When the sun rose again and the gentle sunlight shone into the room through the window, Tang Xuanming opened his eyes, feeling like a dream.
Outside the window is a cliff. If you slip and fall, except for top experts like Genie, no normal person will have a chance to survive.
"It's another new day, is Wei Zhuang's attack about to begin?"
Pushing open the door to the room, all the sounds that had been isolated suddenly flooded in, including the sound of close footsteps, occasional screams, the clash of weapons, and the ever-present sound of the sliding gears.
There were close footsteps everywhere in the city. Everyone was in a hurry. Perhaps the only one who was leisurely was Tang Xuanming.
"Heavy armored soldiers are coming."
"Fire the crossbow and throw the log down."
"kill!"
…
After the blueprints of the organ city were lost, the organ city that was originally hidden in the deep mountains and dense forests was exposed to the world, and the Qin soldiers who were not afraid of death continued to attack.
The heavily armored soldiers came one after another. Their whole bodies were covered with armor, and even their faces were covered with iron masks. There was no blind spot in their protection. Once they fought, they would be desperate.
Compared with the fully armed Qin army, the equipment of the Mohist disciples seemed much simpler. Most of them were dressed in coarse cloth and carried standard swords in their hands. The swords struck by the Qin soldiers often left no scars, and as long as they were struck by
When the Qin army's weapons hit them, they were basically either seriously injured or killed.
The Qin army, supported by a national force, was fully equipped and destroyed the Mohist government city.
If it were not for being surrounded by mountains and rivers, relying on the protection of the city, and the mechanisms accumulated by the Mohists over hundreds of years, and based on the experience of the Qin State in attacking cities, this city would have been destroyed countless times.
Tang Xuanming could vaguely smell the smell of blood, and the Mohist paradise finally did not escape the flames of war.
The big hammer is no longer around. This fierce general who once fought in the Yan Kingdom is guarding the entrance of the Mo family. With one strike of the violent hammer, he can send the heavily armed Qin soldiers flying. The direction he is defending is the one the Qin soldiers are least willing to attack.
of.
The peaceful Mo family in the past suddenly turned into a flesh and blood mill. From time to time, people were carried off the battlefield with blood all over their bodies.
Tang Xuanming looked at a Mohist disciple who was being carried over and was missing an arm. He let out a mournful cry and blood spilled all over the floor.
Another Mohist disciple who struggled to get here by himself had wounds on his chest, waist and abdomen. Through the wounds on his abdomen, he could vaguely see the squirming internal organs.
A Mohist disciple whose lower leg disappeared was carried over, and the group of strong men quickly returned to the battlefield to continue to meet the cruel challenge.
Duanmu Rong, who always had a cold face and looked extremely unfriendly, was expressionless. She was accustomed to such scenes of bloody flesh and blood that even men could not accept, and she quickly treated their wounds.
Those who were sent to her were the most seriously injured children of the Mohist family. Those with slightly less severe injuries would not be sent here directly.
"Perhaps this is the reason why Duan Murong's face has always been cold. Life and death are ordinary in front of her. She has seen it countless times. Being able to still live comfortably in the world without any shadows can be regarded as a strong will.
"
Tang Xuanming tried his best to distract his thoughts from looking at the screaming Mohist disciples.
He has changed a lot. If the Mo family had not dissipated the poison of Zhen Yu Qianye in advance, the current Mo family's government city would have become a pig waiting to be slaughtered.
Everyone will lose the ability to resist, and the Qin soldiers will easily drive in, stabbing the Mohist disciples who are lying on the ground unable to move, and excitedly trade their heads for the chance to gain promotion.
"It is not easy to have a fair fight. After all, the war between countries is over. Now it is a struggle between rivers and lakes. All means will be used."
With a sigh, Tang Xuanming walked towards Duan Murong and helped her hold down the Mohist disciples who were in so much pain that they couldn't control their bodies, so that Duan Murong could better bandage and treat the injuries.
Gao Yue, who to Tang Xuanming was just a child, also skillfully helped Duan Murong deal with the injured, but the bloody wounds did not move her.
For the war orphans of this era, blood and fire have long been commonplace.
The common people may be able to integrate into the Qin State peacefully, and may even be happy that the Qin State gives them better treatment and lower taxes.
But for the nobles, their status has plummeted. Their parents and relatives all died in the war. They know more about writing and civilization than ordinary people. The elders among them will write down everything and hand it over.
to future generations.
After possessing words and knowledge, hatred will always continue, lasting for countless years, until the knowledge is gone and everything disappears.
The common people do not have the opportunity to receive cultural education. No matter how painful the memory is, it will disappear in one generation. Only the nobles of the six countries will deeply hate this unified country.
"Is there a fierce attack outside the city?"
"Well, Xiao Gao and Big Hammer have passed. Fortunately, Wei Zhuang didn't take action. Qin's heavy armored soldiers alone cannot capture the city."
Duan Murong's face was dull, as if she couldn't hear the screams of the wounded man in front of her, and she quickly helped the wounded man in front of him who was missing his arm to stop the bleeding.
"alright!"
The skilled Mohist disciples quickly moved away the injured person who had been treated, and then brought up another seriously injured person.
"He's dead...next!"
The body of the tentacle is still warm, but the life of this body has long since disappeared. There is a big hole between the chest and abdomen, and there is still a weapon that has not been drawn out. The eyes are looking at the sky without sight, and the pupils inside have long been dilated.
Without any sadness or frustration, the dead and wounded were quickly removed and replaced with the next one.
In this situation, there is no time to feel sad. Human nature seems to be extremely indifferent and at the same time extremely gentle.
"died!"
Tang Xuanming murmured and repeated, his eyes were blank for a moment, and those eyes that had lost all their energy brought a huge impact to him.
This was the first time he had faced death, and so close.
He never felt any guilt in wielding his sword at the wolves and depriving the beasts of their lives. The cruel evolution of nature was always like this. If you want to kill me, I will kill you. There is no fairness or justice.
But when the same life died in front of him, the meaning was completely different. He felt deeply shocked at that moment.
"Will this happen to me too?"
The godless eyes brought him great stimulation, but after his spirit was shaken, a great courage followed.
"When I first came to this world, I was more fragile than him, and even more unbearable. If I didn't seize the opportunity, and I was wandering around at will in the territory of Qin without checking, I would be dead if I was caught.
Or even worse.”
"I can't be like him. I want to be stronger. I want to live. No matter how much it costs the world to live, I just do it for me."