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Volume 1: Yan Yun Chaos Volume 3: Bending the Sky Chapter 88: Stop the Crazy Wave (18)

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    Under Loufan City, there were mountains of corpses and rivers of blood.  "Driving the people to fill the trenches in Bocheng was just a few cold words."  But if you are really there, you will know the tragedy of such a war!  There was a dense sound of trembling bowstrings in the air, as dense as the flapping wings of wasps, and an overwhelming number of feather arrows and arrows were scattered.  Entering the shooting range of the city head, there are corpses all over the ground, extending towards the city wall.  The trench, which was neither wide nor deep, was filled with flesh and blood, and the wounded were still wailing and struggling.  The earthen bags and corpses were mixed together, covered with blood, and it was no longer clear whether they were human beings or earthen bodies.  Under the city wall, there are also corpses piled up like a mountain. The earth bags and corpses are stacked layer by layer, which is already as tall as a person!  There were cries and howls below the city, but above the city, those soldiers and civilians who kept firing arrows, why weren't they also bursting with tears?  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Several feather arrows passed by the sides of the head and ears,  The strong wind brought up made Gao Ying's cheek hurt.  There was a scream from behind, and then a body fell heavily on Gao Ying's back, and then he felt the hot liquid splashing on his back. It was obvious that it was the blood pouring out of the person behind him.  Gao Ying was a native of Yifang, Lanzhou, Hedong Province. He lived in a nearby household. His family was quite well off, and he was ranked as a third-class household in the census.  He is twenty-one years old this year, and he has a loving elder and a virtuous wife.  The children are lively and cute.  On ordinary days.  He never let his fingers touch the spring water.  I hope that he, who has been a little famous since he was a child, can win a lot of honors and become a Jinshi outside Donghua Gate.  Although Gao Ying has a slight literary reputation in the local area, he is still not qualified to compete with the scribes in the Song Dynasty or even his own field in the examination room.  The year before last, he had taken part in the exam with great vigour, but he ended up losing his reputation. ???????????????????????????????????????? However, I made a lot of friends from the literary association through taking part in the interpretation test.  Gao Ying, who was originally just studying behind closed doors in his hometown, has broadened his horizons a lot by exchanging letters with these friends.  One can listen to the wind and clouds of the Hedong road, and even the secrets of the Bianliang Dynasty, whether true or false.  But as a scholar, you have the spirit to guide the world.  Xiao Yan sent troops to manage Hedong and stirred up troubles in Bianliang, destroying the laws of the Song Dynasty that had been established for more than a hundred years.  In the end, two generations of kings were played with applause.  As one of the scholars and a future reserve army of scholar-bureaucrats, how could Gao Ying not scold him?  While he was yelling at traitors like Xiao Yan at gatherings with literary friends in the countryside, he was also preparing nervously to see if the new king would have a great success after he ascended the throne.  Hoping for success all the way.  He was born as a Jinshi and became an official in the court.  He can fight fiercely with this traitor Xiao Yan, become the mainstay of the scholar-bureaucrats, and restore the current chaos of the court.  As for the border troubles in the north, isn't this Xiao Yan's treacherous traitor and the self-respect of the bandits to threaten the world?  The Liao empire has collapsed and the Western bandits are dying. How can they threaten the Song Dynasty, which is now peaceful all over the world?  But destruction suddenly fell from the sky.  The Jurchens broke through the border from Kelan's army, and Yin Shu could go all the way south, like the wind and lightning. Along the way, the officials and soldiers of the Song Dynasty were defeated by the wind, and no one could delay the steps of the Jurchen Tatars.  By the time Gao Ying realized something was wrong, it was already too late to escape!  In those days, Yifang County was like hell.  There are fires everywhere, pillars of smoke rising everywhere, corpses of people everywhere, and the desperate cries of women who have been kidnapped by barbarians!  After more than a hundred years of peace, once the world forgets war, once the ruling system has decayed.  Let the Hu tribe keep rising and falling in the north, and the Hu tribe who are eyeing them will come in and destroy them, and it will only take a short time!  In East Asia, the Han civilization was too industrious and wealthy, and could always accumulate wealth that was coveted by all foreign races in this era.  And once the elite of this era becomes decayed and forgets to defend this civilization, then it will often usher in another painful humiliation in the history of this civilization!  The Gao Ying family was suppressed and barged in by a group of Cangtou, and they were massacred and plundered behind closed doors. The tragedy was beyond words.  In the end, the only one left alive was Gao Ying, who was already like a walking corpse!  What science field is linked, what pointing Jiangshan, what youth history leaves the name, and the saints' micro -words.  Under the butcher's knife of the alien race, they all disappeared into thin air.  It even seems a bit ridiculous.  Everything in Gao Ying's heart had collapsed.  It's just a subconscious struggle to survive. As for the purpose of living, what is it for?  He has become like a wandering soul, and he doesn't even know it.  As a young man, Gao Ying was lucky enough to survive and was driven eastward by the Jurchen Tatars.  For several days along the way, I struggled to survive under whips and butcher's knives. The only food I had every day was some rotten black cakes thrown into the crowd.  Every time there is a fight for these things that pigs did not eat before, more than a dozen lives will be left behind.  All the way eastward, corpses met each other on the road.  The Jurchen Tatars who escorted these common people killed people at every turn.  every dayThose who are lucky enough to be alive feel that they are struggling on the road to hell with no end in sight.  What am I still doing while still alive?  What's the point of living like this?  Why not let these Jurchen Tatars chop themselves to death so that they can be reunited with their families?  Every day, when Gao Ying wakes up a little, he asks himself this question repeatedly.  But there is always something that makes this scholar and scribe who has nothing to do except study and take exams grit his teeth and continue to earn his living.  Then he and the surviving people of Yu Tu filled the mountain of corpses and sea of ??blood under Loufan City today!  Before Gao Ying, groups of people had been filled into the battlefield by the Jurchens' merciless slaughter and expulsion.  They fell down row after row, crying and howling in the rain of arrows.  He used earth bags and his own body to fill up the trenches and pile up a bloody mountain of earth under the city.  Han'er's life is as low as an ant on this battlefield dominated by the Hu people.  Finally, it was Gao Ying¡¯s team¡¯s turn to fill the battlefield.  The Jurchen Tatars didn't even take action themselves. Their gray-headed men followed the group aggressively, and without saying a word, they slaughtered the people at the end of the group with their swords.  The people standing in front finally reacted, screaming and rushing towards the city with their hands full!  I don¡¯t know how many people cried and shouted: "We are the people of the Song Dynasty! Let us throw in three bags of soil!" On top of the low building walls in the smoke and dust, there were just rounds of arrows flying.  And out.  When it fell on the Han people, countless blood splashed out.  As he stumbled towards the city wall, all he stepped on were limp corpses.  When everyone fell, their eyes were wide open, as if they were waiting for something.  Everything around him turned blood red, and Gao Ying just gasped and struggled to move forward.  The bag of earth wrapped in a tattered gown seemed as heavy as a mountain weighing on his shoulders.  Every time I took a breath, my lungs hurt.  Countless arrows and arrows passed over his head and around him, but they always got out of his way by some strange combination of circumstances.  People kept screaming and falling down around Gao Ying.  Why am I still alive?  Why am I not dead yet?  What am I waiting for as I linger like this?  Which of the small words and great meanings in the saint's book can deal with such a hell?  Who on earth can tear apart such blood?  Someone from behind was hit by an arrow and fell heavily on Gao Ying. He fell to the ground, struggled to get up, and continued to stagger forward.  They crossed the ditch hand and foot, and finally saw the city wall wrapped in smoke and blood!  On the city wall, the figures of a sergeant and a civilian were spotted at the crenels, and rounds of arrows were fired from the crossbows and rifle bows in their hands.  But Gao Ying didn¡¯t hate them at all.  Because on the faces of these people at the top of the city, Gao Ying could clearly see that tears had already covered every face!  Everyone gritted their teeth, and everyone cast their hateful eyes at the Jurchen military formation behind the people!  At this moment, Gao Ying only regretted that there were so many military passes and so many cities from Kelan Army to Yifang. Why was there no one, including himself, standing there like the people on Loufan City?  In front of the Jurchen Tatar army, fight them to the death!  Suddenly there was a bang, and the arrow rain on the city suddenly stopped at this moment.  The soldiers and civilians all shouted at the top of their lungs: "Get out of the way of the city gate! Get out of the city gate!" The people who rushed under the city wall were stunned at this time, standing still with dirt still on their backs.  bag.  And at this moment, the south door of the building has been opened heavily inward!  A horseman came out first, wearing armor and standing tall, with blood-red tassels and a ferocious iron face.  This soldier's horse's hoofs splashed the soil that had been soaked in blood. His horse pointed forward, pointing straight in the direction of Yin Shuke's location in the distance!  More horses' hooves thundered, and as everyone watched, more armored knights poured out of the city gate. They remained silent and did not make a sound.  Everyone holds a long sword in their hands, pointing firmly forward like a soldier in front!  In front of these soldiers, more people were being driven into battle by the Jurchen Tatars at the same time, and the Jurchen Tatars and Zahu arrays on both sides were already moving to both sides to make way for the passage.  From here to where Yin Shu Ke is, it is the time of emptiness.  Amid the roaring of horse hooves, a roar broke out from the city wall: "Kill the Tatars!" Kill the Tatars?  Kill the TartarsKill the Tartars!  Gao Ying, who was confused and confused, seemed to wake up from this nightmare.  Watching those soldiers increase their horse speed to the highest speed from the beginning, charging forward without hesitation!  Those who poured out of the city gate were only two or three hundred horses.  And in front of them, even though the array was somewhat disorganized and chaotic, there were more than thousands of Jurchen Tatars and miscellaneous troops.  But the spears and spears held out by these soldiers are always pointing forward! ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Is this life that has been struggling until now?What?  It's just revenge, it's just revenge As long as there is someone who can lead us in revenge!  When I read a sentence in a book, lightning appeared in my chest.  "The Biography of Gongyang.  "The Fourth Year of Duke Zhuang" Can the ninth generation still take revenge on her husband?  Although it lasts for a hundred generations!  Gao Ying laughed miserably, dropped the soil bag, groped around on the ground, and picked up a stone from somewhere. He howled loudly, followed the soldiers who were galloping away, and stumbled towards the Tatar array.  Run!  (To be continued)
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