When Jun Wuxie desperately rushed back to Dazhou, Dazhou was experiencing a brutal war with blood and flesh.
Hundreds of millions of Xilin's troops were stationed outside the city, with military camps stretching as far as the eye could see.
The Xilin army will launch a siege every day.
Fortunately, the capital city is strong, and the walls and gates have defensive runes.
The city-breaking weapons of Xilin Continent are difficult to work.
The only thing they had available was a siege ladder.
The densely packed Xilin army formed a square formation, holding heavy shields, and moved forward in an orderly manner.
On the city wall, the soldiers of the Zhou Dynasty fired volleys of bows, arrows, crossbows, and hurled stones.
The entire battlefield stretched horizontally for dozens of miles, with beacon smoke billowing.
The sound of arrows piercing the air, the roar of falling stones, and the soldiers' shouts of killing shook the sky.
One after another, the siege ladders were pushed under the city wall by Xilin's army and climbed up like a tide. They were soon hit by falling stones and shot by crossbows. The people behind continued to rush upward.
Some Xilin soldiers rushed to the city wall and started close combat with the Zhou soldiers.
Looking around, dozens of miles up and down the city wall, there are scenes of flesh and blood flying.
Behind the attacking Xilin army, hundreds of thousands of shooters were arranged neatly in rows and rows, drawing their powerful crossbows.
"put!"
Under the command of General Xilin, the arrows of the crossbow roared and made a sharp sound piercing the air.
The world was instantly dark, covered by dense arrows.
The rain of arrows was overwhelming, shooting at the city wall!
"Raise your shield!"
The generals of the Great Zhou Dynasty commanded the people without hesitation in times of crisis.
The soldiers guarding the city immediately raised their shields.
The crossbow arrows fell densely, penetrating the shield.
Each salvo will cause considerable casualties to the soldiers of the Zhou Dynasty.
One side attacked and the other defended, both suffered heavy casualties.
Every day, a large number of corpses are left on the battlefield.
The casualty ratio between the two sides was basically two to one.
Defending a city has an advantage, attacking a city has a disadvantage.
But even so, after two days, the defenders of the capital had basically lost more than half!
Xilin is trading quantity for quantity.
But the garrison of the Zhou Dynasty only numbered more than five million.
In just two days, there were only about two million left.
The new recruits were rushed to the battlefield after only two days of intensive training.
In this way, the casualties will be even greater, making the casualties basically reach a one-to-one ratio in every battle.
"I'm afraid I won't be able to defend the capital for a few more days..."
In the city, on the top of a certain tall building, Yan Qingcheng, with her purple hair flying, looked at the battlefield situation and sighed helplessly.
"It seems that we still overestimated the blood-burning method. Although our sect has a secret method that allows recruits to burn life blood essence and forcefully reach the acquired peak, we have ignored the gap caused by combat experience..."
The strong man from the Demonic Sect looked solemn.
"Try your best. Once the city is defeated, we will come forward and let the people behind Xilin come out to talk to see if we can save the lives of the people of Great Zhou."
Mu Xuelan's eyes were a little wandering. Where was that hateful little thief?
If he comes back, what will he do when faced with such a situation?
In his mind, his resolute and unyielding figure when facing several beast kings on the Soul Refining Mountain appeared involuntarily.
Mu Xuelan's heart trembled slightly.
"You must never come back..."
She murmured in her heart and prayed secretly, not wanting to see the figure that made her hate but couldn't help it and often appeared in her heart at this time.
In this defensive battle that is related to the survival of the Great Zhou, millions of Great Zhou soldiers sacrifice their lives every day to protect it.
The entire battlefield was extremely tragic.
After a few days, almost all the soldiers of the Great Zhou Dynasty were killed in the battle. The remaining soldiers were seriously insufficient and could not keep up with the consumption of the war.
Now, it is only five days before Jun Wuxie rushes back from Donghuang Ancient City!
On this day, Ji Liufeng appeared.
Accompanied by Long Yi, he appeared in the sky above the center of the city.
"My people of the Great Zhou Dynasty, I am not a qualified king. I am guilty and have failed to give you a safe and peaceful country! Now, the mountains and rivers of our Great Zhou Dynasty are broken, and we have reached the state of national subjugation! The fall of the capital is a foregone conclusion, but our great Zhou Dynasty is a foregone conclusion. The bloodline of the Zhou Dynasty cannot be cut off. Let’s all move into the mountains to preserve the bloodline, and we may be able to make a comeback in the future! Our soldiers will use their lives to buy you the final time to evacuate, everyone, act as soon as possible!”
"Your Majesty, we are not leaving!"
"Your Majesty, this is the land where we have lived for generations, and we must die here!"
"We fought with the Xilin barbarians!"
"Fight!"
"I swear to live and die with the capital!"
"No! You can't do this. People of Da Zhou, you listen to me and go to the mountains to avoid disaster! As long as you live, I, Da Zhou, can preserve your blood! Otherwise, when the city is destroyed, the barbarians in Xilin will definitely Massacre the city!"
The people of the Great Zhou Dynasty were silent.
One after another, people began to pack up their things and evacuated to the mountains under Ji Liufeng's arrangement.
The capital, as well as all the cities, villages and towns in the rear, were all empty.
People evacuated quickly and moved to the mountains to avoid the disaster.
"Sanwazi, why don't you leave?"
In front of a certain mountain, a dusty middle-aged woman looked at her little son.
"Mom, the environment in the mountains is harsh, you and everyone else should take care!"
"Sanwazi, you..."
The weather-beaten eyes of the middle-aged woman gradually became moist. Looking at her thirteen-year-old son in front of her, her lips trembled, but she was speechless.
"Mom, my child is unfilial!" Sanwazi knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times: "In the next life, I will repay you for your kindness in giving birth!"
After he finished speaking, he turned around resolutely and ran towards the capital. He did not dare to look back, fearing that he would not be able to leave again.
"Mom, take care of yourself, your child is unfilial and wants to go into battle to kill the enemy and protect my mountains and rivers and home!"
In front of this deep mountain, countless young people in the evacuation team knelt on the ground to bid farewell to their mother.
My father died in the war, my brother died in the war!
Now, it's their turn!
In front of the mountain, a group of women and children were crying, but no one stood up to stop them.
They shed tears as they watched their teenage children embark on a road from which they would never come back.
…
At the west gate of the capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the war had reached a critical stage.
The number of soldiers defending the city dropped sharply, and it was difficult to withstand the attack of Xilin's army.
More and more Xilin soldiers climbed up the city wall.
The soldiers of the Zhou Dynasty fought with them hand to hand, and when their weapons broke, they bit them with their teeth, hugged them tightly, and rolled down the city wall together.
"The Great Week is over, it will be breached today..."
Yan Qingcheng and others looked at the tragic and tragic battlefield and sighed deeply.
"Look!"
Su Ji suddenly pointed to the back of the capital.
Many figures appeared there, coming from different directions.
"them……"
"It's a boy from Dazhou!"
"The blood of Xuanyuan's descendants has never been wiped out, but they are still children..."
Master Yao Wang’s voice trembled slightly.
…
"We want to join the army and protect our country's mountains and rivers!"
In the city, a large number of children aged 12, 13 to 14 or 15 are gathered at various recruitment points.
"No, you are too young, how can you go to the battlefield!"
The recruiting general looked at this scene in shock.
"Why not? This is the land where we have lived for generations. Only by driving away the enemies can our mother and sister live a peaceful and stable life!"
"No matter how young you are, you can still go into battle and kill the enemy. We must let the Xilin barbarians know that we, the great Zhou men, will never give in!"
"you……"
The general who recruited troops had tears in his eyes.
Looking at these young faces, he thought of his own children, who might also be registering at a certain recruitment point at this moment.
"You know, when you join the army now, you don't have any time for training. You can only rely on the blood-burning method to strongly improve your strength. The consequence of this is that even if you survive on the battlefield, you will always become a useless person!"
"we know!"
"Then do you know that facing the Xilin army, once you go to the battlefield, you will never come back..."
"We know, go to hell, we're not afraid!"
"Okay, come and write your own name, as well as the names of your parents! If the capital is defended, the country will definitely take care of your family for you!"
…
On the high-rise buildings in the city, the senior officials of various forces were filled with emotion when they witnessed these scenes.
"Looking at these children, I feel ashamed..." Su Ji laughed at himself: "What have you practiced in these years? What have you cultivated? We are as powerful as us, but compared to these mortals, we are far less brave than them. Years of cultivation have made us lose With blood and courage, he always looks forward and backward when doing things..."
The other strong men were silent.
At this moment, they felt deeply.
Suddenly I felt that I was not as good as these mortals, not as good as a ten-year-old child.
Without their blood, without their courage!
The original persistence in my heart gave up one by one over the years and compromised due to various reasons.
How should we choose in life, and what path should we take to live a wonderful life and make this life worthwhile?
"He's right. Is life really meaningful if we lose our innate emotions?"
Mu Xuelan whispered in her heart.
Just like those young people, their lives have just begun and are about to end, but they are blooming with the most brilliant brilliance of life.
What is the meaning of life and what is the meaning of cultivation?
…
War is cruel.
In the next few days, Da Zhou's side was almost filled with young soldiers.
Their stature cannot wear the armor of adults. They go into battle in civilian clothes and have almost no protection except shields.
But even so, they defended the capital day after day!
On the city wall, blood had already flowed into a river.
Many old people returned during the evacuation and joined the garrison's logistics work.
Inside the city, the streets were lined with corpses.
They were all children in their teens, with tattered bodies and almost no intact corpses. Some had the enemy's ears and noses biting in their mouths, and some held the enemy's eyeballs tightly in their hands, and they couldn't break them apart no matter how hard they tried!
Street after street, corpses of teenagers one after another, lined the streets for dozens of miles.
People cried while sorting out their remains and piecing together their broken limbs.
…
"kill!"
"Kill these stupid barbarians!"
On the city wall, two figures covered in blood were roaring, frantically killing the Xilin soldiers who climbed up the city wall.
"Bald man, I've never killed so many people in my life, but it's so damn fun!"
"Grave robbers, stop talking nonsense, save your energy, and kill a few more..."
Kong was covered in blood, and his bald head was red.
They had been fighting for several days without stopping for a moment. Their physical strength was exhausted and their true energy was almost exhausted.
"Ye Qiange, are you okay?"
They looked at Marshal Zhou, who was leaning against the wall and supporting his body with Mo Dao, and asked breathlessly.
"We can kill thousands more Xilin barbarians!"
Ye Qiange wiped the blood on his face and grinned. The blood slowly poured out from the wounds on his body.
He was hit by an arrow from Xilin's strong man.
Someone used a spiritual weapon bow to sneak attack him from a long distance.
"You two guys, remember, bring me a few more bottles of wine when I visit my grave next year!"
Ye Qiange laughed twice and rushed towards the Xilin soldiers who climbed up the city wall. Blood and flesh flew everywhere.
"I can't forget it!" Xu Diaoling and Kong Kong grinned, but their eyes were filled with tears, and they immediately rushed towards the Xilin soldiers: "Kill!"
…
On the border of Dazhou, three carriages were racing through the air.
It’s been ten days!
Is the capital still there today?
Jun Wuxie was extremely anxious, looking at the broken mountains and rivers below, one county after another, almost becoming a dead place.
There are bones everywhere, rotting corpses, vultures circling, crows cawing.
When passing by Ningyuan County, in the cruel battlefield, I saw the bones of the Xuanjia Army all over the ground.
Among them was a general of the Xuanjia Army, standing on the mountain of corpses piled up by Xilin soldiers. His body was pierced by several war spears, and he just stood there, with his messy hair solidified by plasma covering half of his face.
"Wei Yang!"
He jumped down.
Wei Yang, the senior general of the Xuanjia Army!
I've had drinks with him before. He's a good, warm-blooded man with outstanding military abilities!
When we met again, it was like this...
"Xilin! Soul Hunting Hall!"
His voice was like the roar of an angry real dragon, shaking the mountains and fields.
