Lao Ji is in his twilight years. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info slashed and killed two Hu people guards at the head of the city one after another, and the veteran was covered in blood, and a thought of fulfilling his wish for many years was full of in his heart. The pain of the fire had burned to his heart, and there was not much time left for him. The blood of the Hu people is really cold, and it can really relieve the pain of the fire. The veteran walked like a fly, rushing from the south gate to the north gate.

"Keep up with the General!" The tiger warriors closely followed the steps of the veteran and listened to the seniors tell that the veteran general was invincible. Today, it was very real.

The Hu people defending the city are all miscellaneous soldiers, and their combat effectiveness is not at the same level as that of the Hu people in the Central Plains of Cholera outside. Dozens of tiger soldiers killed nearly 100 guards and cried for their fathers and mothers. But this was not enough, they arrived at the earliest, and there were only dozens of warriors at the north gate. The large camp of the Hu army in the city defense is also leaning here.

The Wei army, which entered the city from the south gate, marched north along the street, and the Hu camp collided together, and it was not possible to break through for the time being. The Hu people couldn't resist it, and when they saw the endless Xia army behind them, they were ready to abandon the camp and flee north on the spot. The fleeing Hu people were immediately confronted by dozens of soldiers led by Wei Wuji.

"Shut the city gates, and don't let the Hu people go out of the city." The uncle who led the team shouted, and followed the veteran who had already rushed forward to pounce on hundreds of Hu people.

As long as they break through the dozens of Xia soldiers in front of them, this group of Hu people will be able to escape, and then find the Hu army and kill this group of shameless Xia people. "Kill!" There was no extra language, and the two sides bumped into each other when they met. Fortunately, the Hu people city defense army did not have horses, and dozens of tigers were not crushed by the first wave of Hu people's impact.

The bluestone floor in the city was covered with layers of blood. Hundreds of years ago, this city belonged to the Xia people, and many people grew up here for generations. After hundreds of years, the Xia people finally returned. Qingshi drank the blood of the Xia people, and the city heard the shouts of the Xia people. The city, which had been dead for hundreds of years, suddenly came to life.

It brings the wind, which blows away centuries of humiliation, it brings rain, washes away endless tears. It began to think of a long time ago, when it was just a thatched house, then a wooden village, and then a market town. "You're back!"

"We're back!" The roar in the throats of the warriors was the sound of swords slashing through the air, and the powerful footsteps of the Xia people on the bluestone floor.

The Hu people could not break through the defenses of the warriors, and a large group of tigers in the rear came like a wave. The tiger was ruthless, and the wave hit the Hu people's team, and it was rolled up in an instant, leaving blood all over the ground.

"General, we won!" With a tired smile, the chief glanced at the only surviving dozen or so warriors.

The veteran was tall, and a long knife was still stuck in the body of a dead Hu man. "General." The chief shouted again, and an ominous feeling rose from his heart.

He stretched out his bloody hands and touched the veteran's body. A burning sensation like contact with a flame came from his hand. "Ahh

The chief and the soldiers who came after saw an incredible scene, the old general's body was red, followed by a wave of heat, and a huge red flame erupted from the old general's old body, which instantly swept all around.

"General!" The warriors didn't know what was happening, but they knew that the creator of the tiger spirit was gone forever. "Whoa" Including Mu Zilan, knelt on the entire avenue.

Mu Zilan's expression was gloomy, and her fingers unconsciously touched the wooden box containing the red pill on her waist. This elixir is so domineering, it can restore the energy of a dying person, and it can burn out a person's flesh and blood.

"No, I can't be decadent. It's not done yet. "Mu Zilan's silver teeth are in a hurry, and the old general has pounced for himself for such a long time, just hoping that he can lead this old general's hard work to escape. Thinking of this, Mu Zilan fought from the crowd.

"Get up! The old general is looking at you, we still have things to do. Mu Zilan tried her best to make a rough sound in her throat.

"The old general's last wish is to purify the Hu people in the Central Plains and return the good rivers and mountains to my Xia people. The kind of city where we live today was once our land. Every grass and tree here should belong to our Xia people. There are still hundreds of thousands of people in this city, tell me what you are going to do! Mu Zilan's voice was like a spell, and it reverberated in the air for a while, and then released the demon in the hearts of the warriors.

"Kill, how they snatched it from our people, how can we get it back today." Wang Bing's eyes were blood-red, as if possessed by a demon.

"Kill, kill, kill!" Tens of thousands of warriors erupted, and a strong murderous aura permeated the city. The cold rain fell on the body, wetting the armor and freezing the heart.

The Hu people in the city are all family members of some Hu people who have a position in the military department, and the chaos in the early morning has already woken them up, and at this moment they are all closed doors, for fear that these wolf-like Xia people will target them. They longed for these Xia people to retain a trace of humanity and would not target them. But they forgot that the Xia people in this city once kept the same idea, but the ancestors of this group of Hu people did not let them go, and the blood of the Xia people had long penetrated the floor of the city and merged into the thick earth rocks. The blood debt should be paid with blood.

"Three rules for slaughtering the city: one is not to leave a living mouth, two is not allowed to burn the house, and three is not allowed to *** From now on, until tomorrow morning, this city is not allowed to see any Hu people. Sacrifice the spirit of the old general in heaven with their blood, and pay tribute to the clansmen who died tragically hundreds of years ago. Kill! Mu Zilan gave an order, and the tiger roared.

The three rules of slaughtering the city, and later the deeds of this army, recorded a strong mark in the annals of Great Xia. Do not leave a living mouth, on behalf of the purpose of this war, it is not allowed to burn the house, every grass and tree here is built by the Xia people. No *** means that even if this army is angry, it is definitely not a beast.

Of course, there are still some discrepancies between the historical records and the actual situation, and the first article is not far off. Second, it is not allowed to burn the house, because this is still behind the enemy, and the Hu people who captured the city do not know. If the house is set on fire, the eye-catching fire of the burning city will definitely summon an overwhelming army of Hu people. Third, there is no special reason, just because Mu Zilan is a daughter.

Tiger warriors, three people in a group, ten people in a team. As soon as he saw a house, he broke down the door, and then from inside came the cries of the Hu people, and the screams of despair. The blood of the Hu people in the city accumulated more and more, and the whole city turned a bewitching red. The rain has become a tool to wash away the different colors, just as it was after the Hu people did all this hundreds of years ago.

If these people don't die, this unit can't be taken out. The Hu army on the periphery was so close that as long as one Hu person sent a message out, this lone army would be wiped out. Mu Zilan needed three days, one day and one night to rest the troops in the city, and two days to make a detour to the south, as long as the detour to the southbound location could the troops be considered safe.

Mu Zilan is a daughter's heart after all, and after seeing the tragic situation of several Hu people, her hard heart became soft. With tears in his eyes, he said goodbye to a few lieutenants around him and hid in the barracks.