The yellow sand is all over the sky, and the dry bones are all over the field.

A stout man with a broken hat on his head, his cloth shirt was constantly pouring and flowing out of the gurgling sand, and he stepped on the yellow sand and mud with one foot deep and one shallow.

A wizened old horse, held by him by the reins, walked slowly.

A woman in a cloth shirt, holding a girl in her arms, curled up on the back of a horse, looked haggard and withered.

"Mrs. Zhong, it's almost there. In front is Yunzhou City. ”

Guo Dalu's voice was hoarse.

The Three Holy Mountains did their best to resist the ghost cultivation in this war, but after the appearance of the Five Tribulations and Ten Tribulations, the boundaries of the Three Holy Mountains continued to be eroded by the Liuli Mountain.

This war in the eastern border, which stretched for thousands of miles, could be described as a great catastrophe for the common people.

From Taozhicheng all the way to the west, escaping the war, the route chosen by Guo Dalu is an extremely close straight line, which can reach Zhongzhou directly...... But the only difficulty is crossing this desert.

Guo Dalu is not the only one who chooses this route.

The dry bones that flew along the way, the cracked broken arms, all proved their end.

This is a dead end.

Fortunately, now the desert is almost over.

The little lychee in Mrs. Zhong's arms pursed her dry lips, she looked dizzy, and looked into the distance of the desert...... In the scorching heat, there seems to be a majestic ancient city at the end of the horizon.

Is it Yunzhou City?

"Mother......

Little Lychee's voice was extremely weak, with a crying tone.

"Thirsty ......"

No response.

Mrs. Zhong's head hung very low, her body swayed, but the arm guard posture was extremely firm, she prostrate tightly, clamping the child in her arms, and covering everything with her back.

Where can ordinary people withstand such a trek?

She looked at Guo Dalu and said in a dumb voice, "Is there still water?"

Guo Dalu gritted his teeth and took out the water bladder he was carrying, he patted the little guy, the little lychee opened his mouth with sleepy eyes, the water bladder hung upside down, and a few drops of water converged and fell on the dry lips, melting instantly.

The little guy licked his lips, and his sickly face didn't look good because of it.

Guo Dalu retracted the water bladder to his waist.

He wanted to say...... Hold on for another day.

But he realized that this sentence had been said countless times in the past three days.

The "Yunzhou" on the distant horizon has appeared many times in the desert wind and sand, which is a little light in the long night, and it is also the last faith that supports the trekkers to go on.

Last day.

A miracle happened...... A shower fell on the edge of the Yunzhou Desert, which saved three people who almost died of thirst and renewed their lives, and they were no longer lonely trekkers.

Other displaced people appeared in the vicinity.

The "big city" that the little guy sees is not a mirage.

Tens of thousands of refugees, displaced by the war in the east, fled with their families to "Yunzhou", but they were not greeted by "new life".

Yunzhou, a giant city, closed its gates tightly and refused to accept refugees.

The people of Li who fled to this place have already gnawed grass roots and dug up mud and dust in the city...... Even, in the dust flying, fresh bones with sticky blood and flesh can be faintly seen.

A live horse, a woman with no hands to tie a chicken, and a child with fine skin and tender flesh...... The moment he walked out of the Yunzhou desert, it attracted a lot of attention.

But in front of them, there was a burly rough man.

Guo Dalu has never seen such a scene in his life...... He looked at those skinny men, those guys had a fierce glint in their eyes, and the aura emanating from their bodies was like a wild wolf that had been hungry for half a month.

A thin man pounced on him and was cut open by Guo Dalu holding a Pu knife.

The blunt knife slashed through the skull, and the blood spilled was still hot...... Mrs. Zhong covered Xiao Lizhi's eyes, Guo Dalu led the horse, and behind her was the sound of a vulture like a wild wolf carving up the corpse.

This man, just like this, led the old horse and came to the front of Yunzhou City.

In this world, there is nothing more desperate than escaping from the desert and arriving in a dead city.

Yunzhou city gate, ten thousand jun sinking iron.

It's more chilling than the sword of the ghost cultivator.

The crossbowmen above the city gate, full of bows, silently aimed their crossbow arrows at a group of three.

In the open space in front of the city gate, there was an arrow that shot into the ground with a nail, and a dead corpse that had dried up and rotted through the heart.

As long as they go one step further.

So...... The arrows will be released.

Guo Dalu stared at the city head expressionlessly.

He slowly ripped open the hem of his tattered shirt, revealing a fleshy chest already covered in scars, and he walked slowly, his eyes meeting the round crossbowman.

Before stepping into the "forbidden circle", Guo Dalu felt that the corners of his clothes were gently pulled by something, and he turned his head and saw Xiao Lizhi's pale and frightened face.

Xiao Lizhi shook her head, her voice was worse than crying: "Uncle Guo, you can't go to ......"

Guo Dalu patted the little guy on the head.

He didn't say anything, but slowly took out a relic of Little Lychee's father from his sleeve robe.

It was an iron token.

The man suddenly shouted—

"This is the death order of Zhong Xun, the dethroned envoy of Taozhi City!"

The sound, like thunder, stirred the grains of sand and shook the deafening.

"The long line in the east, resist and crush the enemy, even if there are no bones left, the city officials must also protect the people in the city!"

"Wait—"

The man's angry voice stretched for a long time.

This voice attracted everyone's attention.

In their lives, they have never heard such a fierce drink, like a stick, smashing thousands of miles of haze clouds.

"You are a lowly official! Do things for your own selfish desires!"

"Thousands of miles of front, burning Daze...... Tens of millions of people rushed to the border and died. You and others, living in the desert and supporting Taiping Zhongzhou, refused to allow the people of Li to be outside their homes, and created lives in front of the portal. ”

At the head of the city, a young resident official, frowning, he looked down at the bottom of the city, the rough man who scolded the Yunzhou guards with "bare chests".

The garrison officer was expressionless, stretched out a hand, and someone immediately handed a heavy crossbow forward.

He thrust the arrow into the crossbow with great skill.

The scream exploded in the sky.

"In the midst of the remnants of the war, betraying one's compatriots and not saving them when they die, this is unkind and unjust!"

"In the eyes of the imperial power, deceiving His Royal Highness and refusing to open the city gate is disloyal and unbelievable!"

"Yu-"

The arrows of the heavy crossbow also exploded at this moment.

......

......

All the voices, abruptly stopped-

In front of Little Lychee, a hideous blood flower exploded.

The burly figure seemed to have been hit by a heavy hammer.

Kicking took a step back.

Zhong Li looked at the mountain-like figure in a daze, turning to fight for hundreds of miles, trekking through the desert, cutting off water and food, even so...... He never fell.

She thought that Uncle Guo would not fall.

At this moment, time became extremely slow, and the little guy's head "buzzed", leaving only a blank space, she looked up, and her eyes touched a cold arrow and crossbow light aimed at her at the head of the city tower.

A young "familiar" figure, aiming the heavy crossbow at himself, pushed the second crossbow arrow onto the crossbow.

She knew the robe that the big brother was wearing.

own father...... Also wear this dress.

This is the resident official of Yunzhou City.

My father said that the resident officials are the ones who protect the people......

The consciousness had no time to think about more pictures, and at the moment when the cold light of the heavy crossbow shot out, Xiao Lizhi's thoughts froze.

She saw a second splatter of blood.

The crossbow arrow that swept through the sky was grasped by a strong and powerful hand, and the palm of the hand held the arrow with great strength, and the heavy arrow that flew out in an instant spun out of the palm of this palm, and spun out a burst and shattered blood flower-

But even so, it still did not shoot out of the grasp of the owner of this palm.

A fluttering green shirt, with a pitch-black lotus coat on his shoulders, and two ancient knives hanging from his waist, one long and one short, fell in front of Xiao Lizhi.

The ancient knife owner's expression was gloomy, as if he was freezing ice.

He did not use his own cultivation, but with the physique of an "ordinary man", he took this arrow...... so that you can remember the taste of pain.

Song Jinglian slowly spread out her palms.

In the palm of his hand was mottled and broken flesh, skin scraped open by an arrowhead, and within it lay a pinched quenched iron arrowhead.

The black lotus robe was blown by the wind.

Song Jinglian stood in front of Yunzhou City and said softly: "The prince said that in the territory of the Great Sui, you must not retreat and reject the people. ”

The garrison frowned, pushed another crossbow arrow into his chamber, and let out a deep sigh at the same time.

Crossbowmen came out in unison, and hundreds of heavy crossbows were mounted on the platform.

Song Jinglian's face was expressionless, and she swept forward in an instant.

Under the giant city, the wind swept by, and the man in lotus clothes was like a reed leaf, rising with the wind.

The sound of swishing crossbow arrows piercing, like a rain of pear blossoms, almost pierced the eardrums.

However, the bright silver light in the sky was overshadowed by the light of a short knife out of the sheath—

Song Jinglian gently pressed down the bloodstained hand holding the arrow and pulled out the ancient knife from her waist.

Knife out!

In the wind, thousands of strands of silver thread were cut with a knife—

The next moment.

The man who swept through the sky still didn't use his own cultivation, but just jumped onto the city with his superb sword skills and terrifying human skills.

He landed lightly, his thumb pushing the long knife back into its sheath.

With a "snap", a slender blood line overflowed between the neck of the young officer, and the skull jumped from the high, and the whole person twisted and fell to the ground.

Song Jinglian said with an expressionless face, "By the order of the Emperor of Zhongzhou, we will clear the discipline." In the city of refusal, all the officials stationed in it will be executed, where is the city lord of Yunzhou?"

In the darkness, a thin red-armored woman slowly walked out.

Cinnabar held a black robe back collar in her hand, her expression was indifferent, and she carried the Yunzhou City Lord all the way out of the mansion.

The so-called Yunzhou City Lord, who is very old and close to the sixtieth birthday, is dragging his robe to the ground at this moment, and a line of bright red mottled blood stains is shocking, he can no longer walk, he can only drag, because his two thighs were stabbed thirty-two times.

The city lord of Yunzhou breathed tremblingly, and his expression was extremely frightened.

Anyone who is awakened by a sharp blade in his deep sleep, and then restrained so that he cannot move, can only look at the comer, indiscriminately, and is sentenced to thirty-two swords, will be in this frightened appearance.

"I want you to do two things. ”

Song Jinglian squatted in front of the city lord of Yunzhou and said calmly: "One, open the city." ”

"Second, explain clearly, in Tiandu City, who gave you the courage to refuse to accept the displaced people. ”