Akadulla's entanglement, fear, and hope, and the defenders of the city, it has nothing to do with it.

Above the city wall, under the city tower, Wei Ye was half-crooked on the horse, supporting his jaw with one hand, his eyes slightly closed, as if he was pretending to sleep.

As the commander of the defending army, this war has been carried out to this point, and the morale of the army has been boosted to the highest peak. What Wei Ye wants is their optimism and confidence, so that he can wholeheartedly support him to fight this war in the next big war.

And in the next war, the frontal combat power that ordinary people can provide is really limited. What Wei Ye has to do is to gather all the refugees in the four realms and try his best to preserve a little more vitality for the Han people in this land!

As for the immortal warlock himself, he tried his best to nourish his spirit and ensure that in the next battle, he would have enough spirit to deal with the demon god's backhand.

Under the head of the city, the first wave of Qiang army horses that tested the strength of the city and the city defense rushed back from the city with a strange scream. That kind of ugly ghost howl only made Wei Ye's eyebrows slightly raised, and there was no other reaction.

Li Daxiong, who was accompanying Wei Ye, just pressed his waist knife, his face was solemn, and occasionally shouted to the defenders at the head of the city: "What kind of god?

And in these days, the Han army, who had seen Wei Ye's commanding demeanor, stuck out his tongue and shrunk his neck, lowered his head in a look, and said something to each other: "Staying by the side of the advice, today is our blessing!"

For the Fanhe defenders, Wei Ye, the envoy who hurriedly rode lightly, was like a descending from heaven. At the moment when the Qiang was chaotic and the smoke was everywhere, the large and small guards who lived in eight seats and pacified one side fled in a panic; the heroic and powerful clans who blew their ancestors' martial arts to the sky on weekdays abandoned their family business and ancestral property and went into exile; and in the troubled times, the flat-headed people, who were like duckweed, had no power to resist at all in this troubled times, and died in the ravines, struggling for their lives between frost swords and snow swords, and did not see the smoke of cooking in the countryside, but only heard the sound of crying corpses.

In an instant, it was as if the whole world was turned upside down, and everyone had to be topped in such a chaotic world.

It's just that God is fortunate to have descended such a Optimus Pillar as Wei Zhiyi!

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Under the city, the last cavalry army to escort the refugees back to the city also approached the battlefield.

In the perception of the general veteran army, any such team, which is slow and does not have the discipline of the army, is naturally an excellent target for attack.

But the war waged in this land completely ignores these common sense. This team that returned to Fanhe City drove into the battlefield with such a swagger, not to mention, those Qiang army horse teams that tried to attack the city in the first wave also subconsciously stayed away from them.

Because before the refugee team, a horse army stood tall, led by the Han army general, who was He Ming, who had been blocking the Qiang army camp every day for these days.

In front of this young general who killed more than 100 Qiang troops a day, the Qiang army said that he was not afraid, it was all fake. The Qiang army, who had seen the combat strength of He Ming's troops at close range, only understood one thing - their blades, armor, and heads were not as hard as the iron rods in the hands of this young short-haired general.

When He Ming rode his horse majestically behind the ranks of refugees, these Qiang troops subconsciously looked at him and retreated, and just withdrew about half a mile!

He Ming, who is destined to play the role of the terrifying demon king in the future herdsman songs, has no consciousness of the demon king at the moment, but just straddles the horse and beckons to those trembling refugees: "Everyone work harder, and we will enter Fanhe City immediately! Accommodation, food, and hot soup have all been prepared for everyone, first come, first served, and full!"

His words, those who claim to be old and sophisticated in the refugee team, naturally do not believe it. The government has never given alms, and if you can scatter some thick porridge, it is considered a great mercy, and where can you hope to go?

However, at this time, the fleeing crowd still mustered up the last bit of strength and walked forward as fast as they could. Under the cover of He Ming's horse team, those Qiang army horse teams did not have the courage to rush forward to attack, but they were still sure to scream a few times from a distance.

These refugees who survived the catastrophe walked and jogged forward in fear, and the chaos was even more out of order. Fortunately, the guards under He Ming's command also pressed their positions back and forth, and from time to time they shouted or whipped up: "Don't mess up! The queue is broken, but there is no spare place to save you, but don't harm us to eat the military sticks of advice!"

In such a tense atmosphere, there are also characters who seem out of place.

At the end of the line, a young and not too light village scholar trotted slowly along with the team.

I don't know if it was because of the fire, the hairpuff on the head of the village scholar fell off, and he only held a jute belt to hastily tie up his half-black and non-white hair, and his half-linen and half-silk robe was also covered with pieces of oil mud, and I don't know how long it had not been washed. Although his back was already a little hunched, his preserved pedant complexion was much better than that of the refugees around him. In such cold weather, he only pulled a pair of tattered straw sandals barefoot, just holding a wooden staff in his hand, taking big steps, without the slightest intention of falling behind.

Compared to the refugees who wrapped their feet in rags but still suffered frostbite, this barefoot village pedant with straw shoes was more eye-catching.

He Ming reined in his horse, and then glanced at the Qiang army horse team who did not dare to approach like defeated dogs, and couldn't help but smile contemptuously. When he turned his head sideways, his gaze fell on the barefoot pedant.

But at this glance, He Ming took out a pair of lambskin warm boots from the armor bag hanging from the saddle that he had never used, and bent down and handed them to the village pedant: "Uncle, the sky freezes your feet, these boots, you are good to walk!"

The village scholar glanced at He Ming, his eyes paused slightly at the apricot yellow bunch on his head, then smiled slightly, stretched out his hand to take the pair of lambskin boots, and said "bother". However, when he took the lambskin boots, he did not put them on his feet, but hung them on the wooden staff in his hand, and still trotted up with the team with straw sandals.

He Ming didn't delve into the behavior of the village pedant, but rushed to the front of the team with a dozen horses, and shouted to the city: "Old Wei! I have already escorted the people, you can send another team of horses to meet you!"

Before he could make a sound, a figure had already rushed in front of him, and stepped on the city wall suddenly, as if performing a superior light skill, and rushed straight towards the city tower Wei Ye was sitting down: "Uncle, Uncle Ma, I've snatched it back for you!"