Country and Beauty

Although the Xianbei member s that were trapped in the Guinong City lacked food, it did not mean that Murong You would be hungry. Although he was not enjoying his life in the past, at the very least, he would not be like the other ordinary Xianbei member s who were so hungry that they would feel dizzy and weak. At this time, Murong You and a group of ministers from a few tribes were sitting around the Residence of General; Murong You was drinking horse milk and chewing on a piece of jerky. These ministers, generals, all belonged to the upper echelons. No matter how terrible they were, they would not starve like the ordinary herdsmen. Although they could not eat and drink well like before, they were at least not as hungry as skinny dogs.

One by one, they looked at Murong You who was wolfing down her meat. Murong You looked at the personal guards whose eyes were emitting a green light and quickly stuffed the dried meat in her hands into her mouth. Suddenly, the outside of the clinic was in a mess. Murong You brought a group of officials outside to check on the situation.

It turned out that a small leader was hiding a palm sized piece of dried meat. When the other soldiers saw this, they rushed forward to snatch it from him. Murong You looked at the corpse on the ground, his head spinning, his vision turning black, this was his personal guard, his blood and sweat crystallization, his last resort. Who would have thought that Xie Fei would cause these fifty thousand elite soldiers to kill each other, causing no more than a few hundred pieces of mutton to fall onto the city walls. "Now that we are facing a great enemy, these janissaries are only left with a few hundred soldiers, yet they are actually willing to fight each other for the sake of meat." There was no saving him! There's no saving him! " If even the most elite soldiers were out of control, could they be saved? Murong You was in despair. His vision went black, and he fainted once again. "Stop, stop!" Murong You rode on his steed and shouted loudly in the middle of the main camp's troops. His voice was hoarse and not only did the soldiers not stop, they started to attack even more ferociously.

"Xie Fei, you are ruthless! You are the devil! A shameless and despicable devil. " Murong You suddenly looked up to the sky, releasing a mournful wail like a ghost, he fell down from his horse, spitting out large mouthfuls of blood.

In fact, it was not that the normal herdsmen did not want to join the battle, it was just that they were too tired, they were too hungry, they could not wield their blades, and could not kill. Even if food was placed in front of them, they would not be able to eat it, it was not that the Xianbei member did not want to fight over it, but they did not have the strength to fight for it. Finally, after a long time, Murong You woke up. However, he did not go and give the order to the troops. They started to cry, Murong You's cries were like the howls of a wolf, filled with grief and indignation, making people's hair stand on end.

The current Murong You did not have a sturdy body, she was just like a skinny dog, almost like a bamboo pole. Her appearance was haggard, and she did not look like a human. Her eyes were sunken in deep sockets. If he did not have that layer of human skin, he would have definitely treated him like a skeleton. Amongst so many Xianbei member, who would suffer the most? Needless to say, it must be Murong You!

If he had the power to return the favor cleanly, with Murong You's courage, he would naturally not be afraid. Unfortunately, he had no way to fight back. If he fought in a battle of wishful thinking, then the result would be certain. He was asking to be humiliated. It was just that Murong You had no other choice. Now that the Xianbei member was afraid of being killed by the Black Shirt Army, they would rather starve themselves to death in the city than fight with the Black Shirt Army.

The Xianbei member on top of the city wall looked at Black Shirt Army who was standing in formation, she was terrified, her face was filled with despair, his body was trembling, and the sound of "ge ge" could be heard from between her teeth. It was the last year of the Eastern Han Dynasty, when General Gongsun Zeng, the White Horse General, took a firm stance against the ethnic minorities of the North, battling bravely and shaking the border with his might. He had killed to the point where his soul was frightened out of his body. From then on, he never felt fear for the Han Army, not even when he faced the White Horse Yi!

Being surrounded by the Black Shirt Army, the fresh end was certain, it was death. There were two ways to make the fresh meat die. The first way was to let the fresh meat starve to death, and the second way was to kill the Black Shirt Army. These two methods of death were the same, and the result was the same. However, she still wanted to starve to death if she had to. To be killed by the Black Shirt Army, there was no complete corpse, only minced meat, that was simply too terrifying. Although they had no consciousness after death and everything was empty, they still hoped to have a complete corpse.

On the eighth day after the rami cordis was surrounded and just as the sky brightened, Murong You received a disheartening news. Another few hundred people in the city had starved to death.

"My lord, the only thing we can do now is to escape. Flee quickly!" All the ministers started to urge him at once, their faces were full of panic and their eyes full of fear.

Just then, a very familiar smell floated in the air. It was fragrant, and very fragrant. Every Xianbei member knew that this was the smell of roast lamb. Ever since Xie Fei surrounded the Guinong City, in order to prevent the Xianbei member from going all out and fighting a war, he ordered the entire Black Shirt Army to stop them from lighting fire to cook, and to eat all the rations in the army. Right now, Xie Fei was using the aroma of the lamb to lure the Xianbei member out of the city to snatch the Black Shirt Army's food.

"What do you guys think? Where should a mighty warrior die?" Murong You suddenly stood up, with his eyes wide open, she swept his eyes over the officials and the commoners and questioned them loudly.

"On the battlefield, on the path to attack the enemy!" Yuwen Erxing, the ministers, and the nearby Xianbei member all miraculously resonated as they all roared in unison. At first, the roar was only near Murong You. Very quickly, the news spread across the entire rami cordis. As long as one could speak, no matter if they were injured or on the verge of death, all of them would scream. Even now, there were still thousands of surviving soldiers, and the number of herdsmen was still no less than 500,000. Although they were weak and hungry, their roars were still powerful, as if they had taken drugs, and did not look like they had been starving for seven or eight days.

"A mighty warrior, the place where one should die in battle is on the battlefield, where one can launch an attack on the enemy." Murong You brandished the bent blade in her hand and shouted, "Warriors of the Great Wu and the Great Yue Yang, we have no strength left, we have no way to survive. Rather than to just sit there and wait for death, why don't we warriors of the Great Yue Yang and the Great Wu fight with the Han dog? Grab our cattle, horses, sheep, and let our blood dry for the great! "Warriors with high status, take up your scimitars and pull out your bows. In order to prevent us from destroying the seeds of the low status Chinese, we will fight to the bloody end with the despicable Chinese!"

"In order to prevent the Great Fresh Death Clan from exterminating their race, protect our descendants!" Hundreds of thousands of voices echoed in unison. The sound shot up into the sky and shattered the clouds.

"Seize back our cattle and sheep. Our cattle and sheep are only fit to be used by us great warriors who are fresh and inferior." Murong You spread her legs, waved her scimitar and roared in the air. Not only that, they were like a flood, gathering behind Murong You. There were men, women, elderly, and children, and as long as they could run, they would follow behind Murong You. They just couldn't run, they just crawled on the ground.

Not long after, a few minutes later, countless Xianbei member gathered behind Murong You, all of them brandishing their scimitars or drawing their bows and arrows, looking as if they were ready to die! The power of the spirit is terrible,

A nation, a people, need heroes because heroes are their spiritual pillar, can comfort, can motivate them. This is extremely important for a country, for a people. When these pillars were chopped down, the consequences were disastrous for the freshmen. Their last hope was swallowed up, and they didn't even have the courage to live anymore. After the great battle, with Fu Jian's troops being defeated like a mountain, Murong Chui stood out once again and turned the tides. He was able to rely on his own strength to fight against the high morale Northern Residence Army and save Fu Jian. In the history of the Wu Hu, Murong Chui was definitely a myth, to the point that a "Murong Chui died" rumor was able to cause the entire army of Yan State to crumble.

Due to the arrival of Xie Fei, this otherworldly butterfly, history had already undergone a quiet change. The founding emperor of the antecedent, Murong Huang, had now become Wang Meng's captive, and was naturally unable to create a legend again, although Xie Fei was also trying his best to suppress the rise of the Mu-Rong's disease, but his history had a certain degree of resilience. Just as the Xianbei member within the Guinong City were about to be completely wiped out, and the fresh and low races were about to be exterminated, Murong You stood out.

Fresh inferiority was a contradictory race. They were old and weak, the strong preyed on the weak, and they followed the law of the jungle. Even if they killed their parents, they wouldn't necessarily be sad, and might even be very happy. Even if they killed them, they would still secretly endure it. However, if they truly wanted their entire race to be wiped out and their descendants to be cut off, then they would be heartbroken. They would risk their lives for the sake of their children.

Finally, he was no longer afraid, no longer in despair, and instead, he turned back without hesitation. This was the most selfless event in all of history. For once in the history of freshness!

"Seize back our cattle and sheep, and give our children a chance for survival!" The more they shouted, the more their spirits increased. All of their eyes flashed with a bloodthirsty light, like a hungry wolf on the desert. It was as if he had returned to the moment when he was galloping across the prairie. The reason why a once very powerful horseback race could survive in the long history and not perish after experiencing so many defeats was because they had something special about them!

Killing intent and killing intent began to dissipate, the bloodthirsty and aggressive nature was aroused once again. They looked at Black Shirt Army who was in the midst of fighting. She was no longer a god of death, no longer a lifesaver that frightened them, but their prey, their enemy, and their mortal enemy. This was because the Black Shirt Army wanted their race to be destroyed. For the sake of future generations, one could disregard life and death! Being young and strong was their capital. However, there would be a day when they would grow old, and their children and grandchildren would flourish.

Murong You asked all the clan leaders to gather all of the children of the various tribes together, there were about a hundred thousand of them. Murong You shouted loudly, "You are all warriors of our great and humble future, the hope of our great and inferior. Today, all of you should open your eyes wide for me, your fathers, and I will use our blood and lives to open a path for you. If you guys have the chance to escape today, you will head north and escape back to the holy land of our Great Fresh Immortal Clan, which is the Great Western Mountain. There, you will recuperate and train diligently in the army, and when you grow up and grow strong, you will drink a horse from the Yellow River and take revenge for us! "

From this moment onwards, these youths were destined to have their seeds of hatred buried by Murong You. They were no longer weak youths. Instead, they were all bloodthirsty wolves. Murong You ordered all the adults in the clan to give all the food they had, the strongest horses, the sharpest machetes, and the best bows and arrows to the children.

"What happened to the freshness?" Beigong Chun had a face full of surprise, as he sized up the full and fresh look on her face, and was extremely puzzled.

Forget about Beigong Chun, who among Zu Ti, Ran Zhan, Qi Yu and the others could understand it? All of them looked at the freshness with disbelief, their faces full of astonishment. The freshness that was initially allowed to be slaughtered by the Black Shirt Army, had miraculously revived. It was brimming with vigor and murderous intent, just like a hungry wolf on the desert.

"My lord, what do you think happened?" Qi Yu observed that under Murong You's stimulation, he had recovered his fighting spirit and looked confused.

"I heard that the Xianbei member is a lowly old man, the strong preys on the weak, and they follow the law of the jungle. Xie Fei rubbed his forehead, feeling that something was out of his expectation: "I originally thought, if we surrounded rami cordis, it would cause the freshness and despair, and cause us to lose our last bit of fighting spirit, I was wrong! "She actually has high fighting spirit!"

"My lord, didn't you just lose your last fighting spirit?" Zu Ti confirmed: "Master is right!"

"But still fresh and full of spirit! Once again raising their heads and chests! " Xie Fei was still somewhat astonished. This move of Xie Fei's was indeed vicious enough, and landed on the vital point of the fresh air. However, who would've thought that this matter would actually arouse Xue Yu's fighting spirit at the very last moment? This was something that no one could measure up to.

Even Murong You did not expect that he would regain control of the situation at the last moment, and allow Yue Shuang to listen to his commands once again. At this time, Murong You looked at the lively scene in front of him, as if he was in a dream. Although the Mu-Rong's disease was the strongest tribe in the world, with a population of two million, and the number of men controlling the strings at least three hundred thousand, only these people from the direct bloodline of the Mu-Rong's disease, who knew how to leave the most fertile land for their own people, it could be said that Murong Dian's troops had no doubt that he would win. Although the advance of the southern side of the Mu-Rong's disease was earlier than expected, it could be said that Murong Dian's strength was much stronger than history, if not for Xie Fei, the outcome would be certain. If the Xianbei member s in the various counties of the Liaodong were to be considered to have submitted to the Mu Rong, they were not considered true descendants. If they were to be defeated in this battle, the history of the Mu Rong would be rewritten.

"Fresh and low, as expected of a tyrannical race that roamed the great desert. Their reputation is worthy of such performance!" Under Murong You's encouragement, Xie Fei looked down on Yue Yang, whose fighting spirit was growing stronger and stronger, and actually started to praise him.

"My lord, do you praise the freshness?" Qi Yu was a little depressed: "Master, quickly give the order, we need our brothers to attack faster, we cannot let Fresh Breeze succeed."

Right now, it was the perfect opportunity for Black Shirt Army to kill him. She had to eliminate the anger in him before Murong You could completely awaken her low fighting spirit. Otherwise, if she gave Murong You a boost in morale, a blood battle oath would be inevitable. Although Xianbei member had been starving for seven or eight days and they almost had no strength left, this would still bring more or less casualties to the Black Shirt Army. One person fighting with their life on the line, ten people wouldn't be a match for them! Hundreds of thousands of people were going all out. The result could be imagined.

"A bloody battle is unavoidable! At this moment, it was impossible to extinguish the low and fresh arrogance within him. After all, there are so many people, hundreds of thousands of people who will not be able to be killed in a short period of time! " Maybe it was because of this kind of national cohesion that the Fresh Subordinate Tribe did not die for a thousand years. Although there was no such race as the Fresh Subordinate Tribe currently, it could be verified that the current Turkish people were directly related to the Mu-Rong's disease, and the Yuwen Department had passed on to the Chidan Clan, and the current Dahan Clan, as well as one of the three main branches of the Eastern Hu, the famous Mongolia, was also a branch of the Eastern Hu tribe like the Eastern Village and the Security Clan.

I really want to know how historians are ashamed to say that they are also the descendants of Yan Huang, Chinese people, and I really feel ashamed for those experts.

"My lord, you actually praise this barbarian?!" Zu Ti was very speechless.

"Hate, does not prevent me from admitting the strength of the enemy!" Xie Fei still had a smile on his face. Suddenly, his face sank as he said with contempt, "But, on the battlefield, not only are we not fighting with fighting spirit, we still need strength! Now, how can they fight us when they are hungry? This battle went smoothly for us, Zu Ti, don't you think that we are missing something? "

"My lord, what is missing?" Zu Ti asked in confusion.

"Bloodlust!" A bloody collision! " Xie Fei's right hand held onto the blade tightly, his voice was extremely cold, "I will let Yue Shuang know what true blood truly means!"

Even if one became a soldier, they would not be a good soldier. During the Qin and Han Dynasties, the Chinese people had been stimulated in all aspects and created countless glory, and the Tang Dynasty was the same. Although the Song Dynasty was prosperous, the Song Dynasty's army was only lacking in blood. If not, can a new China be established? If Chinese soldiers were not courageous, could they have beaten up the Americans so that they wouldn't dare to look down on Chinese soldiers for decades?

Although the outcome of this battle was not bad for the Black Shirt Army, because Xie Fei had dealt with it appropriately, the battle had gone smoothly and there had not been a direct confrontation with the freshness. It was truly a pity that there had not been a direct confrontation. Although the weapons were powerful, and their casualties had been reduced to the lowest, it was still hard to avoid such regrets. Xie Fei had his own foresight, so he wasn't the same as everyone else. Perhaps repelling the low and fresh could save his life for ten or twenty years, but if he wanted to solve the problem once and for all, he needed to use his full strength. If it had been during the self-defense counterattack, China would not have dared to make a ruckus even if its wrists had been a little bit harder. If it had been a time when China had released its blood and attacked New Delhi, Ah San would have been a good boy.

"Master, you're right!" Zu Ti was in complete agreement with Xie Fei's words, "Thinking back then, Emperor Han Wu vowed to kill the Huns and carry out the difficult northern war, which resulted in a bloody collision. That was why the Southern Huns surrendered and the Northern Huns fled far away.

If Black Shirt Army fought head on with him, there would be no flaw in the battle, and that would be perfect. Xie Fei said excitedly: "This is great, this is too great!"

Although Zu Ti was knowledgeable, he still looked at Xie Fei puzzledly. It was only at this time that Xie Fei realized that he had spoken wrongly again, and luckily Xie Fei had been suppressing his emotions the entire time, so he did not say anything loudly at this time.

Xie Fei was speechless, and could only reluctantly explain: "What's good, what's good is good is good!"

Zu Ti thought about it, but this was also the reason.

Xie Fei's eyes flashed: Then let's wait to kill! Let go of that kill! "

On the other side, Beigong Chun's tiger eyes flashed, he sized up his spirit, and couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Haha! I've finally found out that Freshness is a little cute! "

"General of the Northern Palace, what do you mean by that? How can a freshness be lovable? " Immediately, a soldier asked in confusion.

"The battle has come to this point. Although it has gone smoothly, it is not enough!"

Beigong Chun's huge head shook uncontrollably, his wide mouth opened wide, his imposing manner bold and powerful: "The fresh and inferior ones do not dare to go all out, we did not have a good fight! If we try to take back their cattle and sheep, we will slaughter all those who dare to go all out against us. We will use their bodies and blood to establish a rule, and those who offend us, the strong ones, will be killed as far as we can. He used fresh blood to prove this heroic speech! Say, is there anything happier than this? Isn't it cute? " After he explained everything to them, the soldiers understood that he was very happy and could not help but agree, "It's indeed a little cute!"

He could not help but shake his head. Although he was a wise man, and had an imposing manner, and high fighting spirit, what they fought for on the battlefield was strength. It was not because they had high morale, but because their fighting spirit would be able to win, their morale was not bad, and their fighting spirit was not dependable. However, did they have the strength to win? Moreover, the armor was thick, and even when the Xianbei member was at its peak, he would not necessarily be able to slash it open with just a single slash. Now, even her warhorse was so skinny, and the Black Shirt Army did not stop them, why did they have to run so fast?

Behind him, there were hundreds of thousands of angry people rushing towards the east gate like tides of water. The wave was magnificent, when Xie Fei climbed onto the charging car, he could not even see what the head of the group was looking forward to. All of them were fresh and inferior as they brandished their scimitars, valiantly charging towards the people like dragons and tigers.

"Kill!" Murong You was the first to rush to the front of the city gate. With a wave of the curved blade in her hand, she roared loudly like thunder, it was extremely terrifying, but she stopped, and did not rush forward. He rushed up, and was sure that he did not want to die right now.

How could Xianbei member know what he was thinking? She was so excited by Murong You's words that her head was spinning, and all of them responded to Murong You's call to action, rushing up without hesitation. However, it was like a rain of arrows welcoming them all.

The charge of the cavalry relied on the inertia and speed of the war horses, the endless rain of arrows shot at people first, the horses in front fell to the ground, but the cavalry on the horses' backs were still alive, and the fresh horse behind was stepping on their corpses, valiantly charging on, without fear of death. Of course, their harvest was the same, they were killed by the Black Shirt Army.

The road in front of the city gate was not wide, it was only one hundred and fifty meters, both sides of the road were set up by Xie Fei, and it was fortified with trenches that were ten meters wide and forty meters deep. Furthermore, it was not one, but a total of three trenches.

In a battlefield that was not wide, it just so happened that they could unleash the might of the Black Shirt Army's crossbow. First, they used crossbow s, used up more than a million of their crossbow arrows, and then used their horizontal blades, javelins, and horse-chopping knife slashes to kill them. There were many weak ones, but they could not be used. There were many Black Shirt Army s, but they could take turns fighting. It was a pity that the protection of the Black Shirt Army was extremely good, there was no doubt about the protective ability of the Bright Light Armor. When the arrow hit the Black Shirt Army's body, it was only a crisp sound of impact, it simply could not hurt the Black Shirt Army, other than some unfortunate fellows who had been shot in the face and lost their lives, the casualties of the Black Shirt Army were negligible.

"Dong, dong, dong!" Xie Fei did not let his men bring out the powerful impact on the chariot array, but allowed his men to bring one drum up. Xie Fei grabbed the drumstick, fiercely smashed it onto the drum, and released a sound that shook the sky and earth, which spread far far away. Every time a drum sounded, Murong You felt as if Xie Fei did not hit the drum, but had hit his heart. Black Shirt Army followed Xie Fei's drumbeats, and with a loud shout, tens of thousands of men brandished their blades, causing a blood mist to appear, the battle scene was too tragic to watch.

"As long as the black shirt strikes, I am invincible!" Battle horn rang, and the Black Shirt Army began a ruthless massacre … …

"Single foramina, twin foramina, release!"

"Archers, get ready!" "Fire!"

"Raise the horse-chopping knife! "Chop!"

"Horizontal blade, sweeping, chopping!"

The sounds of arrows and crossbows continuously rang in the Black Shirt Army. They were like poisonous snakes that jumped towards the freshness, ruthlessly harvesting the freshness of life horse-chopping knife s that were held high, cold light flashing, chopping them into pieces, no matter if they were dead or alive! The battlefield was playing the music of death.

At this moment, if one were to look from the sky, then the entire battlefield would be extremely shocking. A hundred thousand Black Shirt Army s and four hundred thousand Yin disciples, that was five hundred to six hundred thousand people.

The purpose of all this was to open up a path of survival for their children. However, no matter how hard they tried, they were unable to succeed in their bravery, leaving behind countless corpses. The corpses on the battlefield were now a thick layer. The blood that dripped from the corpse made a "hua hua" sound as a red stream flowed down. It was very eye-catching. Gradually, a small river of blood gathered on the ground. Gradually, the river of blood reached the level of his feet.

Xianbei member hurriedly rode her horse, dripping with blood, stepping on her comrade's corpse. She howled, waved her curved blade, and pounced towards Black Shirt Army like a hungry wolf meeting with a lamb. Life is like grass, life is like ants, only this much!