For a Prosperous World

The beginning of February.

The chaos in Chendi was mostly flattened, but most of the people in Chenjun died. Either died in chaos, died with the army, or died of starvation.

In the Qin Kingdom, there are many places in the world. The world has no food, it is easy to use, and it eats rot.

The people scrambled to grab grain of rice, and chaotic people looted. Some people eat grass roots, some people eat dead carrion, and some people eat people.

In this world, there is no way of human beings, no distinction between humans and animals.

Tongguanzhong also has more chaos. The defenders have no food and the people are chaotic.

The riot troops have already entered the four chaos in Guanzhong, but there are tens of thousands of Zhengjun soldiers in various parts of Guanzhong, so they have no time to take care of themselves.

Wucheng land is not broken, but Xianyang seems to have become a lonely city.

Gu Nan led the way and passed a village.

She turned her head, as if she had entered the village where Chen Di was passing that day.

The cry of the woman on that day seemed to come again, hissing exhausted.

Looking to the village side, before a broken house there, lying with a dead bone, I don't know who it is.

Along the way, she has seen too much.

I looked up and looked at the road, she seemed to really understand what Bai Qi saw then.

In the last year, what made the old man so hopeful that it was worthy of his life.

末 This last year's scene really makes people dare not see it.

She used to think that as long as there was no war, it would be peaceful.

后来 She later thought that as long as people have food in the field, they can live in peace.

Now she doesn't know where the peace is going.

It seems like, but it's just one smoke after another.

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外 Frontier border.

The sand and dust rolled up by the gale made people unable to open their eyes. A tens of thousands of sergeants stood in front of the Yanmen Pass, pulling out all the long swords in their hands and hanging them down.

Meng Mengjun had no food for more than a month, and spent several months on the ground outside the customs.

On the Qiang Army, it was a flag embroidered with a Mongolian character, and that flag was whizzed by the wind.

Wu Mengtian led the army ahead, his body was covered in dust, his face was yellow, his eyes were bloodshot, but he still had the majestic meaning.

There is no more food in the puppet army, only to this day, they are going to fight the Xiongnu to the death, and spill the blood on this cavity.

The chaos in the middle of Laos, if the Xiongnu moved south, I am afraid that the Central Plains would collapse.

蒙 They are armed and do not want to be the sinners of ancient times, so they will not retreat here.

The wind of the prairie grass was awful. Before the Mongolian army's formation, the sound of horses galloping came from everywhere in the world.

Then the smoke covered the sky, and the wind was chaotic.

Jain's Meng Jun clenched his Bingge Shield and raised his eyes.

The unspeakable eyes should be calm, angry, and dying.

Tong Mengyi held up his banner, holding his long sword in his right hand.

I should be too tight, my neck swollen red, and my arms cramped.

Holding up the spear, Meng Tian immediately gave her cracked lips weakly, her hands clenched, and the tip of the spear shuddered slightly, pulling the reins of the war horse under her.

He once said.

One day, he will bring his army, and immediately before the pass, he will be guilty of what the Qin army will do.

He thinks he will do it.

The Xiong Xiu was getting closer and closer, the blade in that hand was glowing with coldness, howling like a beast.

Zhan's hand holding the spear was swollen with blue muscles, and Meng Tian opened his eyes angrily, his pupils tightened, and when the Huns nearly rushed forward, they were roaring with all their strength and born.

The sound of that long howling is long gone, staying in the dust.

"Strengthen our army!"

Xi Mengtian's eyes seemed to be cracked, and her eyes were hot.

"Protect me!"

Suddenly his endless enemies were reflected in his eyes, his spear was raised and his hoofs were flying.

"nice!!"

The blood in the chest is hot, like blood flowing back.

There was a terrible roar in the army of the Mengmeng Army, and even the blade raised by the Huns seemed startled.

The tens of thousands of troops, the tens of thousands of humility rushed up, if one side is across the Great Wall, it is unbreakable.

When the two armies touched, flesh and blood flew, killing the world red. The grass soil was stained with Yu Hong, and the blood submerged in the soil.

The corpse in a place fell down, and blood and water gathered.

The killing sound killed the sky. If the heavens and the earth were lost, countless people would fall and blood would splatter.

Until the killing sound is gone.

Only the remnant was standing there whole blooded.

The flag broke, but stood obliquely, and the shadow dropped on the ground.

Qi Mengtian stood with his sword and looked at the receding figure.

He grinned, but smiled, and the blood flowed from his mouth, soaking on his armor.

The laughter was mad, and the standing remnant also laughed, catching the wind and making the enemies retreat.

Xu looked up, and Meng Tian's eyes were red. He looked to the east, shook his hand, and squinted his mouth.

Pouting slightly for a while, spit out two or four words: "Strengthen me."

"Big Qin."

I should have lost strength and fell between the corpses.

Xu Yang lay in the body, his eyes blurred.

The following year, his army was withdrawn from Hanguguan, and his father asked him.

"Tianer, do you know what war is?"

He resentfully said.

"Thousands of people die, it is called war."

My father smiled and said.

"No, it's called thousands of people to die. To save the whole world is called war!"

Among the dead bodies, Meng Tian closed her eyes and never opened again.

...

The Huns outside the customs were afraid to go south in the next few years, even if there was no army stationed in the Great Wall.

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Xianyang City.

After Gu Nan led his army back to the city, the chaos was already in chaos in Guanzhong, and there was no more food in Xianyang City.

Although the people in Wucheng are better than elsewhere, they are not much better.

After more than a month, countless rioters surrounded Xianyang City.

...

"Www ~ wuxiaspot.com ~" A waiter lowered his head and presented a bowl of meals on the table in front of Fu Su.

The food was filled with heat, and Fu Su, who was sitting in front of the desk case, lost weight, but the young man's face was hungry.

He looked to his side, and Liz was on his side.

Li Si was ordered to assist the government, and often stayed beside Fusu.

He saw Fu Su looking at himself, bowed his head and said: "Your Majesty, is there anything wrong?"

"Sir, how much grain is there in the middle of the country?"

I don't know if it's hungry or anything, Fu Su's voice is weak.

Li Si did not answer, he could not answer.

Wu Fusu smiled, and Wen Sheng said, "Sir, do you think you still need to guard this city?"

His Majesty "Your Majesty." What Li Si wanted to say, Fu Su reached out and stopped him.

He turned his head to the waiter in front of him, raised the food in his hand and said.

"How much grain is left in the palace? Take it all out and make it into meals and divide it among the people in the city ..."

He said, he gave the meal in his hand to the hungry waiter.

"You'll eat this bowl first."

The waiter took the bowl swiftly, then lowered his head in a crying voice: "Thank you, Your Majesty."

The waiter retreated, and Fu Su looked out of the hall and said to Li Si aside.

"Madonna, the widow wants to fall."

合 He closed his eyes, his voice was mild: "This world, we can no longer bear the suffering of this war."

"Just, come down ..."