At the beginning, the little prince Beili and his mother were crazy about each other.

The city was in chaos, but the situation was tense.

An unprecedented riot was taking place in a city on the border of Beili.

A large number of refugees in tattered clothes and unkempt faces poured into the city.

Because the city was located on the edge of Beili, it was often harassed by enemy countries or bandits.

Therefore, the city lord who guarded the city did not pay much attention to it, but only ordered his advisers to properly settle the people of Beili.

Listening to the report from the soldiers below, the city lord Mu Feng couldn't help but shake his head and lament: "They are all Beili's people. As a general of the dynasty, I feel guilty for not being able to protect their safety..."

Mu Feng was originally a general of Beili. He was wounded and retired in the battlefield of fighting against Nanjue in his early years. He was sent to the border to be the lord of a city.

Compared with other cities in Beili, this place is extremely desolate, and water resources are extremely scarce, not to mention the harassment of enemy spies and horse bandits.

Seeing this, the counselor on the side hurriedly comforted: "The city lord is too serious. This place is a place where two countries are at war. It is not easy to protect one side of peace. Why bother yourself."

It's not that the counselor is flattering. This city is a place where the territory of Nanjue intersects. Not only must we be vigilant about the movements of the enemy country, but also prevent horse bandits.

The city has limited military forces, so the city lord dare not relax at all.

Dealing with Nan Jue and the bandits was exhausting, so how could he take care of the nearby villages?

"Report!" Just as the counselor was immersed in his feelings, a soldier came from outside the door.

Mu Feng raised his eyebrows and said in a deep voice: "Why are you so panicked?"

A soldier covered in blood rushed into the house, knelt on one knee, clasped his hands and shouted: "Report to the Lord of the City, there are hundreds of refugees pouring in this time, and a riot has occurred at the city gate!"

Mu Feng heard the words and his face suddenly changed: "How is this possible!"

Although he was a warrior, he liked to wield swords and guns on weekdays.

But he has always been tolerant to the people, and he ate with the people. No matter how big the incident was during his tenure, the people would not make such a fuss.

Now he heard that the people were rioting, he really couldn't believe it.

Mu Feng was puzzled, but seeing the blood on the soldiers, he had to believe it.

"Pass my order!"

"No matter what the reason for the riot, the Mu family army can only protect themselves and cannot harm the people of Beili. Those who violate the rules will be punished according to the Mu family army's family law!" Mu Feng said in a deep voice.

On the battlefield, facing the enemy soldiers, he is a killing god.

But facing the people of Beili, they should be the guardian gods who protect the people. How can they point the blade at their own people?

"Yes!" The soldier responded respectfully and stood up immediately.

"No!" Mu Feng shook his cloak fiercely, his eyes stern: "I must go together."

The counselor hurriedly stepped forward and advised: "City Lord, no matter what the reason is, there is a riot at the city gate. Please don't do anything impulsive for your own safety."

After so many years of getting along, the counselor already knew the temperament of his master.

He was really worried that with the character of the city lord, he would rush into the mob and appease their hearts.

Even the soldiers were bleeding. This refugee riot must not be a trivial matter. It is very likely to be instigated by someone.

There is a high possibility that there are spies from the enemy country among the mob. As the lord of a city, how can he easily set off?

"I have made up my mind. Xiu wants to talk again!" Mu Feng shouted.

Then he limped out of the gate.

But as soon as he stepped out of the city lord's mansion, he saw soldiers covered in blood running into the mansion one after another.

"Lord City Lord, the East City has been lost! A group of refugees who came from nowhere, burned, killed and looted when they entered the city."

"There are also mobs in the West City that have started a riot. The soldiers guarding the city have gone to suppress it, but they can't control it at all."

"Hundreds of refugees have poured into the South City, and hundreds of our soldiers have been bitten. The city gate has been lost. Please let the general decide!"

One after another shocking news came into the city lord's mansion, and Mu Feng was shocked on the spot.

No matter how many ordinary refugees there are, it is impossible for the city gate to be lost in a short period of time.

There must be someone who is obstructing this, thinking that this is the land divided by the two countries.

Mu Feng's pupils suddenly shrank, and he suddenly thought in his heart.

Is it Nan Jue who is attacking?

Facing the panicked soldiers, Mu Feng drew the sword at his waist, waved his arm, and shouted loudly: "Brothers, follow me to suppress the riot!"

But what responded to him was the pale faces of the soldiers. They seemed to have lost their fighting spirit, trembling all over, and their hearts were extremely uneasy.

Seeing this, Mu Feng decided to take the lead, holding a sword alone

Rushed out of the City Lord's Mansion.

But as soon as he stepped out of the City Lord's Mansion, he saw a scene that he would never forget in his life.

Corpses were everywhere, large areas of houses were on fire, and the whole city was engulfed in flames.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, and the streets that were not prosperous to begin with became even more dilapidated, with flames and thick smoke everywhere.

There were a total of 20,000 soldiers stationed in the city, but at this moment only a few could be seen resisting.

Mu Feng's eyes were wide open, his heart was filled with grief and anger, he clenched the sword in his hand and rushed towards the direction of the riot.

A middle-aged man with a broken arm stumbled towards him, and seeing this man, Mu Feng's eyes widened suddenly.

Because this was his former partner, the adjutant who could give his back to the other party on the battlefield.

The adjutant was covered in blood and stumbled, and Mu Feng hurried forward to support him.

"Adjutant Qin, what happened? I have 20,000 Mu Family Army soldiers, why are there only a few of you left?" Mu Feng said in a deep voice.

When the adjutant saw him, he raised his hand tremblingly: "General, hurry up, these are monsters that cannot be killed, they have fallen! The whole city has fallen."

After saying that, the adjutant's eyes widened, his hands dropped, and he had lost his breath.

Looking at the adjutant's eyes that were still open, Mu Feng was furious, raised his long sword and pierced the person who wanted to sneak attack behind him.

As soon as he stood up and looked, he found that the person whose head he pierced with a sword was actually a soldier in the city.

Mu Feng's pupils suddenly shrank, he turned around abruptly, and saw thousands of figures densely emerging behind the thick smoke.

Without exception, they all wore the uniforms of the Mu Family Army, and their eyes were empty as if they had lost their minds.

At this moment, they stood in place, all looking at Mu Feng.

A bleak wind blew by, and there was no more resistance around.

Just when Mu Feng was at a loss, a melodious flute sound came into his ears.

The flute sounded melodious and sad, as if telling endless sorrow.

Mu Feng couldn't help but wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and an inexplicable sadness surged in his heart.

But soon, this sadness turned into incomparable anger.

These are not monsters that cannot be killed. They are clearly the ones who invaded Tianqi that year...

Medicine people!

As the flute sounded, the originally confused medicine people became crazy. They rushed towards Mu Feng with their fangs and claws, as if they wanted to devour him.

Mu Feng looked around, trying to find the person playing the flute, determined to uncover the truth of the turmoil that year.

Soon, his eyes were locked on the front.

I saw a black robe standing quietly above the roof in the distance.

"There!" Mu Feng clenched his fists, and his eyes burst into raging anger.

The long sword was unsheathed, and the sword light swept across the sky, tearing open a hole in the medicine man who was blocking the road.

But soon, he was submerged by tens of thousands of medicine men.