The first few young men rushed out of the fog in a desperate way.

The noisy voices behind them were first a point, then a line, and then a breath turned into a side that blew through the gate of the North City.

"Someone broke the ........," a young man running behind was halfway through his words when a steel fork flew through the fog and planted forward like a kite off the string.

Everyone looked puzzled.

Then rushing out from behind the fog was a group of fierce men on horseback, carrying knives, and wearing all kinds of armor. They were covered in blood, but their faces were full of terrifying joy.

After this group of men, there was a dense flow of people, including men and women, and even half-grown children.

Their faces were full of hunger, hollowness and distraction. But if you can get closer, you can see the palpitating restlessness in their eyes.

As if it couldn't withstand the heavy gasps of so many people, the mist shrouded in Qubai began to rise.

Under the fog, at the gate of the entire north city, as far as the eye can see, there are strange strangers everywhere.

Before the aborigines could react, the first few men with Pu knives and horseback had already begun to charge.

Although there were only seven or eight horsemen, the sound of the horses' hooves was like thunder in everyone's ears.

Has time stood still?

Residents on North Street still stood in place, stunned.

Boom! Horses stepped onto the streets.

The knight's hand was raised, and in a few breaths the originally calm North Street had fallen into a blood-red color.

On a high platform farther away from Beicheng, Captain Luan, who had just changed into his clothes, was dumbfounded.

At the gate of the city, his two teams of city defenders were shattered and rushed to the ground, and the north gate of Qubai was behind them and seemed to have no end to the north, the dense forest, the wasteland, and the night were completely opened.

Cold air and bloody claws surged towards Captain Luan's nose.

He stood there and shivered.

Cui Xiaoqi, who usually doesn't talk much, was leaning against the city gate, struggling to pull the Pu knife out of a colleague's body.

Captain Luan turned on his horse and fled towards the inner city in a daze.

The gates were opened.

Qubai Beicheng, shouting to kill the heavens.

The men with the knives and the mob behind them had already killed the entire North Street before the townspeople could react.

The man in the north courtyard watched a familiar worker on weekdays being scratched with a nail rake that ploughed the ground. He turned around and closed the courtyard door and closed the bolt, rushed over in three or two steps, took the woman's hand, and searched everywhere in the courtyard for a hiding place.

The woman's body and bones are already poor, and their family of three will only die in vain if they flee out at this time.

The husband and wife looked around the yard and found that there seemed to be nowhere to hide, while the shouts and cries outside the house were getting closer and closer.

In desperation, the man simply found a wooden ladder from the backyard that he usually used to go to work, and asked the woman to take her son down to the well in the yard that was so narrow that only one person could enter and exit to take shelter.

The woman's brain was still blank, and she was anxiously urged by the man, and she walked down the well step by step with her son who was still having a high fever.

The cold well water made her shiver, but it made her sober up a bit.

She held the child in her left hand, trying her best to keep him away from the waist-high well, while her right hand grabbed the corner of the ladder and looked at the man at the mouth of the well expectantly and with difficulty.

"I put the ladder away. The man seemed calm, but his hands were shaking.

"You come down. ”

Then they just crawled down. ”

"Then die together. The woman's eyes were as bright as the stars in the night sky, and her hands were more forceful.

A wry smile appeared on the face of the man at the end of the ladder, and the hand holding the ladder loosened slightly.

The courtyard of the Wang family next door was violently breached, and the man happened to hear the sound of metal sharp objects tearing in the air.

The hungry people of the wasteland who had lost their minds were frantically rummaging for food, and many miscellaneous items were even thrown directly from the royal courtyard to his house.

Fortunately, their one-year-old daughter was taken to the temple fair by her uncle today.

The man looked down at the woman and his child in the well and smiled.

"It's so beautiful. “

Then he pulled the ladder with all his might.

The ladder in the woman's hand was pulled away by him like a bead with a broken thread.

A wooden manhole cover was clattered against the well.

......

......

The commander of the capital county in the city sat behind the table with a blue face. A plaque above his head, "as bright as a mirror's heart", flickered in the middle of the firelight.

With a bang, the wooden table in front of him was kicked up and smashed on Yin Xiaoqi's back, and the latter was smashed to his stomach, but he still quickly struggled to straighten up.

"Luan Ding's loose guard, what a good city! the city has been broken, so you let you report?" Chang Weirong's thick black beard rose and fell.

"Back to my lord, the city was not broken when Captain Luan asked the little one to come. ”

"The mob came quietly, and came in from the grove north of the city in the dark. The sentry posts along the way were killed by them, and it was really a lack of news. Yin Xiaoqi tried hard not to let his voice tremble.

"Rubbish!"

He was kicked out of the yard by Changdu County.

Chang Weirong, the supreme commander of Qu Baicheng and the commander of civil and military affairs, copied a stainless steel long knife more than four feet long, dressed in snow-white civilian clothes, and rushed out of the command office alone.

A group of government soldiers and Chang's guards hurriedly chased out.

The ice and rain in the sky have turned into stars and snow at this time, and they are sprinkled in Qubai City. The chaos in the northern city continued, and 800 mobs and bandits rushed into the houses and looted everywhere. This group of famine-rebellious people, who were just trying to go into the city to find some food, are now wreaking havoc like demons.

The entire northern city was in flames, and there were heart-rending screams and weepings everywhere.

The chaotic local people desperately rushed to Midtown.

In the night, the border troops stationed at the entrances of other cities were also woken up from their sleep and hurriedly assembled in the middle city.

After burning and killing in the north city for a while, the rebels were about to rush to the Pear Blossom Lane leading to the middle city, and the fleeing city citizens rushed towards the inner city from the narrow side of the world at the mouth of the Pear Blossom Alley

Chang Weirong held a stainless steel long-handled knife with orange-yellow brilliance in his right hand, and stood sideways at the mouth of Lihua Lane.

The people of Qubai City can get by, but the chaotic people can't get by!

Xuehua was even more anxious, and Changdu County scolded, startling the chaotic people who had just gathered together in front of him scattered and retreated.

The mountain bandits on horseback smirked, and the rebels rushed towards the old man and the thin line of defense behind him.

"Brutes, Qu Baicheng is also where you came?" Chang Weirong turned over and patted his horse, forming a faint earthy yellow hard shell all over his body, and rode alone with the guards into the flow of people.

The long steel knife shone with a terrifying brilliance in the firelight.

......

......

The city defense troops from all over Qubai gathered more and more in Lihua Lane.

The mob was pressed back by the assembled army.

The lord of the hundred households in the north of the city finally brought twenty or thirty embroidered-eyed bird guards wearing big red cloaks to kill the ranks of the rebellious people from the side.

This group of pro-army of the Son of Heaven is ruthless, and even half of the children in the mob will not spare their lives.

These 100 households are actually in the north of the city just now. He went to chase Cui Xiaoqi, who assassinated his colleague and opened the city gate. What a character Suzaku Yabaihu is, but unfortunately he still couldn't capture this person alive.

When Lord Baihu saw him, he had already had poison in his mouth, and he resolutely refused to give Lord Baihu the slightest chance.

What kind of poison is this?

Cui Xiaoqi's body was rotting in the air at a visible speed, and the hundred households only had time to snatch a piece of burned blackened cloth from the corpse, leaving only a pool of blood on the ground.

......

......

In the small courtyard in the north of the city, the woman held the child in her hand and shivered in the ice water. Two quarters of an hour earlier, she had clearly heard the bolt at her yard door shattered, followed by the rude shouting and heavy wheezing above the wellhead.

She even closed her eyes, waiting for her fate to pronounce her fate.

Thankfully, she didn't hear the sound of weapons clashing or fighting in the courtyard. I guess Brother An'er should have found a safe place to hide just now.

The woman waited for a long time with the child in her arms, and the gang who rushed into her house turned the money and food in the house upside down, and finally left.

After the mob left, the woman heard the subtle words of An'er on the manhole cover and the sound of banging on the manhole cover, although it was not real, but the woman was happy down there for a long time.

She thinks their family is lucky after all!

But then there was endless darkness and silence. There was a deathly silence at the mouth of the well, and the woman estimated that it was the man who hid after reporting that he was safe.

......

I don't know how long they suffered at the bottom of the well, but the manhole cover above the mother and son was finally lifted.

A man looked down into the well with a torch.

"There's someone down there. ”

The woman hugged her son, who was still asleep because he was still feverish, and the police felt shrink into the corner.

A soft ladder was lowered.

"We are the city defense army, what are you talking about, the rebels have been defeated, hurry up. ”

With the help of the two men, the woman hesitated for a while, and finally climbed up from the bottom of the well with the child.

In the courtyard of her house, five or six city guards in leather armor were searching the courtyard with torches.

The woman mustered up her courage and looked around with a smile.

Snowflakes are scattered between heaven and earth, and the sorrows and joys of the world are frozen.

She looked down at the manhole cover, and then carefully looked around the strange and familiar courtyard.

The night was blurry, and a shattered, cold man was still scattered in a clearing next to the old well.

"So that's what you're trying to tell me?" the woman stubbornly looked at the man who fell to the ground, and pointed to the two crooked blood words on the manhole cover, and her voice was calm and terrifying.

A soldier stepped past the man who had fallen to the ground, as if he had just walked past a branch of a tree that had been blown off by the wind.

Also, I don't know how many of these withered branches are waiting for them to deal with on North Street outside tonight.

"See for yourself how many knives you have been hacked. The woman shuddered and muttered, and walked over to look at the man covered in blood.

She looked very closely, not even the inconspicuous little mole on the tip of his nose.

"It's so ugly. I've been teaching you for so many years, and you're still like this bear. The woman twitched her red nose and smiled.

"Is it pretty?"

With that, she put the child on the chaise longue scattered on the ground, unbuttoned her outermost winter coat, pressed her face to the man's chest, and then leaned her whole body over.

It's so cold, I want you to be warm.

Qubai is in the sky, and goose feathers are all over the sky.

If you look down from the heights, there are lights of the night guards everywhere, and a finger of blood mixed with snowflakes on the north street slowly washes the bluestone street to the west.

In Pear Blossom Lane, Luan Dingsong, the commander of Beicheng City, who is usually infinitely beautiful, was firmly tied hands and feet and thrown under the ancient sycamore.

Looking out through the city gate, a flock of red-cloaked red-eyed birds were undulating in the snow, chasing a dozen bandits who wanted to escape.

......

......

"Your father is so stingy, so he left us the word peace. ”

"Will I tell you to read an in the future?"

Year after year, year after year, year after year, peace and security.

"It's called Nian'an. ”

As she spoke, the woman smeared purple blood from the man's chest with her hand and smeared it across her son's forehead.

"It's called Nian'an. ”

"Nian'an, Nian'an. ”

"I want you to be safe for the rest of your life. ”