The clouds to the west burned a piece of red.

The thick smoke swept across people's vision with the wind and drifted to the distance. The human corpses stretched out across the city in various incomplete postures. The war in Juyong County attacked the city wall, opened the city gate, and put the cavalry in. After entering, the resistance was basically over. Occasionally, those who were stubborn were forced to fall from the wall and fell to death. Some of the people who were still alive dropped their weapons and surrendered and arrested them in the corner.

The Heishan cavalry held the weapon and put down the big banner with the word Liu written on it, but the Han flag was not put down and still stuck in its original place, making noises in the wind. The city walls were noisy, and the survivors made cheers and boiling sounds, and some people also collected the property of the dead bodies and the blood-stained armor.

On this side, I staggered past half of the corpse, and the fierce and ferocious aura had disappeared.

The long-handled giant axe was thrown on the hard and slippery ground. Pan Feng took off the cow horn helmet with an arrow inserted, put it on the wall, and then leaned against the wall with difficulty. His face was covered with sweat. He stretched out his hand to hold the arrow that had flesh on the other shoulder, and his fingers were trembling.

Then he gritted his teeth and pulled it out.

"Ah!" The gritted teeth couldn't help but let out a low growl of severe pain. With a throw, the bloody feather arrow was thrown at the feet, and blood gushed out of the wounds on the shoulders.

As a famous general in Jizhou, he had martial arts skills, but he had fought against the Yellow Turban thieves and had never participated in such a siege. Pan Feng spat on the ground with a sad face, and now he has made up for this.

Nearby, when patrolling Heishan cavalry came over and looked at him, Pan Feng quickly restrained his sad expression and returned to his cold and iron-blooded appearance. The eyes there were admiration and kindness, no longer like before, and probably regarded this big guy as his own person in the true sense.

After he left, he returned to his original state, took a deep breath and thought about how to take out the broken arrow on his thigh. For a moment, footsteps came from the side, bowed down, and sat down next to him, leaned the blood-stained spear on the wall, looking at Pan Feng, who was full of aggrieved face.

A hoarse voice rang.

"The arrow is coming, you are hiding... and the general of Jizhou was almost shot into a honeycomb." The person who spoke was just a trick, and he was extremely embarrassed. His hair was scattered on his face, and his leather armor was covered with many wounds, and there were spots of blood.

The big-shouldered and round-waisted body turned his head to look at him, stared at the arrow on his thigh, and raised his uninjured arm: "...Damn, where can you hide? You didn't see that, those archers all aimed at me... Damn... They are so big and easy to shoot..."

"Hahaha...hiss..." Qian Zhao laughed out loud, perhaps pulling the wound, grinning in pain again.

"Besides..." Pan Feng didn't finish his words, but continued: "...I'm just a thick skin and a thick flesh. If you hide, you will be thin and you will die with one arrow... Save one if you save one... You can't see you die." The rough and fat big hands spread out: "Did you think so?"

The laughter stopped, and the figure next to him was silent for a moment, "I've handed over to you brother."

Within the city wall, cavalry galloped on the street, and the sound came from afar: "Liu Yu has been captured and the soldiers hiding in the houses can surrender today. If you miss the opportunity, you will be killed..."

"Liu Youzhou was arrested. We were going to throw it at the beginning..." Pan Feng sighed, and when he was halfway through his words, he suddenly shouted "ah--" with wide eyes, looking at one hand pulling out the broken arrow from his thigh, with bloodshot.

"You just said you thought I was a brother...I'm a sage..."

Soon, someone came over to bandage them the wound.

...

Hearing the sound of knights on the street, many people in the city opened the door. Most of them knew Liu Yu's reputation, because he had reduced many beacons all over Youzhou. When he heard the news of his capture, he walked out of the house, and some even had their eyes red.

A team of cavalry passed through the street, and a young bandit in front of him spanked the old man on the horse's back. Many people cried when they saw this, and some people still couldn't help but shouted: "Please don't kill the governor of the state, he is a good official..." "You kill me, with Liu Youzhou here, there will be fewer people here every year..."

The cavalry ignored the noisy begging for mercy and went straight to the city wall. Then he rudely lifted the old man down and walked up to the wall. The old man, who was already weak, fell down the carriage and walked up the stone steps, shaking his body.

"Evil thief... Listen... Today I am not afraid of death... Even if you kill me, you can't kill these voices. They will tell me the people who came later that you are just a group of cruel bandits!"

Li Ke turned his head and gave the old man a blank look at the verbose old man, and pushed him: "I... have a bad mind and can't understand the principles. Go quickly and go quickly. Aren't you afraid of death? Then, if you rub it, you will die when you go up, the leader's knife is very fast."

"You..." the old man was trembling with anger, and he no longer said a word to this person.

Then he smelled the bloody smell on the city wall. In his sight, there were a large number of people's corpses, and a scarlet piece reflected in his eyes. Liu Yu arched his hands silently to the 'them' and bowed slowly, "These are all good things, they are all dead. I am even more afraid, lead the way."

The injuries were dealt with around, the bodies were carried away, the patrol soldiers, and the people of Juyong County gathered below looked at the city tower. Liu Yu breathed a deep breath, walked to the wall facing the city, and straightened his back beam. After a while, someone came over and stood beside him.

"Is it a pity that Liu Youzhou was talking just now?" The one who spoke in a low voice was Gongsun Zhi who came over.

The old man looked at the setting sun going west, his long white beards gently caressed in the wind, "If you want to kill, you will kill me. I am not afraid of death and do not want to say much."

No sound came over there. Liu Yu turned his head slightly, and a black shadow suffocated. There was a bang in the air. In everyone's sight, the old man was slapped on the wall. Pan Feng was pulled and helped him. He just happened to see this scene and felt a little reluctant.

"It shouldn't be humiliated by an old man like this..."

Behind the wall, he slapped the figure in the face and withdrew his hand: "It hurts... my hand hurts too. Since you have pitied those dead soldiers, why do you still resist? Is it a pity that my people are not human when yours die?"

"Then if you don't come to ruin Youzhou, how could I resist?" Liu Yu seemed to have not taken the slap to heart, and looked at the other person with inquisitive eyes.

"You are the one who ruined Youzhou..." Gongsun Zhi's cloak was raised, and his voice suddenly rose: "That day I brought the fleeing people back from the grassland, but you were worried about destroying the prestige of Xianbei and Wuhuan to force more than a dozen old people to death. Do you know that these old people are at your age, and they leave the chance of life to the young and kill themselves in front of me... In the eyes of my Gongsun Zhi, you, Liu Yu, will never be as good as you."

Liu Yu still straightened his spine and looked at the people below, silent for a while, his lips trembled: "You and your father will only see the slightest part in front of you. I worked hard to manage the border and build the Xianbei and Wuhuan. I thought it was a disaster for raising tigers. You open your eyes wide and see, with less killing, how many people on the border survive and live and work in peace?"

"You are raising a tiger for trouble..." Gongsun Zhi slowly pulled out the scimitar from the scabbard, "...that is the prestige of a person, you are still alive, Xianbei, Wuhuan believes that you are alone, but how old are you? One day you die, the strong foreigners who are raised will continue to stay in that dirty tent? Should the people who are grateful to you be smashed into pieces? By then... how many people will die under the iron hoofs of the foreigners you raised?!"

The voice spread under the city tower, and there was a little sympathy for the old man on the city wall. Pan Feng, Cao Chun and others looked solemn. The people below understood the contents of the words and their expressions were frozen.

Liu Yu's whole body trembled.

"I... did something wrong..."

"Did it wrong!"

Swing the scimitar—

puff!
Chapter completed!