"impossible!"
"Crash!" With a sound, the wine jar and wine bowl fell to the ground.
A tall man with red eyes and chin beard trembling slightly, obviously angry.
This person is Qin Gang, the governor of Liusha County in Beimang Kingdom.
Qin Gang grabbed the soldier lying on the ground and roared, "Tell me, what is going on?"
The soldier was covered in blood, with a look of panic in his eyes, "Dead, all dead!"
"He is not a human, he is a devil, and the knife in his hand is a magic knife!"
"Kill us all with one knife at a time!"
Qin Gang's eyes were splitting as he grasped the soldier's collar, "How is that possible? Absolutely impossible!"
"You have told me that Liyang City is just a small city, and there is only one person guarding the city. How could he kill one hundred of my Liusha County elites by himself?"
"Where's Wang Feng?"
Wang Feng is Qin Gang's confidant general. His martial arts has reached the peak of the third level. He has been on the battlefield for many years, and his hands are stained with countless blood.
This time the attack on Liyang City was led by Wang Feng.
The soldier murmured, "Dead!"
"He was the first one to die. He was split in half with just one stab, and his internal organs were spilled all over the floor. It was so miserable!"
Qin Gang's hand shook. Was Wang Feng killed by a knife?
"What realm is that man in? Didn't he say that he was just a second-grade martial artist?"
A figure appeared in the soldier's eyes, thin, tall, with disheveled hair, standing alone at the head of Liyang City.
One hand was holding the old flag, and the other was holding the sword on his shoulder.
A person, a knife, and a big flag.
Loneliness, desolation, endless desolation!
But like a god, he guards Liyang City and fights to the death.
Over the years, no matter whether it was a siege, a sneak attack, or after Qin Gang came to Liusha County and gathered more than a hundred elites, he still could not break through the city gate.
The soldier's body suddenly trembled violently, "He is a madman, he cannot be killed at all!"
"We shot him with more than ten arrows and chopped him with dozens of knives. He has become a bloody man. But he won't retreat. He is not afraid of pain at all, because he can only do one thing!"
Qin Gang stared at the soldier with his deep eyes, "What can he only do?"
The soldier's voice became lower and lower, and he seemed to be extremely weak.
"He only kills people!"
Qin Gang slammed the soldier to the ground, and his head suddenly exploded.
"Since they are all dead, there is no need for you to come back alive."
Qin Gang then turned around and walked to the wall and said to the shadow, "Sun Lijun made a mistake!"
"He asked me to come to Beimang to take his place. He told me that everything in Liusha County is peaceful. He is just old and wants to go back to Beijing to retire."
"He is cheating me! He has left me a mess. It has been six years. He has not even conquered Liyang City, but he has been hiding it from the superiors, saying that Liusha County is peaceful. Sun Lijun deserves to be deceived and ignored!"
"I want to report this matter to the court!"
Someone made a small voice from the shadow of the wall, "No, Sun Lijun is a cunning old man. He has been suppressing this matter for six years. I'm afraid he already knew that he couldn't suppress it, so he resigned early and went to Beijing to take up a post."
"He suppressed the matter in Liyang City for six years, but it exploded in your hands. I'm afraid it will have an impact on your future!"
The corner of Qin Gang's mouth twitched, "This old fox, I wonder why he was willing to give up the good job of county guard. It turns out he dug a big hole for me."
"I haven't been in Beimang for a long time. Sun Lijun is so deeply entrenched. If he goes to the capital, I'll probably suffer a loss."
"Go, invite Wang Lin here, and let him lead all the elite soldiers and horses of Liusha County. This time, I don't believe that Liyang City can't be leveled!"
Li Yangcheng, the smell of blood has not dissipated.
Under the city tower, a group of old, weak, women and children were picking up with their heads down.
An old man on crutches took off a pair of bloody shoes from a corpse and put them on his feet. They seemed to fit well and he grinned.
A skinny aunt next to me said, "Li Zizi, you only have one foot, why do you need two shoes?"
Li Laizi put the other shoe into the bag on his waist, grinned, showing his missing front teeth, "Wear one and leave one, get ready for the winter!"
"Sister-in-law Pan, did you find anything useful?"
Sister-in-law Pan shook her head, "These people's clothes have been chopped to pieces. It's hard to find a complete one."
Li Zizi said, "Just find a few more pieces and sew them up."
"Don't waste what these thieves have. Our Liyang City has been blocked for so many years and we lack everything!"
Sister-in-law Pan looked up at Liyang City. There was a black flag with the character "Han" written on it fluttering in the wind. There was a person sitting under the flag.
A man with disheveled hair holding a black sword.
"Oh, it's been six years, I don't know when this day will end!"
"We are suffering, and immortality is even more painful!"
Li Laizi also leaned on his crutches and cast his turbid eyes towards the city, "Yes, Chang Sheng has been guarding Liyang City and us useless people for six full years."
"He is the most miserable person!"
At this time, a little girl of six or seven years old seemed to have found something good, and she jumped up the city wall.
She came to the top of the city and faced a man covered in blood with disheveled hair, who was leaning against a banner and wiping a sword, "Brother Changsheng, I found something good, you can try it."
The man didn't react.
The girl stepped forward and lifted up the man's long hanging hair with her little hands, revealing a bloody face with eyes as red as a red-hot iron furnace.
As if being alarmed, the man grasped the big knife in his hand, and an aura of killing filled the air.
The girl was so frightened that she fell to the ground, holding back the tears in her eyes, "Brother Changsheng, it's me, I'm Liu'er!"
The man seemed to wake up, and the bright red in his eyes gradually dissipated and became a little brighter.
He reached out and wiped his face, wiping away the blood and revealing his original face.
This is a young face, slightly thin, but with a fortitude beyond his years.
Lu Changsheng!
The last soldier in Liyang City!
The Han Expeditionary Force, the last soldier!
Lu Changsheng put down his sword and smiled apologetically at the little girl, "Liu'er, it's you, did I scare you?"
Liu'er is the daughter of Widow He, she is just six years old this year.
The year Liu'er was born, her father died in the battle in Liyang City.
She had never even left Liyang City.
When Liu Er saw that Lu Changsheng had returned to his normal appearance, he was no longer afraid. He stood up and shook his head, "I'm not afraid. Brother Changsheng became so fierce because he protected us and Liyang City."
Lu Changsheng forced a smile, "Liu'er, did you find something good?"
Liu'er stretched out her little hand and stuffed a small piece of something into Lu Changsheng's mouth.
A hint of sweetness melts into my heart.
It's sugar.
A smile appeared on Liu'er's face, "Brother Changsheng, is it sweet?"
Lu Changsheng nodded, "Sweet!"
Liu'er was even happier, "I haven't eaten candy for a long time. The last time I ate candy was the candy my brother Changsheng gave me during the Chinese New Year. This bag of candy was thrown in the corner, and no one looked at it. I saw ants surrounding it. If it turns, you will know it is sugar. Brother Changsheng, am I very powerful?"
Lu Changsheng reached out and touched Liu'er's head, "Liu'er is the most powerful. If you take the candy back to your mother, she will be happier."
"It's windy here, don't get blown away."
Liu'er jumped down from the city wall and ran towards home.
It wasn't until Liu'er's figure disappeared at the street corner that Lu Changsheng withdrew his gaze and looked under the tower.
More than a hundred corpses have been cleaned up by the people in the city.
Whatever is useful will be left behind.
After six years of closure, Liyang City was extremely short of supplies. Even the rags that were chopped off would be left to be washed, mended and made into clothes or shoes.
The bows, arrows, swords and guns will all be left behind and either repaired or reforged into agricultural tools.
As for the corpses, the people of Liyang City have not yet reduced themselves to cannibalism.
A pit was dug outside the city tower and set on fire.
The burning smell is a bit strong, but it's better than the smell of decay.
At least you won't get the disease.
Lu Changsheng watched Li Laizi being the last one to enter the city gate, and then his eyes rested on his broadsword.
This is a dark broadsword, left behind by King Wu.
Back then, he followed King Wu from the capital and came to Liyang City.
Six years have passed, and the only things left by King Wu are a big flag and a big sword.
No, there is still the sentence that always hovers in Lu Changsheng's mind.
Anyone who offends our strong men will be killed no matter how far away!
Thinking of what King Wu often said, Lu Changsheng felt that the blood in his body became warmer.
This time, one hundred people were killed and thirty-seven wounds were left on their bodies.
Some wounds are fatal to ordinary people.
Now it is recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The more you kill, the stronger you become.
Lu Changsheng only discovered that he had such a special ability after King Wu died.
After each kill, the skill will increase and the body's wounds will recover faster.
And the stronger the enemy he kills, the greater his growth will be.
Just like the hundred people killed today, they were much more violent than the ordinary soldiers killed last month, and their whole bodies were filled with strength.
The feeling brought by this powerful power made Lu Changsheng feel slightly at ease.
Although I don’t know what state I have reached, I am always much stronger than before.
The big flag was rustling. Lu Changsheng looked up at the already blackened flag and felt a little cold in his body.
This flag has stood in Liyang City for six years.
Every time he repelled an enemy attack, Lu Changsheng would smear the flag with blood.
He just wanted to tell King Wu's spirit in the sky: The banner is still there, Liyang City is still there, and the people of the Han Dynasty are still there!
It's just that the dignified prince Wu Wang died in a foreign land, and the Han Dynasty didn't make any waves.
Only Lu Changsheng was left in the expeditionary force. After waiting for six years, the Han Dynasty did not send a single soldier to help.
What happened in Beijing?
Big man, what happened?
Lu Changsheng was at a loss!
After being besieged for six years and blocked for six years, Liyang City was isolated from the outside world and had no information at all from the outside world!
I have persisted for six years, how much longer will I persist?
Will the blood on my body drain out one day?
If one day, he cannot resist, is killed, and the city is massacred, will the expeditionary army disappear without a trace in this world like the wind?
There was a sound of horse hooves, like bursts of thunder.
Lu Changsheng stood up holding the big flag, holding the sword tightly in his hand and looking into the distance.
This time, the enemy came so quickly!
There are so many coming!
It was so densely packed that there were probably thousands of people.
There are many masters among them!
Lu Changsheng's eyes gradually turned red. He pointed the sword in his hand at the oncoming army and roared to the sky:
Wherever the sun and moon shine, and where rivers reach, they are all Han lands.
Anyone who dares to offend the Han will surely perish his country, destroy his species, and exterminate his descendants!
