Yang Quan arched his hand at Hao Baihu, "Brother Hao, since thousands of households are looking for you, I think you should go busy, I'll go home first."

Hao Baihu glanced at the soldier's anxious appearance, and knew that there must be something urgent, so he hurriedly arched his hand with Yang Quan, and hurriedly ran towards the distance with Song Zongqi. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Lord Baihu, Brother Song, where is your food money?" The old fish head who was squatting next to him to boil water, saw them hurrying away, and hurriedly grabbed Hao Baihu's arm and said.

"Here you go," Hao Baihu, who was grabbed by his sleeve, didn't care about talking to him at this time, threw a piece of broken silver, and hurriedly ran forward.

At this time, a servant ran quickly towards the gate of the city, shouting as he walked, "Attention to the people who want to go out of the city, the prefect ordered, the north and south city gates are open for half an hour, if there is an urgent matter out of the city, leave the city quickly,"

There was also such a voice in the distance, and the official who thought that he was shouting like this was not alone.

This voice made Yang Quan, who was originally like water, feel a little anxious inexplicably, because he remembered the thin woman at home, I don't know if they are in danger? Fang Cai, if it weren't for this Hao Junqi and they had to eat, and the prefect's order to open the city gate had not been issued, he Yang Quan would have run home a long time ago.

He took a step and walked towards the outside of the city, the city gate in the distance, at this time also squeaked open, Yang Quan hurriedly followed the officer, ran towards the gate of the city, and when he walked to the gate, he found that the front was open, only the gate of the urn city, and when he came to the gate, he found that the gate was tall and heavy,

The heavy city gate, at the current level, is pushing the crashing car, and it may not be easy to knock him open.

However, when he walked into this urn city, the city gate outside did not open, but waited for many people to come to this urn city one after another, the city gate here creaked and closed heavily, standing in the open space surrounded by the city wall, looking at the depressed city wall around him, Yang Quan's heart gave birth to a feeling of powerlessness.

The soldiers guarding the gate in the distance, with the help of a few people, transported the gravel and soil blocking the door to the side, and when the gate could be opened halfway, the city slowly opened, and people rushed out of the city, and when Yang Quan fell outside the city, a pungent smell of blood drilled into his nose,

Yang Quan frowned, only then did he realize that around the city wall, there were dense human bodies, and it seemed that the Tartars had suffered a lot of casualties before attacking the city, and now that they were transporting the wounded, they could see that the vast majority of the people lying on the ground were refugees driven by them.

The hideous, terrifying appearance of the corpse on the ground made Yang Quan's back chill, this was among the hundreds of dead people, how could he not be afraid?

He hurriedly searched for a road to the southwest, and hurried to the road. However, Yang Quan looked at the sky where the sun was setting, and from this battlefield, he still found a waist knife, which calmed his somewhat frightened heart.

However, Yang Quan, who was in a hurry, stopped halfway through, because now he found that because he had not been here before, he was sad and lost.

At this time, the red sun on the horizon had already sunk into the mountains to the west, leaving only half of it, secretly looking at the world that was about to fall into darkness.

On this road, Yang Quan was quietly left alone at the moment, even though he was holding a long knife in his hand, he still beat a small drum in his heart. When he walked into the woods, he couldn't help but stop, because he clearly felt that someone was behind him, secretly following him.

Yang Quan stopped and looked back uneasily, but apart from the dark shadow of the tree behind him, where was the shadow of someone? Just when he was nervous, he saw that in the woods in front of him, there were flames that could be blocked.

Yang Quan was shocked, and hurriedly hid in the bushes, he listened attentively, the man's painful moans, the woman's whining and sobbing, and the child's heart-rending cry, among these voices were occasionally mixed with one or two reprimands and scolding, but the words of these people were words that Yang Quan couldn't understand.

Yang Quan, who was suspicious in his heart, quietly touched the direction, and when he came to this flame, he couldn't help but be taken aback, only to see that not far ahead, it turned out to be a huge refugee camp, unkempt refugees, sitting or lying on the ground, most of them were stunned, and the refugees near Yang Quan's position, many people still had sad looks on their faces.

How can there be refugees in this place? It stands to reason that everyone was beaten away by the Tartars. Just when Hu Ding was suspicious, the refugees who had settled down suddenly became more noisy, Yang Quan looked towards the noisy place, and saw a few short men with shirtless bodies walking towards the crowd.

What shocked Yang Quan was that these people were all bald, with blue stubble scalps, under this firelight, shining brightly, and when they turned their heads to speak, the braids as thin as chopsticks were exposed at the back of their heads.

Money rat tail! Damn, it's a tartar!

Seeing the hairstyles of these people, if Yang Quan still didn't understand who they were, he was on the city wall today, and he really guarded the city for a long time.

But now in this situation, Yang Quan returned to Fucheng to move the rescue troops, I'm afraid it's a little too late, God knows if these Tartars are just here to rest temporarily, what if they leave? The biggest problem, that is, here, Yang Quan is already a little lost, if he returns to move the rescuers, he doesn't know if he can come back!

But looking at these refugees, being taken away by this tartar, Yang Quan felt a little unwilling in his heart, although on weekdays, he was a little afraid of death, and always wanted to escape such and such dangers, but in front of him, there were thousands of clansmen! Seeing them being taken away and humiliated by the Tartars, watching them step by step into this fire pit, Yang Quan couldn't watch from the wall.

During the daytime siege of the city, when he watched those refugees being driven by Tartars and cattle and sheep, his heart was actually twitching, the Han nation in this era was similar to the people who suffered a lot more than 200 years later, the same was invaded by foreign races, enslaved by foreign races, and the same people were slaughtered by foreign races like pigs, dogs, cattle and sheep.

The flame in Yang Quan's heart slowly rose, perhaps, this is a kind of unyielding that has experienced the era of backwardness and being beaten, a kind of resistance cry rooted in the depths of the soul from the depths of the heart. However, now Yang Quan, how can he save these people? After all, now he still has a wrist injury, although eating is out of the way, if he chops and stabs, I'm afraid it will still be a little difficult!