He was breathing heavily, the air was filled with the smell of sweat and blood, and there was a sound like thunder in his ears. His eyes were blurred with blood, and he could no longer see clearly what was going on around him.
Is this hell?
He asked himself, but no one could give him an answer.
He held the knife and raised it, but he didn't know whether he was attacking his enemy or his comrades.
There were not many enemies around anymore, and they were crowded with clansmen who wanted to escape from this endless hell. The road was blocked. Those in front could not get out, and more people behind were pushing upwards, cutting off the way of life for those who came after them.
Then, everyone is an enemy.
So, kill.
Hold the knife nervously, swing it out nervously, hold the knife again, swing it out again, repeat like a simple and old-fashioned machine, or a beast.
clang!
The sharp sound of a knife sounded in the air, which was the sound of two knives colliding together. This kind of thing is not unexpected, it has happened countless times before.
Fordler swung his knife again.
clang!
With the sound of impact, a big hand suddenly stretched out and grabbed his neck, and the other person yelled at the top of his lungs.
"Let's go."
It was Red Eyebrow, his face was stuck in front of Fordler, his muscles were ferocious, and his eyes were blood red.
"Let's go."
This shout made Fordler wake up a little. He looked at the red eyebrows who had completely gone crazy, his expression was stunned, and he subconsciously uttered two words.
"elder brother."
Red Eyebrow's knife stretched out and passed under Fudler's arm, piercing a barbarian behind him.
"Walk."
Red Eyebrow grabbed Fordler's shoulder and dragged him out forcefully. He threw the knife out, and a string of bloody flowers appeared, which was borne by his arm alone.
"elder brother."
Fordler suddenly realized an incredible fact: Red Eyebrow was saving him.
Stepping on the corpses and wading through the river of blood, the knife in your hand is the oar that cuts through the river of blood.
This is a road from hell to the world.
City gate, mountain of corpses and sea of blood.
Jin Daodao clenched his sword and stood outside the city gate, shouting: "Go in, go in, go in, anyone who takes a step back, behead him!"
From outside the city to the inside of the city, from inside the city to outside the city, which direction leads to the human world.
"Walk."
Red Eyebrow pushed Fordler onto the mountain of corpses.
boom
An explosion sounded behind him, corpses and rocks flew into the air, and Chimei was instantly crushed by four or five corpses.
"Walk."
"elder brother."
Fordler held Chimei's hand and wanted to pull him out from under the pile of corpses. But as the crowd crowded, countless pairs of feet stepped on Chimei in an instant, blood flowed from his mouth, and his eyes were bloodshot.
"Walk."
When Chi Mei opened her mouth again, her gums had already begun to bleed.
Fordler wanted to use all his strength to drag Red Eyebrow out, but he didn't have much strength. Even if he exhausted all his strength, he was still unable to do anything.
Powerless...what an annoying word, and sometimes powerless means powerless, nothing can be changed.
Seeing the expression on Fordler's face, Chimei suddenly smiled and patted his hair with a bloody hand.
"Silly brother, grow up quickly... don't be a waste anymore... grow up quickly..."
Chimei's voice became weaker and weaker, and as a foot stepped on the top of his head, his face was buried in a pile of blood and never came up again.
Fordler was knocked down by the fleeing soldiers and stepped on his back with one foot. Fordler stabbed a man's leg with a knife and stood up like climbing a big tree. He didn't have time to calm down his breathing and used his hands to
The knife opens the way.
There is no one standing by his side, holding his shoulders, and paving the way for him. He will walk the next road by himself.
Inside the city, outside the city, the next road leads to the world or to hell.
"Kill, kill, those who retreat will die!"
Jin Wenwen's anger failed to stop the soldiers' defeat. The so-called defeat is like a mountain falling, and the force of a mountain cannot be stopped by one person.
The battlefield is changing rapidly, and the winner or loser can change at any time. The battle that Jin Wendao thought he would win was met with a head-on attack by Cheng Dalei. The barricade turned into a cauldron, boiling half of Jin Wendao's troops. Afterwards, Cheng Dalei
It took ten days to clean up the corpses alone. Many years later, a kind of grass grew outside the valley. There was nothing strange about this grass, except that the veins of the leaves were strange red.
…
Cheng Dalei stayed in the valley, focusing on his own battle to defend the city and making the village impregnable. Because of this, Cheng Dalei was unaware of many things happening on this continent.
From east to west, from the Youzhou Sea in the far east to the Kunwu Mountains in the far west, the empire's national border is like a fully drawn bow or an open umbrella.
That year, there was a severe drought in the empire, and the grasslands outside the Great Wall also suffered from severe drought. The grasslands became deserts, and cattle and sheep fell in patches. The newborns starved to death together with their withered mothers because they could not get a mouthful of milk.
Hundreds of Rong tribes formed a large alliance and declared war on the empire across the board.
These tribes are large and small, strong and weak. The empire, which is already riddled with holes, is like a thin girl holding a big umbrella walking in the wind and rain. The Rong tribe's full invasion is like the violent storm falling on the umbrella.
Therefore, what happened in Qingniu Mountain was not a big event, it was just a part of a big event.
From east to west: Cheng Dalei defended the city intensively; at the Bingzhou border, there had just been an encounter between the defenders and the Rong cavalry. Thousands of horses galloped, and there were countless casualties. A middle-aged man in brocade robes and jade belt, with a big belly, sat
The carriage was running wildly, muttering: Only idiots defend the city, I don't defend the city.
On the northwest border, a general was struggling to hold on, looking eastward for the support of food and fodder.
In the capital, a man with two beards pursed his lips and said: "If General Lin wins, won't the imperial court be like him covering the sky with one hand? Well, he will be given a month's delay in military rations."
In a water town in the south of the Yangtze River, a merchant sold his belongings and raised 100,000 dans of rice to go north to feed the army.
On the same road, another group of merchants rushed to the capital.
"Everyone, hurry up. The prices of antique calligraphy and paintings in Beijing are very low now. If we ship a batch back, we can make at least three times the profit."
Going south and north, there were scholars who abandoned their pens and joined the army, as well as dignitaries who fled to the south of the Yangtze River for refuge.
In the northwest, there is an isolated city. A shepherd wearing a sheepskin coat stopped in front of the city gate, holding up the seal in his hand and shouting at the defeated deserters.
"I am the sixth prince of the empire, and I will live and die with this city today."
Then, no one paid attention to him, and the defeated soldiers passed by him like running water.
Hero, coward, glory, despicability.
This land has no shortage of heroes who swim against the current, nor does it lack of villains who are only interested in profit. Naturally, there are more ordinary people who are exhausted and working hard to survive.
That year, there was a huge wave of Rong soldiers, and war was raging on the empire's frontiers. Qingniu Mountain was like a depression. When the water-like tide of soldiers passed through here, they could no longer move.
Then, more and more people gather together, more and more people gather together...