This is a devil's key, releasing the purest malice and bestiality in human nature.
Gongsun Zan went crazy, and the soldiers under his command also went crazy.
Anping is already a purgatory on earth.
The houses in the city are lined up one after another, but Zhao Yun, with his extraordinary senses, can still hear the screams and begging for mercy that are constantly coming from the city, and even the pungent smell of blood can be faintly smelled in the air.
In response to this, Zhao Yun had no other good solution except to sigh deeply.
He is a soldier. It is the duty of a soldier to obey orders and he only needs to implement the commander's will.
Good and evil, right and wrong, these are not important - if we really dig into it, war is inherently evil.
This is Gongsun Zan's order.
All Zhao Yun can do is persuade.
If persuasion fails now, I can only stay away from him and act like a fool who hides his ears.
"Help, help! Don't come here, I still have an eighty-year-old mother! Please!"
"I'll give you the money, let me go, let me go!"
"We are just a group of innocent people, we don't know anything!"
These sounds are like worms. Whether he covers his ears or avoids them from a distance, they can clearly penetrate into Zhao Yun's ears; these sounds are like huge hammers, which keep hitting him again and again.
With every sound in his heart, Zhao Yun felt a dull pain in the place called his conscience.
Who would have thought that Zhao Yun, the well-deserved number one fighting force in Sun Zan's camp, could only sit lonely on the city wall and drink wine in a self-deprecating manner, just like an embarrassed ostrich.
"Don't run! Stop!"
"Catch him! Don't let him get away!"
At this moment, there was some movement in the city.
Looking down from the top of the city, we saw that soldiers who were originally scattered around began to gather together, waving weapons in their hands, and soon surrounded a place in the city.
Such a big movement?
Out of curiosity, or wanting to find something to distract himself to reduce his guilt, Zhao Yun took another careful look.
I saw a familiar figure among the stacks of soldiers.
"Is it him? This guy is not dead?"
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"Listen to the gangsters inside, you have been surrounded! Put down your weapons and surrender immediately! This is your only way out!"
Wang Yiyuan was surrounded.
Surrounded by Gongsun Zan's soldiers were countless soldiers from three levels inside and three levels outside. Behind these people, a guy who looked like a scribe found an iron trumpet from somewhere and was shouting.
Thanks to this little devil behind him who is like clockwork.
God knows what this little body is made of, but it can have such a powerful and long-lasting noise-making ability.
Anping has been completely occupied, and these murderous soldiers are everywhere.
Guided by the cries, the surrounding soldiers quickly gathered, and Wang Yiyuan's plan to sneak out of the city was instantly ruined.
"People inside listen..."
Surrender to your paralysis.
"The grass mud horse is really the price of being a hero."
Wang Yiyuan looked like a country woman at this time. She tied a few strips of cloth behind her back and casually fixed the baby called Ping An. On one side, she kept cursing, but on the other side, she danced the big knife in her hand more fiercely than usual.
A bit more ferocious.
Wang Yiyuan spat fiercely, then swung his sword and rushed towards the scribe who kept pressing forward.
"The people inside...Oh my god! Help! Stop him quickly!"
Without the scribe's command, the soldiers had already surrounded Wang Yiyuan, raised their weapons and attacked.
Although for Wang Yiyuan, a single soldier is not strong.
But every time one is killed, more people will surround the gap - as if there is no end.
Not only that, the regular army is also good at joint attack battle formations.
Those cold guns and hidden arrows would suddenly come out from nowhere, catching Wang Yiyuan by surprise.
On normal days, with the epic armor on his body, Wang Yiyuan would have suffered such a painless injury without any explanation - but now, as long as he was hit, the little guy on his back might die on the spot.
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Think about it carefully - you don't say anything about what you are doing, you cry endlessly and your voice is very loud, and the enemy can hear it clearly from miles away, and you are so delicate that if you touch it, you will die instantly and the mission will fail.
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Damn, this is really a drag.
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At present, Wang Yiyuan is less than two hundred meters away from the city gate.
This cricket is two hundred meters long, but it needs to pass through more than ten layers of enemy blockades and defeat hundreds of enemy soldiers.
This does not include the enemy reinforcements that are still pouring in from all around the city, especially the fighting power of the elite Baima Congyi with white horses and silver spears.
Fortunately, orders like [Massacre the City], which are obviously inconsistent with core values, do not allow players to participate in the execution. The tens of thousands of players brought by Gongsun Zan are happily being herded to camps outside the city to discuss their merits and reward them - otherwise, if the number of players is increased, the number of players will be even higher.
There are too many players, and as long as one of them spits, Wang Yiyuan can give up the mission directly.
The city gate was clearly within sight, but in Wang Yiyuan's eyes it was like a chasm.
"That evil thief! Where are you going!"
At this moment, another loud shout came from the city wall.
A bright silver gun fell from the top of the city, and with a bang, it was inserted right in front of Wang Yiyuan.
A huge shock wave was seen spreading around, and both Wang Yiyuan and other Gongsun Zan soldiers around were blown around by a strong wind of level 12.
The next second, a silver-armored warrior descended from the sky, grabbed the long spear that was more than a foot into the ground, and easily pulled it out and held it in his hand.
"Changshan Zhao Zilong, please come! Evil thief, I will never let you have another chance to escape this time!"
Hearing this voice, Wang Yiyuan's eyes darkened.
Brother, I'm just an ordinary player. What does it mean if you, a famous boss in history, Zhao Yun and Zhao Zilong, catch me and bully me?
1 pair of tens of thousands, plus one Zhao Yun.
One thing to say, this is the most malicious mission Wang Yiyuan has faced since he came into contact with the game "Wushuang", and there is almost no hope of victory at all.
Finally, at least the mission is not a card tearing mission, and it does not count as a plot. If you die, you will die. After five minutes, you will be a hero again.
Thinking of this, Wang Yiyuan simply broke the pot and threw it away.
"Evil thief? You, a bunch of executioners who massacred the city, called me an evil thief?"
"You guys must understand clearly, you are the aggressors!"
"Look, you can do something to such a young child! Bah! Minato is shameless!"
I'm sure I can't beat him, so I might as well just live with it, at least it will look like a more honorable death.
The system prompts: "You denounced the enemy's evil deeds in front of the battle, and the enemy's general Zhao Yun seems a little shaken."