The nights in Xicheng are no longer so nostalgic. Looking at the sky as before, the stars are still the same stars, and the moon is still the same moon. But in the past half month, I have seen too many separations of life and death, and Zhou Xun's heart has become numb. The soldiers guarding the city have changed one after another. The only thing he can do is to let these new recruits live one more day.

These new recruits are all children of poor families. Some people heard that they could stutter and eat when defending the city, so they came to the city tower to help. But Zhou Xun's opinion, these people are making their lives for themselves. If they really can't defend, these people will have to die.

Every noon, Zhou Xun would stay at the recruiting station at the city gate for a while, because the people below brought too many boy soldiers during this period, and many of them were less than half of the guns. He was very suspicious of the kids' secretly tampered with them. When he first walked away from the recruiting station, he was also shocked. There was only a three-legged table there. There was always a person who would squat down to please the recruiting officer and caress the broken corner of the table, so that the table that was ready to fall in full swing at any time would maintain an unstoppable balance.

It seemed that the recruiting officer Xu Yong had quite a lot of power. As long as he shouted in his hoarse voice, "Line in line", the group of people would whirlwind, and from the piles that were originally gathered together to ask questions, they consciously lined up in a straight line. Xu Yong took out a broken account book from his worn-out underwear, and just picked up the charcoal next to him as a pen, and began to concentrate on recording the relevant resumes of people.

"What did you do before?"

"I used to help Mr. Li farming, and I had a little strength to work." After saying this, the half-aged child, who pretended to be old, showed his arms as thick as a sling, hoping to pass Xu Yong's approval.

"Is there anyone else at home?" Xu Yong asked softly.

"There is no one anymore, I ran in alone, my parents, sister and others..." This seemed to remind the half-aged child of some past he didn't want to recall. His expression turned from his initial calm to anger, which made Xu Yong smile.

"You have passed, go there to get your weapons, have a meal every day, learn the ability to save your life as soon as possible. I don't want you to be like them, like me, get rid of your name from my booklet. Boy, live well, and be revenge only when you live." The booklet in Xu Yong's hand is like a booklet of life and death, which controls the power of life and death of these people. As an experienced soldier, he knows that hatred can explode people's infinite potential, and now waves of people are in his booklet

After being cut off, he was hungry and had no room for choice. This quagmire-like war continued, and more and more soldiers were never returned. If he did not continue, he would have crossed his name from the book of life and death in the underworld. In order to earn his life, he had to perform his duties so that this precarious Xicheng could be broken by day. He always had a slight fantasy in his heart. Maybe as long as today passed, the reinforcements from the Wei Dynasty would come.

Zhou Xun, who had stood in the corner of the wall for a long time, wanted to do it. A delicate jade hand grabbed the corner of his clothes. When he subconsciously prepared to pull out the long knife around his waist, a fragrant and wet fragrant palm had already stroked his black face, gently wiping the remaining blood stains and stains on his face. I don’t know whether it was moved or sad, tears had already appeared.

"Why are you here? Go back quickly, it's very dangerous here. Maybe the Westerners will start to throw huge rocks again." Looking at the beauty with pear blossoms in her eyes, Zhou Xun, who was originally calm, showed a long-lost concern.

"Thank you for your concern. It is a great honor for me to remember and remember. The beautiful woman is a great honor for me." The originally beautiful man actually burst into tears and laughed. He was filled with joy for the care that was so masculine that he was just now.

How long before the incident was born, Zhou Xun could not remember it at all. Zhou Xun only remembered the last time he hangs in "Ruyan Pavilion". He still called the sister who often flipped the cards. When he asked why Xiao Taohong had not left Xicheng, the little Taohong asked him why he wanted to escape? Isn't he, Lord Zhou Xun, defending here? What else can she worry about?

Zhou Xun was very grateful for her trust in herself, perhaps because she had no confidence in her future, or maybe because she was drunk that night, and said a lot of heartfelt words to Xiao Taohong, who had originally admired Zhou Xun, was deeply moved.

As a well-known envoy of Xicheng Thousand Households, his soldiers slaughtered thousands of green forest heroes in Feihu Village without bloodshed, making him almost a household name in Xicheng. He had already secretly developed feelings for Xiao Taohong, who had liked heroes since childhood. If it weren't for the embarrassing identity of Yao Jie'er, she would have attacked Zhou Xun without hesitation.

God just gave her such an opportunity. When the heroes and heroes of the famous Xicheng were surrounded by others and led into the "Ruyan Pavilion", Xiao Taohong's heart was about to pop out. When she saw his heroic face and powerful body, the little woman's face was already blushing.

When the madam shouted that she would pour wine for Zhou Xun, her head was buzzing constantly. She couldn't remember how she walked in front of Zhou Xun. After that, she naturally did something stupid that the madam cursed. She couldn't control her trembling little hands and was so excited that she accidentally spilled the wine on Zhou Xun's robe.

The angry madam shook her hand and waved her hand. When she was waiting for this severe punishment, a scene that she could never forget in her life happened. Zhou Xun grabbed the madam's madam's fat hand and said nothing, "It was me who accidentally sprinkled wine, it's not the girl's business."

The little peach red face turned red. The story of hero saving beauty that was originally found in the story was born on her. Looking at Zhou Xun who was unwilling to mind, she felt happy. That night, she was particularly attentive to Zhou Xun, and Zhou Xun seemed to feel the enthusiasm radiated from her body. The two were like a couple in love. Until late at night, Zhou Xun left her reluctantly.

Since then, Zhou Xun only lets her accompany him every time he comes, and only this woman can truly satisfy him physically and mentally. This is incomparable to the one-wife and one concubine in the family. Perhaps it is just like the saying, "Wife is not as good as a concubine, and a concubine is not as good as a steal." He enjoys the feeling he feels like now.

Zhou Xun may have had a true love. The night before the war with the Westerners in Xicheng, he said to Xiao Taohong: "When I drive the Westerners away, you should be my wife."

Little Taohong waited day and night, and finally waited from the mouth of the person who had completely entrust her heart and body to her, and she had already nodded like pounding garlic and threw herself into the broad embrace of her lover.

"With the chance, I hope we can have a son and half a daughter, so that we will not be able to break the incense of Zhou's veins when we come to me." Zhou Xun told his only regret in Xiao Taohong's ears. The wife and concubine in the family have not been able to help the Zhou family inherit the family lineage to this day. The subsequent incense has made him feel a little regretful when his life and death are uncertain.

Little Taohong was like a ball of fire and was already hard to control her feelings. Zhou Xun's drunken arms fully released the passion that belonged only to the two. Wine was the best aphrodisiac. That night, Zhou Xun tried his best to bring the two to the peak of happiness. Until Zhou Xun left, Little Taohong, who had already fallen asleep, still had a bright smile like peach blossoms on her face.

After that night, Xiao Taohong was always cautious and basically never left the house this month. Zhou Xun had already used a large sum of money to help Xiao Taohong redeem her body. He hoped that this woman he loved would live with dignity, and the madam was even offering her a Bodhisattva to give her some unnecessary troubles these days.

As the war progressed, every time she watched the flesh-and-blooded men be carried away from the window of the attic, she felt very nervous, hoping that the hero in her heart would stay safe. In order to pray for God's blessing, Xiao Taohong has been eating vegetarian food and chanting Buddha's name recently, and chanting scriptures and praying devoutly. It seemed that God was moved. Zhou Xun actually escaped danger several times like a magical way and lived a life until now.

When I saw the familiar back in the corner of the city wall again, Xiao Taohong saw Zhou Xun, who was tired, put the fragrant parsley with her in the pottery basin filled with clear water next to her, and tiptoed to walk up.

When Xiao Taohong was about to share her joy with her lover, a huge rock fell from the sky and directly hit the foot-up person under the three-legged table who had no time to escape. For a moment, blood and flesh were flying everywhere. The person who was still queuing there just now was frightened by the blood mist and was about to dissipate. Xu Yong said calmly: "I play this little pediatrics as a ball. If you are a man, continue to line up for me. If you don't have this courage, don't come to join the army to fight. Come here to eat and wait for death. Grandpa, I don't welcome you here, so I'll give up that idea as soon as possible."

Those people may have been infected by Xu Yong's courage. The originally panicked crowd suddenly became quiet. They were completely surprised by the fact that they had the account book covered in flesh and blood, and used the stone just now as a table to impress Xu Yong's courage. For a moment, Xu Yong continued to select all kinds of people who came to join the army, and selected good men who could not fear death and threw themselves into the Shura battlefield on the city.

Zhou Xun's suspicion of Xu Yong's abuse of power had long disappeared. If the battle was over, this person would be a talented person. Looking at the skinny and malnourished boys, Zhou Xun shook his head helplessly.

A close-knit household promoted by Zhou Xun, Xiao Taohong, who had already attracted tears to her eyes, hurriedly walked towards the safest "Ruyan Pavilion" in Xicheng. The moment Zhou Xun fell, Xiao Taohong found that Xiao Taohong was fine. She glanced at her and hurriedly headed towards the city. Before he could feel the words Xiao Taohong had to say, he was once again involved in the endless killing on the city. Perhaps he was moved by the gentle reunion just now, and the strength of waving the knife in his hand became even stronger.

The thin young man who had just recruited the city was impeached by this formation at first. Looking at the Westerners who were climbing up from under the city walls, he held the spear in his hand and stabbed the body of the Westerners who had flesh and blood like himself. When the spear penetrated the body of the Westerners, he actually felt inexplicably happy. After that, his hand holding the spear became tighter, and the force of the spear was getting bigger and bigger. In this way, he was like a veteran.

He was also involved in the torrent of fierce fighting. The only thing he needed to do was to wave the weapons in his hand, and while protecting himself, let these Westerners' lives go to the underworld and make these people frightened. When the Westerners under the city wall ran away with their tails, he smiled happily, looking at a recruit who came up from the stairs, he picked up a spear on the ground, threw it over, and said in a sophisticated manner: "Boy, live well, only by living can you take revenge."

Yes, it only takes a real battle, and a new recruit can become a qualified city guard. No matter what his identity was before, here, only the strong can survive, and only by living well can one truly become a strong person. This battle between the two sides is still going on, while the people who are protected by them in the back of the city are doing despicable things.

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The streets were miserable and bleak, and occasionally you could hear sounds like ghosts and howls. A few beggars on the street had already been fighting for a rotten steamed bun. As the only food that could survive, everyone tried their best to make a living. The person behind picked up a piece of wood on the ground and knocked on the vicious person who was rushing to the steamed buns first.

Before the man could taste the food he had obtained, he fainted immediately. When he woke up again, he was already waiting for Mengpo soup. It would be better to be reincarnated again if he lived in such a frustrated manner. When he came to the King of Hell to report, what would be waiting for him would be the torture of the eighteen levels of hell. When a person was alive, since he had done so many evil things, he should repay it here.

The little beggar on the street silently watched the vicious people's every move, looking calm and uneasy, and was not concerned about his own affairs. He also showed a smile on his face to the man who had just fallen to the ground. Every time the food Erbao brought to him was stolen by the man just now, and he didn't even have any trash left.

He now misses the days when there are big beggars. Only he really cares about himself. But these days, he doesn't know where he has gone. The only person he cares about in this world is left. The little beggar only hopes that he is still alive, just like he lives like now. Even if he is hungry, isn't there hope as long as he lives?

When the beggars finally finished the beggars, the steamed buns were already covered with blood. Looking at the people putting the bloody steamed buns into their mouths, the little beggar's stomach began to surging. Unfortunately, there was nothing to vomit in his stomach, and he only spit out a mouthful of sour water.

This is the most true portrayal of Xicheng today. When people are alive, their hearts are gone, hunger is everywhere, and little ghosts are rampant. Kind people endure the pain and torture of life, guard the bottom line of life, and wait for the day when the light comes. Only this unhooked God knows whether they can wait for this day.
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