: 3601 The Wind of the Empire (22)

　　 "Did you see the front? That's Longshibao, we have 500,000 people, and there are only 70,000 or 80,000 people across the street. Everyone moves forward, lays down Longshibao and returns to Dijing!"
The captains of the Longjiajun snorted loudly in the crowd. With the slogan screaming out, the northwestern refugees, who were still wandering in the face, suddenly added a fanaticism, countless weapons were held up, and the fluctuations of the deafening cry , Like a sea is tossing
Crowded in the crowd, Qian Qian also clenched the sharp long wooden stick in his hand and used his hysterical force to press down his inner fear. His broken shirt had already become a mess of cloth and was thin. The cheeks, two cheekbones rise high, like human skin draped over a skull, thin hands and feet, skinny like wood, it seems that it can be blown down with only a gust of wind, like him, it is almost what the northwestern refugees are like now. Under the rule of the prairie people, they are struggling with pain, unable to eat, and the living environment is even worse
More than one million people in the northwest entered the Yanzhou with the Longjia army. It seems that the number of people is staggering, but the entire northwest is not only more than one million people. The population, only one million people entered Yanzhou, and the rest either died in local villages in the northwest, or fell on the road to follow, more than two million people, just this number is enough to shock, It’s already a blessing that they didn’t fall on the road, and there are a few people who can look like people, and the hungry are all out of shape. Only their eyes are deep in the sunken orbit, and they can also make People feel a person's breath
Most of these northwestern migrants are the same as Zhao Qian. They are just ordinary farmers in a village in the northwest. In the early years, they were all farming. Although the harsh taxes and donations in the churches are as much as cattle hair, they can still live. In the next two years, Then I realized that there was a kind of living that was more uncomfortable than dead
　　Prairie people came, everything changed,
Zhao Qian did not know that it was not just the northwest. After facing the loss of Yanzhou, millions of prairie people poured into the village. Chao Tang ordered the abandonment of the north of the big river directly, hoping to use these land and population to temporarily hold Yelu's ambition to go south, the emperor ran away, the minister ran away, the army was withdrawn, and the rest was only silently accepted by the civilians. The army that has spent so much money to raise it can’t even stop the prairie people. Even if they really can’t win, they will send a letter to everyone, so that everyone can run away. No, none, no government. The people who ran the fastest, followed by the local military garrison, who shouted to defend their homeland and defend the country, vowing to coexist and die with the northwest. When the prairie people entered the northwest in a big way, even their personal shadows could not be seen.
The fiery red flames swept the sky, no one sheltered and evaded, homes were burned, countless Central Biya people were taken into slavery by the nobles of the grasslands, and were regarded as property that could talk and walk, in order to prevent these long-legged property from running The grassland people are naturally managed by the most cruel means. If one person resists, one hundred people will be killed and one place will resist. Just kill all the Central Biya people within ten miles of the neighborhood, countless people died in the hands of the prairie people, watching people die every day, watching the cruel prairie people invade their homes, holding women in the hair like dragging animals Get away from home. A little rebellion was a massacre. When the head was hung and hung on the city gate by air-drying, they succumbed. When they knew that death was no longer the most terrible, but a relief,
　　 Snow began to fall again, and the light on the horizon had quickly condensed the color, and the gloomy silver gray was reflected in the shimmer
　　 "Go forward! Kill the prairie people!"
　　 "Kill the prairie man!"
　　 "Go forward, kill the prairie people"
　　 When the shouts converged into a sound that shook the world, everything became less terrible, moving forward step by step. The black pressure composed of nearly 100,000 people crushes a large group of boundless and shoreless teams. When there is more people, even the timid people will start to be fierce. Moreover, these people, they just hate the grassland people. The Northwestern Central Biya who took a bite, it was the hatred and determination from the bottom of his heart, the enemy who can make such a voice, every tooth and every hair of his is dangerous, here they have not Treat yourself as an adult again
　　 Suddenly, a stream of people like the sea tide hit the wall of the Longshibao, and the killing sound spread to the sky. Among them, the hostility of the Central Biya people gathered almost solidified, "Pap! Pap! Pap!" Dragon
On the wall of the stone castle, thousands of simple ladders were placed on the wall of the frozen icy wall, and the people in the back were pushed to the front.
　　 "Shoot!" Above the Longshibao, the prairie army soldier's face was extremely ugly, and there was a commotion. The archer who has raised the bow and arrow in his hand, the fingers pulling the bowstring tremble slightly, even the prairie man, in front of such a wave of people, the gaze under the thick helmet reveals a trace of tremor, the hand holding the prairie bow seems to have a heavy weight The sweat beads rolled down their foreheads. There are too many people underneath. Can this really stop them? Dense clusters of arrows flew down from the top of Longshibao, and shot heavily into the flow of people in Central Biya below, just like a bright and dazzling light spot, poo poo poo" sharp arrows shot into the city from all directions The crowded Central Biya people’s bodies, sharp arrows, even shot through their thin bodies, nailed deeply under their feet, blood on the wall tiles, exploded like bright red plum blossoms in winter,
"Ah" the sound of a violent arrow struck, but soon, it was overwhelmed by the fierce shouts above the battle line, and countless people climbing the city walls have already rushed straight up, covered with the crowd of the earth , The long dragon spread, the distance was quickly narrowed, and then, the collision!
　　The advantage of the number of Central Biyas is quickly manifested at this moment. Even if the grassland people block the filling, they still cannot stop the increase of the Central Biya people on the city walls
"Kill!" Zhao Qian climbed the walls of Longshibao. In a panic, he sharply pierced the sharp wooden stick in his hand into the stomach of a prairie soldier, so human blood was splashed to the northwest for the first time. On the farmer's face, Zhao Qian's eyes turned red only to find that this prairie man was already dead, and his body was covered with blood and flesh. Before he came up, he didn't know how many knives were cut,
　　 Zhao Qian gasped and pulled the stick out, no matter how bold, killing was his first time after all,
　　 "Attention, the prairie people come up!"
Still in a trance, Zhao Qian heard a shout from the companion next to him, and then a large piece of face was hit, half of the companion's head flew, and the countless blades of light in front of him, the grassland people screamed back Here comes a team of prairie men wearing armor who don’t know where they came from. The scimitar in their hands cut down dozens of Central Biars on the ground aggressively and beat back the unexpected Central Bibians. , One of the prairie men lifted the scimitar and chopped towards Zhao Qian leaning against the wall, a burst of fire, the scimitar slashed on the wall after hiding from Zhao Qian,
　　 Bing Ning flew across, opened the mouth on Zhao Qian's face, the grassland man grinned at the corner of his mouth, pulled back the blade sharply, wanted to cut again, but was suddenly caught by Zhao Qian's hand
　　 "Go to your girly!
Zhao Qian didn’t know where he came from. He immediately knocked the prairie man to the ground, and the scimitar fell to the ground. The two tangled and torn on the ground. Crazy rushed over, the other prairie people had to stand up, Zhao Qian hugged the prairie man with two punches, and the other party also gave back a punch. When he hugged the man, he saw the man in his face Shaking past in the field of vision, Zhao Qian opened his mouth and bit directly at the other person's head. "Poof" Zhao Qian only felt the smell in his mouth, and slammed hard, even tearing off half of the prairie man's face,
The man yelled and struggled fiercely. Zhao Qian raised his head and slammed it twice. Then he grabbed the scimitar that rolled nearby and plunged into the other person's stomach, and then towards the other person. Stabbed in the neck, the hot blood was stirred, and immediately poured on Zhao Qian's body
　　 At this moment, his body was already and like a ghost.
"Master Gulie is dead! Master Gulie was killed by the Central Biya! Zhao Qian did not notice that the prairie people who were fighting nearby had already started to retreat, and his fearful eyes fell on him, even unable to bear it. After taking a half step back, he suddenly started to turn back and run away. At this moment, not only did Zhao Qianlen, but also the other Chinese people in the battle were stunned.
Zhao Qian didn’t know that he accidentally killed the grassland people, most of them were Patriarch Gulie of the Anta Department, and one of the allies of the Fengtai Department. This is also the first time that the Grassland people have been killed by the Central Biya people since they went south. The dead patriarch, but after actually killing people, Zhao Qian felt for the first time that blood poured on his body, which was no longer a sticky touch. He even longed for this breath of blood. Only when blood from the bodies of these prairie people squirted out could he be relieved a little
The hatred in his heart, carrying the machete that represents the identity of the Anta clan, Zhao Qian climbed up and continued to rush past with his companion toward the front
　　 For the first time, Zhao Qian and other Central Biya people thought that the prairie people were actually not terrible, and they were also afraid of death. Otherwise, what would they run!
"Sir, the right line of Antabe's defense was swept away!" A grassland soldier reported to the frowning Fengtai tribal chief Mongolian Shen Shen, even he was the first to see such a terrible siege. What kind of tactics and the like have lost their effectiveness in front of the Chinese people who are constantly striking like the tide, and I don’t know where so many Chinese people came from, although the grassland army has obviously superior combat effectiveness. For these Central Biya, but they are so afraid of death, even the elite fighting force can’t bear it,
　　 "What are the ancient columns doing?" asked Mongolian strong-faced teeth and teeth.
　　 "Master Gulie was killed by a Central Biya!" The reported prairie soldier looked ugly.
"What, Gulie is dead!" Mongol's face changed, his lips trembled, and he wanted to say something. Finally, he punched the city wall with a punch. This battle has exceeded the expectations, if you know that you are behind the Dragon family There should be so many Central Asians that you should not stay
It has become a war of attrition. The weapons of the two sides are handed together, making an unpleasant metal squeak, and then pulled out with blood. Often a prairie man can kill three or four Central Bibians, but the Chinese over the city wall. The Asians are like they will never die. Although the scimitar in the hands of the prairie people is sharp, after cutting a few people in a row, they will become dull, and the blood flowing down from the edge of the knife is not specially designed. The handle becomes slippery
　　The prairie people first discovered that the Central Biya people were so terrible,
They have seen beasts, but they found that these Central Biya people are more terrible than the beasts on the grassland. Whoever has seen one thin and weak, even if the knife is cut on the body, will also make the sound of stuck bones. , As long as the blood is seen, those eyes are brushing with the red light that permeates, and the mouth utters an unknown scream, mad like a rush, slamming up with a thin hand like a pole. With his thin body pressed against his neck, the Central Biya who rushed up from the back directly pierced the two together with a sharpened wooden stick, regardless of the scimitar stuck on the bone ,
This is no longer a human being. The prairie people believe in longevity, ghosts, and gods, and the Central Biya people in front of them, the terrible appearance like a skeleton, not afraid of life and death, is the bloodthirsty monster in the legend. I am not fighting against the Zhongbian people, but against a group of monsters! Even the prairie people are starting to froze from their hearts at this moment~EbookFREE.me~ How can people beat monsters
"Kill them, it's just some Central Biya, what's so scary!" The cry of the centurion of the prairie was also pale and weak at the moment. Compared with the tragic attack on the city wall, the dragon stone fortress was the center of attack. The door, the incomplete corpses of the Central Biya people, is stacked one after another, and the blood is flooded with bricks under the feet
　　 under the Dragon Stone Fort
Long Poqi is sticking, and his sharp eyes are becoming more and more dignified. The generals of the Dragon family behind him are also silent. The first wave of 100,000 people has died, and now the second wave is fighting on the city wall. The third wave is being climbed. Hundreds of thousands of Central Asians converge into an endless ocean. The main force of the Dragon family is attacking the Hengmen because it is too bulky to attack the Longshibao Heng. The gate's large rushing car was heavily and irregularly squeezed on the narrow moat suspension bridge, and a burst of overwhelming creaking sounded, making people worried that the suspension bridge would be overwhelmed. The prairie arrows from above, let Longjiajun paid a considerable price
　　 "The owner, did you withdraw first..." said a general of the dragon family who couldn't bear it
"We can't let people die in vain!" Long Po shook his face coldly, and stopped the general's proposal. Only by opening the horizontal gate of Longshibao could he really occupy the initiative of this war and attack. Although the city’s northwestern refugees can temporarily gain the upper hand, they must cross the city wall to limit the investment of more troops. It took more than ten minutes for the siege to rush into the car before they passed the Longshibao under the eyes of everyone. Of the suspension bridge is pending.