Yu Jun

The common people were distraught, running away with their heads in their arms, crying like ghosts and howling like wolves. The old man closed his eyes tightly and fell to the ground. The yellow boy lost his parents and ran around on his legs.

A boy of thirteen or fourteen rushed into the military formation in a panic. A long arrow pierced his forehead. His brain immediately burst and he died tragically on the spot. Red and white things were scattered on the ground.

The death was sudden and rapid. The people were dumbfounded and no longer ran wildly. Instead, they rushed towards the city gate and cursed constantly.

He cursed Guochao, Tang Baichuan, and Mo Lingfeng, but he did not dare to curse the emperor.

Attack the city, counterattack, attack the city, counterattack, no one cares about the people, arrows rain down, gunpowder explodes, cloud ladders are set up on the top of the city, hot oil almost pours down against the city wall, the fire of karma is blazing, and it does not stop raging in the rain The force left behind scorched earth wherever it passed.

The people were originally divided into men, women, old and young, poor and rich, parents and children, but at this time, they were all the resentful ghosts who had been wiped out by the Shura field.

Some people knelt down in the rain, clasped their hands together, and prayed for blessings from gods and Buddhas.

As everyone knows, the Buddha said that all sentient beings have the wisdom and virtue of the Tathagata and have already become Buddhas. It is only because ignorance covers wisdom and stands in the three paths. They can only cross by themselves and not by others.

Blood accumulates more and more on the ground, and people become duckweeds, drifting with the current, not knowing where to hide.

On the city wall, Cheng Taishan's heart was torn in two. Seeing the people suffering unreasonable disasters and corpses scattered everywhere, he wished he could open the city gate immediately and let them in. But when he saw the menacing Yongzhen Army again, he wished he could open the city gate. It's locked, even if King Kong comes, it can't be opened.

As soon as he was distracted, a soldier jumped from the ladder and threw down a fire caltrop. The iron pieces in the fire caltrop were sharp and cut around. One piece jumped to the wall, bounced onto him, and got stuck in the iron armor.

There was an enemy attack on his side, so he subconsciously used the same technique as his son, and slapped him three steps away.

Where is Mo Yefeng?

The surroundings were too chaotic. He tried his best to clear a way for himself, trying to find Mo Lingfeng. He even kicked and slashed him, but after only four or five steps, someone suddenly grabbed his arm, causing him to stagger before he could stand. Steady, a cold light waved past his ear.

Almost!

While holding on to the wall to stand firm, he looked at Nomad Qing who was grabbing him. Nomad Qing was dazzling with his sword. Behind him, it was Mo Lingfeng who was slashing with the sword.

"Mo——"

As soon as he uttered the word, there was a loud "bang" in his ears. The bamboo harrier thrown by the catapult below the city tower exploded beside the parapet. Thick smoke and hot air rolled in. Cheng Taishan took a few steps back, and the iron armor on his body became hot. people.

He couldn't open his eyes due to the thick smoke, but something suddenly happened in front of him. When he reluctantly opened his eyes, he saw that a cold light had touched his chest.

It's a long spear.

He didn't have time to dodge, and suddenly a hand came out from his side, grasped the gun body tightly, and dragged it hard, dragging the gun and the man to the ground. Then he threw away the gun, picked up the knife, and bent down to pierce it. Without any hesitation, he pulled out the knife from the opponent's neck.

Blood mist sprayed, and half of Mo Lingfeng's face was covered in blood. He reached out and pulled Cheng Taishan up: "Get down!"

Cheng Taishan shook his head: "Can you open it?"

Mo Lingfeng nodded: "The time has not yet come."

The people below the tower can still cry and curse, and still have some sense left.

They are not desperate enough.

When they are only one in a hundred, when they are numb and sluggish, when they dare to resent the imperial power and the emperor, she will open the city gate to show mercy and bring them back to the world from hell.

She was not trapped by Tang Baichuan's plan. By delaying the opening of the city gate, she could kill more enemies.

Besides, her brother can die, why can't others die?

Cheng Taishan didn't know when Mo Lingfeng's opportunity was, so he could only strode to the city wall, inserted his knife, grabbed an enemy soldier who climbed up from the ladder with both hands, raised it high, and slammed it on the ladder. A long line of soldiers on the ladder all rolled down.

At this time, there is one less enemy, and there will be less danger when opening the city gate.

He gritted his heart and scalp to kill the enemy, but apart from the shouts of the fight in his ears, the shrill screams from Li Shu's mouth always made his heart tingle.

Arrows were still coming from below. He couldn't look over, but he could imagine the misery of the people below. A child's cry pierced his ears, causing him to refrain from shouting in grief and anger: "Kill!"

The rain was getting heavier and blood stains were washed away on the city wall. The pool of blood became huge in the stagnant water. The remaining people were hiding and trying to escape. Some people picked up the shields and long knives that had fallen to the ground, hoping that they could withstand the killing, but once A single missed arrow is enough to kill them.

Corpses piled up like a mountain. A woman stood next to Tang Baichuan with a baby in her arms, tears streaming down her face. The baby cried occasionally. Once the cry was weak, the soldiers immediately beat him hard to make him cry.

Blood flowed in all directions, through the gaps in the city gate, and spread to the streets behind the city gate.

Chang Long held Juma with his hand and watched the blood flow in. A wet and wrinkled peace talisman slowly floated from his feet. The outer talisman paper was wet, and the tea and rice wrapped inside were revealed - this was for children. The alarm talisman contains salt.

He turned to look at Xiao Dou: "Is there any news?"

Xiao Dou stepped back a few steps, looked up at the command flag above the tower, and then walked back: "No."

The dark red city gate cast a shadow and hit the defenders heavily, making them breathless.

They had never realized that defending a city could be so difficult.

Chang Long looked up at the tower above his head and thought dryly: "We are in a dilemma."

On the tower, Cheng Taishan ventured his head out and took a look down the tower. When he stood up straight, big tears rolled out and mixed with the rain and blood on his face.

While he was killing the enemy, he looked at Mo Lingfeng and said, "Open the door."

Mo Lingfeng shook his head.

"Let's go!" Cheng Taishan was so anxious that his throat became hoarse, but Mo Lingfeng's face was covered with blood, and no real expression could be seen.

Mo Lingfeng killed an enemy soldier without looking at him, and still said the same thing: "The time has not come yet."

Cheng Taishan wiped away the blood on his face, raised his leg and kicked one down. He was about to ask when the time was, but before he opened his mouth, he suddenly thought about the so-called "time" - the people had not died enough.

He felt horrified. In addition to the horror, there was also fear rising from the bottom of his heart. At this time, Mo Lingfeng could accurately seize the opportunity, which was really extraordinary.

But the people were innocent, and he really couldn't ignore it.

He gritted his teeth, put away the knife, turned around and began to run down the city tower. He passed through the soldiers in formation, broke into the prefect's Yamen soaked all over, and pushed open the study door: "Wu Jin!"

The smell of blood, fire oil, and pig iron on his body was blown into the house by the wind mixed with the rain.

The house is completely different from the battlefield. Everything is in order and clean. A sprig of apricot blossom in the spring vase moves with the wind, and its petals fall on the table in twos and threes, making the flower shadow appear more and more calm.

Wu Jin was in front of the desk, wearing a spring shirt and a crane cloak. He had a headache due to a cold. He put one elbow on the desk, put his palm on his forehead, and rubbed his forehead with his thumb and middle finger on both sides of his forehead.

The wind stirred the flowers, his nose felt cold, and he also sneezed. (End of chapter)