Dark Age

Chapter 250 Inside Changyang City
"Ye Mo, don't mess around, this is a nobleman from the heavens, helping us." Lu Yuanjun stood up, "Although he is a bit arrogant, he is a man from the heavens after all, and his master is still deep in the madness of demons in the northwest , led our army of 1000 people, and destroyed [-] demons, although only four masters and slaves came back..."

Although Lu Yuanjun was persuading Ye Mo, his words changed several times. Obviously, he was quite dissatisfied with the other party. 1000 people died in vain, and what they got in return was only [-] abyssal demons. Such a price is too heavy .

Ye Mo sneered in his heart, and he grabbed Bei Tian's neck with one hand.

"Looking at your technique, there is a shadow of a thief. It should be a thief. Don't you look at who I am, Grandpa, the 20th-level boxing champion."

The other party was very disdainful, and punched Ye Mo. In his opinion, Ye Mo was a thief, and it was absolutely impossible to reach the extraordinary realm, so he was so casual.

However, the next moment, he felt pain and was shocked.

Ye Mo shook his fist with one hand, and then his fist slid open in the air. His hand speed was extremely fast, and a slender but powerful hand pinched his neck in an instant.

"A boxing champion at level 20, that's all. So what about people from the heavens. It's just that there are a few more gods. Let my earth develop for a few more years, and gods can also appear."

"I wanted to break your hand at first, but I was afraid it would get my hands dirty. Now, just get out of here." He swung one arm, and Bei Tian's body directly smashed through the window and was thrown out.

Glass shattered.

Some were still stained with blood.

The meeting room fell silent.

There was a little more light in Lu Yuanjun's eyes, and as for Lin Langtian, he finally lifted his wrinkled eyelids, as if he didn't see anything, an old voice said: "Since you are eager to save brother, then I It is allowed to go to Changyang City, and I will send you the warrant for customs clearance, and I will also allow you to bring your own 200 people there."

Ye Mo rolled his eyes in his heart, this old guy is already so smart.

Lin Langtian was not happy with the so-called heavenly people, but on the other hand, he wanted to try Ye Mo's skills. In his territory, he could naturally perceive that Ye Mo was already level 20.

Ye Mo and Lin Qianye nodded, even if they left in a hurry, men and women in troubled times, get together less and part more, this is also a kind of helplessness.

Ye Mo now has to go to Zhang Shuo and the others. He can't complete this kind of rescue by himself, but if he adds two hundred demon hunters, including a fortune teller, it will be different.

However, the specific plan hasn't been decided yet, so he must discuss it with Jiang Liu'er as soon as possible.

As for the revenge of the servants and masters of the heavenly realm, Ye Molian is not afraid of level 30, let alone his master, anyway, it is still difficult for the legendary realm to descend to the realm.

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The north wind whimpered, the dark sky and the earth were muddy, the weather system was completely disordered, and it was summer again, but the cold wind was still blowing from Siberia, bringing wind, frost and dry and cold sand.

One after another, the cold wind rolled the sand and moved south from the farther north until it hit an invisible wall and was completely blocked out.

The wind stopped here, and the sand fell, forming a thick layer and another layer outside Changyang City.

The corpses that were originally on the ground were also submerged by the sand city, turning them into a haze.

Changyang City is the ancient capital of China, and it is also the only ancient architectural style that China has preserved so far.

Unlike modern cities, the outer periphery of Changyang City is a city wall that has been mottled by the years, and some rusty forts can still be seen on the city wall.

There is a place where the beacon fire burns smoke, and there is a place where archers set up crossbows.

Here, it used to be the ancient capital of many dynasties and experienced various wars. In the sunny era, it was a famous tourist attraction. The red corridors and flying corners in the city have some rhythm.

However, now it is bleak.

Fang Heng is a soldier under Yang Ou, following Colonel Yang Ou... No, to be precise, it was Major General Yang Ou who fought all the way.

From a small soldier to Yang Ou's personal guard, he is very proud, young and frivolous, he can brag wantonly with those brothers and flower girls in the capital.

But now...

With a plaster cast on his hand, he walked silently through the temporary barracks. The soldiers along the way had their faces scorched, and they collapsed on the ground weakly. The armor on their bodies was stained with blood, and their skin was chapped by the dry weather.

The faces of the soldiers turned pale, and their lips lost their luster. They couldn't help it, so they grabbed a handful of dirt and stuffed it into their mouths. After chewing a few mouthfuls, they spit it out again.

Fang Heng looked shocked and sad.

He looked at the gray sky, with the formation, even if it was a little rain, it would be difficult to fall into it.

The river in the city has long since dried up.

He smacked his mouth and tried to squeeze out a little saliva from his mouth, but found that it was useless at all, his stomach was so hungry that he lost his feeling.

They have been trapped here for half a month, and the supplies are getting less and less.

Of the [-] soldiers, [-] died in the war, and [-] remained, but there were still [-] ordinary people in this city.

"Food! We need food!" A group of ordinary people clamored outside the temporary military camp, throwing stones and some waste in from time to time.

"The army is incompetent, let the people sacrifice! Waste, the army is waste."

"If it wasn't for you, my daughter wouldn't have died...and my family's life."

A stone hit the guard's head, and blood flowed out on the spot.

Fang Heng clenched his fist tightly, he took a deep breath, and then left quickly.

In the center of the barracks, in a house.

As soon as Fang Heng came to the door, he heard the sound of arguing inside.

"Idiot, idiot, although you are the eldest brother, I have to scold you this time."

Fang Heng recognized that this was Chen Zifeng, deputy inspector general, and the entire army, he was the only one who dared to scold Major General Yang like that.

"What's the use of those ordinary people? If it wasn't for saving them, you wouldn't be trapped in Changyang City, and I wouldn't be trapped with you."

"If we give up those 5 people, we will have a chance to survive. Otherwise, we will starve to death before we get reinforcements."

"5 people, you can't kill them! You can't give up!"

Yang Ou's rigid voice came from inside.

"The army's sword has always been external, and cannot be used against ordinary people."

"You are an army, but our Supervision Office is not. If you don't kill them, I will kill them, isn't it 5 people? Killing them will not only save our food, but I bet they must have some food stored in their homes." Food, this is the inferiority of human beings."

The noise inside was raging, Fang Heng bit the bullet and knocked on the door.

"Come in!"

Push the door in.

Yang Ou was standing near the desk, while Chen Zifeng was facing the window, his body was heaving violently, obviously still angry.

Fang Heng looked at Yang Ou. He still remembered that when he first followed Major General Yang, he had black hair and a hard and serious face. Now, the black hair was mixed with white hair, and his face was mature and old. Many, you know, he is only in his twenties, and he is still a demon hunter.

Fang Heng's heart twitched, especially in the recent period, Major General Yang hardly ate much, and he lost a lot of weight.

Demon hunters' ability to withstand hunger is stronger than that of ordinary people, but they are not extraordinary, and after all, the difference will not be too much.

"Report, general, our food, save and save, only has one day's worth left."

"Hmph, one day, brother, let me see what you do!" Chen Zifeng sneered at the side, "If we kill those 5 people, we can survive for at least ten more days, believe it or not."

Yang Ou ignored Chen Zifeng, and said to Fang Heng: "Pass the order, demon hunter, bear with it, and give the rest of the food to ordinary people."

After finishing speaking, there was a sigh.

"Report, there is another matter. The plague can't be suppressed, and it has begun to spread in the city. The number of doctors is too small, and there is nothing to do... General, if the reinforcements don't arrive, within three days, I'm afraid There will be chaos."

Yang Ou looked at Fang Heng, who was somewhat desperate, and his heart sank. Even Fang Heng was like this, so the pressure on those soldiers and ordinary people was even greater.

He waved.

"I know, I will find a way about this matter."

(End of this chapter)