The sword and blood shadow in the city, how did you come from? I don't know if it's gratitude or anger anymore.

The rebels in the city did not know how to deal with these women and old people, who were armed with farm furniture but still helpless. Perhaps because of conscience, the rebels were all stunned. They may not have figured out that the government has such a high prestige in this city that women and the elderly can give up their lives to take the initiative to participate in the defense of the city.

Perhaps, the rebels also want such a government to rule over them, so that they know what loyalty is, what happiness is, what life is, and what life is.

Perhaps, the rebels also saw the shadows of their relatives from the people in front of them, the figures of their relatives who cherished the day and cultivated on the paddy fields, and the joy of welcoming them home when they returned home at sunset.

Perhaps, the rebels also remembered the satisfaction of the family sitting around the banquet, counting the homely dishes and tasting the farmhouse dishes.

As a result, the rebels in the city instantly lost their combat effectiveness, and they only resisted passively, resisting the beating of helpless women and old people.

But the women and the old men showed no mercy, and one by one they knocked down the rebels who did not want to harm them with hoes and shovels, or pushed down the moat. The rebels in the entire city looked like they were being captured.

This strange scene stunned me, stunned all the warriors defending the city, but frightened Cheng Yuanzhi under the city. He lingered under the city, for the rebels in the city did not listen to his commands, nor did they hear his commands.

The warriors defending the city all put down their swords and guns, unwilling to take advantage of the danger to kill the overwhelmed rebels. However, the danger of the city's defense was soon resolved. It was the women and the old people who rushed up to relieve the danger of the city's defenses.

I looked around on my knees, but there was not a single woman or old man injured. They saved the county with their weakness, but hurt the conscience of the rebels.

The rebels abruptly stopped the siege. Despite the hustle and bustle of the city, it was very peaceful for me. The breeze was blowing, and the afternoon sun was so mild, but it made my heart ache hot. I suddenly felt that it was a sin and a shameful act to be saved by women and the elderly. Can the scene just now be evaluated as a fair duel?

The city was defended, but it lost a gentle heart. I don't know if I'm qualified to blame them. As I walked around the city, I looked at the corpses of the rebels who had just died, and I felt very uncomfortable. I wish the women and the old men hadn't come to defend the city, and I wish they had died.

I was conflicted. I yelled. "Ah......" vented the frustration in his heart. Guan Yu and Zhang Fei also seemed to feel that the victory just now was too disgraceful, and the victory was very despicable.

"Go back, all of you!" I yelled. The women and the old men looked at me puzzled.

"Your Excellency!" A middle-aged woman staggered over with tears in her eyes.

She finally stopped sobbing, and said slowly viciously: "The husband of the old slave, as well as his four sons, all died on the front line of Yizhou. If it weren't for these yellow turban thieves, how could the old slave be widowed, and how could no one send him to the end! As he spoke, he had a handful of snot and tears.

"Your Excellency. The old man's bones are rotten when burned as firewood, so let the old man stay here and do something for the Son of Heaven. "It was an old man with a sixtieth birthday. I can't imagine that he would have such a loyal idea.

I really don't want to force them to go down to town. Just as he was about to speak, a new offensive of the rebels began.

I didn't have time to say anything more, so I had to let them do as they pleased. I believe that Cheng Yuanzhi must have instructed the rebels just now.

"Second brother, third brother. Try to protect them as much as possible. I yelled at Guan Yu and Zhang Fei.

They nodded helplessly.

At first, the defense of the city went well, but the rebels attacked more fiercely than before, and soon broke through the defensive line. Because they no longer show mercy to women and elders, it is not too much to kill them by killing.

Woman, they should weave cloth and cook food at home; Old people, they should be in the sun at the door of their homes. However, without exception, they all came to this Shura battlefield, and for the faith in their hearts and the belief in peace, they all resolutely came here to sacrifice their precious lives.

I hacked to death a rebel attempting to enter the city, and I stumbled upon a glimpse of a rebel in the distance swinging a knife at the old man.

"No!" I rushed to stop it, but it was too far away to help. Suddenly, a strong man pounced on the old man, and he himself was stabbed in the chest by the rebels, and blood splattered the rebels. I ran intermittently, only to see the sword-wielding rebel roaring: "Brother, brother! He roared and jumped out of the city in a frenzy. Not outside the city, but inside the city. There was no moat in the city, so he died without exception. I wondered why he killed himself? How could his brother come here to defend the city?

I finally ran over and picked up the old man, only to see that a knife in his hand had been inserted into the chest of the strong man who had saved him, and blood was stained on his withered hands. And the strong man who saved him was wearing a yellow scarf on his head.

How unreasonable! I put the old man down and stared at him viciously.

The old man seemed to feel my anger too. As soon as he jumped up, he jumped.

The old man was so determined. Oh, my God! I was devastated. What the hell is going on with all this?

Murderers commit suicide! Suicide kills! Why do you want them to do it? Is it history or life? Is it the court or the yellow scarf? Is it conscience or propriety?

I frantically chopped a yellow turban thief with his left foot on the city. It seems that he is the root of all evil.

The sound of tearing and killing, screams of pain, screams of tragedy, and the sound of weapons slashing together were mixed together, accompanied by the pungent smell of blood, stirring up the fragmented corpses and the brutal fighting, stimulating my nerves from all directions. Believe, I have become a devil, a bloodthirsty thousand-year-old demon.

Wielding a knife, he hacked to death another traitor who wanted to enter the city. His blood splattered my armor like his reluctance and roar, staining my ambition red.

The slaughter of women and old men by the rebels like chopping vegetables in this way could have aroused the hatred of the warriors defending the city. But the warriors turned a blind eye to their deaths. The most fundamental reason for this strange thing to happen should be what happened to the rebels before.

War is a battlefield where men put their dignity, and it is the most direct place to prove that they are bloody men.

War, where deceit is allowed, but contempt is not allowed; Death is allowed, but sin is not allowed; Success and failure are allowed, but there is no chance of exploiting the compassion of the strong for the weak to win.

The battle for the defense of the city continued, but only between the defenders and the rebels. The so-called helpless women and the elderly are just an episode. And it was a tragic episode that was despised.