Chapter four hundred and twelve defending the city
Thirty thousand privet Tatars were in the vanguard, and 700,000 Khitan servants were in the rear.
All kinds of cruel and ferocious monsters were driven south by the barbarians to the Central Plains.
Daming Mansion collapsed at the first touch, and hundreds of thousands of soldiers went to meet the enemy. In the end, only a few hundred people, covered in blood, fled back to Kaifeng Mansion.
Since Emperor Wu's Northern Expedition and the suppression of barbarians from all directions, the greatest catastrophe in the Central Plains suddenly came.
The Tang, Wei, and Ming dynasties sent people together to make a living for the Han people, and the three countries were willing to send troops to help.
Although Shu and Wu are far away and unable to send troops, they are willing to send generals to help in the battle.
Zhao Ji and Cai Jing believed that the motives of the five countries were impure and were afraid that they would take the opportunity to carve them up, so they all rejected them. They planned to send people to negotiate with Livzhen. The government and the public were silent, and the people were in an uproar.
Outside Kaifeng Mansion, waves of terrible and burnt smell came from the wind. The smell was strong and lingered for a long time.
The originally peaceful town was full of traces of the ravages of wild beasts. Huge trees fell to the ground in random directions, and countless corpses were scattered everywhere. The aura of prosperity and tranquility of the entire town was gone.
During the Six Dynasties of the Song Dynasty, Bianliang concentrated 90% of the wealth of the Song Dynasty. It was a truly blessed place. Even in the small town, there were countless wealthy households.
At this moment, they were suffering from disaster, and even before they died, they did not understand why there were such ferocious people and beasts.
Are they human?
Did they come to this world just to kill?
Underneath their human-like skin, they have the heart of a wolf and the lungs of a dog.
The situation had reached this point, and Li Yu decided not to wait any longer. He sat in front of Zhao Fujin.
Little Diji still didn't know what was going on outside. She was well protected by Lin Lingsu, like a real princess in a fairy tale, carefree.
"Brother Li Yu, what's wrong with you?"
Li Yu sighed, he was about to break her fairy tale world.
"When I taught you Taoism, do you still remember what I told you?"
Zhao Fujin raised his hands and said loudly: "I know that we must have the world in mind and help the world and save the people."
"What does it mean?"
Zhao Fujin pursed his lips, rolled his eyes, and whispered: "I don't know."
Li Yu said: "Your qualifications are the highest among people I have ever seen, and your cultivation has never fallen behind. But you are not a mortal. You should not practice step by step. Come on, I will take you out to see the world.
The truth behind the mask."
"We want to go out to play!"
"That's right."
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Countless people crowded under Bianliang City, this was their last hope.
But in Bianliang City, the city gates are tightly closed, and the city walls towering into the clouds are so sturdy that it makes people despair.
The people were crying and howling under the city, and the voices gathered together and were extremely tragic, but they could not be heard in the city.
On the calm water surface of the Bian River, there were countless corpses floating, some floating down from the upper reaches, and some being living people who had been squeezed down.
In the distance, there was even more fire and smoke, and the smell of burning smell wafted in waves.
The big flag of the privet people stands straight in the sky, and the sad and desolate roars of savage beasts often come out.
It is rumored that in the far north, countless ancient beasts are buried in the glaciers that are frozen all year round.
These Tatars used the secret techniques of shamanism to awaken them and turned them into tools of killing.
In mid-air, a figure suddenly appeared. Li Yu took Zhao Fujin's hand and let her see clearly the horrific image of purgatory below.
Zhao Fujin was speechless and her eyes were red and swollen. For a long time, under the protection of Li Yu and Lin Lingsu, she was surrounded by the white snow and red plum trees in the Glazed World, a life made up of all the beauty.
Now, all she could see were blazing fires, billowing black smoke, piles of corpses, and the smell of burnt corpses! The people all over the mountains and plains were so dark that no one was miserable.
The scarred parents hugged their children in despair, looking up to the sky and screaming, their voices filled with blood.
The ruthless horses trampled on human corpses and turned them into pulp.
A common trick used by the privet people, these common people can provide food for their savage beasts, and can also completely defeat the defenses of the city defenders.
This trick worked well for the Khitan and helped them successfully overthrow the Khitan.
Li Yu waved his hand, and the power of the water spirit dropped from the sky. The dying child recovered, opened his eyes, and reached out to wipe away his mother's tears.
The crying mother was overjoyed and hugged the child and kissed him non-stop. She looked up and saw Li Yu and kowtowed vigorously.
Li Yu's methods attracted countless eyes in the Privet Camp.
Soon, someone jumped out of the horse and looked up at Li Yu, his eyes fierce and cruel.
"It's a southern monk. Please invite the wizard quickly."
From the privet camp, a dozen wizards walked out. They were dressed in animal skins, with teeth and skulls of various beasts hanging all over their bodies. They held a wooden stick in their left hand and a drum in their right hand.
There is a ghost mask on his face. On the red mask, the fangs are piercing and the eyes are popping out, which is very scary.
They looked at Li Yu, making strange movements on the spot and beating the drum.
Li Yu prepared to strike first and hit the enemy camp with a golden needle.
Near the privet camp, it turned into a golden lotus, and countless golden needles shot out from the lotus, like drizzle.
Bang bang bang, the golden needles arrived near the camp and fell to the ground one after another. Dozens of black mist roared in, carrying a strong stench.
Li Yu used his green wood shield and endured the damage. His whole body ached, his energy and blood surged, and he immediately stepped back.
"This is a battle between two clans, and it cannot be changed by the power of one person." Behind him, Lin Lingsu suddenly appeared and waved his hand to help Li Yu disperse a few. Then he waved his hand, black clouds gathered and rolled, thunder and lightning flashed among them, and fell.
A purple fairy sword.
From the privet camp, a huge beast flew out and swallowed the thunder sword in one mouthful.
Lin Lingsu's eyes narrowed, "Thunder Swallowing Beast."
He sighed feebly, "With this beast around, almost all my spells are destroyed."
"They came well prepared. I'll find an opportunity to kill it." Li Yu stabilized his mind and recovered quickly. With the Water Word Jue, as long as he can't be killed, all the spells will be in vain.
A more powerful wizard didn't appear, maybe he was fighting people like Chunyang and Fuyao in Huashan.
No help has arrived from Bianliang yet, which is very unreasonable.
Lin Lingsu said: "Bianliang City is in your hands and mine."
Li Yu shook his head, touched Zhao Fujin who was crying and said: "This is your responsibility. You are the Emperor of the Song Dynasty, and here are your people. They support your family and bring you endless respect."
Rong, now is the time we need you."
Zhao Fujin raised his head in confusion and looked at Li Yu, who continued: "You are the successor of Taiping Dao, you are Zhang Chengfeng's disciple, you are a person with divinity, and you are the savior."
Zhao Fujin's eyes gradually became firmer, she clenched her fists and nodded heavily.
Woo~woo~woo~
A horn sound sounded, and the earth trembled. Countless wild beasts were controlled by the sound of the horn and were ready to move and become restless.
