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"Ah! My hand!"

"it hurts!"

"help me!"

……

A series of vibrations were heard in the refugee army's camp.

A migrant soldier was awakened from his deep sleep by the loud noise, which seemed to hit him in the heart.

He felt a sudden rush of fear and quickly left the tent, looking for the source of the loud noise step by step.

I never expected to see an unforgettable scene before my death.

In front of him, there were many corpses lying on the ground.

Most of these bodies were blown into pieces.

There were also many dying migrant soldiers lying on the ground, blood flowing from their bodies, and large patches of mud and bones exposed on their arms and legs.

The refugee could hear constant groaning sounds.

"My head, am I going to die?"

"My body hurts so much, someone come and save me, I don't want to die."

"My hand... My hand is broken. It hurts so much..."

……

The sound of the explosion drowned out the cries of pain. All of a sudden, more and more blood gushed out. Countless militiamen were injured by the explosives and lay on the ground waiting to die.

The migrant soldier who came out to check was trembling. He looked at the corpses and wounded on the ground with fear:

"It's divine punishment... This is the thunderbolt sent down by divine punishment..."

He repeated a few words, and only "heavenly thunder" and "divine punishment" remained in his muttering.

A flame danced on An Yin's fingertips.

Her eyes fell on the wandering militiaman.

Not a trace of hesitation.

In an instant, the flame spread to the explosive packs that had been buried earlier.

Her eyes reflected fire and blood.

Hidden within the explosives is a fire technique that can cause widespread damage.

Explosions sounded one after another at the moment the flames jumped, and all the militiamen in the camp were affected by the explosives.

Limbs and heads fell all over the ground.

And the militiaman also died in the explosion.

"what happened!"

Zhu Wei was startled by the noise of the explosives. He went out of the tent to check the situation and saw thick smoke produced by the ignition of gunpowder and a fresh body.

The migrant soldiers not far away were at the center of the explosion. After a loud bang, their bodies that were blown into two pieces flew in front of Zhu Wei.

Or maybe the soldier had just been injured by explosives and his arm was half broken off.

Since the body had not yet died from excessive blood loss, a black eye remained on its bloody face.

Those eyes were full of pain, and against the backdrop of the firelight, they stared straight at Zhu Wei, like a ghost.

Zhu Wei's legs went weak and he couldn't help but retching at the sight of this tragic scene.

"Protect... Protect me..."

The next second his voice stopped abruptly.

Shen Moyan looked at the fire in the distance tenderly, and the domineering golden spiritual energy condensed into a sword.

Shen Moyan looked at the people who had witnessed him killing Zhu Wei, and before they could call for help, he took another breath.

They all died under his sword.

If a cultivator in the world of cultivation saw the spiritual energy of the Nascent Soul stage, he would be shocked.

The technique of transforming spiritual energy into objects, especially into a sword, is a very test of the resonance between the sword cultivator and the sword. Some people are still unable to transform spiritual energy into objects even after reaching the Mahayana stage.

Moreover, it is in a world with thin spiritual energy.

Shen Moyan smiled gently, and the solid sword dispersed again.

He saw that the roars were getting louder and louder.

Presumably An Yin had succeeded by now, so Shen Moyan left.

When Shen Moyan came to discuss surrender, Mu Qing asked An Yin to go back and forth several times to place explosives in the refugee camp.

It was dark and there were cover to help hide it, so An Yin quickly carried the explosives in.

It is not an exaggeration to say that explosives, a weapon with such powerful destructive power, are like thunder from the sky to the migrant soldiers who have never seen such power.

Their fear of unknown harm far exceeded Mu Qing's expectations. These migrant soldiers suffered deep psychological trauma after being injured by explosives.

Anyone who sees the debris and body parts blown into the air and faces the large-scale violence and bloody scenes will be terrified.

Not to mention the strong impact and roar caused by the explosion.

In the face of heavy firepower, all carbon-based creatures are equal, and all fear stems simply from insufficient firepower.

At the same time, the people of Guangsha, who were not in the same place as the militia, also heard the noise.

They haven't realized what happened yet.

Ji Jing and dozens of other young men stood out from the crowd and shouted in the crowd:

"The silver-armored soldiers from Anping are here to rescue us. The noise was made by the silver-armored soldiers. Let's run while there is chaos. We will be safe once we reach Anping."

The people who were resting there all reacted to the shouts of Ji Jing and dozens of other teenagers.

In the face of life and death threats, people always have unlimited potential.

When Ji Jing shouted, someone ran towards Anping, and the others followed.

Whether they are young or old, they can walk here because there is nothing serious wrong with their legs and feet.

When the migrant soldiers selected the civilians to lead them to attack the city, they specifically picked those who could walk.

When these 10,000 Guangsha residents heard that they still had hope of survival, they burst into infinite energy and, under the guidance of Ji Jing, gradually ran towards the city wall of Anping.

And Ji Jing's words were not groundless.

He knew that it was the people of Anping who made the noise. Although he was afraid, he still stood up firmly and successfully persuaded the people around him to go to Anping.

Just because before nightfall today, Ji Jing saw again the young man who distributed clothes and armor to him at the city gate that day.

Maybe a girl.

There was less mud on the girl's face and she was no longer dirty, but Ji Jing still recognized An Yin at a glance.

An Yin found Ji Jing and not only told Ji Jing that Anping would send troops to rescue the people, but also told Ji Jing about the future plans.

She told Ji Jing that if he heard a loud noise, he should stand up and tell the people of Guangsha to run to Anping, and told Ji Jing to do as she said if he wanted to survive.

Ji Jing agreed to An Yin without any hesitation.

He believed An Yin, who distributed the clothes and armor to them. Since she said An Ping would come to save them, he believed her.

Ji Jing united dozens of trustworthy young people.

So when the explosion sounded, they stood up.

This is their only chance of survival.

All the people in Guangsha did not dare to stop for a moment and ran towards Anping with all their strength.

The refugee army was in chaos. Many refugee soldiers noticed the situation of the civilians and saw them running towards Anping.

Even though they knew that there were silver-armored soldiers in Anping, the tragic scene they saw now was worse than the punishment from heavenly thunder.

They would rather die by the sword of the silver-armored soldiers.

What's more, there are so many people. If the Anping city gate is opened to welcome these people in, maybe they can sneak into the city together.

So these refugee soldiers followed the people of Guangsha and ran towards the Anping city wall.

Zhu Wei led 100,000 soldiers. Although he died, there were still two other deputy generals and other strong generals among this group of migrant soldiers who could take over the position of general at any time.