Under the city, the corpses are piled up like a mountain, and the blood flows like a river.

Driving the people to fill in the moat Bo City, writing it is just a few cold words. But if you are really there, you will know the tragedy of such a war!

The air was filled with the sound of bowstrings fluttering like wasp wings, and the overwhelming scattering of feathered arrows and arrows. When you enter the range of the city, you will be covered with corpses, stretching all the way to the city wall. The moats, which were neither wide nor deep, were filled with flesh, and the wounded were wailing and struggling. The dirt bag and the corpse were mixed together, covered with blood, and it was impossible to distinguish whether it was a person or a soil.

And under the city wall, the corpses are also stacked like mountains, and the soil bags and corpses are stacked layer by layer, and there are already more than one person high!

The city was crying and wailing, and in the city, how could the soldiers and soldiers who kept shooting arrows not be the same in tears?

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Several feathered arrows swept past the top of his head and ears, and the strong wind that brought it blew directly on Gao Ying's cheeks with a faint pain. There was a scream behind him, and then a body fell heavily on Gao Ying's back, and then he felt the hot liquid splashed on his back, and it was the blood gushing out of the person behind him.

Gao Ying is a native of Yifang, Lanzhou, Hedong, and his family is quite passable, and he can be ranked in the third class when he counts the people. At the age of 21 this year, he is loved and his wife is virtuous. Children are lively and cute. On weekdays. Never let his ten fingers not touch the spring water. Counting on him, who has been a little famous since he was a child, he can win all the way to Huangjia and sing a jinshi outside the Donghua Gate.

Although Gao Ying has a slight literary name in the local area, it is still not qualified to fight with the scribes of the Song Dynasty and even the road in the examination room. The year before last, he participated in the test, but the result was that he fell to Sun Shan.

However, after participating in the exam, I met a lot of friends in the literary club. It turned out that Gao Ying, who was only studying behind closed doors in the township, broadened his horizons a lot in the correspondence with these friends and friends. The wind and clouds of the Hedong Road, and even the secrets of the Bianliang Dynasty, can be heard by one ear or true.

But as a reader, he has the courage to guide the world. Xiao Yan sent troops to run Hedong, stirred up the wind and rain in Bianliang, and greatly damaged the law of the Song Dynasty for more than 100 years. In the end, two generations of kings were toyed with applause. As one of the scholars, the future scholar reserve army, how could Gao Ying not scold him?

While scolding traitors like Xiao Yan during the gathering with literary friends in the township, he was nervously preparing to see if Xinjun would open a dragon flying list when he ascended the throne. Counting on a successful journey. He was born as a scholar and has been an official in the court since then. can have a vicious fight with this Xiao Yan traitor, be the mainstay of the scholars, and restore the current disordered dynasty.

As for the border trouble in the north, isn't this Xiao Yan's traitor raising his own dignity to coerce the world? The Liao empire has collapsed, and the western thieves are dying, where will they threaten the Great Song Dynasty, which is now peaceful in the four seas?

But the destruction of miè suddenly fell from the sky.

The Jurchens broke through the border from the Lan army, and the silver art could go all the way south, like the wind galloping, and the officials and soldiers of the Great Song Dynasty along the road were scattered by the wind, and no one could delay the footsteps of the Jurchen Tartars a little. By the time Gao Ying realized that something was wrong, it was too late to escape!

In those days, Yifang County was like hell.

There were fires everywhere, pillars of smoke rising everywhere, corpses of people everywhere, and desperate cries of women who had been taken captive by the Hu people everywhere!

After more than 100 years of peace, once the world forgets the war, once the ruling system has decayed. Let the north always rise and fall, and the Hu clan who are eyeing each other will come in and destroy it, and it will only take a short time!

In East Asia, the Han civilization was too industrious and too rich to produce wealth that was coveted by all the aliens of this era. And once the elite of this era becomes corrupt and forgets to defend this civilization, then it will often usher in another painful shame in the history of this civilization!

Gao Ying's family was pressed into by a team of bullets, and they killed and plundered behind closed doors, and the pain was indescribable. In the end, it was only Gao Ying who was already like a walking corpse who was alive!

What kind of science is successful, what is the guidance of the country, what is the name of the history, what is the sage's subtle words. Under the butcher's knife of the alien race, they all disappeared. It's even a little ridiculous. All the qiē in Gao Ying's heart have been shattered. It's just a subconscious struggle to live, as for the purpose of living, what is it for? He has already become like a wandering spirit, and he doesn't even know it.

As a young man, Gao Ying was lucky enough to leave a life and was driven east by the Jurchen Tartars. For several days along the way, he struggled for his life under leather whips and butcher knives every day, and every day he ate nothing more than a few black cakes thrown into the crowd. Every time there is a fight for something that pigs didn't eat before, more than a dozen lives will be left.

All the way east, the corpses looked at each other on the way. Escort these people to the Jurchen Tartars, killing people at every turn. Every day, those who are lucky enough to be alive feel that they are struggling on the road to hell with no end in sight.

What am I still alive for? What is the meaning of my life like this? Why don't you let these Jurchen Tartars hack themselves to death with a single knife so that they can be reunited with their family?

Every day, when Gao Ying is a little sober, he asks himself this question repeatedly. But there is always something, so that this scholar scribe, who is useless except for reading exams, gritted his teeth and continued to fight for his life.

Then he and the surviving people of Yu Tu filled the sea of corpses and blood under Loufu City today!

Before Gao Ying, there were already teams of civilians who were filled into the battlefield in the ruthless slaughter and drive of the Jurchens. Crying in a rain of arrows, rows fell. He filled in the ditches with earth sacs and his own corpses, and piled up blood-colored mountains of earth under the city.

Han'er's life is as low as an ant on this battlefield dominated by the Hu people.

In the end, it was Gao Ying's team to fill in the battlefield. The Jurchen Tartars didn't even do it themselves, they followed the tail of the team with a menacing spirit, and slaughtered the people at the end of the team with their knives without saying anything. The people standing in front finally reacted, screaming and rushing to the city!

I don't know how many people cried and shouted: "We are the people of the Great Song Dynasty!" Let's just throw three bags of soil! ”

On the low city wall in the smoke and dust, there were only rounds of arrows flying out. fell on the people of the Han family, splashing countless blood flowers. When he stumbled under the city wall, all the soft corpses under his feet were under his feet. When everyone fell, their eyes were wide open, as if they were waiting for something.

All the qiē around him turned blood-red, and Gao Ying just gasped and struggled forward. The clay sac wrapped in a tattered robe weighed on his shoulders as heavy as a mountain. Every time I breathe, my lungs hurt hotly.

Countless arrows swept over and around him, but they always got out of the way of him. Gao Ying couldn't stop someone around him screaming and falling.

Why am I still alive? Why am I not dead yet? What am I waiting for? What is the subtle words in the book of saints to deal with such a hell?

Who can tear through such blood?

Someone in the back was hit by an arrow and fell heavily on Gao Ying, he fell to the ground, struggled to get up, and continued to stagger forward. Crossing the ditch with both hands and feet, I finally saw the wall of the city wrapped in smoke and blood!

On the city wall, a sergeant and a strong man poked out at the battlement, and from the crossbow and the bow in their hands, round after round of arrows rained.

But Gao Ying didn't hate them at all. Because on the faces of these people in the city, Gao Ying clearly saw that tears had already covered the faces! Everyone gritted their teeth, and everyone's hateful eyes were cast on the Jurchen military formation behind the people!

At this moment, Gao Ying only hated that from the Lan army to Yifang, there were so many military passes, so many cities, why was there no one, including himself, standing in front of the Jurchen Tartar army and fighting them to the death!

Suddenly, there was a bang, and the rain of arrows in the city suddenly stopped at this moment. The sergeants and men were all shouting at the top of their voices: "Get out of the way!" Get out of the way! ”

The people who threw themselves under the city wall were stunned at this time, standing still in a daze, still carrying soil bags on their backs. And at this time, the south gate of the building has been opened inward heavily!

A horse took the lead, wearing a straight armor, a blood-red helmet, and a hideous iron face. This armorer, the horse's hooves splashed with blood-soaked dirt, and the horse's lance pointed forward, straight in the direction of the distant silver magic can be located!

More horses' hooves thundered, and as everyone watched, more knights in armor poured out of the gates, and they were silent and silent. Everyone has a long sword in their hands, like a pioneer armor, firmly pointing forward!

In front of these armor soldiers, more people were being driven into battle by the Jurchen Tartars at the same time, and the Jurchen Tartars and Zahu arrays standing on both sides were already moving to both sides to make way for them. From here to where the silver magic can be, it is the time of emptiness.

Amid the roaring hooves of horses, a roar erupted from the city wall: "Kill the Tartars!" ”

Kill the Tartars? Kill the Tartars............ Kill the Tartars!

Gao Ying, who was in a daze, seemed to wake up from this nightmare. Watching those armor soldiers raise the speed of the horse to the highest from the beginning, they rushed forward without hesitation!

There were only two or three hundred horsemen who poured out of the city gates. And in front of them, even if the array is somewhat disassembled and chaotic, the Jurchen Tartars and Zahu military horses are not only thousands?

But the spears and horses of these armor soldiers are always pointing forward!

What is this life struggling for now? It's revenge, it's just revenge............ As long as there are people, they can lead us to revenge!

A sentence read in a book, lightning usually appears in the chest.

The Legend of the Ram. Four Years of Zhuang Gong

Can the Ninth Lady take revenge?

Although it is a hundred generations!

Gao Ying laughed miserably, dropped the soil bag, reached out and touched the ground, picked up a stone from nowhere, cried loudly, and reflexively followed the galloping armor soldiers, stumbling towards the array of tartars! (To be continued......)