Winter is coming

The first snow of the year was heavier than usual, and the snow was knee-high after the night. [Full text reading]

In the western part of the eastern border, the twin cities have been covered with white frost on the mottled walls, and there is a vast white snow everywhere in the eyes, and the surrounding fields have become white.

Refugees fleeing from the famine have long since crowded the entire city, and the population that can accommodate the city has expanded and reached a critical point, and the chaos is more lively than anything else.

There are still people squeezing into this black iron city.

The city defense also sent a sufficient number of soldiers to guard the four gates to prevent the people from making trouble.

In order to survive, more people who fled the famine built slums under the walls of the Twin Cities. Faced with the current predicament, the people fleeing the famine have only one idea: how to live.

Every day he went into the city during the day to beg for some food, a few pieces of silver, and only returned here in the evening to live in the sun.

The slum stenched and tattered tents staggered from side to side, leaving only a path in the middle that the two of them had to cross sideways, and the snow on the ground had been trampled into dirty ice slag mixed with the black soil.

A few ragged little kids, chasing each other and playing snowballs between tents, is perhaps the most vibrant place in the slums.

Because most of the people are curled up in the dilapidated tents that can protect them from the wind and cold, looking at the empty rice bags, trying to find a way to get something to eat there to fill their stomachs.

It was approaching evening

An unkempt, drunken man staggered through the narrow aisle with a broken flask in his hand.

Everyone who knows him knows that this drunkard is going to buy alcohol again.

On the side near the city gate, every evening the people of the city came with carts to sell a few barrels of water and wine, and some cakes made of coarse grains.

The family was also clever enough to come to the trade in the evening, when the refugees had just come back from a day of begging and had just had some harvest.

The money and silver that I got back after a hard day's work bought half a baked cake for the old and young in the family, and it fell into the peddler's pocket.

His family's business is booming.

It's just that the water wine that is sold, there is more water than wine, and the drink is bitter and sour in the mouth, and the taste of the wine is not very light.

However, for these people in the slums, it is also a luxury to be able to afford to drink such a bowl of water and wine for two pennies.

No one knew where the drunkard was from, and the people in the slums only knew that he went every day to get a jug of water and wine, and then went back to his hut and slept for a day.

Sometimes I go out to find something to eat.

This drunkard is Yang Hu.

Murong Yu took the lead and suddenly made a difficulty, which should have been later in Yang Hu's opinion, but as a result, there was a huge error in the evaluation of loyalty data in the city system of the pit father, and Yang Hu suddenly sent this big gift.

Afterwards, the city system justified that it was caused by not upgrading for too long.

This made Yang Hu laugh, he still relied too much on this guy.

Since others are ruthless, let's go

He, Yang Hu, doesn't rely on these things to eat and drink.

After leaving Lincheng, he pretended to be drunk and smoked all the way east to prepare to leave the southwest district, since there was nothing to worry about here, he simply went to other places to see.

It's just that Yang Hu really underestimated Murong Yu's determination.

That chick actually united with the Huyan Yuan Mountain of Decepticon City in a very short period of time, and sent the Qingjia Guards to follow and chase all the way, until they were caught up by the Qingjia Guards of the Deception City by the Dragon's Blood River, Yang Hu fought hard to kill two Qingjia Guards with a combat strength of up to 650, and fell into the river with a knife pretending to be seriously injured, pretending to be dead and running away.

After that, along the river flowing all the way to the east, when winter came, I entered the Eastern Regions and came to the slums of the Twin Cities to accommodate myself.

The two extra knife marks on his face covered the majesty of Yang Hu's face, but there were a few more hideous traces, and the change in appearance also made him less troublesome to hide his original face.

Natural makeup is still somewhat useful.

The evening sky had become dark, and the last few rays of light fell on the snow, revealing a few dazzling halos.

Yang Hu raised his eyes and looked into the distance, looking at the first snow after he fell here, and sighed sadly: "This is really a tragedy"

The vendor's stall was crowded with children, all of whom looked at the steaming and fragrant cakes in the hawker's cart.

A few scrawny men next to him had green lights in their eyes, staring at the barrels beside the vendors and swallowing their saliva.

Yang Hu squeezed forward, pushed away a few idlers, threw a few pennies at the vendor, scooped up a bowl of water and wine from the barrel and poured it down his throat, exhaled a long breath, and burped.

Let the idle man next to him look greedy and envious.

Not far away, there was a sudden sound of horses' hooves at the city gate, and as the sound of horses' hooves approached, a group of fierce and exposed war bear guards rushed out of the city, and the frightened people who were crowded outside the gate fled in all directions.

When the first leader of the team, Zhan Xiong Wei rode his horse past Yang Hu's side, let out a soft sound, and in an instant, he had already rushed out more than ten meters, and with a low reprimand, he led the team of dozens of people away.

Yang Hu was drinking there and didn't care.

I drank two bowls, made a pot, grabbed two cakes and nibbled to the nest where I was staying.

Heavy snowfall this year.

There was a pause at noon, and not long after evening, the sky was again obscured by dark clouds, accompanied by a light rain, and began to sprinkle snowflakes again.

It's close to midnight.

A carriage full of arrows quietly entered the city gate, escorted by more than a dozen wounded and tired war bear guards.

Drive towards the Castle Lord's Mansion.

In the city lord's mansion of the Twin Cities, there were many soldiers standing with swords and guns, and the swords and guns that exuded a cold glow became more and more calm in the silent night.

The carriage that belonged to the lord of the city that drove into the city stopped in the courtyard, and the thick blood slowly dripped down the wheels onto the bluestone slabs, emitting a strong fishy dark red.

Ouyang Mingyue, the city lord's wife, who was wearing a long white dress and covering her cheeks with a veil, had been standing in front of the carriage for a while, as if she had suddenly woken up from a trance, and waved her wrist to the soldier next to her and said coldly, "Open." ”

The two war bear guards who bowed their heads to protect the car were shocked, and hurriedly stepped forward to open the car door.

In the shadows of the corners of the carriage, there were several stiff corpses covered in arrows, dead that could no longer be killed.

One man and four women.

Even though she had already expected this result, Ouyang Mingyue, who was the wife of the city lord, saw the scene in front of her, and her body still trembled violently.

The old man in a black dress standing behind her had already seen the situation in the carriage clearly, and his silver-white eyebrows were slightly wrinkled.

Ouyang Mingyue's eyes flashed with pain, and she turned around and walked towards the depths of the mansion, leaving behind her a few incomparably bloody cold female voices: "Take the corpse of the city lord to the back hall." Whoever leaks this news will let him be loyal to the lord of the city. ”

Several burly war bear guards stepped out of the dark shadows, lifted the corpse on the ground, and walked quickly towards the back hall.

The back hall was illuminated by the dancing candle flames, and Ouyang Mingyue stood in front of her dead ghost husband, looking at the face that made her hate it so much.

"Who will kill you at this time. It's stupid. ”

Under the faint illumination of the candle flames, the dead city lord was lying on the cold ground, and the face of his side face was actually a little similar to Yang Hu