made the old man so hopeful, worthy of his life?

This scene of the last years really makes people dare not look at it.

She used to think that as long as there was no war, it would be peaceful.

Later, she thought that as long as people had land and grain and could live in peace, it would be peaceful.

She didn't know where this peaceful and prosperous world should be now.

It seems, it's just one smoke after another.

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Outside the frontier.

The sand and dust raised by the strong wind made people unable to open their eyes, and tens of thousands of soldiers stood in front of the Yanmen Pass, their long swords drawn out and hanging by their sides.

The Mongol army has not eaten for more than a month, and has been holding on to the land outside the pass for months.

In the army, it was a banner embroidered with a masked letter, and the flag was torn by the strong wind and hunted.

Meng Tian led the army in front, his clothes and armor were covered with dust, his face was yellow, and his eyes were bloodshot, but he still carried that majestic meaning.

There was no food left in the army, so on this day, they were ready to fight the Huns to the death, and sprinkle the blood in their chests here.

There is a great chaos in the country, if the Xiongnu are allowed to go south, I am afraid that the Central Plains will collapse.

They are in the army, and they don't want to be sinners for the ages, so they won't retreat here.

The wind in the grassland was chaotic, and in front of the Mongolian army's military formation, the sound of horses galloping came from the end of the world.

Then the smoke and dust covered the sky, and the wind was chaotic.

The Mongolian army under that banner clenched their armor and raised their eyes.

The indescribable look should be calm, it should be angry, it should be the look of death.

Meng Yi held the banner alof, holding his long sword in his right hand.

It should be clenched too tightly, the neck is swollen red, and the green tendons are entrenched.

Holding the spear, Meng Tian on the horse pursed his chapped lips weakly, clenched his hand tightly, the tip of the spear trembled slightly, and pulled the reins of the war horse under him.

He once said.

One day, he will take his army and immediately pass the front, so that the Qin army will dare to offend.

He thought he would do it.

The Huns got closer and closer, the blade in his hand glowing with a cold light, and howling like a wild beast.

In the hand holding the spear, the green tendons swelled, Meng Tian's eyes were open angrily, his pupils tightened, and when the Huns almost rushed forward, he roared with all his strength.

The long howl did not go for a long time, and remained in the dust and sand.

"Strengthen our army!"

Meng Tian's eyes seemed to be about to crack, and his eyes were hot.

"Defend my mountains and rivers!!"

The eyes reflected the endless former enemy, the spear raised, the horse's hooves flying.

"Great!!"

The blood in the chest cavity is hot, like a reverse flow of blood.

There was a terrifying roar among the Mongol troops, and even the blade raised by the Hun seemed to be startled.

The tens of thousands of troops, tens of thousands of humble bodies rushed up, if a great wall was horizontal, it would be unbreakable.

The two armies touched each other, flesh and blood flew, and the sky and earth were red. The grass was stained red, and the blood soaked in the soil.

The corpses in one place fell, and the blood and water gathered.

The sound of killing killed the sky, as if the heavens and the earth had lost their minds, and countless people fell, and blood splashed.

Until the killing sound is gone.

Only the remnant of the army stood there covered in blood.

The flag was broken, but it stood diagonally, and its shadow fell to the ground.

Meng Tian stood with his sword on his hand, looking at the retreating figure.

He grinned, but he smiled, blood pouring out of his mouth and soaking his armor.

The laughter was wild, and the remnants of the army standing also laughed with the chief, and stood in the wind, calling the enemy to retreat.

Raising his head, Meng Tian's eyes were blood-red, he looked at the east, held his hands, and pursed his mouth.

His mouth opened slightly for a while, and he spit out two or four words: "Strengthen me." ”

"Da Qin."

He must have lost his strength and fell between the corpses.

Lying on his back in the midst of the corpse, his vision blurred.

That year, when the army was withdrawn from Hangu Pass, his father asked him.

"Tian'er, do you know what war is?"

He said hatefully.

"Whoever causes tens of millions to die is called war."

But my father smiled and said.

"No, it is to call thousands of people to die, and to save the world, it is called war!"

Among the corpses, Meng Tian closed his eyes and never opened them again.

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The Xiongnu outside the pass did not dare to go south for several years, even if there was no army stationed in the Great Wall.

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Xianyang City.

After Gu Nan led the army back to the city, the chaotic army was already in chaos in Guanzhong, and there was not much food in Xianyang City to fight.

The people of the city were better than elsewhere, but they were not much better.

More than a month later, countless rebel armies surrounded Xianyang City.

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"Click."

A waiter lowered his head and presented a bowl of rice and placed it on the table in front of Fusu.

The food was filled with heat, and Fusu, who was sitting at the table, was emaciated, but the young man's face was hungry.

He looked to his side, where Liss was standing to one side.

Li Si was ordered to serve as a politician and often would be by Fusu's side.

He saw Fusu looking at him, bowed his head and bowed: "Your Majesty, is there something wrong?" ”

"Prime Minister, how much food is left in the country?"

I don't know if it's hunger or what, Fusu's voice is a little weak.

Lees didn't answer, he couldn't.

Fu Suhe smiled and said softly: "Then Prime Minister, do you think you still need to guard this city?" ”

"Your Majesty." Li Si wanted to say something, but Fusu stretched out his hand to stop him.

Turning his head to the waiter in front of him, he picked up the food in his hand and said.

"How much grain is left in the palace, take it all out, make it into a meal, and distribute it to the people in the city······"

As he spoke, he handed the food in his hand to the hungry waiter.

"You can eat this bowl first."

The waiter took the bowl in a daze, and then bowed his head with a crying voice: "Thank you, Your Majesty." ”

The waiter retreated, Fusu looked outside the hall, and said to Li Si on the side.

"Prime Minister, the widow wants to surrender."

His eyes were closed, and his voice was gentle: "The people of this world can no longer bear the suffering of this war." ”

"That's it, let's go down······"