But the blood of those who had just been killed has not been drained cleanly, and they will die if they are left here. As soon as they heard this, the crowd swarmed out and rushed out from the west city gate, crying for their fathers and mothers.
It was a chaotic mess. After all these people squeezed through the city gate, there were nearly a hundred innocent people on the ground who had been trampled to death. There were also a few who were still alive, lying on the ground twitching, like those who came ashore from the water.
The fish. Most of the people who died were young and old. There was also a mother who fell to the ground protecting her young child. The mother had been trampled beyond recognition, but her hands, shoulders and chest were still tightly protecting the child under her body.
child.
When Li Luo walked over, the child was not dead. He looked at Li Luo, who was slowly approaching, through the gap in his mother's body. There was the purest and most vicious hatred in the world in his eyes! His eyes hurt a little, then
Tao's gaze was a little burning. Although his heart didn't hurt as much as he imagined, it was just a little heavy, as heavy as a hundred thousand mountains weighing on his heart. So he could only put on the mask. Before putting on the mask, he looked back.
I glanced at the soaring fire approaching the west city gate. I was in such a hurry that I didn't pay much attention to the appearance of Jingyang City. I could only see a trace of the elegance and cleanliness of the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River from the streets and houses that had not had time to be swallowed up by the flames. Beizhamen
, Hefutou, the stone slabs on the street are very old, many of the edges have been worn away by passers-by, but they retain the atmosphere of years of fireworks. Along the street, there is an open space on one side, and rows of houses built with gray bricks on the other.
The low wall is made up, with melon vines climbing on the top of the wall, and a few yellow flowers on their heads. The gently raised corners of the courtyards behind the low wall, and the bamboo buildings at the corners, should be very lively on weekdays. Maybe Mr. Storytelling, maybe
If someone shouts a few words, a lot of people will gather in front of the building. They will be so excited that they can't help but applaud and applaud. There are also those tireless children who are walking around in the crowd like melon vines.
Standing bees and butterflies... This scene only flashed before Li Luo's eyes for a moment, and the next moment, he was embraced by the drifting smoke and sparks.
There was a clear whistle and the sound of horse hooves could be heard clearly from under the city gate. He finally put on his mask, took the lead, and rushed out following the crowd. Hucha Dongchan gave a sweet shout, jumped down from the top of the city, and landed.
At that moment, a war horse with an empty saddle happened to be led over by a Chinese cavalry officer. She put her hands on the saddle slightly, twisted her body backwards in mid-air, and sat firmly on the saddle, while the war horse seemed to have no energy.
I realized that there was an extra person in my body.
What a handsome riding skill! The expressions of the armored knights could not be seen clearly, but the soldiers of the Chinese Army Cavalry and the Shesheng Battalion all applauded in unison!
Eight thousand cavalrymen came out of the west city gate, and they didn't know whether the child who was protected by his mother to the death was dead or alive.
In front of the Song family formation.
Song Wufang, who was elegant and calm, even a little indifferent, looked at the people of Jingyang City who were flocking to Jingyang City. The Dagan cavalry was behind them, driving the people of the city towards them like a flock of sheep. Song Wufang's expression did not change, but his face
There was a trace of helplessness on his face, he shook his head slightly and sighed: "He is quite ruthless."
There are two people on the left and right of Song Wufang's war horse. On the left is a thin man with an aura like a knife, a figure like a knife, and a face like a knife. He is over thirty years old. Although there is no knife visible on his body, it is clearly noticeable.
I think he is a master who is good at using swords, much like Caohai's Leaf Blade or Mad Eagle. On the right is a general wearing a military uniform, with a big face and big ears, and an unassuming appearance. Compared to Song Wufang on the side, he looks a little more inconspicuous.
.However, the aura on his body was not concealed at all, as if there was no fighting or grabbing. If you like him, he is there. If you hate him, he is also there. As thick as a mountain, just looking at it gives people an inexplicable feeling of him.
It feels right to be there. No matter what happens, he can stop it.
Immediately behind the three men was Xiaoyao Hou, whom Li Luo had met once before. When he joined the Nanwang Palace, he was treated as a guest by Song Yayu. Now that the Nanfu is in war, it is time for him to contribute. On the side
There was also Lei Juan, who might have experienced this kind of battlefield fighting for the first time. His face was a little red, and he stared intently at a few Dagan cavalry who arrived in front of the formation in the blink of an eye.
"Let them pass." Song Wufang gave the order in a deep voice. The sword-like man glanced at him one more time, but the imposing general on the side did not hesitate at all. He ordered the army to avoid the front and let the Dagan cavalry pass.
Song Wufang watched the torrent of Dagan cavalry passing by, a coldness flashed in his eyes, and then he calmed down. In Nanfu, he could treat the people like rotten dogs, but not in Nanwangfu. Li Luohen, Song Wufang's
The response was not slow, but Jingyang City was still late. Looking at the thick smoke rising from the city, he expected that the granary in Jingyang City was exhausted. Song Qiuning and Song Wuxin didn't even have the Dagan Cavalry for half a day.
Block, to be honest, he didn't think that the 40,000 Nanfu cavalry he led could defeat the Great Ganding Heavenly King, so he just let him pass, not just because he wanted to save the people of Nanfu who were on the edge of the knife. With his character
, if we are not completely sure, we will not take action easily.
Jingyang city was broken, Song Qiuning was captured and later released, Song Wuxin died in the battle, Song Wufang let Li Luo lead his army to break out safely, and the news soon spread to Yuzhou.
The Song family's 100,000-strong army was already in the Wei Mansion, just a stone's throw away from Mu Tianlang. The Jingyang battle reports came one after another, making the generals in the Nanwang Mansion uneasy. It was really not a good feeling. Another battle report came just a moment ago.
After entering the camp, they are now placed on the table in the Chinese military tent.
Song Wuque opened it and took a look. It was a secret report on the whereabouts of Li Luo and the cavalry officers he led. He let out a slight sigh: "Lianggui Mansion? Why did he go to Dianzhou?"
All the generals were stunned, Dianzhou? Lianggui Mansion? What is there in Dianzhou?
Yu Hongyan didn't care at all, but after taking a breath, she reached out and snatched the confidential battle report letter, looked at it carefully for a few times, her delicate body trembled slightly, and she gritted her teeth and shouted: "This bastard!"
Song Wuque was stunned and looked at his mother in surprise. After thinking for a while, his expression suddenly changed and he groaned: "He is going..."
Yu Hongyan stood up abruptly, looking like she was going to lead troops to rush for reinforcements, but she immediately sat down slumped. If she went now, she would not be able to catch up anyway, so she could only resign herself to fate. She suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness in her heart, vaguely understanding that he went north to Caohai back then.
, when the seven tribes and eighty-three tribes of Caohai were turned upside down, Xiang Liuer felt helpless and resentful in his heart. Even if he died, it would be very uncomfortable before he died.
The generals in the tent didn't know why and looked at each other in confusion.