Fantasy: Starting From Being In A Desperate Situation And Running Around As Escorts

Northwest, a small border town.

Xianbei's cavalry rushed into the city recklessly.

The officials of the Tang Dynasty who guarded this place had already taken the lead and had their feet wet.

At dusk, the setting sun is like blood.

The sky was overcast and there was no wind.

The shrill cries of crows and screams and wails intertwined together, covering half of the small town.

The city was in chaos, and the pungent smell of blood came from every house.

A few Xianbei soldiers drove dozens of Tang people like dogs and sheep, and immediately killed them in the street if they disobeyed.

The women were tied with long ropes around their necks, and the ropes were as heavy as beads.

Corpses litter the streets, or have been trampled by horse hooves.

Or be trampled by human feet, the liver and brain will be wiped out, and the sound of crying will fill the field.

At this time, this small town was like a purgatory on earth.

Once those who evade are caught by Xianbei soldiers, they will only die.

Children under five years old were running wildly in the alleys. Xianbei soldiers were killing them indiscriminately. There were stumps and broken arms everywhere on the ground.

In a daze, I no longer know whether this body is still in the human world.

Just before his mother died, she shouted to him to run! Run! !

But where can I run to?

A rich man knelt on the ground and handed all his family's money to the Xianbei soldiers.

However, after the other party got the money, he still stabbed the rich man with a knife.

There were screams all around, and the rich man immediately rolled to the ground.

Blood sprayed from his neck a few steps away, soaking with the sand on the ground.

The female relatives of wealthy families were quickly humiliated.

In the alley, children ran staggeringly.

Two Xianbei soldiers were chasing behind him.

The child fell to the ground and was about to raise the butcher's knife when he saw the other person.

The door was pushed hard from the inside out.

The person who rushed out of the house was neither a general nor a passionate young man.

But a white-haired figure.

The old man wore a very bulky armor and held a big gun in his hand.

"kill!!"

The Xianbei soldiers did not expect that anyone would dare to resist, and their chests were lifted by the big gun.

Suddenly he screamed.

When another Xianbei soldier saw this, he drew his sword and chopped.

The old man shot and moved.

The tip of the gun retracted very naturally.

Gold and iron jingled, with a "dang" sound.

The Xianbei soldiers only felt pain in their arms. They never thought that an old guy who lost his dog would be so strong.

Without paying attention, he was shot in the chest.

Blood spurted out of his mouth and he staggered.

The old man flicked the tip of the gun and knocked him aside without looking at him.

He turned to the frightened child and said, "Baby, find a place to hide."

............

The fire was blazing in the streets and the wind was blowing.

The flames grew bigger and bigger, and the cool breeze blew faster and faster.

Countless Xianbei soldiers like Yaksha demons rushed to kill the creatures in the small town.

But at this time, something unexpected happened.

A large group of people fled into the alley, and the Xianbei soldiers stopped.

At the entrance of the alley, a white-haired old man wearing armor and holding a spear blocked the way.

The armor was very old, and the old man stood there alone.

He looked a little lonely and confused.

He looked at the corpses all over the street, then at the fluttering Xianbei flag, and at the insulted woman across the street...

Then, he looked away and took a deep breath.

“Xianbei people, I’ll fuck your ancestors!!”

The sound was like thunder, the gun body swung and buzzed.

The Xianbei soldiers who rushed to the front also held guns and confronted him.

However, after only two rounds, he fell down clutching his throat.

With a flick of the gun, the two Xianbei soldiers who wanted to get close were knocked to the ground.

Now everyone no longer dared to look down upon this old guy.

The spear is the king of hundreds of soldiers and the thief of hundreds of soldiers.

The reason why the gun is called the king and the thief is that its attack and defense speed is fast and it is full of changes, which often makes people unable to defend against it.

When the old man fired his gun, the people followed it.

With a twist of the wrist, the tip of the gun changed its angle at the fastest speed in the shortest time.

In one move, five consecutive stabs were fired.

Suddenly, the screams of the Xianbei soldiers were heard one after another.

"Bah!"

There were more people on the street, including Xianbei soldiers.

There were also people who were driven away by Xianbei soldiers. They stared at the unbelievable scene in front of them with their eyes wide open.

More soldiers rushed forward, and the old man retreated while killing them.

Keeping your breath steady, your feet stood on the spot.

The tip of the spear flashed with cold light, making the Xianbei soldiers feel cold in their hearts.

There is no savior, nor is there a knight dressed in white and flying with a sword.

There is no majestic general wearing precious armor.

Some of them are just old men holding long guns and their faces are red, risking their lives here.

But he was too old, like an old dog that couldn't walk.

No matter how skilled he was when he was young.

But now he is just a wizened old man.

He glanced at the corpse at his feet and laughed.

"Damn it, daddy has killed enough..."

He used up all his Dantian energy and shouted loudly.

"Look at the gun!!"

Swish swish...

The bowstring made a crackling sound.

The old man staggered a few times, his mouth bleeding, and he used the gun body to support his body.

His body became limp little by little, and his strength was quickly drained away.

He lay half in the corner, with the setting sun falling on his face.

The Xianbei soldiers came over and looked at him with a ferocious smile.

The old man raised his head and said, "Oh!"

With the last bit of strength, he spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm at the other party.

The Xianbei soldiers looked angry and waved their butcher knives.

The old man's vision was hazy, and he seemed to see a lot in a daze.

But it seemed like there was nothing at all.

The end of an era is often accompanied by the fall of heroes.

...........

On the ancient road, the west wind is strong.

The two men and two horses were walking and talking at the same time.

Xia Hourong looked at the scene of the desert. The sand dunes under the afterglow looked like a big fish swimming.

The desert is vast and vast, with constant ups and downs. People in it suddenly seem so small.

After walking for a few more days, there were people fleeing everywhere.

As they ran, they joined a large group of people.

Looking at their backs, I felt desolate, like a group of cattle and sheep waiting to be slaughtered, escaping from the slaughterhouse.

Li Changshou had a bad premonition in his heart, and he knew it as soon as he inquired about it.

The Xianbei people tore up the treaty and marched southward, attacking cities and plundering territory along the way.

The Tang army either surrendered without a fight or fled south.

There is little resistance and it is impossible to survive alone.

After hearing the news, Li Changshou looked solemn and accelerated his way home.

The massacre in the small town lasted for eight days.

Eight days later, the massacre gradually stopped.

At this time, the entire town had already been looted.

The Xianbei people occupied the government office and issued general orders.

One is to let Tang people shave their heads and force Tang people to have Xianbei hairstyles.

Violators will be killed!

The second is to tell the people not to be afraid anymore and to go back to their homes.

The corpses accumulated in the city were burned to prevent the plague.

The third is to open warehouses and release grain to provide relief to the victims.

After the massacre, comes comfort.

If you kill them all, you will only be fishing for nothing.

Suddenly, corpses were being burned everywhere in the small town.

The smoke billowed, forming black clouds in the sky, and the fishy smell spread hundreds of miles away.