Power and Empire Chapter 3061: The wind of the empire (22)

　　 "Did you see the front? That's Dragon Stone Fort. We have 500,000 people, and there are only 700,000 or 80,000 people on the opposite side. Let's move forward, take down Dragon Stone Fort, and fight back to the Imperial Capital!"

　　 The captains of the Long Family Army exhaled loudly in the crowd, and shouted with the slogan. The northwest refugees who were still hesitant on their faces suddenly became more enthusiastic. Numerous weapons were raised high, and there were deafening shouts. The resulting fluctuation is like a sea tossing

　　, 　　, who was crowded in front of the crowd, also clenched the long sharp wooden stick in his hand, and used hysterical strength to suppress the fear in his heart. His torn clothes had already turned into a mess of cloth. Tuan, thin cheeks, two cheekbones towering high, like human skin draped over a skeleton, thin hands and feet, skinny, it seems that only a gust of wind can blow down, like him, it is almost the way the refugees in the northwest are now. , They struggled painfully under the rule of the prairie people, unable to eat enough, and the living environment was even worse

　　 More than one million refugees from the northwest entered Yanzhou with the Long Family Army. It seems that the number is staggering, but the entire northwest is more than a million people. Despite the brutal rule of the prairie people, the northwest still has three hundred With a population of more than 10,000, only more than one million entered Yanzhou. The rest either died in the local villages in the northwest, or fell on the road following all the way. There are more than two million people. This number alone is enough to make people feel comfortable. I was shocked. It was a blessing that these did not fall on the road. There are a few others who can look like people, and those who are hungry are out of shape everywhere. Only their eyes are sunken in the sunken eye sockets. It can also make people feel a breath of humanity

　　Most of these refugees from the northwest are the same as before Zhao. They are just ordinary farmers in a village in the northwest. In the previous years, they were farming. Although the imperial levies and taxes on the courts were as large as feathers, they were still alive. After two years, I realized that there is a kind of living, which is more uncomfortable than death

　　Prairie people came, everything changed,

　　 Zhao Qian didn’t know, it’s not just the northwest, but after the loss of Yanzhou, millions of people from the grasslands swarmed into it. The court directly ordered the abandonment of the northern part of the river, hoping to use these land and population. The emperor ran away, the ministers ran away, and the army withdrew temporarily. All that was left was the civilians who silently took it. They secretly cursed the impotence of the court and the army’s unbearable battle, let the ordinary people bear it. This crime, the army that was raised with a lot of money, can’t even stop the prairie people. Even if they really can’t win, I’ll give everyone a letter so that everyone can escape. No, the officials from the government ran the fastest, followed by the local garrison and militia group, shouting to defend their homes and defend the country, vowing to coexist and die with the northwest. When the grasslands entered the northwest in large numbers, even their personal photos were invisible.

　　 The red flames swept the sky, and no one was sheltered to escape. Their homes were burned. Numerous people from Central and Belarus were captured by grassland nobles and put into slavery. They were treated as property that could talk and walk, in order to prevent these long-legged possessions. Will not run away, the grassland people naturally use the most cruel means to manage. If one person resists, then kill a hundred people, and one place resists. Just kill all the people of Central and Biyadh within ten miles nearby, and countless people who died in the hands of the grassland people. Every day, watching people die, watching the ferocious grassland people invade their homes, and drag women by their hair like animals. Taken away from the house. A slight resistance is a slaughter. When the **** heads were hung on the city gate and swayed by air-drying, they succumbed, knowing that death is not the most terrible, but a kind of relief,

　　 The snow began to fall again, the light from the sky has quickly faded away, and the cold silver gray is reflected in the dim light

　　 "Go ahead! Kill the prairie people!"

　　 "Kill the prairie people!"

　　"Go forward, kill the prairie people"

　　 When the shouts converged into a sound that shook the world, everything became less terrifying, and I moved forward step by step. Close to a hundred thousand people formed a group of people who are boundless and boundless. When the number of people increases to a certain degree, even the timid people will start to become fierce. Besides, these people originally hated the prairie people. The man from Northwestern China who took a bite is the resentment and determination from the bottom of his heart. An enemy who can make such a sound. Every tooth and every hair of his is dangerous. Here, they are no longer Treat yourself as an adult again

　　 In a sudden, the flow of people like a tide hit the wall of the Dragon Stone Fort, and the killing sound spread to the sky. Among them, the hostility of the people of China and Biya was almost solidified, "Bah! Bah! Bah!" Long.

On the wall of the stone castle, thousands of simply built ladders are piled up against the frozen frozen wall, and the Chinese people behind are pushed to the front.

　　 "Shoot!" Above the Dragon Stone Fort, the faces of the soldiers of the Prairie Army were 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 if the prairie people, in front of such a wave of people, the eyes under the thick helmet show a trace of tremor, and the hand holding the prairie bow seems to have a thousand pounds of gravity. , 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 Dragon Stone Fort, heavily into the flow of people from Central and Bahrain below, like a dazzling spot of light, puff puff puff" sharp arrows shot into the city from all directions The bodies of the crowded people of Central and Biyadh, sharp arrows, even shot through their thin bodies, deeply nailed to their feet, blood on the wall tiles, exploding like bright red plum blossoms in winter,

　　 "Ah" the sound of the tragic arrow hitting followed, but soon it was overwhelmed by the fierce shouts from the battlefield. Countless people climbing the city wall have rushed forward and covered it. The crowds on the earth, the long dragon spread, the distance quickly narrowed, and then, the collision!

　　The advantage of the number of Chinese and Byanese is quickly manifested at this moment. Even if the steppe people block the filling, they still cannot prevent the increase of the Chinese and Byanese on the wall

　　"Kill!" Zhao Qian climbed up the wall of Longshibao, and in a panic, he fiercely pierced the sharp wooden stick in his hand into the stomach of a prairie soldier, and human blood was splashed for the first time. On the face of this northwestern farmer, Zhao Qian’s eyes were red before he realized that this prairie man was already dead, and his body was full of blood and blood. Before he came up, he had no idea how many knives had been cut.

　　 Zhao Qian panted and pulled out the stick. No matter how bold he was, it was his first murder after all,

　　 "Attention, the prairie people are coming up!"

　　 was still in a trance, Zhao Qian heard the shouts from his companion next to him, and then a large swath of **** air hit his face, half of his companion’s head flew, and in front of countless knives, the grassland The ferocious counterattack came. A group of prairie men in iron armor did not know where they came from. The scimitar in their hands violently chopped over a dozen Chinese people to the ground, and captured the unprepared Zhongbian people. Backward, one of the prairie people raised the scimitar and chopped it down towards Zhao Qian who was leaning against the wall. A burst of fire was splashing. After the scimitar escaped in front of Zhao, it slashed on the wall.

　　 Bing Ning flew horizontally and scratched Zhao Qian’s face. The prairie man grinned at the corner of his mouth and pulled back to the blade. He wanted to cut again, but Zhao Qian grabbed his hand.

　　"Fuck you girl!

　　 Zhao Qian didn’t know where his strength came from, and he hugged the prairie man and knocked it to the ground. The scimitar fell to the ground, and the two entangled and tore on the ground. Yaren also rushed in madly, and the other prairie people had to go up. Zhao Qian held the prairie man and punched twice, and the other party also gave a punch. When he hugged the man tightly, he saw the man. His face swayed in his field of vision, Zhao Qian opened his mouth and bit directly on the opponent's head. "Puff" Zhao Qian only felt the smell of blood in his mouth, and with a sudden force, he tore off half of the prairie man's face directly,

　　 The man yelled and struggled fiercely. Zhao Qian raised his head and banged twice again. Then he grabbed the scimitar that had fallen nearby and plunged into the opponent’s stomach, and then again Stabbed in the neck of the opponent, the blood was surging, and immediately poured on Zhao Qian’s body

　　 At this moment, his body is **** and hideous like a ghost.

　　"Master Gulie is dead! Master Gulie was killed by the people of Central and Biyah! Zhao Qian did not notice that the people from the grasslands who were fighting nearby had begun to retreat, one by one, horrified eyes fell on him, even I couldn’t help but step back for a while, and suddenly started to turn back and run away. At this moment, not only Zhao Qianshu, but also the other Chinese people who were still in the **** battle were stunned.

　　 Zhao Qian didn’t know that he had killed the steppe people unintentionally. Gu Lie, the patriarch of the Anta tribe, was one of the allies of the Fengtai tribe. The patriarch of the big clan killed by the subren, only after he really killed someone, Zhao Qian felt for the first time that the blood poured on his body was no longer a sticky touch. He even longed for this breath of blood sprayed up. Only when the blood spurts out from the body of these people in the steppe, can they understand him a little bit

With the hatred in his heart, holding the scimitar that represents the identity of the patriarch of the Anta tribe, Zhao Qian got up and continued to rush forward with his companions.

　　 For the first time, Zhao Qian and other Zhongbian people thought that the steppe people were actually not terrible, and they were also afraid of death. Otherwise, what would they run!

　　 "My lord, the right line of Anta's defense has been rushed away!" A prairie soldier reported to Mongol Lie, the head of the Fengtai tribe, whose brows were frowned. It was the first time that he saw such a tragic situation. Siege warfare, tactics, etc., have lost their effectiveness in the face of the Zhongbian people who are constantly impacting like ocean waves. I don’t know where so many Zhongbian people come from. The combat power is obviously better than those of China and Bahia, but even the elite combat power can't hold it when encountering such a person who is not afraid of death.

　　 "What is Gu Lie doing?" Mong Lie asked with gritted teeth and gritted teeth

　　 "Master Gulie was killed by a Chinese and Byanian!" The reported prairie soldier said with an ugly face

　　 "What, Gulie is dead!" Mongol Lie's face changed, and his lips trembled to say something. In the end, he punched the city wall with heavy punches. This battle has exceeded the expectations. If you know There are so many Chinese and Bianlian people behind the Long’s family, so I shouldn’t have stayed here

　　 has become a war of attrition. The weapons of the two sides are handed over to each other, making a nasty metal creak, and then pulled out with blood. Often a steppe man can kill three or four Zhongbian people, but over the city wall The people of Central and Biyadh, like they will never die. Although the scimitar in the hands of the people in the steppe is sharp, it will become dull after a few people are cut in succession. The human blood flowing from the knife edge makes it impossible. The specially designed handle becomes slippery

　　Prairie people discovered for the first time that the people of Central and Biyarian are so terrible,

　　 They have seen wild beasts, but they found that these people in Central and Bahia are more terrifying than the wild beasts on the grassland. Whoever has seen them are thin and weak, even if the knife is cut on the body, they will make the sound of bone jamming. Biya, as long as he sees blood, his eyes are blazing red, and his mouth makes unknowingly screams, rushing forward as if he is crazy, and using his thin hands as thin as a pole. He stuck his neck fiercely and pressed his thin body on it, while the Central and Bianlian who rushed up behind him directly pierced the two together with a sharpened wooden stick, regardless of whether they were stuck on the bones. Machete,

　　 This is no longer a human being. The people of the steppe believe in immortality, believe in ghosts and gods, and the people of Central and Biyah in front of them have a horrible appearance like a skeleton, and they are not afraid of life and death. They are simply bloodthirsty in the legend. The monster, he is not fighting against the Zhongbian people, but against a group of monsters! Even the prairie people are beginning to take a chill from their hearts at this moment~IndoMTL.com~How can people beat monsters

　　 "Kill them, just a few people from Central and Bahia. What are you afraid of!" The cries of the grassland centurion were also pale and weak at this moment. Compared with the tragic attack on the city wall, the dragon was the center of attack. At the cross gate of the stone castle, the mutilated corpses of the people of China and Biyah are stacked one after another, and the bricks and stones under their feet are flooded with blood.

　　 under the Dragon Stone Fort

　　Dragon Horse is sticking on, and the sharp eyes are getting more and more solemn. The generals of the Long Family behind them are also silent. The first wave of 100,000 people has already died. Now it is the first to fight on the wall. The second wave, the third wave, is the third wave. Hundreds of thousands of people from China and Biyadh are gathered into an endless ocean. The main force of the Long Family is attacking Hengmen because it is too heavy and used to attack the dragon. The large car at the Shibao Hengmen squeezed heavily and irregularly on the narrow moat suspension bridge, making an overwhelming creak, which made people worry that the suspension bridge would collapse overwhelmed. The grassland people’s arrows came from above. Cluster, Long Jiajun paid a considerable price

　　 "Patriarch, do you want to withdraw first..." a general of the Long family said with an unbearable expression

　　 "We can't let people die in vain!" Long Po waved his hand coldly and stopped the general's proposal. Only by opening the side gate of Longshibao can he be considered the initiative to take the initiative in this battle. Quan, the migrants in the northwest of the siege can temporarily gain the upper hand, but they have to climb over the city wall to limit the input of more troops. It took more than ten minutes for the siege rush to pass the dragon under the eager gaze of everyone. The suspension bridge outside the stone castle is unfinished.