It was raining lightly that day, and the air smelled damp. The wet rainwater fell from the sky onto the trees, and then flowed down the trees, mixing with the white and red ones, forming a puddle on the muddy street.
Wow!
The horse's hooves collapsed in the water, shattering the entire city's reflection. A man in a leather robe rode on a horse, beating the horse across the long street. In his hand, a long rope was tied to a long string of people, both men and women. They had
Some were wearing fine clothes, some were wearing linen shirts, and now they were all in the same despair.
Whoosh!
An arrow flew through a man's chest, but he was not dead, and his body was still struggling on the ground.
"Chimei, are you looking for death? This is my slave!" The man yelled immediately.
Following his line of sight, I saw a man sitting dangling on the railing on the second floor of the restaurant. He was holding a wine bottle in his left hand and an iron bow on his leg.
"You took too much. Can you take it back? I'll take care of it for you."
Whoosh!
The arrow was fired again and stuck in the man's throat. The man finally stopped struggling and blood flowed out of his throat, dyeing the rain on the ground even redder.
"Chimei, I will fight with you!" The man roared immediately.
Hu Lulu!
Two young men, aged sixteen or seventeen, rode past on the long street, leaving a hearty laugh. The leader was riding on a horse, carrying a baby's body on a spear in his hand.
"Fordler, you don't even dare to kill, how can you be a warrior of my Northern Barbarians? Huhu, follow me!"
Behind him, a young man blushed: "I...I didn't...I..."
"Hey, follow me, you coward!
"I'm not a coward!"
The young man known as Fordler clenched his fist tightly, slammed down his riding whip, and rode off after the galloping horse.
As he rode quickly through the city, Fudler looked at the scenery on both sides of the road. Perhaps because of the water, the whole city felt gray to him.
Along the way, he saw collapsed courtyard walls, wooden buildings on fire, and men and women lying on the ground, staring blankly at the sky.
Among the ruins, the screams of women can often be heard. Even at the age of sixteen, Fordler knew what was going on inside.
He was a little envious of the men in the tribe. They dared to do this and could feel happy, but he couldn't.
The horse passed in front of the city lord's mansion, and a row of heads hung on the flagpole in front of the door. It is said that he was beheaded when the tribe first entered the city. It is estimated that his head is also hanging on the flagpole now, with the wind blowing from time to time.
Drifting.
call!
Fordler let out a long sigh, got off his horse, and carried him into the city lord's palace.
…
"So...Xue Banchuan is dead?"
Qingniu Mountain, Toad Village.
Cheng Dalei asked this question, but his expression was a bit unbelievable. He didn't know whether he didn't believe that Xue Banchuan died like this, or he didn't believe that the Rong tribe would suddenly attack.
"Dead, dead!" Huang Sanyuan waved his hand nonchalantly: "The Rong clan cut him down as soon as they broke through the city. The city was in chaos, and Lu Heng was also dead. Fortunately, Brother Zhao had the ability to carry him with him in the midst of thousands of troops.
I fought my way out."
Cheng Dalei curled his lips, Zhao Zilong's hidden attribute is gentian, he can come and go freely among thousands of troops, just think of yourself as Liu Chan's cameo.
The relationship between Cheng Dalei and Xue Banchuan and Lu Heng could not be said to be very good. It could even be said that they were enemies of each other. However, after the death of the two, Cheng Dalei was still a little sad.
"Where is Yang Longting, how is he?" Cheng Dalei asked: "Is he also dead?"
"I guess he's not dead. I heard on the way that Yang Long had fled. He should still be alive now."
"This old dog is very ferocious. He commanded 50,000 elite soldiers, so how could he be so vulnerable in front of the Rong clan? Moreover, Yang Longting couldn't conquer Black Rock City for two months, how could the Rong clan do it in half a day? Could it be that they
Are heavenly soldiers and generals descending to earth?"
Cheng Dalei was half talking to himself and half asking. He was confused. Yang Long stopped commanding 50,000 troops, and Xue Banchuan's army and civilians in the city totaled more than 100,000. Even some old, weak, women and children were difficult to send.
There are always some strong men who can use one or two thousand.
At this moment, a very classic sentence came to Cheng Dalei's mind: Even if it takes several days to catch tens of thousands of pigs, how could he fail so miserably?
After Cheng Dalei asked, he saw several people around him looking at him with strange expressions.
"The boss, that's the Rong clan!" Xu Shenji.
The others' eyes also showed this meaning. Cheng Dalei remained silent, but a sentence came out in his heart: What happened to the Rong clan?
In the one hundred and twenty years after Dawu founded the country, even if we don't mention the war of thirty years, the empire lost more than it won in other battles, large and small.
It is strange to say that this group of rude, backward barbarians, who do not even have their own writing, have extremely strong fighting power. They pinned the elite soldiers of the empire to the ground and rubbed them until they had no temper at all.
Everyone in the empire, from the king to the slaves, has a fear of war, to the point where their expression changes when talking about war.
This time Yang Longting faced the Rong tribe and collapsed without a fight. The defenders of Blackstone City were scared away when they saw the Rong tribe.
Even Yang Longting, who fled in despair, may not have thought that Blackstone City was already the last city in the northern part of the empire. Once you break through this city and pass through Qingniu Mountain, you will find thousands of miles of fertile land. The empire is in the far north.
There will be no danger to defend.
Thirty years ago, thirty-one years ago to be precise, the Rong clan marched straight into the heart of the empire, burning, killing, and looting. Everywhere they passed, there was no grass growing, corpses were everywhere, and even His Majesty was forced to flee the capital.
That battle was a shame for the entire empire's military, and the empire also shook the authority of the imperial power because of that battle. For many years after that, the court, the people, the poets and the government were all trying to whitewash that battle: We actually did not fail, then
In fact, it was a strategy to lure the enemy deeper, which showed His Majesty’s wisdom and prowess, and wasn’t the Rong tribe driven away in the end...
How many soldiers were hailed as heroes in that battle, and how many heroes were sought after to the level of gods.
But in fact, everyone understands what is going on.
That morning, Cheng Dalei vaguely remembered that he ate two slices of bread for breakfast and drank some wine, and then felt a little uncomfortable in his stomach. After that, he fell into questions about whether he should drink in the morning, whether he should drink, and when he should drink every day.
in tangle.
Louis XVI was executed at the age of thirty-eight. On the day of his execution, he wrote in his diary: Nothing happened today.
Cheng Dalei originally remembered that day as a dull and boring day. At that time, he did not realize that the wind started at the end of Qingping, and it turned out that many major events started on days that he thought were boring and depressing.
Thirty years ago, the empire was beaten to the ground by the Rong clan, and could not really stand up after so many years. But who can guarantee that what happened in the past thirty years cannot be repeated again.