The sky was extremely dark, and there was not a glimmer of gratifying light to be seen.

The biting cold wind of early spring carried the drizzle down, wetting the land and muddying the walking path.

Ragged people crowd a path to hope, their eyes glazed and dejected, like a walking corpse.

The young child leaned close to his mother, his innocent eyes full of fear, and the hunger and long running made them skinny.

There is no trace of innocence that should have been found in him, and there is only a desire to survive in his eyes.

Spring is the season of revival and hope.

But for those displaced refugees, the year was spent in panic and torment, and hope was a luxury that could not be seen at a glance.

Because of the infestation of the demons, most of the civilians living in remote rural villages began to flee their homes in search of new shelter.

Hunger makes them emaciated and they go crazy, and when they arrive in a city, refugees will flood in, causing riots with a certain devastating effect.

Some of the smaller cities also suffered as a result, and the nobles and merchants suffered from their interests, and they formed guards to suppress and drive out the exiles.

The big city is a paradise for the aristocratic upper class, and maintaining the stability of the city is the main thing, before the situation has happened to the point of no return, the major cities have set up checkpoints, imposed curfews, and there are a large number of guards on duty at the city gates.

Walking among the homeless people, the despair exuded from them shocked Han Qingluo, and over the years, she had also lived a life without a fixed place, wandering wherever she wanted.

During this period of time, whenever she encounters injustice, she will do her best to help, but in this cannibalistic society, how much can she do as a person with no status and no status?

When she saw all the dangers of the world and tasted all the hardships of life, and couldn't find a job, she might be hungry for a day and a night, and she was so hungry that she grabbed food with wild dogs.

She was also wanted and hunted down by local bullies because of her unevenness, and the large and small injuries on her body have worn away the only feminine softness on her body.

Now witnessing the occurrence of this tragedy, I also feel powerless, those evil creatures, she can't solve it alone.

"Look! We're here! ”

Cries of joy began to erupt from the crowd of refugees.

With this shout, many refugees rushed forward like swarmed swarms of bees, and they scrambled to use all the strength they had left.

Han Qingluo walked in the middle of it, deeply felt their strong desire-longing, from time to time there were refugees behind her who overtook her, they collided and got up again, even if they knocked people down, they didn't care, morality and etiquette were not worth mentioning in the face of survival.

Suddenly, the crowd in front of them panicked back to their original paths, as if something terrible was happening ahead, and they panicked and scattered in all directions.

What happened?

Han Qingluo squeezed forward in confusion, others ran back, but she walked forward.

A kind woman grabbed her: "Don't go any further, kill someone!" With that, he staggered back and ran.

Screams and shouts were intertwined, and the scene was chaotic.

Soon, Han Qingluo saw a group of heavily armed soldiers driving away the refugees, their sharp blades waving towards the unarmed refugees.

A woman with a young child in her arms was separated from her husband and fell to the ground, crying loudly, when a soldier armed with a large knife came up to her with a fierce look and was about to raise his knife to slash.

A fist-sized rock sped towards his temple, the force of which dizzled his head in his helmet, and he quickly recovered, glaring around with a pair of evil eyes.

I happened to see a young man with dark skin and short blond hair glaring at him, and he rushed directly at the young man with a knife.

The soldiers were menacing, and Han Qingluo also pulled out the knife wrapped in cloth, she didn't want to hurt anyone's life, as long as she was quickly subdued.

How could a reckless man who could only brute force be the opponent of Han Qingluo, who had been fighting for several years before life and death, her body was nimble enough to dodge the soldier's attack, and slashed at the soldier's neck with a heavy scabbard.

The sudden and powerful blow made the soldier powerless, and the short-term vertigo directly caused him to fall to the ground.

His companions soon noticed the oddity and rushed over.

Han Qingluo picked up the knife dropped by the soldier, picked up the soldier in front of him, put the knife between his neck, and yelled: "Don't move, otherwise his neck will bloom!" ”

Hearing this, the rest of the soldiers didn't dare to take another step forward: "Don't get excited, you have something to say!" ”

Seeing the appearance of this group of dogs bullying the weak and fearing the hard, Han Qingluo felt disgusted, and spat to the side in disgust: "Why do you want to attack the defenseless refugees? Is there no royal law in this city? You can kill innocents indiscriminately! ”

Several soldiers looked at each other, without any idea, and one soldier took advantage of the chaos to sneak up on the captain to inform the captain.

Just as the two sides were at a stalemate, a burly man in armor stepped out from the group of soldiers, and he looked the blonde boy in front of him up and down.

With a calm face, he said, "I don't think you look like a refugee, why do you want to help them?" Do you know what the crime of manslaughter is for the royal family? ”

"Why massacre refugees who have no ability to fight back? They are all innocent victims! ”

Han Qingluo tightly clamped the hostage in front of him, and the blade in his hand was closer to the soldier's neck.

Recovering from vertigo, the soldier found himself hostage and cried out in fright: "Help! Help me! ”

"Shut up!" Han Qingluo directly pressed the blade against his neck and scolded in a gloomy voice.

The soldier immediately shut his mouth in acknowledgment, his legs trembling. Supplicating eyes were fixed on their captain, hoping that he would save him with great strength.

"I'm sorry, our city is not a refugee camp, we don't accept any refugees into the city, we are also soldiers who obey orders, and we are tasked with unconditionally driving out refugees to avoid potential riots!"

The burly man was unmoved when he heard Han Qingluo's accusation, he knew that mercy was not necessary at this time.

If the refugees were released into the city, not only would the residents of the city protest, but the refugees themselves would be a dangerous bomb.

There were no spare resources in the city for the refugees, and it would be useless to let them in.

"Why slaughter them?"

Han Qingluo thinks that his words are just avoiding the important and trivial, and if he doesn't face up to their mistakes at all, can he use the word order to prevaricate the past by killing innocents indiscriminately?

Anyway, in this troubled world, she has already seen through the suffering of the world, why not fight with these hypocritical powers before she dies.

The burly man was stunned for a moment, looking at the young man's stubborn expression of refusing to admit defeat, and a wave of admiration arose in his heart: "This young man, I understand your feelings, I apologize to you for the uncomfortable behavior of my subordinates, but if you rashly kidnap our people, then you can't just leave so easily!" ”

With that, the man made a gesture, and a group of soldiers surrounded Han Qingluo and them.

"Don't come here, aren't you afraid of him dying?"

Han Qingluo pulled the hostages back, clenched the knife in his hand, and looked vigilantly at the surrounding soldiers.

However, she soon realized that the hostage in her hand was also a dispensable pawn, and found an opportunity to kick the hostage in front of her and run backwards.

"Catch him!"

The man commanded sharply.

Next, most of the soldiers stationed at the city gate went to hunt down Han Qingluo.

They had horsepower to support, no matter how fast Han Qingluo was, no matter how fast he didn't run as fast as a horse, he was soon surrounded.

In the face of the menacing soldiers, she was not afraid, and directly took out the knife wrapped in cloth, preparing for a hard battle.

A soldier yelled and rode towards her, Han Qingluo slashed the knife wrapped in a cloth scabbard in his hand into the horse's leg, the horse tripped and fell to the ground in pain, and the soldier fell on his back alone.

Immediately afterwards, the two soldiers swooped towards her, intending to wrap her up, but the soldiers in front of her ate her with a solid back, and the one behind her was directly kicked to the chin by Han Qingluo, and she staggered backwards.

The man watched the wonderful fight from a distance, thinking that this seemingly thin young man was not bad, and he could deal with this group of fierce and vicious rough men alone.

Seeing that they couldn't deal with this young man alone, this group of soldiers rushed up directly, intending to suppress more and less, and it was also an extremely humiliating thing to be beaten by a young man who looked weak.

Two fists are hard to beat with four hands, and Han Qingluo can't take care of the front and back.

A stinging pain suddenly felt in her right shoulder, Han Qingluo hurriedly looked, a soldier who attacked her slashed her shoulder, she covered the wound, raised her arm and knocked over the sneak attacker with the back of the knife.

Taking advantage of this gap to escape from the encirclement, she exerted all her strength and strode forward, and the soldiers behind her followed closely.

Blood poured from the wound on her shoulder, quickly soaking her sleeve, sliding down her arm to her fingertips and then dripping onto the grass, forming a shocking trail of blood.

A rushing sound of horses' hooves sounded behind her, Han Qingluo looked back in panic, and in an instant, the horse had already come to her.

The panic made her brain blank, and she wanted to stop, but the huge inertia made her tumble directly to the ground.

A heavy big knife with a sheath plunged straight into the dirt, preventing Han Qingluo from continuing to roll, and all the dirt raised by the horse's hooves was scattered on her body.

The shoulder injury was hit violently in the roll, and Han Qingluo lay on her side on the ground, moaning in pain, she endured it, clenching her teeth to make herself look less embarrassed.

But she was now covered in blood, her messy blonde hair mixed with unintentional blood sticking to her face, and her body was sticky and greasy mud mixed with weeds after the rain, and the only appearance she still had to see was also messed up, and she was extremely embarrassed.

The man on horseback jumped down, pulled out the knife stuck in the dirt, and walked up to Han Qingluo.

Han Qingluo was lying on the ground, her blue eyes staring at the boots that were close to her, she stretched out her hand, but was trampled on by one foot.

"Stop struggling."

The man's voice came from above his head, and Han Qingluo raised his eyelids to look at him, gasping heavily.

The man did not step on her left hand, and quickly removed his own foot, kicking away the knife that was still clutched in her right hand.