Chapter 74 Autumn Rain, Dead, Living

"General... there's something wrong!" Wang Zhongli looked around the messy Qinghe City in front of him. This historic city is full of ruins and blood at this moment, and the sound of soldiers and warriors and warriors are screaming endlessly.

General Yan pondered for a moment and said, "It's not right!"

"It's a little too smooth! At least the Mengyang Bu Brigade stationed in Qinghe City is nearly 100,000. Are there 10,000 people fighting with us now? Why don't those who don't organize the attack quickly and break out while our foothold is unstable? Li Siam held an iron gun and looked around at the sky. The dark clouds were heavier, and the cold wind blew on his face and hurt his face.

"To pass my order, Ao Yu's long shot led the bow to open the way, and the Yanzi army followed closely, and one bow and two soldiers staggered forward. The Cang navy is at the end, guarding the gate, and don't fire a single person. General Yan ordered in a low voice.

"Order!"

It has really become a dead city. The Qinghe Plain has the clearest Qinghe River in Fanyang. The Qinghe River, which originates from the snowwater of the top of the Yulan Mountains, runs thousands of miles and becomes stronger and flows into the Rilana River in the north. The Qinghe Plain, which has accumulated for thousands of years on the clear Qinghe River, is a fertile land rich in wheat in the empire. Every year in March and April, the whole Qinghe Plain is full of green wheat, wind blowing wheat waves, and traffic in the fields, which is a vibrant pastoral scenery. Qinghe City is rich in wheat wine. From May to June, the winery in the city began to make wine lees to brew Qinghe wheat wine. It coincided with the scorching sun in June. The fragrance of the wine seems to penetrate the spleen and stomach in the hot sun. If you can't stop your appetite, wait for the wheat wine to saturing until October and November and sink the bitter foundation of the new wheat is left. Fragrant. The wheat wine, a specialty of Qinghe City, does not need to be warm in winter. You can drink it directly. The mouth is cold, and the throat is soft. It flows all the way down to the stomach. It is burning like fire, and you no longer feel cold all over.

At the end of October and the beginning of November, it is the elegant time of Qinghe City wine fragrance. But under the gloomy dark clouds, in addition to the strong smell of blood and burnt smell, how can you smell the fragrance of wheat wine?

Mengyang's life turned this peaceful city into a dead city. When I was outside the city, what kind of ability do you think these Mengyang people are huddled in Qinghe City? But after entering the city, he saw the scorched wolf smoke all over the city, and the fear of Mengyang warrior turned into hatred. Even if the merchant-sopher-scanstible Fanyang warrior saw such a tragedy in his own land, he couldn't help but put down his shrewd hustility and his heart was as heavy as stone.

Han Yu's leader, the vanguard of the Yanzi army, was killed at the forefront. He coldly ordered: "No surrender, no prisoners, no beheading and execution!"

Confucian scholars often sneer at warriors and are vulgar, often killing and bleeding. Benevolence, righteousness and morality are like playing the piano to a cow. But what is benevolence and morality in the eyes of warriors? Holding a murderous soldier but opening his mouth, can he keep his benevolence, righteousness and morality saint protect them from surviving on the battlefield? When you kill red eyes and kill yourself, even your own people will die in the hands of your own people. Benevolence and morality, benevolence is the first, but kindness is the most important thing on the battlefield.

Are these warriors abandoned by the general poor? Poor! Are the 100,000 people in Qinghe City killed by Mengyang people poor? It's also pitiful. However, killing is a matter of blood. It is said that this is a war between countries, and to a small point, it is nothing more than revenge for the dead people. It is natural for warriors to kill warriors on the battlefield. If they die, their strange skills are not as good as others, but what is it to put a knife at ordinary people?

The more Han Yu thought about it, the more angry he became. He kicked the Mengyang warrior on the long knife, pulled out the knife, shook his wrist, and shook off the blood on the blade. Looking back, the bodies of Fanyang Mengyang warriors were mixed all the way. In this battle, he fought in the vanguard with the five battalions of the Yanzi Army under his command. When he couldn't stop the iron horse, he immediately led less than 10,000 Yanzi soldiers to seal the gate and forced the army to enter the city. At present, the Mengyang warrior has collapsed and destroyed Mengyang's pawns. The first achievement of such a victory must be remembered on his Han Yu.

Looking at these charred wolf smoke and the corpses all over the city, I feel that the cost of this battle is too high. Fanyang has been safe for 20 years, and the army warriors are exhausted and lazy. They are looking forward to when they can fight every night. Only when there is a battle can they have the opportunity to be promoted. If they are promoted, they can get rich. They can go to the Qinglou Geyuan to choose a few round girls to have fun, and they can wear armor and ride high horses on the streets of the imperial capital.

But now, the original pride is full of heavy sadness. When he turned around, he saw the banner fluttering in the autumn wind not far away, and the majestic general Yan of the imperial palace under his umbrella. He heard that the general and Li Siam all came out of the mountain village. From an insignificant farmer to the powerful general of the imperial palace, how many people did the general kill all the way? When he saw these murderous tragedies, did the general have a little indecisiveness in his heart?

A famous general, even if Mount Tai collapses, he will not change his face. Even if he dies, he will calmly order the deployment of his backhands and then die calmly?

He can't do this, so he is destined not to be a famous general.

Suddenly, these Mengyang warriors were abandoned by the general, abandoned by the country, died in a foreign land, and wandered with their dead souls. General Mengyang himself put his warriors in such a difficult situation. The cavalry was still a soldier, and finally chose the cavalry piled up with high gold. Bringing a pawn greatly affects the speed of the cavalry, but neither of them can break through. When they eat these brigades and then go to chase and suppress the cavalry, Fanyang has won this battle.

Really, it can't even compare with the tragedy of the barbarians who crossed the Japanese pirates to the east. Is it so easy to win? It's a big joke for the ambitious warrior.

Suddenly, Han Yu caught a glimpse of a shadow in a black robe, which was particularly conspicuous among the remnants of Mengyang soldiers dressed in leather armor. He was tall and burly. He stood quietly behind the Mengyang warrior and couldn't see his face clearly. He wore a hood on his head and his face was hidden in the shadow of the hood. He turned a blind eye to the fight in front of him, like a mysterious wizard who came down from the ancient murals.

His shadow flashed by and disappeared at the corner of the street.

Han Yu waved his knife and ordered, "Cue to catch up with the black-robed guy just now!"

In front of him, the Mengyang warrior had been killed, and the Fanyang warrior rushed up and chased the dark shadow. If something is abnormal, it must be a demon. There is no reason to let go of this ghostly guy in front of him.

A man in black robe, like a rising bat, flew by on the roof, and the arrows shot by the warriors were dodged and fell weakly to the ground. The layout of Qinghe City is simple, with six horizontal and seven vertical streets. Han Yu waved his hand and instructed another team of Yanzi to cover up the streets on both sides. I regret not riding a horse, but there is no pleasure of blood on the horseback. In this way, I will chase them on foot. Sooner or later, they will be exhausted.

The soldiers enveloped them in three ways, just like chasing a panicked yellow sheep when hunting. But the man in black walked and stopped, as if he were waiting for these warriors, and like the impermanent ghosts who seduced the souls of the dead at midnight, leading these warriors to Huangquan.

At the next intersection, the nearly Qianyan warrior finally blocked the guy, opened his bow and crossbow, raised his knife and gun, and waited for an order to send him to the funeral.

Han Yu wiped his forehead and said with a ferocious smile, "Run? Can you run out of my palm? Take off your hat! Hurry up!"

His last word was bright and cruel. He liked to see the prisoner trembling and depressed by his violent shout. But the man in black stood there, like a pine plunged into the land, motionless. The autumn wind was strong. His pure black robe fluttered behind him, and his hood was blown off by the wind.

This is an unusually young and handsome face, but the face is white, with a layer of blue gray, and the lips are as black as poison. What is frightening is his neck, which is ferocious like a centipede's scars crawling on his slender neck, as if his head had been cut off and sewn together again.

His eyes were pure black and he was stunned, as if he could not see so many Fanyang warriors fighting against him.

"Kill him!" Han Yu said coldly.

Two Fanyang warriors slowly stepped forward. Somehow, the man was obviously unarmed and alone, but standing there gave people invisible oppression. The moment when the warrior had been numb after killing was like being in an ice cave, his heart suddenly became cold, and he slowly approached step by step with a knife, for fear that the handsome man would suddenly become a man-eating demon.

He feels like a demon.

The man in black suddenly raised his arms flat, and his whole body was like a cross. His dark lips were open and closed, and a series of incomparable obscure words flowed through his teeth, like a wizard chanting a spell. There was a thin sound of rumbling in the air, as if insects were eating young leaves, and it was like a thick python scratching the ground.

A samurai in the distance suddenly screamed, and his voice was very sad. Han Yu looked back and saw a scene that made him creepy - a woman in civilian clothes threw down the warrior. Her fingers were like sharp eagle claws, inserted into the warrior's eyes and stirred desperately, and two bloody eyes were vividly. She knelt on the ground like a beast and pressed the warrior under her body, with a hoarse whine in her mouth. She lowered her head and opened her mouth, bit the warrior's neck fiercely, clenched her teeth, shook her head, and the warrior's neck was bit open, and blood soared out, dyeing her hair and her face red.

Han Yu's back was cold, and the warrior's eyes rolled down. On his dead face, his eyes were two bloody holes, and the gap in his neck seemed to have been bitten by a wolf. The woman moved stiffly, with the flesh and blood of the samurai in her mouth. She chewed slowly, her eyes were empty and gray, her face was as white as a ghost, and there was a whining sound in her throat, and she came step by step.

"Kill her, kill her! It's a mess!" Han Yu's scalp exploded and roared hysterically.

The warrior raised his courage and held a knife to cut and stab the woman, as if cutting on tough wood. The Fanyang-style saber, which was originally blown and cut paper without scraping, cut into the woman's body and could no longer be cut. The knife that barely stabbed in seemed to be bitten by muscles and could not be pulled out. The woman was cut more than a dozen times in a blink of an eye, and there was no blood spray. The blood on her body seemed to solidify, and the black plasma slowly flowed out along the wound, which seemed to be much thicker than normal blood.

"Your excellency - you can't kill it!" The warriors surrounded the woman, and as she moved slowly, her body was full of knives, her hair was scattered, and her blood-stained hair was bundled into bundles. She swallowed the meat in her mouth into her stomach, opened her mouth and hissed, revealing her white teeth and dark gums, and her tongue was terrible bright red. She slowly raised her claws, like a female ghost who chose someone to eat.

Han Yu suddenly turned around, looked at the man in black who had been surrounded, and asked in a trembling voice, "You! What the hell are you doing? Stop it, can you hear me?"

The sound of spells in the mouth of the man in black robe is getting faster and faster, and the complicated and difficult words echo in the wind, and the rhythm is getting faster and faster. When he said the last sentence, Han Yu finally understood.

"The dead, stand up! Before the lunar eclipse night, this is your paradise.

The dead? Han Yu muttered to himself and looked back at the woman - this was obviously a corpse that had been dead for a long time!

"My lord, a lot - a lot of such guys, we... we are surrounded!" Someone trembled and shouted, and his voice trembled so hard, as if he had shattered his courage.

The rooms on both sides of the street were opened, as if blown away by the wind, revealing a black hole inside. A 'body' with a stiff face came out. They raised their hands with their mouths open and surrounded these Fanyang warriors.

More and more, more and more dead people push open their doors and take to the streets. They are all residents of Qinghe City who have been killed. Now their bodies have been manipulated into living dead and turned into weapons to bury them.

Han Yu is afraid. He was not afraid when he killed the first time, and he didn't climb when he moved the body for the first time. The general of the Yanzi army, who was almost fearless, is now scared to death. He suddenly remembered what the general said at that time that the Mengyang people killed all the people of Qinghe City. How did they deal with the bodies? Let it rot? Now it is understood that these bodies have been turned into weapons to deal with them. The people who died tragically in Fanyang have now been turned into terrible man-eating monsters.

The man in black robe behind him rose into the air and walked away like a huge bat.

Han Yu's hands were full of cold sweat. He forced himself to concentrate and think about what to do. We have to tell the general about this situation. Qinghe City can't stay. We have to leave quickly. He pulled a samurai next to him, grabbed his collar and shook it desperately, and said viciously, "Do you understand?"

Regardless whether he is clear or not, Han Yu has thrown him on the ground like a chicken and roared, "Brothers, kill him! But it's just some dead people, kill them!"

Indeed, these are dead people, but how can the dead kill them again? Can people die a second time? More and more dead people took to the streets. They opened their mouths and smelled the air, smelled the smell of blood, smelled the smell of living people, and slowly surrounded them. Their bodies are like a dry old tree, without a fresh sense of flesh and blood, and they can't cut them with a knife. Even if they cut their necks and cut half of them alive, these living dead still move forward as if nothing had happened.

Nearly a thousand Fanyang warriors were surrounded and squeezed together, like sheep surrounded by wolves. The outermost warriors cried to death, waved hysterically with knives and shouted crazily for help, but no one could save them, not even the knife in their hands.

Han Yu, who was still full of thinking that he could win his head, was ashes in an instant. He saw that his warriors were torn into pieces by these living dead, eaten bite by bite, dug out his eyes, smashed his head and pulled out his brain. There was nothing he could do.

He suddenly came from anger and courage. He picked up a sword and roared and rushed up, like an angry lion! He raised his knife and stabbed it into the open mouth of a living dead man, and cut out half of his scarlet tongue. The knife split more than a dozen in an instant, cutting off the neck of a living dead man like cutting down a tree, but the living dead man who had lost his head still raised his paws and moved forward slowly.

He suddenly felt a sharp pain in his back and looked down. One hand pierced his chest from behind and poked it out from his front chest. His bloody hand shrank into his chest and pounded it to crush all the internal organs of his chest. He turned his head with difficulty and saw a white woman's face and chin on his shoulder, opening her mouth and making a hoarse cry in his ear.

Ah, how similar it is to the scene I dreamed of! Many times he dreamed of getting promoted and getting rich. He went to the brothel to order the most beautiful Huakui. He sat there, and there were beautiful women serving him. There were women feeding him in one mouth. As soon as he turned his head, he could kiss his white and beautiful face, and as soon as he reached out, he could touch his soft and plump chest.

Hey, how can you kiss me with such a mouth? I don't know the rules at all. How did your old duckling teach you? Han Yu really wanted to curse like this, but his throat was blocked by blood and he couldn't make a sound, only hissing.

The next moment, the woman opened her mouth and bit him hard at his neck, and then waved her head to tear it. Han Yu's neck was torn open, and his head hung weakly. The woman did not let go. She bit the dead Han Yu's neck, sucked the blood, and made a satisfied whine in her throat.

The living are just the food of the dead. There is nothing more terrible and pathetic than this.

The autumn wind was tight, the ink clouds rolled, and the long-pressed sky finally poured cold rain.

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The warrior entrusted by Han Yu narrowly escaped from the surrounded by the living dead and stumbled to find the Yanzi flag where the general was. At the moment he saw the general, he finally jumped into the rain and howled desperately.

"What does something that is not promising look like?" Li Xian's life is the most unswratic for a man to shed tears and scolded angrily.

General Yan looked peaceful, raised his hand, signaled Li Xian not to say any more, and asked softly, "I remember you. You are Han Yu's personal guard warrior. If you have something to say, speak slowly. Don't worry!"

The warrior was stunned for a moment, raised his head, and saw that the blind general was calmly asking himself. How can the general of the imperial palace, who is in charge of the three armies, remember himself? I can't help but warm my heart. But when I think of the tragic situation just now, this warmth was extinguished in an instant, which is even more chilling than the cold autumn rain.

"General... Qinghe City can't stay for a long time. This city is full of living dead, full of cannibals! Lord Han Yu and nearly a thousand brothers... have been...all eaten!" After the samurai shouted this sentence, he collapsed on the ground, as if he had lost his spirit.

"A lot of nonsense disturbs the hearts of the army!" Li Xi was furious and wanted to teach this wild talkatively as a lesson with a gun.

"General...General, there are a lot of zombies in front of you, a lot!" A scout warrior came to report in panic.

General Yan squinted, and the heavy rain blurred his vision, but he could still see the stiff and gray zombies who came out of the room. They followed the breath of living people step by step.

The bad news is much more than that.

"General - Mengyang Iron Rider is back, and Mengyang's brigade is no longer in the city at all. They have sealed the gate, and we are surrounded." Another scout came to report on horseback.

General Yan closed his eyes and raised his face, allowing the cold rain to hit his face, as if he were desperate.

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