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Most of the chaos in Chendi was suppressed, but most of the people in Chenjun died. Or died of rioters, perhaps with soldiers, or died of hunger and cold.
In the state of Qin, people rose from all over the world, people in the world had no food, and they used their children to use them, eating rot to survive.
The people scrambled for grains of rice, disrupting people and robbing the road. There are people who eat grass, leaves and tree roots, there are people who eat carrion from dead animals, and there are people who eat people.
In such a world, there is no way for people, and there is no distinction between humans and animals.
The chaos in Guanzhong has continued, the defenders have no food, and the people are in turmoil.
Most of the rebellious troops have entered the Guanzhong, and there are only tens of thousands of soldiers in the Guanzhong, and they have no time to take care of themselves.
The city is not broken, but Xianyang seems to have become an isolated city.
Gu Nan led the army on the road and passed a village.
She turned her head sideways, as if it was the village she passed by when she entered Chen Di that day.
The crying of that woman that day seemed to be heard again, hoarse.
She looked towards the side of the village, and there was a dead bone lying in front of a dilapidated house, and she didn't know whose it belonged to.
Along the way, she has seen too many.
Looking up at the road ahead, she seemed to really understand what Bai Qi saw back then.
During those last years, what made the old man want so much and was worth his life.
The scene of the end of the year really makes people afraid to look at it.
She used to think that as long as there were no wars, there would be peace.
Later, she thought that as long as people had land and food and could live in peace, it would be peaceful.
But now she doesn't know where this peaceful and prosperous world should be.
It seems that it's just one battle after another.
Beyond the frontier.
The dust blown up by the strong wind made it difficult to keep one's eyes open. A group of tens of thousands of soldiers stood in front of Yanmen Pass, with all their long swords drawn out and hanging by their sides.
The Mongolian army has had no food for more than a month, and has been defending the land outside the pass for several months.
Army, it is a flag with a Mongolian character embroidered on it, and the flag is blown by the strong wind.
Meng Tian led the army in front, his armor was covered with dust, his face was withered and yellow, and his eyes were bloodshot, but he still carried that majestic meaning.
There is no more food in the army, and only waiting for this day, they are going to fight the Huns to the death, and spill the blood of this chest here.
There is great chaos in the country. If the Xiongnu are allowed to go south, the Central Plains may collapse.
The Mongolian army does not want to be the sinners of the ages, so they will not retreat here.
The sound of the wind in the grassland was disturbing, and the sound of galloping horses could be heard from all over the world in front of the Mongolian army's formation.
Then the smoke and dust covered the sky, and the wind was chaotic.
The Mongolian army under that banner clenched their weapons and shields, and raised their eyes.
The indescribable eyes should be calm, angry, and dying.
Meng Yi held the banner high, holding his long sword in his right hand.
It must have been clenched too tightly, the neck was swollen red, and the veins were entangled.
Holding up the spear, Meng Tian on the horse weakly pursed his chapped lips, clenched his hands tightly, the tip of the spear trembled slightly, and grabbed the reins of the horse below him.
he had said.
One day, he will take his army under his command to the front of the pass immediately, so that no one dares to offend the Qin army.
He thought he could do it.
The Xiongnu was getting closer and closer, the blade in his hand glowed coldly, and the howling sound was like a beast.
The veins in the hand holding the spear swelled, Meng Tian opened his eyes angrily, his pupils tightened, and when the Huns almost rushed to him, he roared with all his strength.
The sound of howling did not go away for a long time, remaining in the dust and sand.
"Strong my army!"
Meng Tian's eyes seemed to be split open, and the eyes were hot.
"Defend my country!!"
The endless front enemies were reflected in those eyes, the spear was raised, and the horseshoes were flying.
"nice!!"
The blood in the chest was boiling hot, like a hot blood flowed backwards.
There was a terrifying roar from among the Mongolian army, and even the blade raised by the Huns seemed startled.
The tens of thousands of troops, tens of thousands of humble bodies rushing up, if it is held by the Great Wall, it will be unbreakable.
When the two armies collided, flesh and blood flew, and the world was scarred. The grass was stained red, and the blood soaked the soil.
The corpses lying on the ground fell, and blood gathered.
The killing sound killed the sky, as if the world was in a daze, countless people fell down, and blood was splashed.
Until the sound of killing dies down.
Only the remnant soldier was left standing there covered in blood.
The flag was broken, but it stood obliquely, casting its shadow on the ground.
Meng Tian stood with his sword, looking at the receding figure.
He grinned, but smiled, and blood flowed from his mouth, staining his armor.
The laughter was insane, and the standing remnant army also laughed, and stood against the wind, telling the enemies to retreat.
Raising his head, Meng Tian's eyes were blood red, he looked towards the east, held hands, and pursed his lips tightly.
His mouth moved slightly for a while, and he spit out two or four words: "Strong me."
"Da Qin."
He must have lost his strength and fell between the corpses.
Lying on his back among the corpses, his eyes were blurred.
That year, when the troops were withdrawn from Hangu Pass, his father asked him.
"Tian'er, do you know what war is?"
He said angrily at the time.
"War is what calls tens of thousands of people to die."
The father smiled and said.
"No, it is called war to tell tens of millions of people to die and save the world!"
Among the corpses, Meng Tian closed his eyes and never opened them again.
The Xiongnu outside the pass did not dare to go south for several years, even if there were no troops stationed on the Great Wall.
Xianyang City.
After Gu Nan led the army back to the city, the rebel army was in chaos in Guanzhong, and there was no more food in Xianyang City for the battle.
Although the people in the city are better than other places, they are not much better.
After more than a month, countless rebels surrounded Xianyang City.
"despair."
A waiter lowered his head, brought a bowl of food, and placed it on the table in front of Fusu.
The food was filled with steam, Fusu who was sitting in front of the table was thin and thin, but the young man's face was yellow with hunger.
He looked to his side, and Li Si was standing on one side.
Li Si was ordered to assist the government and would often be by Fusu's side.
Seeing Fusu looking at him, he lowered his head and bowed down: "Your Majesty, what's the matter?"
"Prime Minister, how much food is there in the country?"
I don't know if it's because of hunger or something, but Fusu's voice is a little weak.
Li Si didn't answer, he couldn't answer.
Fu Suhe smiled, and said in a warm voice: "Prime Minister, do you think it is still necessary to guard this city?"
"Your Majesty." Li Si wanted to say something, but Fu Su stopped him with his hand.
Turning to the waiter in front of the seat, he picked up the meal in his hand and said.
"How much food is left in the palace, take it all out, make it into meals, and distribute it to the people in the city"
As he spoke, he handed the food in his hand to the hungry waiter.
"You can eat this bowl first."
The waiter took the bowl in a daze, then lowered his head in a crying voice: "Thank you, Your Majesty."
The waiter retreated, Fusu looked outside the hall, and said to Li Si who was beside him.
"Prime Minister, I want to surrender."
He closed his eyes, and said in a gentle voice, "People in this world can no longer bear the pain of this war."
"Just drop it"