After the city of Lingzhou was broken, the Mongol army under the command of Litu showed its fangs.

"Kill me." Standing under the city walls, he pointed his sword at the people of the city and roared loudly.

The Mongol army rushed towards the city like hungry wolves out of their cages, with strange howls in their mouths.

Suddenly, there was a cry in the city.

"Help, help me." A delicate-looking girl was being chased by several Mongol soldiers, her clothes were a little torn at this time, and her face was full of panic.

"Hahaha...... Little beauty, I see where you are going. Several Mongol soldiers chased after the woman with a lewd smile on their faces.

The woman saw that the Mongolian army was chasing after her, and hurriedly quickened her pace, but the Mongolian army was not in a hurry, and played a game of cat and mouse with the woman.

The woman ran desperately forward, and finally ran to a dead end, and he hurriedly knocked on the doors around him and cried, "Let me in, I beg you, let me in." ”

To her despair, no one answered her.

Then, she had to jump up desperately, trying to climb over the wall, but she was too short to reach it for half a day.

At this time, the Mongolian army was getting closer and closer, and in a blink of an eye, they reached the mouth of the alley, and the woman was so anxious that she was sweating profusely.

Several Mongol soldiers rubbed their hands together and approached the woman with a lewd smile on their faces.

"Little beauty, you obediently obey your brother."

Then, he threw himself at the woman.

The woman hurriedly dodged, and then, picking up a piece of wood, trembling and shouting, "Don't come here, I'm not welcome if you come again." ”

"Hahaha... Okay, why are you being rude to me?" The ruffian smiled evilly and began to take off his clothes.

Then, he pounced on the woman, picked her up and kissed her wildly.

"You let go of me, you brute." The woman struggled frantically, whipping the Mongol army incessantly.

"Tear up!" The woman's clothes were torn, revealing her snow-white skin.

"Hahaha......"

"You guys go to the queue first, and wait for them to get on one by one." The man threw the knife at his men and began to take off his armor.

In a small courtyard next door, more than a dozen officers and soldiers were watching this scene with angry faces.

The leader was a young man of about twenty-four or five years old, the man had sword eyebrows and starry eyes, eyes like torches, wearing silver armor, and a trace of nobility on his body.

However, the most striking thing about him at this time was the wound on his chest, which had a striking blood mark on his chest.

This young man's name is Zhao Xin, and he is a thousand generals in this Lingzhou City.

Before the city was broken, he watched the garrison rush out and die, he was also wounded by the Mongol army, and before he could react, he was carried by his henchmen and fled to this small courtyard.

At this time, he could hear the shouts from outside, and he also woke up from a coma.

Then, he had to go outside to save people.

"Big brother, let's go out now, the brothers will all die." A slightly immature young man next to him persuaded bitterly.

"Have you forgotten how I taught you?"

"If we are soldiers, if we can't even protect our own people, it's better to die." Zhao Xin said weakly.

Hearing this, everyone was ashamed, gritted their teeth and rushed out of the door.

Before this group of Mongolian troops could react, they disposed of these Mongolian troops.

When the woman saw Zhao Xin come out to save her, she desperately picked up the broken clothes, trying to cover her exposed body.

"Turn it all around for me." Zhao Xin shouted at a few people.

The soldiers under his command turned around one after another.

Then he closed his eyes and handed his cloak to the woman.

"Girl, put it on, tell me when you're dressed." Zhao Xin said gently.

The woman smiled slightly, then draped her cloak over her body.

"General, I'm dressed." The woman whispered.

Zhao Xin slowly opened his eyes, looking at the woman in front of him and couldn't help blushing a little.

The woman's appearance is clean, her skin is fair, her facial features are extremely delicate, and the tears on both sides of her cheeks and her red and swollen eyes add a little bit of nothingness, which makes people want to be pity.

Zhao Xin was a little stunned for a while.

Seeing Zhao Xin staring at her like this, the woman's face turned red and she said softly, "General, let's go." ”

Zhao Xin woke up from his stunned state and said hesitantly: "Ah, let's go." ”

The woman sneered when she saw Zhao Xin's nervous appearance.

Subsequently, after cleaning up the corpses of the Mongol soldiers, several people retreated to the small courtyard.

After entering the small courtyard, some good deeds imitated the woman's words and said in a coquettish voice: "General, let's go." ”

Immediately provoked everyone to laugh, and Zhao Xin and the woman both blushed.

Zhao Xin hurriedly shifted the topic, and said softly: "Girl, what about your family." ”

As soon as the woman heard Zhao Xin mention her family, the tears in her eyes couldn't help but burst the embankment.

"I'm sorry, I said the wrong thing." Zhao Xin saw that he said the wrong thing and hurriedly apologized.

Then, he stretched out his hand and smiled gently: "My name is Zhao Xin, and I am the president of this Lingzhou City." ”

"My name is Wang Xin." The woman burst into tears and laughed.

At this time, Wang Xin looked at Zhao Xin, his eyes were full of tenderness.

Today, Zhao Xintian God came down to save her, and she had already determined that this man was his future husband.

Zhao Xin didn't notice her gaze, just lowered his head and pondered, quietly thinking about how to get out.

At this time, the massacre in Lingzhou City was still continuing, and the entire city was in a bloody storm.

The air smelled of blood, the roadside was littered with corpses, and many women in tattered clothes were sitting in the street with blank eyes.

The entire Lingzhou City seems to have become a human world, purgatory.

The rabbit didn't stop him, he just wanted to vent his inner dissatisfaction.

He and the Ming army are already fighting to the death, and now that he has the opportunity to take revenge on the Ming army, how could he let go of this opportunity.

Different from the hell on earth in Lingzhou City at this time, in a small courtyard, more than a dozen Ming soldiers and a woman were eating dry food.

Although food is not so delicious in normal times, it has become a lifesaver.

Several people sat together, quietly nibbling on the dry food in their hands, and the scene was so unwarm.

"Brother Zhao, can we still get out alive?" Wang Xin stared at Zhao Xin and asked softly.

Zhao Xin smiled slightly after hearing this, his eyes were resolute: "Yes, we will all get out alive." ”

"What we have to do now is to preserve our strength, and then when the Mongol army relaxes, we will break through."

After hearing this, Wang Xin nodded with a smile.

Then, he leaned his head on Zhao Xin's shoulder, slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Zhao Xin didn't dodge, straightened up and straightened Wang Xin's head, so that she could sleep more comfortably.

The warm scene of the two also infected the soldiers present, and under this massacre, the warmth of the two seemed precious.

The soldier also made room for the two of them and began to take turns to stand guard.