“……I won’t choose any one!”

After seeing the cold scimitar, Meitu's feet were hanging in the air, kicking excitedly, his eyes were red, staring at Gongsun Zhi opposite him, his voice squeezed out of his teeth, and roared: "...Kill me! Dayuan is still a man with backbone."

"Let him down."

In a cold voice, the giant man who pinched Meitu and threw it forward, throwing the other person forward. He was already injured. As soon as his feet touched the ground, Meitu fell directly to the ground and rolled around. Gongsun Zhi, opposite, held his hands with his hands behind his back, as if he knew the other person would say that before, and laughed: "I have seen many backbone people in my life, don't you know?"

He waved to the other side: "Bring the person up."

Meitu, who was lying on the ground, hugged her thighs that were oozing blood, subconsciously looked towards the direction of the entrance of the tower. More than 20 staggering figures were driven up by soldiers. Among them, a woman saw this King Yu Cheng, and her trembling expression was somewhat happy to live. She wanted to run over. Then she was stopped by a spear. The escorted soldier kicked her back to the crowd. The woman held her lower abdomen in pain and rolled on the ground. Blood was flowing on the ground under her spacious white skirt.

That was Meitu's family, with more than twenty people from top to bottom, a monogamous wife and several lovers, and the remaining children accounted for nearly half. "Han people, what are you going to do!!!" Tu Mei glared at her eyes red, and wanted to rush up, but Dian Wei behind her suddenly pressed her back with a kick. She pressed her body back directly. He clamped her fists against the cold floor tiles and kept slamming: "Let them go! You Han people are not a country of etiquette, are the country of heaven and earth?!"

More than 20 people were taken a few steps away from him, and were hit on the knee by the Han soldiers. They all knelt down. Tears fell from the corners of the eyes of women, children and elderly people. Some people lowered their heads and made choking sounds. The older children in the front knew what would happen and burst into tears.

"Your Highness...you promise him and save us!"

"Father...I don't want to die...I want to live..."

As he cried intermittently, Gongsun Zhi on the other side couldn't understand what they were saying, so he slowly turned to the wall and waved: "Take one down and let me see King Yu Cheng's backbone."

The two soldiers put down their spears and dragged an older woman directly from the front of the pile of people. They raised her and went straight to the wall. The woman was extremely scared and kept looking at Meitu at the foot of the giant man. She struggled and cried while kicking the ground hard.

"Don't push me down... Your Highness to save..."

The last "I" suddenly turned into a shrill cry, and the woman was pushed down. In an instant, a dull sound of heavy objects falling to the ground came up. Meitu stuck to the ground with tears in her eyes, looking at her trembling family members, gritting her teeth without any sound.

"It's true that I have backbone. That's your wife? It's okay, if the old ones don't go to the new ones, I'll bring the next one."

This time, a young woman was dragged out of the crowd. Her shoulder straps were struggling and her fair skin was exposed. Her deep eyes and high nose were twisted and ugly in the terrified cry. She suddenly bit her arm on the soldier's arm, broke away from half of her restraint and turned to escape. After taking a few steps, she was swung by a mace and broke her knees. Her slender and plump thighs were directly bent over, and her body slammed on the ground, "Around me..." The woman cried miserably with her twisted kneecap, and was then dragged away by the soldiers who rushed up and threw them directly from the tower.

"Atana..." Meitu widened his eyes and then slowly closed it.

The wind blew, and one woman after another, the old man was dragged out under a shrill cry, and then threw him down to the tower and fell to death. The stirring air was filled with blood and the cry of the people who were about to face death, and everyone around was silent.

"How many are you?"

Another crying figure crossed Gongsun Zhi's sight. When he fell down the tower, he watched the prisoners who were kneeling and crying under the sword guns were pushed to the wall one by one, holding the wall stack without letting go. Then the sword guns cut off their arms by the beaten sword guns. The heart-wrenching cry did not move Gongsun Zhi at all.

"Report to the lord, the seventh one." The soldiers who remembered several times replied, with sweat stains on their faces.

"Continue." Gongsun Zhi took the scimitar expressionlessly and inserted it back into the sheath.

After the words, a lot of people had shrunk there, and a child about five years old was pulled out. He was held in his arms by a soldier and walked towards the wall. The boy cried and kicked his feet. Meitu on the ground heard a familiar voice and suddenly opened his eyes, and his bloody mouth opened to the extreme.

"Picture Chew"

"Governor, that's just a child..."

While the sad roar sounded, a white-bearded veteran stood up in the sight of everyone, arched his hands in front of him, thinking of the pain of losing his son, and finally couldn't help but speak: "Please be extra merciful to the governor, let these women and children go, and the country fights with the country, and men fight with the men, and these children should not be brought in."

Huang Zhong paused, afraid that the wolf king on the other side would refuse, so he said again with a decisive tone: "When you attack Guishan City, the last general is willing to be the pioneer and take down Shanmeng's head with his own hands to exchange it!"

"The old general is kind and righteous, but I don't want you to risk attacking Guishan City. The city is strong and thick, and fighting hard will only cause losses to the generals. The siege of the city will take too long and will not be beneficial to us."

"Governor!" Huang Zhong took a half step and arched his hands heavily.

At this moment, a weak voice came from Dian Wei's feet. Meitu released his fist, gritted his teeth, and shouted in grief: "...Mitu is willing to surrender to the governor! I am willing to listen to the governor's arrangement!"

"How great it would be like this at the beginning? The family was neatly arranged."

Gongsun Zhi smiled and waved Dian Wei to let him get up, walked over and squatted down in front of the other side, "Look, this is a good thing. If you become the king of Dayuan, I am relieved to use this place as your base camp. Guishan City also avoided a military disaster, and there were fewer people on both sides of you and me."

"...... So, should King Yu Cheng know what to do?"

He whispered a little in the bloody Mai Pa’s ear, then patted the other party’s shoulder and stood up, waved to several soldiers: “Take him down to have a full meal and prepare a horse. In addition, place the family of King Yu Cheng in the best room in the castle, don’t be careless, just like that!”

After saying that, with a group of generals, the guard walked down the tower. Meitu sat on the ground and watched the children. He walked past him sadly, his lips trembled slightly, and only he could hear, murmured: "Bone energy... is not as important as the lives of relatives... so many people can not die..."

"......I am saving the entire Dayuan."

"In the future, they will understand my painstaking efforts..."

"...The Han people won't stay here for too long... and I will continue to be the king of Dayuan..."

“…At least, my children are still alive.”

"Just be alive..."

Meitu was stumbled down while the soldiers were surveillance, looking at the scorched street, holding the corpses of relatives, and numbly taking the bags and horses filled with dry food, and was secretly sent by Han soldiers from Yuchengcheng to the west of the Pamir Mountains. The news of the Han invasion was brought over.

Dayuan Guishan City is not too far from here. During the three days of the massacre, huge flames reflected the sky red. The soldiers, civilians and caravans at the junction also saw this scene, spreading the news that Yu Chengcheng was slaughtered to the west quickly. The tribal leaders who received the news were also gathering the soldiers in their hands and gathering towards Guishan City.

Shanmeng, who had received news of the possible entry of the Han people before, burned the two letters that night after confirming the news of the Han people's invasion. His grandson Lan Yu stood beside him and looked at the burning flames, a little curious.

"...... Adults also do something wrong, but there can't be any mistakes abroad. When you grow up and become a king, you will understand." The fire shaking on Shan Meng's face, and he said softly.

Afterwards, he quickly summoned the leaders of various troops coming to Guishan City to discuss the things to protect the capital. At the same time, the front line quickly horses kept slaughtering the Han army in the border city between the roads. With the message being sent back, he advanced westward again and rushed towards this side, launching a full-line attack on the checkpoints that were resisting along the way. The people and merchants around Guishan City were already moving, and they began to avoid the coming war to a safer place.

At this time, someone stood at the city of Guishan in rags. Soon after, Shanmeng met him in the palace hall. Generals and leaders of various tribes were also asking him how he escaped, and by the way, he inquired about the details of this Han army.

"The Han people suddenly crossed the eastern part of the Pamir Mountains and were very familiar with the journey. The Shule and Shache countries on the other side had fallen into the hands of each other. They came over and did not give us any reaction. They started to attack the city that day. Outside the city, they had grassland people as cavalry, and the Han army was attacking the city... It was very powerful. In less than half a day, the city wall was taken away by them..."

"How to fight?"

"It's not that we can't fight. There are many Han people here this time, but the food and fodder are definitely not enough to support the long-term battle. We just need to stick to the capital..."

The dancers danced in the hall. During the banquet, everyone asked Meitu questions and answered each other and received more detailed information. Soon, late at night, they went back to their own station in groups, waiting for the arrival of the Han people. Shanmeng left Meitu and continued to talk about the war with the Han people. His voice was majestic and slow.

"There are Kangju, Wusun, and powerful countries like Kushan and Anxi around Dayuan, but we have been living in the city for hundreds of years and have never been truly conquered by others. The battle of Yuchengcheng was a sudden attack by the Han people, and it has nothing to do with you. Although they are powerful, they can go forward. Didn't the Han people back then return without success in front of Dayuan?"

He said these words heroically. The Meitu below listened quietly for a moment, poured the wine in the glass, and squeezed something between his fingers and dripped it in, then held it with both hands and stood up: "What Your Highness said, Dayuan has witnessed the prosperity of many countries around him, and then declined and finally perished, but Dayuan is still there."

"Just understand!"

Shanmeng was still satisfied with his obedience. He took a sip and said with a smile: "You always say that it is too dispersed to me and it is not good for me. But you see, once foreign enemies come in Dayuan, they will come from all over the place to fight. It can be seen that the center of the war in our country can be used. As long as we work together and with all our efforts, the Han people will still get out of here as they once did."

As soon as he said, he felt a faint pain in his lower abdomen. On the other side, Gong Li raised his head slightly and suddenly said, "Your Highness, I have something I have always wanted to ask..."

"Hmm? Uh..." The pain became clearer and clearer. When it turned into colic, Shan suddenly stood up from the throne, and fine beads of sweat came out between his furrowed eyebrows.

Meitu raised his head and took a step forward.

"I just want to know... I sent two urging to increase troops. Where is the reinforcements of Your Highness?" He and Shanmeng were only one table apart, and his voice became heavier and heavier: "...If Your Highness had sent troops to reinforce earlier, Yu Chengcheng would still be there, and people would not have died... Do you know how many people died after the fire burned for three days??"

"You...you...draw poison..."

Shan Meng let out a mouthful of dark red blood. He stumbled back two steps, and Meitu leaned forward and stretched out his finger to point his chest opposite, "But your Highness will never know."

His fingertips pushed him hard.

He fell down, sat on the throne, and swallowed his last breath.

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