Datang: Eight-year-old general

Chapter 518 A Joke

A heavy dull sound sounded.

The common people around the old man glared at Wyndham map, and rushed forward to check in panic.

However, Wende Mutu, who was ashamed and angry, scolded, "Whoever dares to touch this traitor, I will regard him as an accomplice, and according to the crime of traitor, he will be killed without pardon!!"

As soon as Windham figured this out.

The people in Baghdad froze, but they still ignored the threat of Windemtu and stepped forward to approach the old man.

"Cough...no...don't come here." The big eater choked out a mouthful of blood, raised his hand with difficulty, and said slowly, "Don't let that beast find... an excuse to kill you."

"I die...it doesn't matter, but you have to remember, never...don't...don't believe...they..."

The old man of Dashi finished his speech intermittently, raised his hand and lowered it, opened his eyes that were ashen ashes, and completely lost his life.

He is old.

At the beginning, when the old man exposed Windemtu's false face, he never thought that he would survive.

Because the old man knows very well that these rich and powerful people are ruthless in their hearts.

He wanted to use his own death to wake up the people of Baghdad, not to be played by them anymore, not to shed blood for nothing.

The people in Baghdad watched the old man die, and slowly retracted their outstretched hands, their eyes filled with desolation.

Then they stood up one after another, turned to face Wendemtu, and the big food soldiers, questioning with hatred.

"General Windemtu, why did you kill him? He's just an ordinary old man!!"

"You group of inhuman beasts, don't you know that this old man donated all the valuables in the house for the sake of big food, so that he can collect food for you!"

"In order to be loyal to the king and to the faith, his three sons also joined the army one after another, and there are no bones left so far!"

"Such a person who is so devoted to the food, but you are forcing him to leave his morality, and even killed him, is this our army of the food!!"

"..."

Questions came out from the mouths of countless people in Baghdad.

It seems to be venting their inner resentment.

But I don't know.

It's all about them too.

It was they themselves who single-handedly sent themselves into suffering.

Those in power are masterminds, and they are accomplices.

Who is right and who is wrong, looking at it from different angles, the results are also different.

"Shut up!" Wyndhamtu looked at the people in Baghdad who were so emotional that their faces became hideous.

He shouted violently, "Do you all want to rebel?!"

"If it is, then don't blame me for killing and beheading all of you!"

In the eyes of Windham at this moment.

The people of Baghdad are no longer the people of the big food country, but a group of rebels.

For the rebels, the only option is to kill!

The big food soldiers behind Wendemutu heard what Wendemutu said, and began to aim their soldiers at the people of Baghdad.

Although there is resentment in their eyes.

There is also hesitation.

But now they are soldiers and can only obey the orders of the generals above.

And even if they have different intentions, for the entire Baghdad defenders, 100 of them are ants.

One's own death, or someone else's death, has never been a difficult decision.

"We let you go. We only ask General Windemtu to guarantee that we will not harm women and children in Baghdad."

Facing Wyndhamtu's murderous intent, the people of Baghdad had to succumb.

They thought about rebelling.

But seeing those helpless women and children, the men in Baghdad lowered their eyes of hatred.

"Okay, as long as you are obedient, I will never embarrass them!" Wende Mutu looked at the people in Baghdad and agreed in a deep voice.

He has achieved his goal, and he no longer clings to it.

He was also afraid that he would push them against him.

That would be a disaster for them.

Out of anger for the common people, Varius may have him beheaded.

that's it.

From the people in Baghdad, men who met the requirements came out one after another.

Able-bodied persons over 13 years old.

Most of them are immature teenagers, as well as elderly people.

None of the youth.

A little middle-aged.

A total of more than [-] people.

"Let's go!" Wende Mutu looked at the more than [-] people, turned his horse's head and began to return towards the city wall.

More than [-] Baghdad city folk husbands looked back at their relatives before leaving, with deep reluctance in their eyes.

The women and children who watched them leave wept softly.

It made the whole city of Baghdad full of sadness and sadness.

But when Wendemutu led more than [-] civilians and had not yet reached the city wall, the thunderous thunder resounded through the sky again.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

"No, the generals of the Tang Dynasty still have that terrifying thing, you guys find a cover and hide!!" Wen Demutu turned pale when he heard the sound, and hurriedly shouted at the more than [-] civilians behind him.

But before the more than [-] civilian husbands could react, a private house not far from their eyes suddenly exploded.

As a result, the soldiers who were close to the houses were crushed to death by flying stones.

To see such a horrible scene.

The more than [-] civilian husbands who finally gathered together suddenly dispersed in a rush, and ran towards the back one after another, panicked.

For the first time, they saw what it was.

A ball with fireworks directly blew up the houses in front of them.

If it falls on them, it will be turned into a meat paste.

"Don't run away, come back to the general, come back!!" Wen Demutu looked at the panicked and desperately fleeing civilian husband, and yelled angrily.

But it was covered up by the rumbling gunfire.

Let the recruitment of civilian husbands this time become a joke.

He wanted to go back and rob and kill the civilian husband.

But looking at the flustered soldiers, he immediately gave up his thoughts, and honestly crawled behind a stone pier, waiting for the sound of the guns to stop.

Go back and summon the folks.

at the same time.

The soldiers on the city wall heard the thunder and saw the bullets flying towards them, and cursed with their eyes wide open.

They've just disposed of the body.

They just finished moving the defense equipment.

They just went up to the city wall to defend themselves.

This terrifying thing fell from the top of their heads.

The big food soldiers who hadn't climbed down to escape were blown up on the spot and flew around.

The continuous miserable screams once again resounded through the entire city wall.

"Hundan, damn the generals of the Tang Dynasty, I, Varius, swear you will pay the price!!" Varius roared aggrievedly.

Once again crawling under the battlements.

He asserted that the generals of the Tang Dynasty had run out of terrifying balls.

But now, he slapped him in the face severely.

This made him have no majesty in front of the soldiers.

"Marshal Varius, this is probably Datang's last blow, Marshal, please calm down..." Seeing that Varius was about to lose control, General Dashi hurriedly comforted him.

It doesn't matter if Valjus dies, but he can't act recklessly and lead them to die together.

"Warriors of the order, stick to this wave, and we will win!" Varjus, who was close to madness, was pulled back by the words of the general Dashi, and gave an order angrily.

"Subordinates, let's pass it on now." General Dashi breathed a sigh of relief, bent over and left quickly.

But they waited for half a day.

The sound of rumbling guns never stopped.

It caused huge casualties to the big food soldiers.

Even the city wall was smashed, revealing gaps of various sizes.

(End of this chapter)