They were in chaos and fled.

Meng Shu looked back and said nothing, nor did he ask anyone to stop the people from fleeing. He just endured the increasingly painful wounds in his chest and abdomen, raised his sword, and faced death.

"We are Han soldiers! Behind us are Han people!"

"Today we have to fight to the death, how can we protect our family with our lives!"

"My lords, we will die together today! Under the underworld, if we drink wine again, you and I will be so drunk that we will not wake up!"

"I am willing to follow the captain! We will live and die together!"

And on the street, the gray-haired country man also roared, awakening the remaining sanity of the people around him...

"Why are you running?! There are barbarians around! Where can you run?!" The old voice of the villager sounded on the street, "You ran away. Can your mother, your wife, and your children run away? Can they run away again?"

Where to go?!"

"If you touch your crotch and there are still eggs, then you are following me!"

In the Han Dynasty, village elders were generally held by those with higher reputations in urban and rural areas, and most of the village elders were relatively concerned about reputation rather than purely for money and power. Therefore, when facing foreign enemies, they

These village elders will basically stand on the side of the Han people, not on the side of money.

After being yelled at by the village elder and stopped by several young people around him, the fleeing people at the city gate gradually calmed down...

"Follow me to kill the enemy!" The village elder raised the long sword in his hand and shouted. This long sword was not originally used to kill people, but as a symbol of status, but now, the village elder raised it

The sword, which had not yet been stained with blood, roared angrily and took the lead in killing towards the city gate.

The people looked left and right, and after a while, some people began to collect various weapons, even just wooden sticks, on the ground or around them, and followed the villagers with hatred for the intruders.

A Qiang-headed man had just hacked to death a Han guard. He laughed and raised his head. Just when he felt that victory was just around the corner, he saw another group of people approaching in the darkness at the intersection. His heart suddenly jumped.

Then I took a closer look and couldn't help but curse secretly. I thought it was reinforcements, but it turned out to be ordinary people...

Meng Shu led the garrison to intercept them. At this time, there was no need to worry about the issue of life and death. Death in battle was death, and the city was captured, which was death. Everyone let go of their hands and feet, staring at a pair of blood-red eyes, completely ignoring the cuts on themselves.

With weapons, what he wanted to do wholeheartedly was kill people. To kill the Qiang people in front of him, he would kill as many as he could.

A Han soldier had just killed a Qiang man when he encountered the next opponent. He was about to parry, but due to exhaustion from the continuous fighting, he could not keep up. Instead of opening all his spears, he was shot

It was pierced into the abdomen, and the armor on his body had been damaged in many places during the battle, and the iron pieces had also collapsed a lot...

And these collapsed parts also show that these locations are particularly vulnerable to attack...

The spear penetrated the body, and the Han soldier roared angrily and slashed the Qiang man's neck with his knife...

Then another Qiang man rushed up. The Han soldier held a transparent spear in one hand, stared with bloodshot eyes, gritted his teeth and staggered forward, but he could no longer stand still...

The Qiang man smiled ferociously and chopped off the Han soldier's head with one knife...

The Han soldiers did not resist at all and allowed the Qiang people's swords to fall. At the same time, their own swords pierced into the enemy's waist amidst the roar...

"made money……"

"Brother!" Another soldier gritted his teeth and rushed forward. He rounded his sword and cut off the Qiang man's head. Then he glanced at his brother lying on the ground, howled and rushed forward.

The common people also rushed forward and grabbed the weapons dropped by the Han soldiers. These untrained ordinary people often had to pay the price of several people to kill an enemy. But no one backed down. The relatives and neighbors in front fell to the ground.

He fell into a pool of blood, and the people who followed him roared crazily and rushed forward one after another. They didn't know how to use weapons, so they hugged him with their hands, bit with their teeth, and used their flesh and blood to resist the enemy's steel weapons.

On the battlefield where flesh and blood are everywhere, there is only the murderous intent that shakes the sky, and there are only soldiers who risk their lives. There is no fear, no crying, and no flinching.

At this time, the Han people, even in a small border town like Zhangye, still had a heroic spirit!

Meng Shu was pushed aside by the crowd, coughing up blood.

Probably the broken ribs were pierced into his lungs, making it difficult for him to breathe. Every breath he took was extremely painful. He didn't know how Meng Shu could still stand. Before, he was desperately protecting the city.

of the people, and now it is the people who are replacing him in front of him.

A fierce Qiang leader slashed his sword into an old man's chest, and then his sword was firmly held in the hand of the thin, dark old man with a pair of dry wood-like hands.

The leader of the Qiang people roared and drew the knife with all his strength. The old man's hands were on the blade, which was dripping with blood. He pulled hard and all of his fingers were broken! The old man said nothing, but suddenly rushed forward, letting the Qiang people

The leader's knife penetrated his entire body!

The Qiang leader tried to push away the old man's body with his hands, but saw another Han man rushing up, howling, and hitting his shoulder with a wooden stick, and then the wooden stick broke and flew away.

And the Han man still didn't retreat, but howled and clamped his neck like it was a street fight...

The Qiang leader pulled out the short blade from his boots and stabbed it into the Han man's waist. At the same time, he raised his other hand and struck a young man in the face who rushed forward.

He fell to the ground with blood...

The Qiang leader just breathed a sigh of relief when he found that his legs were being held by the young Han man who had just fallen. An old man's body was hanging on his waist, a middle-aged man's arm was around his neck, and one leg was being held by another.

The young Han man on the ground held him in his arms and was biting...

"Ouch..."

The leader of the Qiang people was in great pain. He was about to punch the young Han man who bit his leg to death when he saw a long spear coming from the side. Then he had no weapon in his hand to parry. He wanted to hide. There were three people hanging on him.

Unable to hide, he could only watch helplessly as the spear penetrated his chest and abdomen from the side with a pop!

Blood flowed out like water along the spear shaft, taking away all the strength of the fierce Qiang leader. He stared, grinned and tilted his head, as if with an expression of disbelief, and fell down...

The Qiang people's attack near the city gate was suppressed for a while.

Meng Shu looked at these people, watching people rushing forward one after another, watching pairs of brothers, father and son dying under the sword of the Qiang people, and ordinary kind-hearted people falling to the ground one after another.

On the ground, his tears flowed down uncontrollably...

These people in Zhangye, these respectable and lovely ordinary people, bear the most taxes and contribute the most power. When the Han Dynasty needs them most, these people stepped forward without hesitation, without complaint.

Regretfully, I paid my blood and my life...

Jia Wenhe!

All this blood and sacrifice, is this what you want?
Chapter completed!