The confrontation between the two armies lasted for nearly half a month, and every night in the second half of the night until dawn, there was always a team of the living dead to kill, and on the eighth day, all the dead were slaughtered, and the living dead used their unique strength to leap over the city walls and slaughter the people of Jirui City.

The city of Jirui was already a sea of blood, and in the sunlight, it turned into hell.

On the street of Puyuan Street, there is a strong aroma of wine, and the aroma of wine covers up the sweet and greasy fragrance of osmanthus flowers, and Puyuan Street has become the most prosperous street in Nancheng District, which was once a relatively remote place, and has become extremely popular.

This is the method that Yansheng came up with, when he learned that many people had died in Jirui City on the eighth night, Yansheng took local materials and sprinkled the wine in the courtyard, the room, the richer the better! The smell of wine attracted the attention of his peers, and Yansheng said the intention, and everyone followed suit.

But this is also destined to be a delaying tactic, and it will not drag on for long.

On the sixteenth day, the living dead began to attack the guards on the city wall, and the hand-to-hand combat technique exerted his unique characteristics at this time, and the strength of the guards was able to skillfully avoid the powerful attacks, and the combat effectiveness suddenly increased.

It's just that the Javanese army took advantage of this gap and began to attack the city, so the city walls were soaked in blood.

The four sides of the city wall were attacked at the same time, and after the eastern city was torn open, the western city and the northern city were breached one after another, and a large number of soldiers poured in to launch an indiscriminate attack on the city of Jirui, which was a massacre, a massacre without humanity, without those so-called policies of peaceful conversation, without those good people who did not hurt the people, massacres, slaughters at all costs.

The walls of the southern city were also breached, and Hong Liang died heroically, and his death was the same as that of the opposing generals.

Hong Ming also sacrificed, and the second line of defense was finally broken under the crushing of the opponent's numbers, and the combat power ratio was one to three, which was equivalent to the strength of a guard to kill the other three people, overall, it was strong, but it was not something to be happy about.

After hearing that his two sons had died, Hong Hu angrily lifted the broadsword, rode a war horse, rushed into the battle circle, and finally died on the battlefield as well.

The brutality continues, and the soldiers of Java take pleasure in killing, not so much to rob the city as to kill, because it is not necessary to kill so many civilians in the city, but the actions of these soldiers fully explain their purpose, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a genocide.

Hong Cong appeared in the undrunk building, very embarrassed, and several guards followed him all the way to kill him! Liu Meng and his son, two sisters-in-law and four nephews were all here.

Hong Cong didn't have time to grieve. said, "Run!"

After seeing all kinds of atrocities, killing people is fun, and in such troubled times, in such a situation, those who fall will inevitably suffer atrocities.

"Where to flee now, the walls on all sides must have been guarded by the Javanese state!" Luo Congyun asked.

"I think my sister-in-law knows which direction to go, right?" Hong Cong looked at Jiang Cuihua.

Of course, Jiang Cuihua knew that after the Black Prison Incident that year, he knew which way Yansheng and them got out of the city.

It was already dusk, and Hong Cong, Liu Meng, Luo Congyun, Yansheng, Xiaomeng, Ah Yi, as well as six children, two women, and a group of fourteen people, hurried to the outskirts of Nancheng.

Yansheng knew that this was the direction of the black prison, and after a while, he met Ao Cang and others on the road, and everyone went in the same direction.

Everywhere I passed, there was a flood of mourning, a river of blood, and the smell of blood in the smoke of gunpowder overshadowed the smell of thick and greasy osmanthus flowers.

Hong Cong and the others appeared on a mountain in the suburbs, looking at the dead silence under the night and the carnival of those soldiers, he was angry, and he was even more sad when he thought that no one had collected the bones of his father and brother.

Tears rolled down his cheeks, and the pain in his heart reminded him of his incompetence, his failure to protect his family, and his feeling that he did not deserve to live in this world. He raised the sword in his hand, but it still didn't fall after all, because the living people were reminding him of how important he was at this time.

Crossing the mountains and heading north, they began to flee.

The fall of the five cities, Jirui City is destined to be like this, and the emergence of war has made people miss those powerful adventurers again, but there are no more adventurers in this world.

Yansheng They are used to this kind of shuttle between the mountains and forests, but it is difficult for those children to get used to it, in Yansheng's memory, the war should not be like this, everyone in the war is just to grab the city and occupy the land as the king, why the war here is only for killing, not conquest in that sense, this makes him very puzzled.

This incomprehension came to him a few years later.

In summer, the mountains and forests should be lush, but the withered trees and yellowing grass remind everyone that the earth has undergone a qualitative change, and it has become vast, deep, and lonely.

This is what the world looks like now, just like the cold winter after late autumn, when everyone realizes that there seems to be no spring this year, and naturally there is no summer.

In addition to the scorching sun reminding everyone that after the change of seasons, the grass and trees around him have always maintained a harsh winter scene.

This is not a good omen.

"Where are we going?" asked Liu Meng after seeing Hong Cong regain his senses.

"Bronze City!" Hong Cong said three words simply.

Ao Cang knew that in the national city, Hong Cong would definitely be able to find support, and inexplicably, he set his sights on Yansheng.

"You... Why do you look at me like that?" Yeonsheng couldn't help but ask.

"I just found that you are too calm, this kind of scene doesn't seem to be able to stimulate you!" Ao Cang was a little angry.

"What should I be, mad, angry, rushing up with my sword and killing all sides?"

"I can't say it, it's just that your calmness makes people feel a little chilled, as the people of the Bronze Country, they are all about to stand up and resist desperately, why do you always look painless, as if these people deserve to die?" Ao Cang said the words that had been held in his heart for a long time.

In the past half a year, he looked at Yansheng, and he always had an inexplicable sense of detachment, which he had said appropriately before, but he had never been so straightforward.

"I don't have a sense of belonging, and I sympathize with what happened to these people, but I'm not a soldier, I'm not a soldier, all I can do is teach my skills to these people!" Yansheng said.

"Then you don't have any feelings for those people at all, your cold-bloodedness is beyond ordinary people, there is no temperature, today's scene, your calm is chilling!" Ao Cang said, a little excited.

"Maybe!" Yansheng was noncommittal.

"Open it, open your heart!" Ao Cang said helplessly.

Yansheng wanted to laugh a little, it was the first time he had seen Ao Cang's state.

The children and the two women let out whimpering sobs as they walked, and for them, the sky had fallen in the house, which made them dazed for a while and could not find a way out, and the four children could not help but cry when they saw their mother crying.

The sound of whimpering echoed across the mountain.

"There!" dozens of soldiers dressed in Javanese armor appeared on the mountainside, and when they heard these whimperings, they hurried to catch up.

"Quick, you escort them to go first, I'll deal with these people!" Ao Cang said Hongcong. As a person brought by Hong Hu, he hopes to preserve these bloodlines for the Hong family, in this world with a very low birth rate, every child's life is hope.

"I'll accompany you!" Yansheng said with a smile. He said to Xiao Meng again: "You also go with Brother Hong Cong, we will chase after these people, pay attention to protect yourself!"

Xiao Meng nodded.

Ao Cang smiled and asked, "Could it be that you were stimulated by my words?"

Yansheng nodded. In fact, it was because under the moonlight, he saw the faces of those people for the first time, extremely ugly, like a dirty and filthy family in his previous life.

The croaking words made him feel inexplicably disgusting when he heard it, this was a certain hatred born in his blood, this hatred will not fade with the passage of time, every time he thinks of those outrageous behaviors, anger swells up inexplicably.

Ao Cang seemed to feel the change in Yansheng's blood, and in just a moment, his blood was hot, obviously, as if he was stimulated by hatred.

"Do you hate these people too?" Ao Cang asked.

"Yes, I hate it!"

"What hatred?"

"Great hatred, great hatred to the sky!" Yansheng said.

Dozens of people rushed up shouting, Yansheng carried the thunder sword, and took the initiative to greet him, he had no Xuan power, after half a year of high-intensity practice, it was still okay to deal with these people.

Ao Cang smiled and also joined the battle, and at the same time, Ah Yi also joined in.

The three of them slaughtered, and the hatred in their eyes was unconcealed.

Under the moonlight, on the top of a mountain full of dead trees, a close-range combat began, which was Yansheng's first battle as an ordinary person.

There are no gorgeous runes, no gorgeous golden light, the collision of swords, the sound of banging, Yansheng can feel the urgency of the duel from time to time, and again and again in the lightning and flint, narrowly avoiding the deadly attack.

Ao Cang is a veteran, and with Yansheng's close-quarters offensive and defensive techniques, it is relatively easy to deal with. From this point of view, it seems that it is faintly higher than Yansheng.

"Without Xuanli, I really can't fucking do anything!" Yansheng was a little angry, when he saw this damn Javanese people for the first time, he missed Xuanli very much, if he could still recover to his peak state at this time, he would definitely hold the thunder sword and kill into that country.

Ah Yi's strength is not weak, he originally had the strength of three stars, and after practicing the exercises taught by Yansheng, he also became brave, and his strength was revealed, and it was not too difficult to deal with it.

Sting!

Yeonsheng was slashed with a knife by one of the soldiers, and blood flowed from the wound!

"What a fucking tiger falls in Pingyang!" Yan Sheng followed those soldiers to say these words with a sense of arguity. Of course, it is only limited to them.

"Haha, boy, where is your ability to fight three thousand at that time!" Ao Cang laughed wildly.

"I lost it, but I'll get it back soon!" shouted Yeonseong.

"Do you want me to help you!" Ao Cang likes this kind of Yansheng, because this makes him feel that this young man can be regarded as a man.

"Take care of yourself!" Yeonsheng shouted, his shot becoming more and more aggressive.

More than forty people, Yansheng three people battled, lasted for a while, and finally killed these people, and at the same time hung a few colors on their bodies.

"I really didn't expect that without Xuanli, you would still be so strong!" Ah Yi lay on the ground and sighed.

"You kid, the blood is finally hot!" Ao Cang also sighed sincerely.

"Yes, the blood is getting hot!" Yeonsheng muttered softly as he looked at the people lying on the ground.