In the 26th year of Taiyuan, in the winter, the imperial capital.

The east has not yet turned white, and the vast land is silent.

Suddenly, a strong wind mixed with dust and sand swept across the sky, reaching the center of the imperial city. The wind in the imperial capital is the most common, often covering the sky and the sun. However, today, this wind not only breaks the silence before dawn, but also seems to have an irresistible anger, but also a smell of blood.

The wind roared and hovered in the streets and alleys of the imperial capital, beating the broken walls and the doors and windows. Not only did it not weaken at all, it became more manic.

The people who were imprisoned in a big room seemed to have sensitively smelled this different wind, or they had been shocked by the tragic scenes that had been instinct and helpless. People were awakened.

The wind roared for a while, and the east gradually turned white, but the ground was covered in gray, and the world was still in chaos.

People who were awakened didn't know what to do. Instead of waking up and living a life of fear, it would be better to fall asleep in a drowsy way. Although they were also uneasy to sleep, at least they didn't have to face the broad daylight and what was about to happen in the next second. Because no one knew whether they could live another day.

People were restless, sighing, talking, and praying in a low voice. Suddenly, a loud "clang" sounded completely breaking the silence before dawn. People were so scared that they trembled in their hearts. Someone said in horror in the alley: "It was the wind that blew down the 'three-layer shelf', and the foreign devils should be coming soon."

As soon as these words were said, people's hearts trembled again.

"what to do?"

"God, I want to live a few more years. I am still young and I haven't even married my wife!"

"Oh my God, my God! What kind of world is this?!"

"A country is about to be destroyed, and there will be monsters. This foolish and cowardly woman will destroy my heavenly dynasty!"

The last person to speak was an old man. As soon as he finished speaking, the old man staggered and bumped into the mottled door wall, leaving no breath.

People have no other reactions except sighing, and it seems that they are used to such situations.

A baby's cry sounded particularly loudly, bringing some vitality to this dead dawn.

"Xiaobao, don't cry! You have only been in this world for a few days. Mom can't let you take you away like Saner next door. Mom will take you away. Let's go to Jiangnan, and then leave."

A gentle female voice said firmly, as she packed her simple luggage neatly, sometimes slapped the baby's swaddle in her arms.

"The Li family's wife is right. We can't afford to offend, can't we hide? Instead of waiting for death here, it's better to escape!"

"What are you running away? You will die as if you are at the top of the city. The foreign devils who are killed in heaven are not eye-catching."

"It's also death here, and escaping is also death. It's better to fight."

"Yes, now the foreign devils only occupy our imperial city, the central part, the south of the Yangtze River, and the north of the border, so let's escape!"

"You have to go quickly, and before dawn, foreign devils start killing people again."

...

"If you want to leave, you will go. If I don't leave, I would rather die than die in the imperial city."

"Yes, I will die here even if I die."

"What I mean is that I would rather die than be a refugee or a deserter."

...

People began to argue, and for a moment, two completely opposite opinions formed.

It was already completely dawn, but it was still foggy and gray.

There were about two hundred people who decided to escape, and they moved neatly towards the city gate.

The daughter-in-law of the Li family was afraid that the child would cry, so she arched her body and stuffed her nipples into the child's mouth and followed everyone. Thinking of San'er in the next house yesterday, she was only three years old and a three-year-old boy, she asked the foreigners to put it... She didn't want to think about it anymore. As long as she thought about that scene again, she would go crazy, and San'er's mother was crazy on the spot.

After the agitation just now, the group of people who decided to stay were all determined to be on the verge of death.

The sun slowly rose from the horizon, facing the thick gray fog, it seemed so weak and distant, without any penetration, hanging lazily in the east, like a ball of blood.

"Haha, Yamada, you won yesterday. Today, let's see which of us has the most kills, so let's enjoy the best flower girl first."

"Hahaha, this idea is good!"

A group of foreigners in various military uniforms, including yellow-haired, red-haired, brown-haired, blue-eyed, gray-eyed, tall and short, about hundreds of people. They spoke in foreign languages, whimpering strangely, laughing in disguise, and stepping on the heavy floor of the imperial city, kicking and stomping.

"Huh? Where have the idiots gone? Why are there so many missing all of a sudden?"

A tall red-haired man exclaimed.

"When I came in yesterday, there were four hundred people. I'll count them, one, two..."

A thin man with blue eyes was lit with a gun and a head of his head.

The people who were imprisoned were staring at him with anger, as if they were about to burst into flames.

The thin man noticed the hostile atmosphere, pulled the trigger, and with a "bang", a man fell to the ground. Then, another sound, an old woman fell to the ground.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, two more are missing."

The thin man shrugged his scissors and said helplessly with a smile.

People could no longer suppress it, and a voice sounded: "Damn it, fight with these beasts!"

People gathered around like a flood, and the thin man was stunned for a moment and opened his mouth wide. The person in front snatched his gun and stuffed it into his mouth. Bullets entered his throat and came out of the back of his head.

The other foreigners all raised their guns and pointed them at the people.

A person who looked like an officer said, "Everyone counts, how many fools are there!"

With his order, the remaining foreigners raised their guns one after another, accompanied by their sharp and harsh laughter, and a burst of gunfire sounded.

...

The gunshots were gone, the corpses on the ground were piled up like mountains, and blood flowed into a river...

The officer said: "It's not enough to be satisfied, it's not enough to practice. Bill, you go find a few more."

"It was obviously more than that many yesterday, where did those go?"

"No matter where they go, they can't go out unless they can fly, hahahahaha!"

The thick fire burned through the roof, and the fishy red fire rose into the sky, illuminating most of the imperial city. The thick black smoke was blown away by the strong wind. In addition to the unusually unpleasant strange smell, it seemed that a silent sad song was echoed in the air...

"Sir, it's burning now. What else can I burn when I drink at night?" asked a pointed soldier.

"Some are! Today we want to set a record. Those who are killed in darkness are hung on the 'three-layer shelf', and those who are killed in daylight are burned on the spot." The officer responded.

What they call "three-layer rack" is an iron rack hanging people's heads. There are three floors in total. Foreigners hang the old man's heads at the bottom according to their age. The second floor is the prime of life, and the third floor is the youth and teenagers. They hang the newly killed heads of the day on the evening, pack the previous day in a few ** bags, and then gather them downstairs to burn them. Then, they drink and sing in front of the fire.

The fleeing people saw the fire rising to the sky from afar. In the thick fog, it was more dazzling than the sun.

People's hearts are already numb. Although they all know what happened, no one has time to take care of or be sad. At this moment, nothing is more important than running for life.

People speeded up, and the rustling footsteps gradually became rapid.

"Who?!"

A foreigner came out of the alley with his pants and screamed in panic.

The first few young men in front of him pressed him to the ground without waiting for him to pick up the gun. Several people were beaten and killed, resulting in his life.

The group of people walked through the fog and gradually approached the city gate. The sky seemed a little brighter than before. People were beating a small drum in their hearts, and no one knew whether they could escape this great disaster of life and death.

"Boom" and a gunshot sounded from the high city. Then, a foreigner shouted: "What are you doing below?"

People accelerated their speed and ran towards the city gate.

The foreign devil on the top of the city picked up the telescope and looked at it, then showed an excited and barbaric expression, screamed for a while, and waved his hand.

The other foreigners raised their guns and fired at the crowd. There were about twenty foreigners, and they were laughing wildly, and the gunshots sounded, and the people on the ground were like ants in their eyes...

Suddenly, the spears in their hands fell to the ground with a "clang". Before they could curl their smiles, they were scratched by someone on their necks, and then there was no breath.

The gunshots came to an abrupt end.

The one holding the telescope was still shouting: "Shoot, shoot!"

No one answered him, he turned around and two black shadows stood in front of him. He was stunned for a moment, and instinctively picked up the gun. With a "click", the hand holding the gun separated from his shoulder and fell to the ground with blood.

The foreigner's face was twisted and he screamed wildly.

The tall man in the shadow shook his hand slightly, and the foreigner was cut in half.

"Senior Brother, let's open the city gate and let them out." Another black shadow spoke, with a crisp voice, and it was a woman.

"Okay!" said the man earlier, "Friends, don't panic, let's save everyone from the city!"

His voice was loud, and on this misty winter morning, it seemed to be more penetrating than the sun.

The two of them jumped down from the top of the city, and the foreigners guarding the city gate were still firing at the crowd.

The two of them were full of their eyes, their bodies were like dragons, rising and falling a few times, and the big sword flew over, killing about a dozen foreign devils.

The city gates are wide open and people are traveling freely.

"Thank you for saving your life!"

"Who is the hero?"

The two of them lifted the veils, the man had thick eyebrows and big eyes, and was majestic. He had an oil-black braid on his neck, while the woman had an oval face, with fair skin and beautiful eyebrows. Both of them were around thirty years old, and they stood together and were very compatible.

The man said: "Our brother and sister are from the Hanbei clan. When we learned that the foreign devils had occupied the imperial capital and harmed our compatriots, we rushed to kill the enemy and save people."

"I see that the swords used by both of you are a bit strange. I have heard about it in the Central Plains a few years ago. Are you the two heroes of the two heroes? Zheng Daxia and Yin Daxia?"

The man in his forties said this.
To be continued...