Killing and survival, the hungry Yelang and the desperate human are strangled together. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The destruction of the West Gate also had the advantage of meaning that people would no longer have to worry about the other Yelang wandering along the walls, because as beasts, they would not be stupid enough to have a gate and not leave.

Following the smell of fresh blood, the Yerou, who had been stimulated by their infinite appetite, rushed to the West Gate like crazy.

"Woo-woo-" The whispering sounds in Yelang's throat mingled into the most terrifying and deadly roar of the night.

Relying on the original tall and strong Daylang as the vanguard, the Yelang easily tore through the first line of defense organized by the human race, and under the high-speed charge, some Yelang even sprinted all the way from the west gate to the middle of Fengxiang City.

Those who hid in the houses were able to hide for a while, and the homeless beggars and paupers became the first victims, although many of them were gangsters and hooligans, and more or less had some weapons and means to protect their lives, but after all, they were no match for the painless Yoro.

The gangsters who had been cornered and had already been frightened of their courage threw the only but useless lime at Yoro, who was approaching step by step, completely lost his fighting spirit, and knelt on the ground and wailed and cried, but Yerou did not pity the stories in his mouth, they would only walk in step by step and bite him with their teeth......

For a while, in addition to the sporadic sound of fighting in Fengxiang City, there were more wails of people crying and begging for mercy, from the lowest slums to the noble and gorgeous mansions of scholars, no one was spared, and no one could escape.

In the face of teeth and hunger, whether poor or rich, good or bad, all of them ushered in the fairest cruelty and tragic end.

Several tongues of fire rose from the palatial mansion, that was the last glorious time before accepting death by the bandits who robbed by fire, with more and more Yelang pouring in at the west gate, the soldiers defending the city fought but also died later, the opening opened bigger and bigger, and the fall of Fengxiang has become an irreversible fact.

For a while, the red light was in the sky, the streets were full of eaten corpses, the fleeing civilians and the army of Yelang who were grabbing and devouring people everywhere, the city that was still singing and laughing last night was drowned in chaos and death in an instant, crying and life and death have become the main theme fluttering in the sky above Fengxiang, in this catastrophe, people are inevitably involved in the entanglement of living hell.

"You guys come with me!" The city lord Zhong Shu led the soldiers of the guards, making a final effort in the blazing streets, he kicked open a burning wooden door, and rescued dozens of old and young women and children inside, and it was too late to settle these old and weak, Zhong Shu turned over his horse several times and continued to rush deeper into the fire.

Zhong Shu knew in his heart that there was no point in fighting those undead at this time, and as the city lord of Fengxiang City, the only thing he could do was to save his men and his people as much as possible.

"Suffer death! You dog officer!! "Where the fire spread, a young man in armor was surrounded by several civilians who had lost their minds and were bent on finding fault, and they were talking angrily about the various experiences of being oppressed by the government in the past, but they didn't want to think that those oppressions were related to the teenager in front of them.

"......" The young man was armed with a fine Qingfeng sword, and with one sword, he killed an enemy who dared to step forward and provoke, causing everyone to take a step back.

This was obviously an excellent opportunity to break through, but the young man did not grasp this opportunity, but instead pulled out the matching sword in his hand, took two steps back, and once again confronted the enemy in front of him.

"Together, he's definitely not an opponent! Rush!! The mob, who had lost one of his accomplices, saw that the boy had no intention of taking the initiative, so they all screamed and roared, and raised their crude weapons in their hands to kill the boy

Seeing such a scene, Zhong Shu naturally could not stand idly by, and immediately hurried to the side to support, and when he got closer, Zhong Shu realized that there were two seriously injured Uighurs behind the young man, and it was precisely to protect them that the young man chose to protect his companions every step of the way.

"Stop! Hugh hurt my Tang warrior! "Zhong Shu here has already slapped his horse on the horse, relying on the height and strength of the horse in the Western Regions under him, he knocked one person to death in an instant, and then the Fang Tian Painting in his hand poked down again and again, and the move could stab the enemy's chest and take the lives of those mobs.

In less than a few breaths, Zhong Shu slaughtered the mob that took advantage of the chaos to save the lives of the boy and his companions.

"You're under that tent? Your troops...... It's you? Seeing that the young man was wearing the armor of the Tang Army, Zhong Shuji's first reaction was naturally to recognize him as a garrison in his Fengxiang City, but then looking at the different colors of the armor he was wearing, compared to the Northwest Army, Zhong Shu was stunned, and looked up at the young man's face to realize that this person was none other than Li Yin, who had fought before.

"What's the matter, do you regret saving me just now?" Li Yin's attitude towards Zhong Shu was still a little cold, and he didn't bother to talk to him, so he immediately withdrew his weapon and checked the injuries of the two Huyan brothers after getting up.

"They were bitten by those Yelang, and they can't be saved......" Sitting on a tall horse and looking down, Nakashu saw that the two Uighurs had many teeth marks of different shades on their bodies, and the most seriously injured one had a large hole in his abdomen, and he had already fainted on the ground due to excessive blood loss.

"Huyanlong! Wake up! Don't sleep! Li Yin was cleaning and bandaging his wounds, and when he saw Hu Yanlong as if he was going to pass out uncontrollably, he immediately shouted at him in shock.

A piece of burning wood collapsed from the building that had turned into a blaze and struck a corpse lying on the ground, sending sparks out of the ground.

Huyanhu held his brother's hand tightly, whispering words that only Uighurs could understand, and his face was filled with peace and tranquility, and this peace seemed to be transmitted to Huyanlong with his hands.

Hu Yanlong, who was originally tormented by pain and couldn't live in peace, his closed eyes relaxed slightly, and even his originally miserable face became much more rosy, of course, this did not mean that he was cured......

"Kill him! If he dies in a while, he will become Yelang and continue to harm people! Zhong Shuji, who had experienced too much life and death, naturally understood that it was Huyanlong's return to light, and he instantly raised his hand to draw the sword and was about to pierce Huyanlong's chest.

When-With the sword unsheathed, it provoked the painting with its swift thunder.

"Let him leave well...... Don't bother him, he won't become a Yelang, only those who have grievances will change, we Uighurs won't......" Huyanhu said quietly, looking at Huyanlong in his arms and swallowing his last breath.