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Although this method seems a little bloody, it is the only solution for these refugees. They don't know who to blame. They originally lived near the border. Although their life was not rich, at least they could have a meal to eat next time.

However, due to the looting by the imperial army, they lost everything in their homes and the entire city was engulfed in flames. Suhguman wanted to turn them into refugees. Only when they became refugees would the Tang army stop advancing.

Now Sukhguman's trick has been accomplished, but how can we survive? We are also flesh and blood, and we also need food and water. Sukhguman doesn't think about this at all, just leaving this mess here, and he lives comfortably in the rear.

The soldiers and civilians on the city wall also understood this, and they did not want to kill these refugees, but the problem was that if they did not kill you now, when the city wall collapsed, you would come in like wild beasts, and we would also be like you, turning from ordinary civilians into refugees.

When Suhguman first thought of this idea, someone under his command pointed out that your idea is purely a vicious cycle. The army robbed the first batch and turned the people near the border into refugees. These refugees will rob the second batch and turn the people inside the border into refugees. Then the number of refugees will increase, and eventually they will move south. By then, the entire northern part of the empire may be full of refugees, and the total number of refugees may reach millions or even tens of millions.

If that time really came, no matter what measures the Arab Empire took, it would not be able to avoid the civil unrest.

Thinking of this, the city lord suddenly drew out the steel knife in his hand. Even if it was not for the sake of the people in the city, he could not let these people rush in. Once they rushed in, the vicious cycle would begin. The Tang Empire might be able to take down many cities in the north of the Arab Empire without any effort.

"No one can be shown mercy. The people below are not our brothers. If they come in, they will drink up all our blood. Now raise your steel knives and chop down anyone who tries to climb up."

After hearing the words of the City Lord, everyone present was shocked. You know, the City Lord's attitude is the most gentle. When there is nothing else, the City Lord even wants to give some help to the refugees outside the city. But why did the City Lord's attitude change so quickly?

Of course, they were no longer in the mood to think about this. With the help of the corpses, many people were less than two meters away from the city wall. They could even see each other's eyes. At this moment, some people on the city wall hesitated, but more people moved the stones next to them without hesitation and threw them at the people below.

Some people were only two meters away from the city wall, and they could have climbed up if they waited a little longer, but a large amount of boiling oil was poured down from the wall, and stones rained down like raindrops, knocking all these people down. Hundreds of people died below the city wall in an instant, but the people above seemed to have no emotions, and kept doing similar actions. They had only one goal, which was to kill all these people, not let them get close to the top of the city wall, and not let them have any hope.

When suppressing the refugees, all the generals knew that if you gave them hope, more people would do the same thing. The lives of refugees were worthless, and everyone knew that. Once they saw a glimmer of hope, a large number of refugees would rush forward one after another, and it would be impossible for you to stop them. Now there are more than tens of thousands of refugees outside the city. They seem to have contacted each other long ago. It's either you or me tonight. When the city lord decided to shoot these people, they were unwilling to make a small fight, because from tonight, the city lord's heart has become as cold as an iceberg. We will never have the opportunity to get close to the city wall. When tomorrow morning comes, they will not even allow us to cool down under the city wall.

Under such a strong sun, if they were to be exposed in the open space outside the city, they would only be able to survive for two or three hours at most. I'm afraid the moisture in their bodies would be dried up. We must fight our way in tonight. Otherwise, after a whole day of exposure to the sun tomorrow, by tomorrow night we won't even be able to move, let alone attack the city. That would be a luxury.

The torches on the city wall were lit, and then someone threw torches down. When the boiling oil on the city wall poured down, a huge flame ignited under the city wall. Many people couldn't help but be afraid at this time.

When it was pitch black just now, many people didn't know what was happening under the city wall. Even though many refugees were shot by arrows, they were still able to rush upwards. There was actually a lot of blood on the ground, but because of the darkness, no one could see it, so there was not so much fear.

They knew that they were stepping on the bodies of their companions, but they still had the ability to ventilate. But if everything was clear, for example, if there was a fire lighting the way, would these people still have the courage to do so? I'm afraid they wouldn't.

The first ones to feel the collapse were the women. Looking at the sticky mixture of blood and oil moving slowly under the city wall, they felt like vomiting. Then they looked under their feet and saw something like mud. But this thing was definitely not mud. Think about how many people died today, and you will know what this thing is.

Many women were running around crying and shouting. They just wanted to escape from this hell. Without their support, the road that had been built by fighting began to collapse. Some people were tripped while running and never had a chance to get up again. When you were running around, others were also running around. One kick from one person was enough to trample you to death.

When more boiling oil poured down, the people under the city wall screamed in pain due to being burned. When the boiling oil fell on their bodies, the first thing they felt was pain. However, it was not the most painful now, because no fire was thrown down from the city wall yet. When torches were thrown down from the city wall, you would know what real pain was.

The flames grew bigger and bigger, almost forming a 40-meter-long fire dragon, all of which was burned by the combination of boiling oil and people... (End of this chapter)