Crazy Concubine is very sturdy

Chapter 541 Advance and retreat with the Lie Wang (4)
"Advance and retreat with Lie Wang!"

A very ironic battle between the people of South Korea and the soldiers of South Korea kicked off. Zhan Beilie led the rest of his men to fight against the enemy together with the people.

Even though there are tens of thousands of people in this city, the real young and middle-aged men have already been conscripted several times, and there are very few left. They held pots and pans, raised their writing brushes, raised their rattle drums, raised their hands with hoes and sickles to cut wheat, and pointed the butcher knives at their own people who had betrayed them!
This is a force for survival!

In the eyes of the South Korean army, their power was as weak as ants, but this power was twisted into a rope, shaking every South Korean soldier under the tower.

They were also common people, they also had fathers and mothers, they also married wives and had children...

They heard with their own ears the people in Zhaocheng, their evaluation of Daqin, and saw with their own eyes the actions of King Lie of Daqin in the past ten days. It seemed that a small corner of their belief in fighting the invaders had collapsed, and something else had melted into them. , What is it, they can't tell.

However, this thing slowed down their climbing of the city tower, the voice of shouting to kill weakened, and the arm that raised the weapon hesitated.

Looking at the blood flowing into the river and the piles of corpses, they couldn't help asking themselves: Is it worth it?
Gradually, some soldiers began to bow their heads and step back, throwing away the weapons in their hands, kneeling on the ground and hugging their heads in pain. They didn't understand what the war was for thousands of years. ?
There were more and more people, and many soldiers retreated to the outside of the battlefield. The South Korean general was furious and shouted: "Kill! Do you want to rebel! Kill! Kill these unscrupulous people!"

The soldier smiled wryly.

They were also the current generals, the city guards of Zhaocheng ten days ago, and they were promoted to officials because they robbed all the rice and grain from the people of Zhaocheng.

The general picked up the big knife, with a ferocious cold light flashing, he chopped down the heads of the soldiers who were retreating to one side!

"Disturb the morale of the army, I will kill..."

call out!
A sharp sword came with the wind, whistling and whistling, covering the words of the general...

boom!
The broadsword held high by the general fell into a pool of blood, with an arrow stuck between his brows, a little scarlet line with blood winding, his eyes wide open and he fell down!
The general's death, like a bomb detonated in the South Korean army, caused a huge riot. The soldiers looked at the man who shot the arrow, the heroic man standing on the top of the city like a monument.

Even though his eye circles are black and black, his eagle eyes are bloodshot, his cheeks are slightly sunken, and his chin is messy with stubble, but he still can't conceal his domineering and unruly demeanor, his black robe is flying around, The corners of his dry, peeling lips slowly, slowly raised...

He knew that the hatred and resistance would always change!

At the end of the sky outside Zhaocheng, the setting sun is like blood.

This is a blood-red world, with crimson clouds rolling over, scarlet blood flowing, every opened eye is covered with amazing red bloodshots, and at this time, these bloodshot eyes are mixed with blood. A little confused, a little panicked.

The smelly gust of wind blows...

Suddenly, someone shouted: "He killed the general!"

This scream woke up everyone. The general's corpse was lying on the mountain of corpses. Some people clamored to climb the tower and brandished swords to avenge the general.

Someone rushed up after being excited, grabbed Pao Ze and yelled: "Those are all our South Korean people!"

Some people looked at the man on the tower, but didn't know what to do for a while.

That man was a general of South Korea, but he robbed the people of South Korea of ​​rice and wanted to kill the soldiers of South Korea, but all of this was stopped by the prince of Daqin. Nothing could be more ironic than this.A small corner of belief collapsed in my heart, and a hole was opened again. Large pieces of rubble fell down, and the sharp edges and corners pierced my heart with pain!

There was chaos in the South Korean army. At this moment, a childish exclamation suddenly came from the tower.

"mother?"

A child of seven or eight years old, with a soft and immature voice, trembling with a hoarse broken voice, his body is as thin as a stick, with only his thin shoulders exposed through the city wall, a pair of eyes like obsidian on his sallow face, staring at him without blinking. Looking at the woman who suddenly fell down.

Trembling, he called out in a low voice, "Mom?"

The voice was really small, with a bit of caution, it was clear that there was a lot of wind in the ear, and it was clear that the city was chaotic and noisy, but it penetrated into everyone's ears so precisely and so miraculously.

Whether it was the people on the tower or the South Korean army below the tower, they all stopped at this moment, staring blankly at the sallow and emaciated child.

The child laughed.

On his deeply sunken cheekbone, he showed the brightest smile, squinting his obsidian eyes, step by step towards the ignorant mother, he said: "Mother, are you hungry? You just fainted." Right? Uncle Wang Ye said that the reinforcements will come, the princess will come, and we all have something to eat!"

pat.

The child smiled, and big drops of tears slowly fell from the sockets of his eyes, dripping into everyone's heart, the salty tears carried infinite sourness, and traveled along the limbs and bones.

People began to cry bitterly.

The depression of the past ten days finally broke out completely at this moment, at the moment when the woman starved to death and left the orphan smiling and unwilling to believe it. It became more and more intense, they hugged their shoulders and shrank in the cold wind, leaving only hesitation and desolation in their hearts.

Tears formed a pond.

Suppressed whimpers drifted along the long wind, and all the sounds disappeared. The soldier's feet seemed to be rooted, and he stepped motionlessly in the pool of blood that converged into a river. People went to pick it up, they even forgot that this was a battlefield, everyone was looking at the child and the smile on his face.

That smile is infinitely brilliant, like a little flower swaying in the wind.

(End of this chapter)