It Starts With A Mountain

Chapter 187

Fordler's hand holding the knife was shaking.

He was panting heavily, the air smelled of sweat and blood, and there was a thunderous sound in his ears. Blood blurred his eyes, and he couldn't see clearly what was going on around him.

Is this hell?

He asked himself, but no one could answer.

He held the knife and raised it, but he didn't know whether he was attacking the enemy or his comrades.

There are not many enemies around, and it is crowded with clansmen who want to escape this endless hell. The road has been blocked, the people in front can't get out, and more people in the back squeeze up, cutting off the way of life for those who follow.

Well, everyone is the enemy.

So, kill.

Holding the knife nervously, swinging it nervously, holding the knife again, swinging it again, and so on, like a simple old-fashioned machine, or a beast.

clang!

There was a crisp sound of knives in the air, which was the sound of two knives colliding. This kind of thing is not surprising, it has happened countless times before.

Fordler swings the knife again.

clang!

With the sound of the crash, a big hand suddenly stretched out and stuck at his neck, and the other party shouted hoarsely.

"Let's go."

It is Chimei, his face is in front of Fudler, his muscles are ferocious, and his eyes are blood red.

"Let's go."

This shout made Fordler a little more awake. He looked at the red eyebrows who had fallen into madness, his expression froze, and he spit out two words subconsciously.

"elder brother."

The red-browed knife stretched out, passed under Fordler's arm, and pierced through a barbarian behind him.

"Walk."

Chimei grabbed Fudler's shoulder and dragged it out abruptly. He threw the knife out, and hung a string of blood flowers, which was borne by his arm alone.

"elder brother."

Fordler suddenly realized a bizarre fact: Chimei was saving himself.

Stepping forward on the corpse, wading across the river made of blood, the knife in his hand is the oar that rowed through the blood river.

This is a road that leads to the human world.

City gates, mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Jin Dao stood outside the city gate clenched his sword, and shouted: "Enter, enter, advance, take a step back, behead!"

Outside the city to inside the city, inside the city to outside the city, which direction leads to the world.

"Walk."

Chimei pushed Fordler up the mountain of corpses.

boom

The explosion sounded behind him, corpses and rocks splashed, and Chimei was instantly crushed by four or five corpses.

"Walk."

"elder brother."

Fordler took Chimei's hand, trying to pull him out of the corpse. But as the crowd crowded, Chimei stepped on countless feet in an instant, blood flowed out of his mouth, and his eyes were bloodshot.

"Walk."

Chimei opened her mouth again, and her gums had begun to ooze blood.

Fordler wanted to use up all his strength to be able to drag the red eyebrows out, but he didn't have much strength, and even if he exhausted all his strength, he was still powerless.

Powerlessness...what a nasty word, and sometimes powerlessness is powerlessness, nothing can change.

Seeing the expression on Fudler's face, Chimei suddenly smiled and patted his hair with bloody hands.

"Silly brother, grow up quickly... Don't be a waste in the future... Come on, grow up..."

Chimei's voice became weaker and weaker, and as one foot stepped on top of his head, his face was buried in the blood and never raised again.

Fordler was overrun by fleeing soldiers and walked past with one foot on his back. Fordler stabbed a knife into a man's leg, like climbing a big tree and stood up. He didn't have time to calm down and opened the way with the knife in his hand.

No one was standing by his side, grabbing his shoulders and making way for him. The next road he will walk by himself.

Inside the city, outside the city, the next road leads to the world, or to hell.

"Kill, kill, retreat and die!"

Jin Wen's anger failed to stop the soldiers' defeat.

The battlefield is constantly changing, and the winner or the loser can change at any time. Jin Dao thought that he would win the battle, but he was attacked head-on by Cheng Dalei. Wengcheng became a cauldron, and Jin asked half of his troops to boil. Afterwards, Cheng Dalei cleaned up the corpse alone for ten days. Many years later, a kind of grass grew outside the valley. This kind of grass is not strange, but the veins of the leaves are strange red.

...

Cheng Dalei couldn't come out of the valley, and he focused on running his own battle to defend the city, making the cottage solid. Because of this, Cheng Dalei didn't know much about what happened on this continent.

From east to west, from Youzhou Sea in the extreme east to Kunwu Mountain in the extreme west, the border of the empire is like a drawn bow and an open umbrella.

That year, the empire suffered a severe drought, and the grasslands outside the Great Wall also suffered a severe drought. The grasslands are deserts, cattle and sheep are lying in pieces, and the newborns starved to death with their shriveled mothers because they could not eat a mouthful of milk.

Hundreds of tribes of the Rong tribe formed a super alliance and declared war on the empire across the board.

These tribes are big and small, strong and weak. The empire that is already riddled with holes is like a thin girl walking in the wind and rain with a big umbrella. The full-scale invasion of the Rong tribe is the violent storm that falls on the umbrella.

Therefore, what happened in Qingniu Mountain is not a big event, but only a part of a major event.

From east to west: Cheng Dalei is in full swing to defend the city; at the border of the state, the defenders and the Rong cavalry have just had a confrontation, thousands of horses galloping, no casualties. A pot-bellied middle-aged man with a brocade robe and jade belt was running wildly on a carriage, muttering in his mouth: Only fools guard the city, and I don't guard the city.

On the northwest frontier, a general was struggling to support him, looking forward to the east, waiting for the food and grass to support him.

In the capital, a man with two beards pursed his lips and said, "If General Lin wins the battle, wouldn't this court be his one-handed covering the sky, huh, the military rations will slow him down for a month."

In a water town in the south of the Yangtze River, a merchant sold his fortune and raised 100,000 dans of rice to go north to reward the army.

On the same road, another group of merchants rushed to the capital.

"Everyone, hurry up. The prices of antique calligraphy and paintings in the capital are very low. If we ship a batch back, we can make at least three times the profit."

On the way from the south to the north, there are scholars who abandoned their pens and joined the army, as well as dignitaries who fled to the south of the Yangtze River for refuge.

In the northwest, a lonely city. A shepherd in a sheepskin coat stopped in front of the city gate, raised the seal in his hand, and shouted at the defeated deserters.

"I am the sixth prince of the empire, and I live and die with this city today."

Then, no one paid any attention to him, and the defeated soldiers passed by him like flowing water.

Hero, coward, glory, vile.

This land has never lacked heroes who went upstream, and there was no shortage of mercenary villains. Naturally, there were more ordinary people who were exhausted and worked hard to survive.

That year, the army of the Rong tribe was like a tidal wave, and the borders of the empire were raging with war. Qingniu Mountain is like a depression. When the current of soldiers like water passes through here, it will not be able to move.

Then, more and more, more and more...