Early the next morning, the sun did not appear as expected, and the overcast clouds in the sky pressed very low.

There was a sudden cry in the camp of the Southern Han Dynasty, and this was the beginning of the soldiers to choose slaves. Wolf-like soldiers rushed into the slave camp, dragged the women and half-grown children out first, and if there were not enough of them, they began to count the old men.

The grieving mother desperately shoved her child into the crowd behind her, and her bitter pleading was rewarded with punches and kicks. The desperate man wants to exchange himself for his wife, but he is greeted by a cold blade.

There were more and more heads stuck in the fences of the slave camps, and that was the fate of all those who dared to resist. At the camp gate, everyone who was dragged out was stuffed with half a loaf of bread, a meager ration on their way to death.

The frightened crowd was gathered together with whips and clubs, and each Centurion was assigned two hundred slaves. Behind each row of slaves was a row of soldiers, who controlled the order of the slaves with their swords, and those who dared to flee and disobeyed orders were only killed.

The assault began, and the weeping army slowly moved forward. No one can explain that the wolf-like soldiers are hiding behind the women and children. No one can understand that the perpetrator needs the protection of those who are hurt.

There was a dead silence in Ningwu City, and people looked at the familiar and unfamiliar faces getting closer and closer to them, and they didn't know what to do. The short silence was followed by a wolf's howl, and it was the people who recognized their relatives and villagers in the city.

Yun Meng was howling, and the sound seemed to rush out of his throat from the depths of his heart and lungs, and tears rolled down. The soldiers were whimpering, their muffled voices like ghostly weepings in hell. The generals didn't understand, the soldiers didn't understand, and the people in Ningwu City didn't understand.

How can human nature bend the darkness to such an extent? How can war be so shameless without a bottom line. Even heaven and earth could not understand what had happened to the spirit of all things that he had nourished, and that had become so cruel.

In an instant, the wind rose and the dust fell.

The members of the Brahma Guard on the mountain on the west side of the battlefield are already stupid, how can they have seen such a dark humanity. Even Impermanence, a veteran who had experienced the canned human flesh processing factory of Tejupiter, felt a fierce tightness in his heart, and the kindness in his heart was going to be ** again.

The weeping woman trembled under the sword, and the child who fell to the ground let out a terrifying scream. The white-haired old man walked numb to the end of his life. The survivors of the slave camps bowed down to their enemies, begging for their place.

Impermanence felt that his nails had been embedded in the flesh, and at this moment, Jiang Beihe's herald suddenly ran to the top of the mountain, knelt on the ground and said, "Lord Impermanence, Marquis Ningshou asks for support, I hope that the Brahma Guards can help today......"

"****...... "Impermanence went up and kicked the herald down the hill as a ball" Tell that old man, don't order me, Lao Tzu, I'm not in a good mood today......"

The herald went back with that big footprint on his chest, and when he saw Jiang Beihe, he added some oil and vinegar to the eye medicine. This can make the river flow angry.

"It's the other way around, it's really the other way around, and he doesn't want to think about it without the acquiescence of our family, can his bullshit guards be whitewashed......?

Jiang Beihe waved his hand, "Don't care, a foreigner doesn't understand the rules of the Southern Han Dynasty, you can understand, he will still make a move in the end, don't forget that his sister is still in our hands, Ningshoucheng is easy to enter but not easy to get out......"

Jiang Shuiliu also smiled, "Father is right, the fall of Ningwu City is imminent, if Impermanence doesn't earn credit now, he won't have his share in the future, and when our family takes the throne, there will naturally be time to clean him up......"

Just when the father and son were standing on the watchtower looking forward to the future, the siege of Ningwu City finally began.

The women, children and old people who were coerced by the steel knife were gradually approaching the city wall, and General Yun Meng on the city wall trembled his lips as if he was giving an order, but he couldn't open his mouth. There were three rows of archers standing densely on the city wall, and they had already been ready for battle, but no one could have imagined that Jiang Beihe would actually use this trick to drive away the people.

In more than a hundred years, when has Ningwu City had such a critical moment, the three times in a hundred years have encountered the enemy, and they have all been pulled down in a huge field battle under the city.

Yun Meng's two voices in his heart have been arguing, as the Yun clan royal family to protect the people of the empire is his duty, and as a general to guard the city is also his responsibility, but now he has to choose, the lesser of two evils.

"Archers ready...... Let go of ......" the tears of the fierce brother burst out of his eyes.

The overwhelming feathered arrows dragged the pure white tail feathers, like hail hitting the crowd like a tide, and it was a blood-red. At this time, the slaves were already in chaos, and the mother hugged the child and blocked the flying feather arrows with her body, but she forgot that there were soldiers of the Southern Han Dynasty behind her, and the steel knife pierced the slaves who did not obey the order, and even the children would not let go.

The old man who couldn't walk was beheaded by a knife, and the bloody repression forced the slaves to rush forward in a frenzy. Soon, countless ladders were erected at the head of the city, and even the city gate was topped with heavy crash cars.

"Rush forward, you untouchables......" Under the coercion of the steel knife, the slaves cried and climbed to the city wall, their eyes full of the light of survival.

"Don't kill me, fellow, save my life, I beg you......" The old man who climbed the ladder cried miserably, and the soldier at the head of the city who held the stone high did not drop the stone after three or four attempts in a row.

At the moment when the young soldier hesitated, the old man was already approaching the city, and at this moment, the figure of an old soldier suddenly flashed behind the old man, and he climbed the city bricks, and the whole figure jumped and the sword flashed, and the young soldier was cut into two pieces.

There is more than one Southern Han soldier who broke through, and almost all the ladders have the figures of these veterans of a hundred battles breaking through. At this time, the crashing car also began to exert its power, and the huge tree trunk was hung on the frame structure, carrying its own huge kinetic energy to smash the south gate of Ningshou City, shaking into dust.

"Damn, there are sandbags behind the door, and the people of Bac Ninh have blocked the door with sandbags...... "With the impact, cracks appeared in the heavy wooden door, revealing the people who were piling sandbags inside.

"Something is wrong, it's really wrong, Yun Meng has been famous for so many years, he can't only have such two hits, how can the city wall break through so easily?" Jiang Beihe, who was watching the battle from the rear, asked worriedly.

However, his son was not so pessimistic, "The kindness of the woman, the fierce brother is too compassionate and compassionate......" Before he finished speaking, suddenly the battle situation in the distance made Jiang Shui Liu stunned, and the second half of the words were forgotten. Ning Wucheng's fierce general brother actually went out of the city, and he took more than 300 daredevils wearing heavy armor and actually fell down the city wall along the long rope.

"The people of Bac Ninh, flee quickly...... Take advantage of the chaos to disperse quickly...... "Yun Meng did not take his famous two-handed heavy sword today, but danced a huge chain hammer, and the long iron chain with a barbed iron lump of thirty catties rushed into the Southern Han army formation like a whirlwind.

Behind him, more than 300 death squads were armed with tomahawks, heavy hammers and blunt weapons, and all of them were three-layer heavy armor, which was simply invulnerable. These people are all Yun Meng's most elite personal soldiers, belonging to the personal guards who grew up in a family, and their combat effectiveness is extremely fierce, and they disrupted the formation of three hundred people in just one assault.

The common people saw hope now, and they scattered and fled like flies, which is a game of gambling, and the life of the big one is short of death.

The three hundred soldiers were like three hundred tigers, and the Southern Han infantry killed was in chaos, but these soldiers were fierce enough, and even if they died, they would not run away, let alone surrender. At this moment, the earth suddenly shook, and these vibrations were a signal, and those Southern Han soldiers retreated one after another to make way for the space.

In front of the eyes of the fierce general, more than a hundred heavy cavalry were rolling up smoke and dust and rushing towards him, the horses' hooves flying and carrying large pieces of dirt and turf, and the killing gods in armor rushed towards him with an unstoppable momentum.

"Protect the general......" I don't know who shouted, more than 100 people actually crowded into front of Yun Meng and piled up a great wall of human flesh. All the soldiers leaned on their shoulders and backs, and the soldiers in the back stubbornly held the waists of the people in front of them, and the soldiers in several rows even knelt on the ground and used all their strength to jam the human wall.

"What kind of soldier is this? What kind of murderous aura, so strong aura......" Looking at the impermanence of the battlefield from afar, he couldn't sit still, he stood up excitedly, looked at those soldiers who were certain to die, and felt the momentum on them.

It was only a matter of a moment for the heavy cavalry to charge into formation, and a hundred heavy cavalry crashed straight into the formation of a hundred infantry. In an instant, the soldiers in the first three rows were all dead, and only the back four rows were still holding on, but the huge liliang also made them vomit blood.

However, the cavalry did not have a good time, and the more than ten horsemen in front were all knocked over, and even the cavalry behind them fell off their horses, and those who were lucky enough to be able to bring the horse's head to the sides also lost the speed at which the cavalry relied to survive. But by this time, Brother Meng had already climbed back to the city with his soldiers along the rope.

"Archer, release the arrows......" At the sound of the order, a white feather nailed the cavalry and the dying daredevils to the ground.

Yun Meng's counterattack disrupted Jiang Beihe's attack, especially those slaves, about 40% of them saved their lives and fled along the gaps in the battlefield, and the Southern Han soldiers who climbed to the top of the city were also cut down to the ground one by one because of the loss of reinforcements, and threw down the tower.

"Okay, good, really capable, worthy of being the fierce general brother of the Bac Ninh royal family...... Third child, immediately organize the next wave of slaves to attack the city, I don't believe that Yun Meng here still has three heads and six arms?" Jiang Beihe scolded angrily.

"Also, go and ask Impermanence again, tell him the truth, the two families are originally a loss and a glory, and he wants to stay out of the matter at a crisis......"

Impermanence didn't hear Jiang Beihe's angry scolding, he wasn't on the hill in the west at all now, he actually came to the main camp alone, and even went to see the white thin man who had just died.

The thin white man on the cross had been hanging on it for a day as if he were asleep, and at his feet was a hedged slave camp, in which nearly 200 slaves gathered together in terror, for fear that death would pick on him. Outside the fenced city, fifty or sixty more guards with knives were patrolling closely, looking at the slaves like cattle, not knowing what they were thinking.

Impermanence in the corner, looking at those cowardly people, shook his head and sighed, turned his head and left. But at this moment, suddenly an extremely faint voice came from mid-air.

"Cowards, you are all cowards...... I'd rather let others kill like chickens, but don't dare to die on the way to resist, what's the difference between your life and the fat pigs in captivity in the pig pen......"

The voice is not high, very hoarse. But the slaves were familiar with the voice, especially the sister-in-law, who was selling wine, and she looked up in horror to see "alive...... The white skinny man lived ......"

The crowd was completely fried, and they watched the white thin man who was nailed in mid-air actually move his mouth again, and one by one knelt on the ground in horror and cried bitterly.

"Rush up and kill the beasts...... The sword god is right next to us......"

Not only this sentence, but at that moment, in the dim sky, it suddenly brightened, and a sword light of the sword god revealed from above the sandstorm, stabbing from the western sky to the east at once.

This is followed by the second and third courses...... In just a moment, the sword god's light shone eighteen.

"Mortals, take up your weapons and do something to these brutes......"

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