"Why is this happening? I've been like this all these years, but what the hell is going wrong..."

Outside Kaifeng Mansion in Bianjing, the capital of the Jin Kingdom, the battlefield is full of blood, and on the endless empty plains, the wreckage of countless Jin soldiers is everywhere, blood and water are flowing, and the broken flags are planted everywhere like tombstones, this is a battlefield, this is a miserable battlefield that has been spread by the war for several months!

Mashur Aruhan muttered to himself.

He was an ordinary soldier in a group of golden soldiers in the wilderness.

In his ears, countless voices rang around him, whether they were poignant, grandiose, desperate, or ruthless.

On the city wall of Kaifeng Mansion, he watched the enemies wearing the weak and incompetent Song army clothes erect ladders, siege vehicles and other large siege equipment, and then climbed the city wall one after another, and then fought with the city guards who had been on the wall of his capital Bianjing City.

The sound of the sword cutting through the flesh, the pain and even the last cry before death, the deafening roar, the noisy and boiling shouting of killing, and the indescribable sound mixed with the indescribable sound seemed to be the only voice in the world in the ears of Mashur Aruhan.

And in front of his eyes, except for the vivid red and broken black, it seems that he can no longer see any other colors.

This is a war, a war with the goal of destroying one's own country, without any romance and arbitrariness, there is only the most naked war of iron and blood, death and destruction!!

But when did these things begin?

By the way, I remembered, it should have started after the sixth prince led my Dajin to the Xiangyang City of the Southern Song Dynasty to fight the autumn wind......"

The body of Pyrulu Aruhan was like a rusty machine, and after days and nights of continuous defense of the city, he had already exhausted his energy, and after mechanically resisting a spear rushing in front of him, he couldn't help but fall into a strange thought.

Who would have thought that it was just a routine autumn wind, and the six princes, who should have been foolproof, fell directly in Xiangyang with a full 100,000 Jin Guo Iron Horsemen.

And then...... It's like a dark demon awakened from their arrogance in the kingdom of gold.

Originally, in Aruhan's eyes, under the bewitchment of that demon, he should have been cowardly and incompetent, and even the ancestral graves were completely lost, but he didn't dare to fight with his own Dajin Iron Cavalry, and even in the national letter, the Song people, who always called the Dajin people "Guoren" and the Jin Dynasty "Guochao", have already become fundamentally different in these months!

They had already abandoned their usual weakness, cowardice, and weakness in the eyes of the people of the Jin Kingdom, and were wearing black robes of a unified system, like an immortal Shura crawling out of hell, a bloody rakshasa, and were frantically slaughtering all the alien races they met along the way!

Crossing the Huaishui, walking through Xi'an, to Zhengzhou, to Tangzhou, to Xuzhou, the entire Henan Mansion, Bianjing Road, all the way to their former country in the Song Dynasty, and now it is Bianjing Kaifeng, the capital of their own Jin Kingdom!

Almost once the territory of the Song Dynasty was shrouded in their [Black Calamity]!

Right!

They are the complete [Black Scourge]!

He heard from the mouths of the group of Jin warriors who fled all the way to the capital of Bianjing, and this group of soldiers went all the way north, and countless people from Jin families rushed to their side along the way, singing and dancing.

They all thought that this group of black-clothed people was the warriors of their own tribe, and they were the warriors who could win the battle again from the cowardly Song Dynasty!

They must have returned with the tens of millions of tributes that the cowardly Song Dynasty had handed over to them with great trepidation, loaded with all kinds of plundered harvests!

Every time the Jin Dynasty played the autumn wind towards the Song State, it can be said to be a national carnival. In the countless landscapes along the way, the tribal traders in every city were able to earn money from this group of soldiers and warriors who plundered in the Song Kingdom for months, or even a whole year!

What an exhilarating scene......

The parents of every Jinguo warrior have experienced such glory, and the next generation of braves, under the encouragement and leadership of their parents, can't help but also do not hesitate to devote themselves to such a national-level crazy plunder and bloody killing, and they are tired of it, generation after generation......

But this time, how did the kind and simple people of the Jin Kingdom who were waiting along the Jin Kingdom warriors know that this group of people wearing black armor was not the Jin Dynasty warriors they believed to be true at all, but the hideous devil who climbed out of hell, extremely evil Shura!

They are like a black plague that swallows up everything that has nothing to do with them.

Even with a few deserters who were almost crazy, he knew that this group of "demons" who had traveled all the way north from the Song Kingdom followed three rules.

Whoever rebels, kill!

Whoever is a traitor, kill!

Whoever is of no race, kill!

Along the way, the Jingguan built by the people of their Jin country was erected one by one.

Countless jackals, tigers and leopards, crows, vultures, and other kinds of animals that followed this army to eat scavenging stirred up the smoke and dust in the sky, frantically gnawing at the corpses of the golden people they had cut down, making people feel terrified when they saw it!

As a Jin man with a noble surname in the capital of Bianjing, it stands to reason that this Aruhan should have enjoyed the tributary autumn breeze of the Song people in Bianjing, sprinkled a soak of urine in front of their tomb of Emperor Taizu, who had long been emptied and exposed to the wilderness, and then fell asleep in the low chanting and singing of the cheap maids captured from the Song people, enjoying the happiness that belonged to their Jin people.

Instead of here, clenching the long knife, gritting his teeth, joining the army guarding the capital, and fighting bloodily with the enemy of the Song State that should not exist at all!!

"You guys should be damned! Damn you! Damn the Song Kingdom, damn the soldiers, damn the ...... Damn it! ”

He looked not far away, and his friend, who had been galloping with him on the same Song slave maid a few days ago, was hit by four or five wooden spears at the same time, and then smashed into a bloody hedgehog by the stray arrows, and was stimulated by the noisy atmosphere of war, and Aruhan went berserk.

There seemed to be a strong surge in his body, and he jumped forward, and with the help of the force of the jump, he tried to use the "Arhat Angry Eyes" taught by the Shaolin monk to slash the long knife in his hand towards the nearest Song soldier.

His eyes were red, he was screaming wildly, and there were faint bruises on his face, neck, hands, and exposed skin, and he had used all his strength.

"Give me death! You Song scumbag! The long knife slashed, and blood spilled into the air.

That Song Bing's stomach was cut open and a big hole was made, and his colorful intestinal organs flowed all over the ground, and he couldn't even pick them up.

But he sulked, and instead stood up and pounced on Aruhan like a mad dog, howling and grabbing him directly, the latter was still struggling in a hurry, and then a Song soldier in the distance rushed over with a shout, and cut Aruhan's head away with a single sword.

"Why?" Aruhan's head flew in the sky, and the sky swirled, and it was so strange that he could not see in all directions at all.

But Aruhan's eyes were staring at him, and even before he died, he still entangled himself to death, and Song Bing, who dragged himself into hell together, couldn't help asking.

"Hu no one, Han Daochang! You barbarian baboons, but livestock ears, An Neng and my Han people live under the same blue sky! Don't think it's great to occupy half of the Song Kingdom, I'm sorry! Hahaha, General Guo will wash your hands with the blood of you baboons, you herd of livestock wait! ”

After that, the unknown Song Bing seemed to have thought of something that made him extremely proud, and let out bursts of wanton laughter.

It's just that in the blink of an eye, he gradually lost the color of the light of life, and the next moment, he fell down with the Mishuru Aruhan, who had been locked up by him......

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