There were already refugees who could no longer endure their hunger and thirst. Those who still had some strength left gathered together with weapons, hoes, and axes. Under such circumstances, they managed to form a formation of a thousand men, and not only went around plundering the victims. With the remaining food, several leaders have been elected among these thousands of people, silently calculating whether the wall of Zhongyitou City in front of them can be overcome, collecting ropes and hooks from everywhere, diligently surveying the terrain every day, and preparing for surprise attacks. There are still spies in City B, who look down at the refugees outside the city and count their numbers. Although the city lord's palace has not ordered the city to be opened for a long time, the lord of City B also knows that if the countless refugees outside the city are allowed to turn into bones, it will definitely happen. It can cause shock in the world, so it is also necessary to pay more attention to it, and to collect the soldiers at the top of the city who are pulling bows and firing crossbows, so that the refugees outside the city feel a little more at ease, and of course they also want to give them some hope of survival.
When a huge team of thousands of refugees outside the city passed by the hiding place of Han Jiangling and several people like sweeping fallen leaves, they must have been forced to either give up some of the rations they had secretly saved to save their lives, or they would be tortured by these hungry people. The refugees were beaten hard, and a large number of victims died at the hands of this group of thousands of refugees. However, when they attacked the refugees around Han Jiangling, dozens of them were stopped by Han Jiangling. With his fist skills alone, With his bare hands, he knocked down dozens of refugees. Although his life was not injured, he did suffer some pain.
A total of three elected leaders among this group of thousands of refugees heard about this and hurriedly led the other refugees to come. When they arrived at Han Jiangling's hiding place, they found that Han Jiangling, who was an expert in boxing skills, had already At the end of his powerful crossbow, he used the last bit of strength to hold on and knocked down dozens of refugees holding hoes and sickles. After that, he leaned against a broken wall. His lips were chapped and his face was as green as vegetables. He had clearly been hungry for a long time. , even with the martial artist's physical strength, he is still at the end of his rope.
Behind the broken wall, there is a woman, a child, an old man, and a young man who is still struggling to survive. He is sick and hungry, and has no breath.
No one knows how the five people managed to survive until now, but after the refugee leader saw the four people behind the broken wall, when he looked at the scrawny Han Jiangling, he unexpectedly did not kill anyone. Instead, he put away the knife and sat cross-legged. In front of the thirty-year-old man, he suddenly smiled mockingly.
"Those people are your family members? They don't look like it. In times of war or catastrophe, sacrificing one's life for righteousness sounds grand, but is it really worth it?"
The four people behind the broken wall looked much better than Han Jiangling, especially the young man who looked sick. He probably should have died in this disaster, but even now he still hangs on his life. The child's face can still be seen to be rosy, the woman's clothes are not much wider, and the old man's body is still strong, but the skilled man in front of him looks pitifully thin. The clothes he originally wore were no longer fit and were loose on his shoulders. Hanging on the body, the cheeks are sunken.
"Kill if you want, don't embarrass others, we all want to live. There is no hierarchy in this category, and there is no need to kill each other. I still have two ounces of meat, so just take it and divide it."
In such a field, Han Jiangling still did not lose his sense of continuity. He stood up with a grin, wiped the black blood from the corner of his mouth, and chose a quite suitable sitting posture. He leaned against the broken wall and glanced at the same dusty eyes with half-open eyes. The short man immediately closed his eyes, as if he didn't want to waste any more energy. The siege lasted for a long time, and even though the woman had exchanged the money for grain and rice, it was still difficult to survive. Fortunately, Han Jiangling was very skilled and had good eyesight, so he planted grass and bark along the way along with the wild vegetables and fruits that survived in the autumn. They were all taken by Han Jiangling and distributed to everyone to feed themselves, so that they can survive until now.
But Han Jiangling often went for days without eating anything. In addition, the corpses piled up for many days during the siege, and there were no drinking water places. Going to get water and even snatching it all fell on the shoulders of Han Jiangling, who was very skilled. He had little food and little strength. Soon he was losing weight. Even though Fu Guiru repeatedly persuaded and even forced Han Jiangling to eat more, he could not stop him in the end.
The sword light broke through the air and exploded instantly.
Even if Han Jiangling had never studied weapons deeply, he could still tell from the sound of the wind that the man in front of him drew the sword very quickly. Even in this situation where everyone rarely had enough to eat, the sound of the wind caused by the sword was still there. It was so loud and overwhelming that it was hard to find peace of mind.
It's strange to say that Han Jiangling has been suffering from strange illnesses since he was a child. He has seen his parents arguing countless times and the cups and dishes in a mess. However, he always felt bored and dull until he used his skills to pay for the children in the small building. Guiru worked hard and saved up money to move out of that very familiar old house, and she looked a little like an ordinary person. But most of the time, in the eyes of others, she was cold and indifferent, not interacting with life. Even the neighbors often stay out of the way, for fear of provoking this cold-faced man of unknown origin. Fortunately, at that time of year, there was no need to worry about money, food and clothing. It was a pleasure to have nothing to do. Sitting alone in the monastery, listening to the wind blowing in my ears, I felt at ease and safe, and could not escape the world.
But since that child came to visit, it seems that when looking at the world, his eyes have changed slightly.
Then the old man came with his sick rice and stayed in the house. By then, the smile on Han Jiangling's face, which could be said to be extremely raw, became more and more familiar day by day, like practicing boxing as a child, and gradually slowly changed from Don't throw awkward punches, move to sending and receiving them freely, and then move to perfection. When Fu Guiru insisted on following him, Han Jiangling often thought of his parents who were already in Zhongyitou City. He thought that after a big disaster and people blocked the city, the people in the city would have a better life, so his mind became more peaceful and indifferent, as if When I was young, the house that was so vast but always felt dark and narrow, when I think back to it, it feels much more spacious. The windows are bright and clean, the incense and ashes are mellow in front of the gods in the inner hall, and the tea soup is fragrant on rainy days.
All things in the world can be solved.
However, this knife never hit the neck, and there was no sound of the blade entering the bone.
"Tomorrow at three o'clock at night, follow me into the city. There will probably be a hard fight when the city gates are wide open. If you don't have a weapon at hand, it will be a big drag."
The man sitting cross-legged in front of Han Jiangling handed over the knife. When he shot it, he was strong and heavy, but when he fell, he calmed down lightly. Finally, he slowly placed it on the former's lap, and he took out the sheathless sword from his waist. The sword came, and he waved it in front of Han Jiangling's eyes with great pride, "We are experts in using swords. Giving you a sword is already the most benevolent thing. You don't know what is good or bad. These thousands of people are always arrogant and arrogant outside the city, and they are doing evil. "Shen, now I can do a good deed and get some blessings. If you don't mind it, I can share some merit among my brothers. When I die, I can talk to Mr. Yama."
Dozens of people receded like a tide. Han Jiangling picked up the broken knife in his hand and smiled bitterly.
The man's name is Lu Zicheng. He has lived in the second city of Waibing for generations. He has made a living by farming for generations. Although his family does not have a small amount of land, his farming skills are very good and he is willing to do hard work. Therefore, he can settle in the second city of Waibing. He studied martial arts at a young age and wanted to He has made some famous achievements with his skills, but there are no martial arts in Fengcheng, and the martial arts are increasingly declining, so they can only make a living with difficulty. During the two months of the disaster, Lu Zicheng's parents died of illness and starvation. Together with the rest of his brothers and their family members, a total of 21 people died among the refugees. Even though Lu Zicheng used his skills to take it by force, he was able to get some grain and rice. , It still didn’t help. They wandered around until they reached the outside of the city. However, the city gate was still not opened. Some refugees used their strength and weapons to plunder and plunder. They were intercepted by Lu Zicheng and two other very skilled people, and they were able to barely suppress the crowd. The refugees started to gather momentum, and after being elected, they took the refugees around to explore the terrain.
When Han Jiangling came to his senses and walked back behind the broken wall with difficulty, except for the young man who had little life left, the other three people all looked at Han Jiangling.
The woman was worried, the child was confused, and the old man glanced at the man with sunken cheeks, then lowered his eyes and did not move for a long time.
Fu Guiru has such a delicate temperament. As early as in the small building, he knew how to do business and how to seek benefits and avoid disadvantages. After hearing what the two people said just now, he naturally knew that Han Jiangling would not be able to save his life, but he Unable to insist on persuading him, he clenched his lips and teeth tightly, almost bleeding, and said nothing.
It was the old man who sighed first and then spoke.
"How should the refugees deal with the guards in the city? How can they be defeated by refugees like us who are equipped with armor, bows and crossbows? This is just bringing people to death. Since everyone can die, why is it only the young man who goes to die? .”
The child had never seen a few soldiers before, and even though he was usually very old-fashioned, it was still difficult to hear anything else from the previous words of the two people. However, when he saw the broken long knife in Han Jiangling's hand, he felt a little familiar, and then heard the old man's words. He also knew why Han Jiangling was here, but he didn't know how to stop him at the moment. However, the child had a vague feeling that even if several people present spoke to stop him, they probably wouldn't be able to stop him.
Han Jiangling, who often sat alone in a small house in the Jingshe, was troubled by strange diseases such as blindness, deafness, and immobility every two days. In fact, Han Jiangling was more difficult to persuade than anyone else. When he was stubborn, it was difficult for anyone to pull him away. Back.
The old man's words certainly make some sense at first, but whether they make sense or not depends on the speaker and the listener.
Therefore, the child never tried to persuade him from beginning to end, just like the woman beside him who bit the corner of his lip. He just stared at the damaged long knife without saying a word, but the child knew that if Han Jiangling died in the city, Most likely, this woman with a very cold look on her face is unwilling to seek a way out for herself.
Among the few people, only the young and sick man was lying peacefully in the same place with his mouth half open. He was extremely ill, but he was the most comfortable. The sick man who was used to wearing clothes, reaching for food and opening his mouth was the most blessed. Long life.
Some people died, but not completely...
