Zixu Continent, a country of nothing.

Ten years without a decade, Allah's coastal city-state.

Outside the East City Gate.

The mountains are steep, the mountains are stacked, the mountains are shrouded in clouds and mist, and the grass and trees under the mountains are green. It's the middle of winter in the north, but it's full of spring here.

A young man in Tsing Yi, carrying a bamboo basket, climbs on the cliff, and is vigorous. I saw that his hands were like hooks, and the green tendons on the back of his hands were extremely powerful, firmly clasping the cracks in the rocks, and hanging his body in the air.

Using both hands and feet, after a few moves, he jumped from the cliff to a raised rock, turned over and jumped down, and landed steadily.

The boy was about seventeen or eighteen years old, with fair skin, an angular face, and a resolute face in his immaturity. The eyebrow bone is slightly protruding, the eye socket is deeply sunken, and a pair of sapphire-like eyes are clear and deep.

A puff of black curly hair fluttered in the wind, and the coarse cloth green clothes were close to the body, but they were neat and neat, and there was a pocket hanging from the waist.

The boy took out the hoe from his basket and searched for it in the grass under his feet. From time to time, I will pick a blade of grass and put it in my mouth, chew and taste it, then use a short hoe to dig the grass, throw it back to my shoulder, and throw it into the bamboo basket.

Seeing several dried dates scattered on the ground, he also picked them up and put them in his pocket.

Looking up, a small mountain jujube tree stretched out from the cliff wall, and dozens of dried jujubes on the branches swayed in the wind.

The young man looked happy, put down the hoe and the basket, took two steps back, and then sprinted forward, stepped on the rock wall, jumped into the air, and reached out to grab the root of the jujube tree.

Alternate hands, move to the canopy, stabilize the body with one hand, shake the branch with the other hand, and the dried dates crackle to the ground.

The young man let go of his hand and landed on the ground, picked up a dried date, put it in his mouth and chewed it, a trace of sweet and sour slid into his throat, and leaned over to pick it up, putting the mountain date into his pocket.

Carrying a basket and a hoe, he continued to search for herbs in the weeds.

When the young man saw a skullcap, he was about to lean over to plan, when the grass shook four or five meters in front of him, and a gray hare suddenly jumped up and jumped forward.

As soon as he said that it was too late, the young man raised his hand, and threw a short hoe in his hand, which hit the head of the hare in the air. The hare immediately died and fell to the ground.

The young man jumped forward in two or three leaps, stretched out his left hand to lift the hare, and shook it, which looked like five or six pounds.

Pointing at the hare with his right hand, he smiled and said, "Haha, thank you! I can make up for the master today! “

The family has been without food for many days, and it all depends on him picking up some dried fruits when he goes up the mountain to collect medicine every day, or hunting game to satisfy his hunger.

The boy put the hare in the basket and continued to collect the medicine.

The place where it was easy to find medicinal herbs at the bottom of the mountain had almost been picked up by people, so he had to climb the rock wall to this deep mountain and find it patiently.

Fortunately, he is agile, in this rocky ravine, on the side of the cliff, jumping and jumping like walking on the ground, up and down the mountain shuttle, but not find it difficult.

He went up the mountain early in the morning to pick herbs.

Master was sick and still lying in bed, but after insisting on taking medicine, he was much better than before, and his fever subsided, but he still had difficulty breathing, sometimes he was awake, sometimes he was unconscious.

He had to return to the city at noon, boil and feed the master, and with the hare and mountain dates in his hand, he could also make some minced meat for the master, otherwise it would be difficult for the master to swallow.

The boy continued along the cliff.

Outside Allah's Marina.

"Slaughter the city!"

With the order of General Mo Humoer, a thousand soldiers rushed to the city gate under the leadership of a red horse soldier with a halberd in their hands, and swarmed in.

The soldiers had no armor and were dressed in cloth clothes, but they were covered with white scarves, and only their eyes were exposed, and they could not see each other's expressions, which was a little strange.

Different from the previous rushes, there were no gongs and drums, only the soldiers were in a hurry, and then the dust rose everywhere, and suddenly the yellow sand covered the sky, blurring the courage of the soldiers.

The drawbridge rope fell, the city gate was open, empty, the city wall did not see the defenders, and the sons and daughters went straight into the land of no one.

There was no screaming, no sound of gold and iron could be heard, and the silence outside the city was a little grotesque.

At that time, three thousand soldiers poured into the city at the city gates in the south, south and west.

Outside the city-state, there were still 6,000 soldiers waiting for them, and the city was surrounded by water. I saw a forest of halberds, the cold light was shining, the flags were hunting, the embroidered ribbons were fluttering, and the rows and columns were neat and tidy, and they were immovable.

Dozens of war horses stood with their heads held high, but the riding soldiers were distinctive.

General Mo Hu Moer immediately stepped forward, and after the order was completed, the three-foot Xuanjian was still in the sheath.

The only general who is not covered with a scarf.

Waiting, the half-foot gray hair pointed forward. His face was slightly pale, but he was wrinkled, his eye sockets were deep, his eyes were closed, and two lines of old tears were flowing down his cheeks.

The old general has fought on the battlefield for decades, and has also slaughtered cities, but he has never relented.

That is to fight for the world for the eldest brother, fight with the enemy, or quell the rebellion and stabilize the country.

But Si Gong slaughtered the unarmed people of the country, and taught him how not to be sad?

The soldiers who entered the city rushed to the streets, quickly dispersed, in groups of two, searched from house to house, knocked on the lock and broke the door hanging, hit the deadbolt and broke the door panel, stacked arhats over the wall, and did not fall into one household and one courtyard.

But most of them are empty houses, and few people are encountered!

Occasionally, the living people are all old, weak, sick, and crippled, or short of breath and miserable, or weak and dying, or have already been cold and stiff and have passed away for a long time.

The two soldiers were decisive or hesitant, and they looked at each other as usual. The sick man snorted, his eyes widened, his body straightened, and his blood was splashed three feet!

The soldiers pulled their halberds backwards and left.

If so, there is no exception.

When the soldiers from all over the world gathered, the inventory was completed and the slaughter was over.

The four commanders regrouped and turned back on their way home. They were divided into two groups and re-entered the houses, took pickaxes and tools, supported them on carts, carried the corpses, and transported them outside the city.

As soon as the horse galloped, the sound of the horse's hooves shattered.

General Mohumo Moore heard the sound and raised his eyes to take a closer look.

The red horse soldier came to the front, "Huh!" Restraining the horses and reporting in a loud voice: "Father, Mo Hu has come to return to his life!"

The old general's face sank like water, and he asked slowly, "Is there anything missing?"

The red horse neighed, Mo Wei endlessly lifted the reins to control the horse, and replied: "Nothing is missing!"

The old general frowned and asked again, "Are there any healthy people?"

Mo Wuwu immediately replied: "I haven't heard of it!"

The old general opened his eyebrows and was slightly surprised: "Oh?

"More than 100. The second, third and fourth brothers have not yet reported their numbers. ”

Five hundred soldiers went out of the city first, carrying halberds and pickaxes. The follow-up soldiers came one after another.

Seeing this, the old general closed his eyes lightly, reopened, and then ordered Mo Hu, "Burial." ”

Mo Wei responded with "yes" and rode away with his horse.

The corpses were displayed on the car, as little as one or two, as many as five or six, the wheels rolled yellow dust again, and three or five soldiers drove one together, or pushed or dragged, creaking and walking.

The besieging army dodged in both directions, and two teams of men and horses passed through and drove towards a barren slope at the foot of the mountain.

Mo Wei is infinite in the barren slope staking land, and the command is determined.

A team of soldiers dug a pit on the spot, and a team of soldiers stopped and went up the mountain to cut wages.

Suddenly, the three horsemen flew to the old general's horse, dismounted and reported the number of corpses collected by the north, south and west.

The old general shook his head when he heard this.

Three riders returned.

The old general's face was soothing, and he felt a little comforted, he had killed only five hundred, and his heart was slightly calm, and he was worried again!

The young man returned from collecting medicine and was about to go down the mountain. Seeing a forest of swords and guns in the distance, the soldiers besieging the city, and seeing the soldiers carrying corpses out of the city, they were terrified!

The boy hurriedly hid behind a stone, condescendingly, and crouched in the grass to take a closer look.

Why did the soldiers besiege the city, why did they slaughter the people? Oh no! Master's life was not guaranteed!