The barricades on Main Street are constantly rising. It's not because there's another piece of furniture to join. Rather, stacks of corpses are constantly reinforcing them.

Blood has stained the streets blood-red. And has merged into a small river that bubbles and flows. This river is now constantly bringing in fresh blood. It's getting bigger. It becomes turbulent.

The attacker stepped on countless pairs of large feet with flying blood splatters. Shouting syllables that are not human voices. Constantly sacrifice life and forget to die. Fall down. Pounce again.

The Guardian stood behind the rising barricades. He also shouted like a beast. Place the long knife in your hand. The cherry spear in his hand kept slashing out. Piercing. Every hit will never miss. Every stroke reaps a person's life.

It was the same attire. Same fate. Same situation. Brothers who were once close. At this moment, he became a rival. Mortal enemy.

No one asked why. No one wonders why. Those questions are all in the hands of the house. They're just being coerced. I can't help fighting. Facing the former Robe Brothers. He didn't hesitate to cut down the weapon in his hand. Piercing. There are no tricks. There was no movement. You won't be allowed to move around with any skill. It's all people.

You can't hesitate. As long as you hesitate slightly. Then it will be himself who falls at the feet of the people.

A man in his forties. Just now. One shot stabbed an opponent's pole. But when stabbing each other to death. He felt it. Just fell under his own gun. It's a brother who fought side by side with him when he kicked the city yesterday. He also once blocked a shot from the official army for himself. I also used to look for him after the war. We're in this together. Squatting in a corner and drinking a bottle of good wine from the top of the mountain.

He remembers it clearly. When I found him outside the mudless camp. The two of them hugged each other tightly. Sigh together for the luck of two people. survived this chaos of tens of thousands of people.

Then. The brother took out a stack of golden, fragrant flatbread in his arms. The flatbread is strong. It also exudes the sweetness of new wheat. The brother didn't hesitate to push it to himself. Let yourself eat hard.

I took out the clay pot I brought with me. In the clay pot are still warm haggis from the top of the hair. The haggis stewed just right. It was made by an old cook in my team. Oily but not greasy. I added fiery spicy seeds. Take a sip and make you feel comfortable and want to fall.

The wine is a bottle of authentic elm burning knives that reward meritorious warriors. Thieves are fierce thieves. One bite is like a line of fire falling in the throat. Spicy straight into the chest. Immediately, it was as if a huge oven had been lit up.

So the two brothers squatted on the corner of the street. A bite of flatbread. A bite of mutton soup. A sip of spirits. Talking happily. This makes the poles who often can't tell which one in front of them are envious.

I don't know which pole it is a young little pole. That is, teenagers. There are no feats. Just got two flatbreads. I stepped forward with envy. Giggle said. It's so lucky to see you two old brothers. Not only did they survive in this war. He was also rewarded for his military exploits. You will live a long life. It will definitely be rich and auspicious.

Hahahaha. At that time, the brother stretched out his hand boldly. Hand the bottle in your hand. I also pushed the haggis over with half a basin of it. The little rabbit took it happily. Take a bite. Immediately burned his face into a rabbit's eye. After sticking out his tongue and drinking most of the bowl of haggis. And he fell drunk beside them;

The brother laughed. Waving his arms and talking to himself. The battle is complete. I was lucky not to die. He also won the battle exploits. The leader said. This time, the big boss got a lot of money and food. It's going to be distributed tomorrow. People who have done great things like themselves. You will be rewarded with a large sum of money and food. Then follow the rules. And they divided the goods in the land of appeasement in the demarcated area. That is a rich man himself.

Wait until tomorrow when the money and food are distributed. He was ready to take his mother-in-law away from the pole. Save a portion of the grain for seeds. Money to buy farm tools. Right. The main thing is to buy a scalper. Buy a few more sheep. Then go to a mountain where there are no officials. Self-cultivation. Then give birth to a litter of babies.

Meantime. and he will go with him; At that time, I also agreed. I also agreed with him to be a son and daughter.

That night. They have endless is the topic. With endless fantasies. They have already planned the future of the world. Small day. In the hazy drunken eyes. They all saw their children around their knees. I saw abundance and stability.

But just now. It's just now. His spear pierced into the one who had blocked a shot for himself. Once about the chest of the in-laws.

Here's why. Why is this the case. Aren't they the same people? Isn't it the same Allies. Isn't it the same brother who kills officials and rebels to find a way to live? How could this be the case now.

No one answered him. He didn't have a chance to wait for an answer. Because it's in the next moment. Just in the moment he was slightly stunned. The distracted brother fell to another brother's sword. Before he was dead completely. Immediately they were lifted up and thrown on the barricades. Just helplessly looked at the knives and guns in front of him. Helplessly watching the layers of people continue to rush up and fall. Finally pressed on his own body.

He let out a long sigh. Feel relaxed. Finished. All the suffering and the little hope that I once had. It's all over. It's just a pity that I'm still a young child. I don't know if I'll be able to survive the next battle. And then in his final meaning. He actually saw the in-laws who died at his own hands. Lying next to his own house. His own body pressed against his already cold and stiff body. When he saw his in-laws, he had gray eyes. There was a clear disbelief in his eyes. Dazed. Suffering. And also.. Unwilling.

The battle of their brothers is over. But the battle of the leaders continues.

Don't get mud and personally carry a knife to supervise the battle. There were already several people in front of him. Got his head cut off without mud.

The battle went on brutally. But the non-muddy team couldn't break through the seemingly fragile barricade anyway. There is a writing pole that can no longer withstand such a tragic fight. I lost my sword and gun and ran back. Go into battle in person without getting muddy. He took the big knife in his hand and cut off the head of the retreater. The blood of the dead was bubbling in the slimy blood on the street. Converge into a blood-red stream. Stream to I don't know where it went.

If you don't get mud, your eyes will be bloody. One foot stepped on a headless corpse. With a blood-drenched broadsword. Pointing to the front of the man, one by one covered in blood. Pale men. Jumped to his feet and scolded: "Why can't you attack. Why can't it be attacked. Is it a wall of iron on the other side? Could it be that the simple barricade on the other side is taller and stronger than the wall of the rice grease? Could it be that the poles on the other side are all descended from the gods? Are you all dead?"

The subordinates on the opposite side were scolded by the mud one by one, their heads lowered and trembled.

"Attack. Give me an attack. Or you ram in. Either what I see is your corpse. If you dare to run back again. That's your example." Don't jump on your feet in the mud. Hysterical shouting.

Those men were pardoned. Boom turned around. Howling. With his men, he rushed to the battlefield again.

Turn around without mud. With blood-red eyes, he spat on the ground and shouted, "Overseers. Overseer. Give me ten steps forward. If anyone retreats to the red line after. It's the king of heaven. Even your own father and mother will be killed."

The Warlords shouted yes. Follow the mud and stride forward.

The pole in front was driven away by the murderous momentum and blood-red broadsword of the Overseer. I squeezed ten more steps forward.

The battle was fought for almost two hours. The sun has risen three poles. But it's stuck on the barricades leading to the West Side. The shouts of killing on both sides broke through the sky. But you just can't take a step forward. There was a man in front of the barricade. But no matter how desperate both sides are. No matter how much you increase the number of people, you can't make the opponent move half a point.

Don't get muddy and leave the queue of the Warlords. Carrying a large knife. Hatefully walked to a table on the eaves not far away. Lean the knife on the table. The blood on the broadsword immediately flowed down the blade. Immediately, a small pool of blood red accumulated at the tip of the knife. It emits an eerie red glow.

A pro-soldier carefully served a bowl of warm tea. Then quickly turn to the mud-free back. Don't dare to make the slightest sound. For fear that a mistake will summon a knife from the wrath of the big boss.

Without getting mud on it, he stared at the back of the Warlord. Take the bowl of tea. Regardless of the three-seven-twenty-one in one gulp. Then he slammed the bowl to the ground. Holding your knees and panting. But there's nothing to be done.

Originally their own men and horses plus attached poles. It's twice as big as that tiger. It's the tactics of using a sea of people. Even if it is filled, it can bury a tiger and leave no bones left. But. Fight in the middle of the city. If you let yourself be in a thousand armies, you won't be able to do it at all.

The streets are so wide. Only thirty people in parallel. It's hard to move with one more. So. No matter how many minions you have. The thirty men who were in front of the battle were still the same men. It can only be this group of deaths. The next batch can come forward. The other party almost throws these poles into fighting against themselves almost every time. Now I keep sending out a bobo of people. The front and back of the little barricade were already crowded into human eggs. Even more unwieldy.

I didn't think that tiger could be so tough. I thought that as soon as my army arrived. The tiger will immediately give in and beg for mercy. Where is the need to fight. But they didn't want them to not only fight. And it also broke out with surprising combat effectiveness. It's just like that, consuming human life with yourself. There is no sense of retreat.

I want to come to other allies who are in the same situation as myself. No way. You must open the stalemate before the other allies are discouraged. Otherwise, once those poles see that there is no hope of winning. Then immediately fall back apart.

Come to think of it. Get up suddenly without getting stuck in the mud. Picked up the broadsword again.

At this time, a pro-soldier who observed the lookout. Suddenly shouted on the roof: "The big boss. There is a situation."