Scumbag God, I can see the entry of desire.

That night, Tingzhou City was shrouded in blood and wailing.

The Western Turkic cavalry rode through the streets, their torches dyed the blue bricks a hideous red, and the Tang flags were trampled and broken on the ground.

The white-haired old man was dragged out of the house roughly, the children's cries stopped abruptly when the scimitars were swung down, and the girls were pinned to the ground by the violent Western Turkic soldiers. The desperate cries for help mixed with the wanton and weird laughter covered the whole city like a net soaked in blood and tears.

When another woman was pinned to the ground, her trembling fingers grasping the soil in vain, crying for help, a cold blue light suddenly penetrated the night.

The cavalryman who was committing the violence suddenly froze, a small bloody hole appeared between his eyebrows, and he fell to the ground silently.

Before the others could react, there were several muffled sounds, and three more people collapsed like puppets with their strings cut.

"There is an ambush..." The surviving Western Turkic soldier had not yet finished his words when a column of scarlet blood spurted out of his throat.

The last two cavalrymen swung their scimitars in fear, but they only saw their companions falling one after another, and there was no trace of a single person in the dark.

The night wind blew up a few dead leaves, sweeping over their gradually cooling bodies. Only a faint mechanical hum could be heard in the distance, like an echo from the underworld.

The next second, Lin Lang, in stealth form, appeared on the streets of Tingzhou City with a murderous look on his face, holding an assault rifle equipped with a silencer.

Lin Lang, who possessed extraordinary hearing, was shocked to hear that not far away, a group of Western Turkic soldiers were kicking an old man down under the burning roof beams, lifting up children's swaddling clothes with scimitars and laughing at them wantonly, and the girls' long hair was dragged on the stone road, leaving glaring blood marks.

They divided up the looted food and supplies like vicious wolves, swinging their blades at will to vent their animal desires, and the entire city became a living hell.

"Damn it! All the Western Turkic soldiers in Tingzhou City must die tonight!"

Lin Lang gripped the rifle tightly with his knuckles and rushed forward according to the system prompts. When he saw a pregnant woman being kicked to the ground from a distance, he suddenly pulled the trigger. The muffled sound of the silenced rifle startled the Western Turkic soldiers at the scene and froze in place.

The first cavalryman who fell to the ground had blood spurting out from his brow. Before the others could react, three consecutive bullets had penetrated their throats.

"There are hidden weapons!" The enemy camp roared.

Dozens of elite Western Turkic soldiers quickly drew their bows and arrows, and a dense rain of arrows rushed towards Lin Lang with the sound of breaking through the air.

The arrow hit Lin Lang's body like it hit a steel plate, and fell to the ground with a clang, but did not hurt him at all.

Lin Lang sneered, and the assault rifle spewed out flames, and bullets poured down like a rainstorm, instantly wiping out the enemy.

The roar of battle was like thunder, and the sound of gunfire mixed with screams in Tingzhou City was like the deafening firecrackers during the New Year.

The smoke remaining on Lin Lang's gun made a crisp snap of his fingers.

In an instant, five hundred clones that looked exactly like him emerged from the void, and each clone took out guns and ammunition from the shared portable space.

With the sound of uniform loading of guns, a torrential rain of bullets poured down. A team of Western Turkic soldiers who were rushing over fell in the steel storm of modern firepower like harvested wheat straw.

"Anyone who is not of my clan can be killed!"

At a command from the main body Lin Lang, the five hundred gun-wielding clones dispersed like ghosts in an instant, turning into black figures and disappearing in every corner of Tingzhou City.

They were light and nimble, moving between the broken walls and ruins, and wherever they went, they became a nightmare for the Western Turkic soldiers.

The Western Turkic soldiers who were raping, looting, burning and killing had not yet recovered from the shock when the shadow of death had already enveloped them.

On the street, a group of Western Turkic soldiers attempted to gather strength to fight back.

However, before they could react, two dark shadows suddenly appeared, and dazzling flames burst out from the muzzles of assault rifles.

Dense bullets poured down like raindrops, and the cavalrymen and their horses were riddled with holes. They fell to the ground in an instant, and their blood dyed the bluestone road red.

Deep in the alley, several Western Turkic soldiers were surrounding a trembling old man, ready to kill him.

A figure appeared like a ghost, and the barrel of a silenced rifle was pressed against the temple of the leading soldier.

With a light "bang" sound, the soldier's head exploded instantly, and blood splattered all over his companion's face.

The other soldiers turned around in horror, but only saw the black muzzle of a gun.

Immediately afterwards, gunshots rang out one after another, and before they could even let out a scream, they fell in a pool of blood.

On the city wall, Western Turkic archers were preparing to shoot arrows at the people below.

Suddenly, dozens of clones appeared at the same time. They raised their guns and fired at once, and the bullets accurately pierced the archers' throats.

The enemy archers opened their eyes wide, the bows and arrows in their hands fell powerlessly to the ground, and their bodies fell from the city wall, covered in blood.

For a moment, there was a burst of gunfire in Tingzhou City, and screams, shouts, and the sound of horse hooves were intertwined.

The Western Turkic soldiers fled everywhere, but no matter where they hid, they could not escape the guns of Lin Lang's clones.

They were like lambs to the slaughter, unable to fight back under the crushing pressure of modern firepower.

Lin Lang's clones became braver and braver as the battle went on. They cooperated with each other tacitly, sometimes dispersing to encircle the enemy, and sometimes concentrating their firepower to divide and surround the Western Turkic soldiers and annihilate them one by one.

The entire Tingzhou City seemed to have turned into a huge slaughterhouse.

The bodies of the Western Turkic soldiers were scattered on the streets, and their blood formed streams and flowed along the streets.

The main body, Lin Lang, stood on the top of the city wall, looking down at the one-sided massacre with cold eyes.

A cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were full of contempt and murderous intent.

In his mind, there was only one thought: to make these foreign soldiers who dared to invade the Tang Dynasty pay a heavy price for their atrocities!

Inside the county government office, a sandalwood screen collapsed to the ground, and the county magistrate's body lay in the mess, his blood already coagulating into a dark brown color.

Ashina Helu's eyes were bloodshot as he roughly tore off the woman's skirt. The room was filled with the disgusting smell of alcohol and blood.

"Khan! This is terrible!" A blood-soaked Western Turkic soldier smashed open the carved wooden door and fell to his knees. "Hundreds of demonic killers suddenly appeared in Tingzhou City! Our brothers can't stop them!"

The gilded wine cup shattered on the blue brick with a "crack".

Ashina Helu turned abruptly, the scimitar at his waist half-unsheathed, the blade reflecting his distorted face: "What kind of demon? It's nothing but the remnants of the Tang Dynasty's defeated army!"

Before he could finish his words, another soldier stumbled over with a bullet wound in his shoulder, bleeding profusely. He reported the pain in his heart.

"Khan, this mysterious group of people are invulnerable to swords and guns. They are holding a weapon that has never been seen before and can fire hidden weapons. They kill anyone they see! Our soldiers are being slaughtered."

Ashina Helu's pupils suddenly contracted, and veins bulged on his fingers that were clutching the woman's hair.

He kicked the limp woman away, stepped on the county magistrate's corpse and strode to the sand table. He grabbed the token and slammed it on the table: "Pass my order! Gather all the elite troops to launch revenge and massacre the city..."

As soon as he finished speaking, a faint blue flame suddenly penetrated the carved window lattice.

Amid the whistling sound of bullets tearing through the air, before Ashina Helu could react, a scarlet blood flower bloomed between his eyebrows.

Warm blood splattered on the battle flag behind him, and his huge body fell straight down, landing heavily on the cracked sand table.

The two Western Turkic soldiers who reported the news were stunned, their Adam's apples trembling.

One of them had just let out a broken whimper when the second bullet pierced his throat and blood gushed out like a fountain.

The other man stumbled back, knocking over the bronze candlestick with his back, and the flame went out in his trembling pupils.

A faint sound of machinery turning was heard in the darkness. The third bullet accurately pierced his temple. Warm blood flowed along the cold blue bricks and gathered into a small pool of blood beside the corpse.

The night was as silent as before, with only the fierce gunfire in the distance still echoing.

Lin Lang's figure emerged from the shadows. He casually wiped the smoke off his silenced rifle, a cold arc appearing at the corner of his mouth.

Behind him, the screams coming from outside the county government office were like a dirge for the invaders.

The night sky of Tingzhou City was torn into pieces by gunfire.

The people had no idea what was happening and were all so scared that they hid themselves away. They huddled in the woodshed and cellar, not even daring to breathe heavily.

The woman covered her child's mouth tremblingly, the old man wiped his tears and prayed silently, and the whole city was like an isolated island soaked in fear, tottering in the blood-red tide.

When the morning light pierced through the clouds, the noise was finally replaced by dead silence.

The brave blacksmith Wang Er was the first to push open half of the door. The slight sound of the iron rings colliding startled a flock of crows in the empty streets.

He was moving along the wall when he was suddenly tripped by something. Looking down, he saw the corpse of a Western Turkic soldier with his eyes open. Blood was still oozing from the bullet hole in his throat.

"Oh..."

The bodies of Western Turkic soldiers were scattered all over the streets. The strong smell of blood made the blacksmith Wang Er vomit with a cry of "Wow" and he leaned against the wall.

All the Western Turkic soldiers in the city were slaughtered overnight, and the news spread like wildfire.

More and more people were cautiously pouring out of their homes, holding kitchen knives and brooms.

When they saw the piles of alien corpses on the streets and the pools of solidified blood winding like rivers between the bluestone slabs, exclamations, sobs, and disbelieving discussions suddenly exploded.

Some people knelt down to thank the heaven, some people hugged each other and cried in celebration, tears mixed with dust, forming winding grooves on their faces.

At this moment, the sound of a horn suddenly resounded through the sky.

Everyone looked up and saw beacon fires burning on the city wall.

The people in the city rushed to the foot of the city wall and looked up to see Lin Lang wearing the golden armor bestowed by the emperor, fluttering in the breeze and holding the Tang flag that was shining in the morning sun.

In the eyes of the people of Tingzhou City, Lin Lang was like a god descending from heaven. He drew the imperial sword from his waist, raised his hand and waved his arm, his voice like a loud bell.

"People of the Tang Dynasty, listen to my orders!"

"I am Lin Lang, Emperor of Shanghai, and sworn brother of Emperor Li Zhi of the Tang Dynasty. This sword, bestowed upon me by His Majesty, serves as a token of my loyalty. I have been sent on an expedition to suppress the rebellion of the Western Turkic army by my brother's order."

"The Western Turkic bandits invaded our territory and killed our compatriots. Now we must pay with blood! Anyone who invades the Tang Dynasty will be punished, no matter how far away! I came to Tingzhou to help. Last night, all the bandits in the city were slaughtered. From now on, you can just live your life in peace!"

The sword in Lin Lang's hand drew a sharp arc of light, and the sonorous and powerful declaration rekindled the hope of survival in the eyes of the people of Tingzhou whose city was destroyed and their homes were ruined.

Cheers suddenly broke out, and the people threw up the farm tools in their hands. Some took off their headscarves and waved them. They all knelt down and kowtowed, repeatedly kowtowing to Lin Lang on the city wall to express their gratitude.

The morning sun stretched Lin Lang's figure very long, like an immortal monument guarding the territory, standing forever on the top of Tingzhou City.

The history books of the Tang Dynasty also left a strong mark for the emperor Lin Lang of the Hushang Kingdom, which brought future historians and archaeologists an unsolved mystery of the ancient Hushang Kingdom ruins that could not be verified.