Yellow sand is everywhere in the sky, and dry bones are everywhere in the wild.

A strong man wearing a broken hat kept pouring out the cloth shirt on his body, and he stepped on the yellow sand and muddy ground with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

A skinny old horse was led by him on the reins and his pace was slow.

A woman in a cloth shirt hugged a girl in her arms, curled up and lay on the back of a horse, looking haggard and withered.

"Mrs. Zhong, it's almost here. Yunzhou City is ahead."

Guo Dalu's voice was hoarse.

Three Saint Mountain did its best to resist ghost cultivators in this war. However, after the five disasters and ten kalpas appeared one by one, the territory of Three Saint Mountain was constantly eroded by Liuli Mountain.

This war in the East has lasted for thousands of miles, and for the people, it is a huge disaster.

From Taozhi City to the west and escape from the war, the route chosen by Guo Dalu is a very close straight line that can reach Zhongzhou... But the only difficulty is to cross this desert.

Guo Dalu is not the only one who chose this route.

The dead bones flying along the way and the cracked broken arms all prove their ending.

This is a dead end to "nine deaths".

Fortunately, the desert is almost over now.

The little lychee in Mrs. Zhong's arms pursed her dry lips. She looked dizzy and looked into the distance of the desert... The sky was so hot that it seemed, and a towering ancient city seemed to stand at the end of the horizon.

Is that Yunzhou City?

"mother……"

Little Lizhi's voice was extremely weak, with a crying voice.

"thirsty……"

No response.

Mrs. Zhong's head was hanging very low and her body was shaking, but her arm guard posture was extremely firm. She crawled tightly, clamped the child in her arms, and covered everything behind her back.

How can ordinary people withstand such a journey?

She looked at Guo Dalu and said in a hoarse voice: "Is there still water?"

Guo Dalu gritted his teeth and took out the water bag he carried with him. He patted the little guy. Little Litchi opened his mouth with a sleepy eyes, and the water bag was hanging upside down. A few drops of water gathered and fell on his dry lips and melted instantly.

The little guy licked his lips, but his sick face did not look good because of this.

Guo Dalu took the water bag back to his waist again.

He wanted to say... hold on for another day.

But he realized that this sentence had been said countless times in the past three days.

The "Yunzhou" on the distant horizon has appeared many times in the wind and sand of the desert. This is a little afterglow in the long night and it is also the last belief that supports the trekkers to go on.

The last day.

A miracle happened... A sudden rain fell on the edge of the Yunzhou desert. The sudden rain saved the three people who were almost thirsty and took their lives. If they continued, they were no longer lonely trekkers.

Other refugees appeared around.

The "giant city" that the little guy saw is not a mirage.

Tens of thousands of fugitives were displaced due to the war in the East and fled with their families to "Yunzhou", but what we welcomed them was not "rebirth".

The giant city of Yunzhou is tightly closed and refuses to accept refugees.

The people who fled to the famine have already gnawed grass roots in the city and dug out mud... and even as the sand and dust flew, fresh bones with sticky blood and mud can be seen vaguely.

A live horse, a woman with no power to tie a chicken, and a child with tender skin... The moment he walked out of the desert of Yunzhou, it attracted a lot of attention.

But in front of them was a burly man.

Guo Dalu had never seen such a scene in his life... He looked at those skinny men, and the guys had a fierce look in their eyes and the aura was like a wild wolf who had been hungry for half a month.

A thin man pounced on him and was cut open by Guo Dalu holding a Park knife in his hand.

The blunt knife cut the skull, and the blood spilled out was still hot... Mrs. Zhong covered the little lychee's eyes, and Guo Dalu led the horse, behind her was the sound of chewing like a vulture and a wild wolf splitting the corpse.

This man led Lao Ma to Yunzhou City.

There is nothing more desperate in this world than escaping from the desert and reaching the dead city.

Yunzhou city gate, tens of thousands of pounds of iron are heavy.

It is even more heartbreaking than the sword of the ghost cultivator.

The crossbowman on the city gate pulled the strings and pointed the crossbow arrow at the group of three people in silence.

In the hundred-foot open space in front of the city gate, there was an arrow shot into the ground with a nail, and a dead corpse that had passed through the heart.

As long as they move forward one more step.

Then...there will be an arrow.

Guo Da stared at the city wall with expressionless expression on the road.

He slowly pulled open the ragged cloth clothes, revealing a piece of flesh and blood that had already been covered with scars. He walked slowly forward, looking at the crossbowman with a round string.

As he was about to step into the "forbidden circle", Guo Dalu felt that something was gently pulled by a corner of his clothes. He turned around and saw the pale and fearful face of Little Lizhi.

Little Lizhi shook her head, her voice was even worse than crying: "Uncle Guo, you can't go..."

Guo Dalu patted the little guy's head.

He didn't say anything, but slowly took out a relic of Litchi's father from his sleeve.

That was an iron token.

The man suddenly shouted—

"This is the death order of Zhong Xun, the commander of the demotion and demotion of Taozhicheng!"

This sound, like thunder, thrust, thrust the sand and vibrated.

"The long-term line of the East Realm, to fight to the death, even if the corpse is not present, the city officials should also protect the people in the city!"

"Wait--"

The man's angry shouting sound was very long.

This sound attracted everyone's attention.

In their lives, they had never heard of such a harsh shout, like a stick, smashing the haze clouds that broke thousands of miles away.

"You are a humble official! You will do things that are miserable for your own selfish desires!"

"The front of thousands of miles, burning the Great Lakes... Tens of millions of people rushed to the gates, and after death, they died. You and others lived in the desert and supported Taiping Zhongzhou, but they actually refused the people from outside their homes and caused trouble before the gates."

At the top of the city wall, a young garrison officer frowned. He looked down at the bottom of the city wall, the rough man with a straw hat who "tightened his chest" scolded the Yunzhou guardian.

The garrison officer had no expression on his face and stretched out a hand. Immediately someone presented a heavy crossbow.

He pushed the arrow into the crossbow chamber with great familiarity.

The painful drink exploded in the sky.

"In the midst of the remnant war, betrayal of compatriots and refuse to save them when they die. This is unkind and unjust!"

"At the moment of the imperial power, he bullied His Highness and refused to open the city gate. This is unfaithful and unbelief!"

"At--"

The arrowhead of the heavy crossbow also exploded at this moment.

...

...

All sounds come to an abrupt end-

A hideous blood flower exploded in front of the little lychee.

The burly figure seemed to be hit by a heavy hammer.

He stepped back.

Zhong Li stared at the figure that looked like a mountain, fought for hundreds of miles, trekking through the desert, leaving water and food, and even so... he never fell down.

She thought Uncle Guo would not fall.

Time became extremely slow at this moment. The little guy's head buzzed, leaving only a blank space. She looked up and her eyes touched the crossbow light that was aiming at her from the tower.

A young "familiar" figure pointed the heavy crossbow at himself and pushed the second crossbow arrow into the crossbow chamber.

She knew the robe that the elder brother wore.

His father... also wore this outfit.

This is the garrison of Yunzhou City.

My father said that the garrison is the one who protects the people...

The consciousness had no time to think about more pictures. At the moment when the cold light of the heavy crossbow was shot out, the little lychee's thoughts were frozen.
To be continued...