"Is that a march?" Ye Shenyu whispered a sentence and turned around to pull the horse. Beside her sat a weeping woman, probably in her thirties, with a child of three or four years old in her arms. Ye Shenyu took advantage of the break in her crying and asked, "Why is the city gate closed?" ”

The woman wiped a handful of tears: "The county guard of Yuyang, who killed a thousand knives, didn't let us in, saying that the city couldn't let it go." We fled here, isn't that our lives! ”

The ...... who fled Ye Shenyu looked around for a week and found that this group of people had extra bags on their backs, dragging their families with their mouths, and leading cattle and donkeys, as if they had come from a distance.

"Are you fleeing famine, or are you ......" Ye Shenyu stopped, thought about the march that was about to come over, and then asked: "Do you know who that marching team is, the government army?" ”

"What march?" The woman looked in the direction of her finger, squinted for a moment, and was so shocked that she got up from the ground and threw herself at the gate.

"The Xingjia Army is here!"

When she shouted, everyone was like a fried pot, and the crying was even louder. Some people crowded in the direction of the city gates, and some grabbed their bags and ran in other directions. The woman cried and slammed the gate twice, then gritted her teeth and picked up the child next to her, and staggered to follow the crowd in other directions.

There are still those who do not give up, crying out or scolding at the gates. The defenders on the wall turned a deaf ear and had no intention of opening the door.

The army in the distance is getting closer and closer, and without Ye Shenyu's eyesight, he can clearly see the word "Xing" embroidered on the military flag. Under the military flag, the cold light is cold, and the killing intent is full.

The crowd at the gate finally gave up calling for the city gate to be opened, and the men took their bags and the women picked up their children and fled to the east. A few old men couldn't run anymore, and walked forward little by little with sticks.

In the carriage, the boy poked his head out, his face frightened; "Sister, what's going on?"

Ye Shenyu just wanted to speak, but suddenly turned around and grabbed a child who hit her. This child is also an eleven or twelve-year-old boy, and after being grabbed by Ye Shenyu's shoulder, he raised his head and glared at Ye Shenyu viciously, making the strength to eat milk struggle.

Ye Shenyu had no intention of leaving him, so he let go of his hand and let people go. The boy ducked his head down and ran east with the crowd without looking back.

Ye Shenyu's face was calm, he turned over and got into the carriage, pressed the boy back into the carriage, and raised the whip in his hand. "Smack!" The two horses were in pain and rushed towards the city gate.

Between the carriage and the city gate, there were still a few people standing sporadically.

Ye Shenyu's speed did not decrease, and he snorted: "Get out of the way!" ”

The frightened people scattered and fled, and with a flick of Ye Shenyu's wrist, he rolled up a person who didn't have time to escape with a whip and sent it to the side.

The carriage galloped straight to the city gates. Seeing that he was about to hit the city gate, the boy who poked his head out could see the rust of the nails on the city gate clearly, and couldn't help but exclaim.

Ye Shenyu threw the whip aside, pulled out the long knife from his waist, the blade was horizontal in front of him, and the whole person jumped into the air. The snowy blade of frost landed on the city gate before the galloping horse.

The red-painted iron sheet was split in two under the blade, and the gate, which was three feet high, made of pine and iron leaves, did not have time to resist for a breath, and was cut into four neat pieces by the long knife, and after shaking twice, it fell.

The thud of the collapse of the gates startled the horses driving, and the two horses raised their hooves high and let out a long roar. Ye Shenyu fell back on the carriage, the long knife was sheathed, and the man jumped directly onto one of the horses, leaned over and grabbed the mane, his legs tightly clamped the horse's belly, and forced the frightened horse down.

When the fleeing people heard the voice, they turned around and saw only the fallen city gate, and the cold girl sitting on a horse with a blank face. The carriage ran so fast that in an instant there was only a shadow of its back.

The crowd was stunned for a moment, then they all turned around and rushed into the city.

The crowd had just poured in halfway when the defenders above the city walls finally reacted and began to come down to drive them away. The refugees and the defenders crowded together, and the cries, shouts, and clashing weapons were indistinguishable for a moment.

At this time, the Xingjia army holding the military flag had reached the city gate, and a sharp whistle pierced the air, and the army rode their horses and leaned over, raised their weapons, and rushed forward. After rushing into the midst of the refugees, the weapons in their hands fell high.

The refugees who were fighting with the defenders and wanted to enter the city were cut to the ground before they could dodge, and the Xingjia army on horseback skillfully picked up the bags that had fallen on the ground after cutting people.

In a few breaths, most of the refugees who were blocked outside the city had been cut in half. The remaining refugees scattered out of the city, either chopped to the ground or trampled by the hooves of their horses.

Ye Shenyu drove the carriage into the city, waited for the horses to calm down, and looked back. The area around the gate was so chaotic that it was impossible to tell who was the defender, who was the refugee, and who was the Xingjia army.

As she watched, the boy in the carriage crawled out on his hands and feet, holding on to her sleeve.

Ye Shenyu looked down at him, the boy bit his lower lip, and his eyes were scared and panicked.

“……”

At this time, several screams came from the city gate one after another.

Ye Shenyu frowned slightly, she wanted to find some food in the county and find someone to be a groom. In this situation, I'm afraid it won't work.

She glanced at the houses on the side of the road, and by the height of the carriage, carried the boy to the roof. After jumping onto the roof, she didn't pause much, and jumped to the top of the city wall in a few light jumps.

The defenders on the city wall had already gone down at this time, and Ye Shenyu put the boy down and looked down condescendingly. I only saw the so-called Xingjia army chasing the refugees and chopping them, and robbing them when they saw bags or valuables.

Some women wore silver hairpins on their heads, and when they could not take them off, they cut off their hair and even their heads.

The boy was lying on the wall, and when he happened to see this scene, he immediately retched at the wall, and his two wide eyes were full of tears, and he kept rolling down.

He couldn't say whether it was fear or any other emotion, he just felt cold all over his body, even his chest was cold, and then there was a strong feeling of nausea, and he wanted to vomit out the water he drank the day before yesterday.

Ye Shenyu didn't look at him, still looking at the chaotic army below.

With just one charge, the refugees all fell under the horses' hooves. The leader of this army, or rather the bandits, seems to have seen where the refugees were going. A small group was split up and chased east.

A woman with a child in her arms had already run out of the chaos, desperately running into the mountains and forests outside the city. A man wearing a yellow turban broke away from the group and quickly chased after him, raising his knife and slashing the woman's back.

The woman threw herself on the ground, still breathing, and pushed the child in her arms outward with the last of her strength.

The man who caught up with him smiled and reached out to catch the child. The weeping child was lifted high and the tip of the knife was pointed at his stomach.