Scold!

The blade slashed across his neck, and warm blood spurted out, separating the corpses of the soldiers disguised as corpses.

The disciples of the Tianhua Sect, who were disturbing the battlefield, walked around the ghost gate and thanked the people from the rivers and lakes who had reached out in time behind them.

As soon as the Midyear Festival passed, large and small Jianghu sects sent disciples and even elders to the front line.

Although they are very strong alone, they have not gone through and have not had time to train, so they cannot be used as the main force, so they can only be divided into regions, scattered in the army, and adapt to changes.

In this way, the enemy suffered a lot, and the two teams of soldiers rushed to kill, and suddenly a master of the rivers and lakes burst out, and the shadow in his heart can be imagined.

Later, when he left the dynasty to learn to be smart, as long as he found this kind of person, he would attack him in groups.

Not everyone in the world can be like Gu Juchen with 3,600 people with one sword, and he can move one person at a time, which is already fast.

Until now, the masters of the Lizhao Dynasty have also begun to increase on the battlefield, and the goal of the imperial court to recapture the Mangdang Pass is becoming more and more distant.

At this time, the Jianghu sect realized that this war was no longer a matter of earning military merits to curry favor with the imperial court, or training young juniors, and the two countries had completely fought their fire.

There is still half a month to go until summer, and the battlefield has long smelled foul, not only here, but also north of the Mangdang Pass, the eight cities deliberately thrown by the emperor are also stenching.

When the city was slaughtered, the general ordered that only men be killed, leaving the elderly, children and women.

But the food has been collected, and everything that can be taken has been taken, so how can they live if they are left behind?

The survivors will starve before they can't even run for their lives, not to mention that the north of the Mangdang Pass is the land of the Dynasty, where can they flee to.

The lives of nearly 900,000 people in these eight cities were given away by the emperor in this way.

On this day, a sloppy man walked into the gate of the city closest to the Mangdang Pass.

The man's body was in tatters, his hair was scattered, and he was wounded everywhere, and if it weren't for the fact that the men had been killed, it would not be an exaggeration to say that he was a local.

He wanted to go into the city to find something to eat, but when he saw the scene in front of him, he smiled helplessly.

There were only a few old men in ragged clothes and glazed eyes on the side of the street, and occasionally they met one or two children, but they were all lying in the corners, emaciated.

Even if you see the same embarrassed man, you will still tremble because of the original butcher knife.

After walking street after street to the center of the city, the man was a little exhausted, and sat down on the ground panting.

The people around them did not look at each other because of the sudden appearance of a man, they just looked at the sky in despair, or they faced the ground in a daze, as if petrified.

The man gasped for breath, and the wound on his arm began to suppurate, but the guilt in his heart made him even more painful.

And so it went on until noon, when the people in the center of the city began to gather more and more, and at first the man thought that he was coming at him.

Until a dusty monk appeared, the people rushed over, and lined up with hunger.

The monk had a package on his body, filled with the simplest of brown cakes, but at this time, it was a life-saving medicine for the people.

While chanting Buddhist scriptures, the monk finished distributing the brown cakes, and the people scattered back to their nests.

The man didn't move, just lowered his head and smiled, laughing a little chilly himself, but he still didn't stop.

A pair of bloodied feet without shoes and socks stopped in front of the man, and the monk recited the Buddha's name and placed a bowl of water and half a piece of brown cake on the ground.

"Tang Liu, I remember you. The monk whispered.

"I remember you too, Monk Lotus Pond. Tang Liu replied with laughter.

"You can go back to Duanchao directly from Hannan Road, why do you come here?"

"Come and see your false mercy. ”

Lianchi sat on the ground with a smile: "Then what is true compassion?"

Tang Liu's laughter stopped abruptly, his messy hair blocking his vision, but he still stared at the lotus pond: "Can your Buddha see this?"

"Everything has a certainty......"

Tang Liu snorted, picked up the water and brown cakes and walked towards the city gate, and when he passed by a child, he put the only food on the ground.

All this fell into Lianchi's eyes, his face was not sad or happy, he just nodded slightly, and also walked towards the city gate.

Now the people in the city have no food and clothing, he has to walk on the road every day, with the face of the monks of Mingtuo Temple, from the Mangdang Mountain camp to some food, and then disperse to these people.

Eight cities, stretching for a hundred miles, even with his strength, his feet were worn out and exhausted.

When the two of them walked to the city gate one after the other, Tang Liu understood why the children here were afraid of men.

It is some distance from Mangdang Mountain, but it is not far from the camp, which shows how many people and horses have gathered in the court.

Some idle soldiers like to come over to play the autumn breeze, which can be regarded as adding some fun to boring days.

Five fast horses, five pawns, but in front of the unarmed people in the city, they are evil spirits who ask for their lives.

The glazed-eyed woman was taken aside, the child cried weakly, and when she saw Tang Liu, she subconsciously called for help, save his mother.

Tang Liu, a man with a strong south-facing face, became the only straw for this child at this time.

Tang Liu stopped in place, his chest rose and fell violently, and the child's cries followed one after another.

"Please, save my mother, please, I'll kowtow to you. ”

Bang bang bang......

A sound knocked his head on Tang Liu's heart, and finally, Tang Liu took a deep breath, clenched his fists, and walked away without turning his head back, his legs trembling a little.

"Please......"

"Little bless, don't bother!"

A soldier who left the court was upset, he had just violated military discipline, he was in a bad mood, and he planned to come over and have fun, but the child's shouting was true, which made him even more upset.

The cold knife came out of its sheath and slashed at the child's neck.

"I* your grandma!"

Tang Liumeng stopped, his arm was no longer able to pick up the stone on the side of the street, so he could only turn around and hit the body of the soldier who left the court, and the two of them rolled to the ground at the same time.

The soldier who had just unbuttoned his shirt on the side reacted, and the head of another man was clearly meritorious.

Tang Liu dodged a knife, but his left arm was still cut off to the ground, and blood flowed out without money.

"The turtle son who left the dynasty! Come on, come and kill your grandfather and me! I'm your grandmother!"

Tang Liu looked like a mad dog, his eyes were red, and regardless of the injury on his left shoulder, he bit the other party's hand.

"Amitabha Buddha ......"

The lotus pond mouth proclaimed the Buddha's name, leaving a string of bloody footprints where it passed, and the dust around him began to tremble lightly.

Invisible fluctuations scattered out in all directions, and the five soldiers who left the dynasty were killed in an instant, their qi was cut off, and the Buddha also had angry eyes.

The corpse fell to the ground, Tang Liu's mouth was bleeding from the corner of his mouth, he straightened up slowly, and covered the child's eyes, the woman with a dull gaze had already bitten her tongue and committed suicide.

Lian Chi's fingers flicked, stopping the blood from Tang Liu's severed arm, and stood aside silently.

"I thought you were going to act as if you didn't see anything, this is your Buddhist's angry vajra, and you did the same to your own people?"

Lianchi clasped his hands together, closed his eyes and whispered: "That's why I can't figure it out, and then come to Duanchao to find a Zen machine." ”

"Kill to stop killing, the smell of blood on your body is very strong, I suggest you drink a bowl of haggis soup......"

Tang Liu laughed again, the maniacal laughter spread far away, and then gradually turned into sobbing.

A sign entangled in a thin iron chain fell to the ground, it was the military badge of the nameless horseman, and if he died, the corresponding pattern engraved was the shirt badge.

The old man hiding on the side of the street took the child from Tang Liu's hand, thanked the two of them again and again, and when he looked down, he saw the iron plate on the ground, and knelt down directly without warning.

"Nameless Ride...... It's a nameless ride...... Is it someone from the court who is coming, and the court is calling again?"

There was something called hope in the old man's eyes, and his dry palm shook Tang Liu's trembling legs.

"The undefeated army is coming, we are saved, we are saved......"

Tears rolled across Tang Liu's dusty face, and he knelt down like a child just now, kowtowing fiercely to the old man.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, we're ...... Defeated......"

"Impossible...... You are nameless riders, why can't you fight back, nameless riders should be beaten back......"

"I'm sorry...... Sorry ......"