The Qiang army outside the city roared wildly, and faintly spread to the street through the rammed earth-covered brick wall.

The refugees who had experienced the Qiang army's attacks in Fanhe City were not afraid of such a situation. However, the last teams of refugees who were captured by the horse army and fled into the city were mostly survivors who escaped by the Qiang army and corpse soldiers. For these poor people who had long become frightened birds, a little bit of the noise of the nightmare they experienced was magnified by the shadow of fear in their hearts.

The Qiang Army cavalry robbed everywhere, and the elderly, weak, women and children became thieves and killed for fun. The strong ones devoured the corpse soldiers as blood food, and even were directly infected as part of the corpse soldiers.

On the way from Wuwei to Zhangye, the Qiang officers stationed in the city where the officials were stationed, who claimed to be loyal to the Han Dynasty for the rest of their lives after joining the army, took the initiative to enter the public hall, killed his colleagues' heads, and opened the city gates as a confession. The fort occupied by the powerful would either die directly or die, or be swallowed up by the corpse soldiers in half a day!

Of course, those Han civil and military officials who fully advocated recruiting a large number of Qiang people as county soldiers had long been promoted to Hezhou and county soldiers at this time. They could not say that they regarded this as a great success in their lives and praised them all the time. Thousands of years later, they would call certain swears who were known as representatives of public opinion as predecessors and confidants.

If it weren't for the fact that Wei Ye had bitten most of the Qiang army in front of Fanhe City and dispatched the horse army to surround and fight from time to time, and would have blocked all the real harm groups here, and I don't know how many deep scars would be left on the land of Xiliang!

These ragged and ragged refugees, half escorted and half driven into Fanhe City, still looked overly frightened after experiencing life and death disasters. According to medical saying, this is the most standard "post-traumatic stress disorder" after experiencing the disaster of life and death. They either become insensitive, self-enclosed, or become oversensitive, and their defense awareness and aggressiveness have been greatly improved. In refugee camps, the camp whistles caused by poor management are often related to the mental trauma of such refugees.

If Wei Ye’s humanitarian care is a little deeper, and he will issue many general coupons to purchase a batch of psychotropic drugs such as paroxetine hydrochloride tablets and distribute them for free, it will certainly be a great charity. If the disciples of Taiping Dao, led by the Liangzhou Branch Priest Kingdom, preach to these refugees, would be considered an alternative.

However, with the opening of another round of siege battle, Taiping Dao's human resources in Fanhe were all exploited by Wei Ye, and sent him to help the Taoist soldiers under Wei Ye protect the five-way fire formation nodes. How could anyone come to relieve these refugees' spiritual burden?

By chance, some refugees caught up with the series of ghosts and noises from the Qiang army outside, and suddenly some of the refugees looked at each other.

He Ming, who was responsible for bringing them into the city, had already jumped off his horse and pulled the soldier who came to pass the order to ask a few questions about the situation of the city defense. In order to keep his spiritual sense clear, Wei Ye now, in addition to keeping Sima Ling's communication channel, he also turned on the non-disturbance mode. Even if he wanted to call and ask directly, Wei Ye refused to accept it.

Just as he said, "What's the situation on the city tower?", there was another scream from outside the Qiang army tentatively attacking the city, and a shrill scream came from behind him: "No, don't kill me!"

During this tragic roar, there were crying one after another: "I don't want to die! I don't want to die!"

"What happened to me?

Before He Ming could figure out what happened in this game, he was surrounded by this group of refugees who were already seven points like ghosts and three points like humans.

It was not right to say that it was surrounded. These refugees just lowered their heads and bumped into him. At this time, he could not help but think about it anymore. The instinct of the warrior had already activated it, and directly grabbed a refugee closest to him and threw it at those who suddenly had epilepsy.

These refugees ran along the way and were almost exhausted. When He Ming hit him in the waist, they immediately fell into a large area like dominoes. However, these refugees who were in a mad state ignored them and just screamed, and some of them fell to the ground. The crazy people either grabbed the ground with their heads or grabbed the people around them and started to bite them.

He Ming was still about to stop him, but someone rushed out earlier than him. He subconsciously turned his head and saw the village peddler who had given him a pair of lamb-skin soft boots, holding the wooden stick in one hand, and hitting the refugees who were trapped in madness one by one, screaming: "Everyone! Listen to something!"

The refugees who were knocked by him seemed to be electrocuted for a moment, their eyes turned pale and they stood still. I don’t know if the big wooden boil on the wooden stick in the hand of this village scholar was too heavy, making these refugees become fools. His figure was also very flexible. Although he was hunched, he was moving like a shock. In a blink of an eye, the most crazy dozens of people were all stunned by him and stopped screaming and moving.

Originally, a group unconscious frenzy like this would take a lot of effort even if it was used to suppress the army. However, the village scholar with a scattered hair and a bearded face knocked out randomly, and the sudden chaos was suppressed in an instant.

Those crazy refugees, as if they had suddenly gained some enlightenment, went on to worship the scholars in this village: "We were all confused just now, and it was all the old gentlemen who helped us to worship!"

The peddler in this village touched his beard and laughed a few times, then turned his head to look at He Ming. Seeing the admiration on the boy's face, he couldn't help but smile again, and then he said loudly: "Since you have escaped from the tiger's mouth, you shouldn't be lucky. Besides, if you meet someone here, you can save you through this disaster! Don't be afraid, don't be panic, let go of your guard, believe that Yu is the way to save and come with someone!"

After a few words, he said that everyone bowed their heads, without He Ming's push to guide them. These refugees followed the scholars in this village and headed towards the county school in a mighty manner. This neat and uniform look was not like a refugee who had survived the disaster, but was almost the same as a soldier who had just been trained.
Chapter completed!