Three days later, Yejia Beicheng had been bombarded by Beiyan's heavy artillery.
The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, and there were piles of corpses under his feet. The Dazhou army blocked this square inch and the Beiyan army was bitten together. The city tower collapsed, and Yejia City could no longer be defended. Knowing that it was going to die, it would be better to bring a few more Beiyan troops to hell! After three days of bloody battles, no matter how weak a person is, hemorrhagic will be aroused, not to mention that they are the ones who joined the army.
Seeing the sunset on the west mountain, there were shouts of killing in the distance, and Da Zhou's reinforcements finally arrived.
Chang Ling killed all the way to the bottom of the city, looking around, there were dead people piled up on the ground, and the people standing were covered in blood, like living ghosts. "Xiaowei!" Chang Ling couldn't tell who was who among these living ghosts, so he could only shout Luo Wei's name.
The knife in Luo Wei's hand fell to the ground, and even the young and middle-aged people in the city were recruited by him to guard the city. How could he just stand by? After he really swung the knife to kill someone, Luo Wei discovered that killing people was not difficult at all. The knife that fell on the ground had already been rolled up. How many people died under his knife, Luo Wei stopped counting when he counted to twenty. .
"Xiaowei! Luo Wei!" Chang Ling shouted while sitting on the horse. He didn't dare to imagine what Luo Qi would do if Luo Wei died in Yejia City.
"Brother Chang," Luo Wei took a breath and waved at Chang Ling.
Chang Ling dismounted and ran to Luo Wei's side. Luo Wei was covered in blood, and he couldn't tell whether it was his own blood or someone else's blood. "Injured?" Chang Ling supported Luo Wei with both hands.
"It's all minor injuries," Rowe opened his mouth, and even his teeth were stained with dust.
The screams of killing stopped, and the people of Yejia, who had been terrified for three days, walked out of their homes and onto the street, cheering for the army returning to the city.
The old patriarch, who was in his seventies, was standing in front of the Hujun Mansion, supported by his two young grandchildren.
Luo Wei dismounted and walked quickly to the old patriarch.
"Young Master!" The old patriarch called Luo Wei with a trembling voice. For the rest of his life, he had a lot to say, but he didn't know where to start.
Luo Wei knelt down in front of the old patriarch, "I am incompetent, and I couldn't let the people who went back come back."
"Young Master!" The elder of the old clan burst into tears, and raised Luo Wei with both hands, "Young Master is the savior of my Yejia people, so why should you blame yourself! Please accept the old man's worship," said the old clan leader about to kneel.
"Old man!" Luo Wei's whole body had exhausted his strength, but he tried to help him, but he couldn't. Finally, he knelt on the ground with the old patriarch, unable to stand up.
"Young Master!" the old patriarch cried, "The small town on the border of Yejia has experienced military disasters, and the only court official who is willing to coexist with me in Yejia City is the son!"
Amidst the cries, Luo Wei held the hand of the old patriarch, "Old man, I said the other day that the Beiyan Army wants to enter the city, unless it is stepping on my corpse! People can't believe it, it's just Luo Wei. Incompetent, unable to protect everyone in the city."
The sky had cleared the day before, but the cold wind outside the Great Wall was still cold,
Yejia City was filled with grief and joy, and not everyone was so lucky to survive a life-threatening slaughter. The lives of the dead belong to Huangquan, leaving endless pain for the living.
Wei Lan stepped forward and helped Luo Wei and the old patriarch up together.
However, the old patriarch took three steps back, and fell to the ground at Luo Wei again, and all the people around Yejia knelt on the ground.
The old patriarch said to Luo Wei, "I, the people of Yejia, thank the son for saving his life!"
Chang Ling stood behind Luo Wei, Luo Wei was very embarrassed, his hair was disheveled, his clothes were tattered, and his body was covered in blood, but it was moving. Could it be that the six generations of the Luo family were prime ministers, but when they arrived at Luo Qi, they were all pioneers, unwilling to guard the court, and would rather have the temperament of a horse wrapped in a corpse