Chapter 148 Despair
There was no organization, no order, only despair and anger.
Countless refugees howled, waving simple farm tools and wooden sticks, and some even rushed towards Nanyang City with bare hands.
They didn't even have torches. In the darkness, in General Sun's eyes, they looked like a roaring, invisible monster.
There are now one thousand soldiers outside the city, two thousand inside the city, and another two thousand in the camp ready to go. Five thousand elite soldiers against fifty thousand the elderly, the weak, women and children, this can be an easy massacre.
But General Sun had never been so frightened before. Even when facing the Liao soldiers who outnumbered him several times, he had never been so frightened.
General Sun raised his hand, and the messenger beside him immediately shouted: "Control!"
Countless horn bows were pointed at the ground, with arrows nocked one by one. As long as the refugees rushed into the range, they would be greeted by countless rain of arrows.
The refugees rushed forward desperately, but as they ran, some of them exhausted their last bit of strength and fell to the ground, unable to get up again.
But they still rushed forward. The towering city walls and the forest of spears were their final targets. They opened their mouths, let out meaningless roars, shook off their tears and snot, and moved forward courageously.
"Why?" Zhao Yushu looked at the strange man in front of him. There was no cunning of conspiracy in the man's eyes, only sadness and anger. He held a white flower bud in his hand, and red flames were shining inside the bud. This was a low-grade treasure. Even if he had no spiritual power, as long as he squeezed it lightly, countless flames would engulf the land.
"Why?" The man shed tears, "Why did my mother die? Why did my wife and children die? Why can they collect grain when they want to collect grain and release grain when they want to release grain? Why do we have to die if they want us to die and live if they want us to live?!"
Zhao Yushu closed his eyes. Wang Shaolin won. He seemed to have the world in his heart, but he only maneuvered at a high level. Wang Shaolin seemed to be high above, but he found the sharpest weapon in the mud.
"There are still 50,000 of your brothers and sisters outside, and they will all die!" Zhao Yushu made his last struggle.
"It's better to die. If I die, we won't have to suffer anymore. You can't stop me. Many of us are ready to die."
The man smiled, tears streaming down his face. He exerted a little force and flames burst out, instantly engulfing his body like a red lotus.
"The fire of red lotus will burn the world to ashes"
Zhao Yushu pounced forward, spiritual power gushed out, wrapping the huge red lotus, and the explosion roared in his arms.
The fierce fight in the government office has been going on for a long time. Logically speaking, if the Sixth Heaven does not have a powerful martial art or a treasure to bless it, no matter how angry it is, it will not be able to directly compete with the Seventh Heaven, which is one level higher than itself. But the old helmsman did it.
Lan Rong was defeated step by step, with a look of doubt and surprise in his eyes.
The old captain's spiritual power is abnormally strong, and he is using a secret method to burn his life.
After this battle, regardless of the outcome, the old helmsman will at best become a disabled person, or at worst die on the spot.
Why bother?
A figure rushed out from the backyard and headed straight for the gate. Lan Rong was startled. He held the old helmsman with one palm and swung out a wall of water with the other palm. Lan Ling hit the wall of water and bounced back to the ground.
"What are you doing! Go back!"
Faced with a powerful enemy, Lan Rong wondered whether the old helmsman would vent his anger on his daughter.
"Zhao Yushu must be there! I'm going to help him!"
"Go back!" Lan Rong was furious.
"Hahahaha, Lan Rong, you've wasted all your skills. You're not even half as good as your daughter!" The old helmsman increased his strength and pushed Lan Rong back three steps again.
Lan Ling took this opportunity to leap forward and rushed towards the gate again.
Lan Rong was furious. He roared and exchanged a move with the old helmsman, then held the moon in his hands. A water ball appeared out of thin air around Lan Ling, trapping her inside.
"It has come to this! The rioters must have already attacked the city, what else are you going to do!" Lan Rong cursed angrily. Lan Ling tried her best to hit the water ball, but she was only at the third level of cultivation and there was no way she could break it.
"Dad! Put out the fire! Save as many as possible!" Lan Ling cried and hit the water ball.
"What are you saving? There are rioters outside the city now. Have you forgotten that you are an official appointed by the court?" Lan Rong became angrier and angrier as he spoke. He was distracted and hit by a punch from the old helmsman. He almost vomited blood.
"An official appointed by the imperial court..." Lan Ling's crying stopped abruptly. She stared blankly at her father who was fighting with a flaming lion like a dragon. The figure of her once kind and mighty father began to disappear, and slowly only an official robe fluttering up and down remained.
"Dad..." Lan Ling stretched out her hand, as if trying to grab something.
The two people who were fighting paused subconsciously at the same time, and an unusual fluctuation of spiritual power emerged around them.
Lan Rong's water sword dissipated with a splash, and the old helmsman's flames also became erratic. The two of them stopped and looked at the water ball.
"Ling'er..." The astonishment in Lan Rong's eyes turned into painful pity.
In the water ball, Lan Ling's spiritual power continued to rise, and she broke through the threshold of the third heaven and entered the fourth heaven.
At the same time, her jet-black hair turned completely white, as if the ink color had been washed away.
The water ball was broken by the suddenly rising spiritual power. Lan Ling looked at Lan Rong deeply, with only disappointment in her eyes.
His figure soared into the sky like an ice phoenix, flying towards the sky-high fire dragon outside the city.
Zhao Yushu was awakened by the violent shaking. When he opened his eyes, he saw blood and fire everywhere. Fang Sanniang was shaking his body desperately.
"Zhao Yushu! Wake up!"
"Hurry, go quickly. There are lotuses in their hands. I don't know how many people there are. Don't ask. Kill them all. Go quickly!" The first words Zhao Yushu said when he woke up were to give orders in a hurry. These people were determined to die. As long as they were still alive, they might have other means. There could be no compassion at this time and they could only be killed.
Fang Sanniang was stunned for a moment, then immediately realized something and turned and ran away.
Zhao Yushu sat up, coughed violently a few times, and spat out a mouthful of blood. His upper robe was almost blown to pieces, and countless burning blood marks covered his chest. He glanced at the burning granary, and it was impossible to put out the fire.
The fleeting shadow was activated, and a figure shuttled through the warehouse that had not yet burned. Sword lights flashed, pieces of burning wooden boards broke and fell, and bags of grain were thrown out.
A drop in the bucket.
But there was no better way. The fire was too big and they could only demolish and rescue at the same time.
"String!" With an order, the sound of the bowstring being tightened was heard, and the bow was bent towards the sky. The refugees were getting closer and closer. Even without light, one could still see those pairs of red eyes coming towards them in an overwhelming manner.
The herald officer looked at General Sun anxiously, holding the command flag high in his hand, but his hand could not help shaking.
The refugee vanguard has already entered the range of an arrow, their anger has begun to burn the faces of the front-row sergeants, and they have no intention of stopping.
General Sun subconsciously looked back at the closed city gate, as if expecting an impossible miracle.
Finally, General Sun lowered his head, made a gesture, and the command flag rolled up hot wind and chopped down suddenly.
"wind!"
The sound of thousands of arrows fired at the same time is not a series of swishes, but one sound.
Bang!
It begins with city walls and ends with flesh and blood.
At this moment, Nanyang City finally saw blood.