I was almost eaten at the beginning, luckily I was able to transfer the negative status

Faced with the mad refugees like a tide, the five or six hundred garrison troops in Pingyang City were simply like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, no matter how sophisticated their weapons and defenses were.

Under the fearless attack of the refugees.

The garrison composed only of mortals would be as powerless as duckweed, and the lethality they could inflict would not cause much casualties to the refugee group.

Nor can we allow refugees to develop a fear of them that would prevent them from resisting for a long time.

And when faced with such a situation.

The situation will be completely different with the presence of Zhou Heng and others.

With their current strength, they will not be able to wipe out the surging refugee tide that may eventually number tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands.

But, Zhou Heng didn't say anything. Jiang Yan and the other five had been recruits for so long that they had already mastered the martial arts they had chosen at the beginning.

With the power of martial arts, after they use up all their energy, they can at least kill hundreds of mortals in a short period of time.

In a short period of time, hundreds or even thousands of people would fall down as quickly as wheat being cut. Such a scene was extremely shocking and was enough to arouse the fear in the hearts of those crazy refugees, making them calm down again and not dare to cause chaos again.

In this way, Pingyang City can be preserved.

Think of this.

Zhou Heng couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart at the cruelty of Magistrate Luo, whom he had never met before.

For the sake of their own safety, the high-ranking officials do not care about the life and death of the lower-class people at all. If the lower-class people dare to rebel, they will use cruel means to suppress them.

Especially when the two sides have an unequal amount of military power, the lower-class people have no chance of turning things around.

"This world is so horribly depressing!"

Zhou Heng was filled with emotion.

At the same time, he was even more puzzled by a long-standing doubt in his heart.

Logically speaking, in a society like this, ways like joining the army and learning martial arts that can easily change one's class should be completely inaccessible to ordinary people.

However, not to mention other armies, just the Qingliang Army, although the test for recruiting new soldiers in the Qingliang Army is quite difficult, it does not restrict the identity and status of the participants at all. Even refugees who are like beggars have the possibility of being successfully recruited.

This is indeed strange.

There is a very reasonable saying on earth: when something that seems to have great benefits and even ordinary people can participate in it at will, then this thing must be hiding a big pit that is enough to drain the participants and destroy their families.

Even a society like Earth that seems to maintain fairness on the surface is so cannibalistic. How could a feudal society with layers of oppression like the current Daqing Empire allow common people to easily cross classes?

"Hiss... The more I think about it, the more I feel like there's a big problem hidden in this world...

It seems that I have to practice harder.

As long as I have enough strength, no matter what conspiracy or scheme I encounter, I can break it with my own strength!"

While thinking.

Zhou Heng had already followed Jiang Yan and others through the dense crowd of refugees who gathered like mourners and arrived at the gate of Pingyang City.

"We are the support team sent by the Qingliang Army. Open the door quickly."

Jiang Yan shouted loudly to the soldiers patrolling on the city wall. His voice was as loud as a bell, making the heads of the surrounding refugees and soldiers on the city wall buzz.

soon.

A large man, clearly dressed like the commander of the patrolling soldiers, poked his head out from the city wall and shouted at the bottom:

"Excuse me, my lords, but the prefect has ordered that the city gates be under martial law and must not be opened lightly.

Could you please show us your military rank insignia so we can confirm your identities?"

"Row."

Regarding the soldier general's request.

Jiang Yan did not refuse. After agreeing, he took out the official title token and showed it upwards.

Seeing this, Zhou Heng and the other four also took out their official title tokens.

The style of the Qingliang Army's official title token is extremely simple. The front is engraved with the character "七" (Seven), representing the seventh rank, and the back is engraved with five large characters "Qingliang Mountain Defenders" (Qingliang Mountain Defenders), representing the army to which it belongs.

Such a token, which requires no technical skills at all, can be easily forged by any blacksmith.

However, as Daqing officials, identifying the authenticity of the official title token is not just based on the appearance of the token, but using one's own official title token as an anchor point to sense the strength of the national fortune on the other party's token.

As long as the country's fortune supports it, the other party's official title token will be real.

The soldier general on the city wall also holds the rank of seventh grade, and this method can be used to judge him.

After confirming the identities of Zhou Heng and others.

He immediately shouted an order:

"Open... the... city... gate..."

crunch...

Instant time.

The heavy gate of Pingyang City made a loud and tooth-grinding sound.

At the same time, after hearing the sound of the city gate opening, the group of civilians outside the city suddenly had their eyes shining like a cat seeing a mouse. They all looked towards the city gate and moved their bodies slightly, as if they were about to rush forward.

See this situation.

The soldier commander on the city wall hurriedly shouted to Zhou Heng and others: "My lords, enter the city quickly!"

At the same time, under the general's arrangement, the patrolling soldiers on the city wall stopped and pounded the spears in their hands, and shouted in unison at the refugees outside the city who wanted to gather.

Faced with such a serious situation.

Jiang Yan smiled as usual. He did not follow the general's urging, but turned to look at the group of refugees.

Seeing the big shot who could make Pingyang City open the gates to welcome him turn around.

The refugees thought that the other party felt sorry for their suffering and wanted to rescue them.

As a result, hope began to shine in the eyes of many refugees, and they slowly approached the city gate with excitement that could no longer be concealed.

Just when Zhou Heng and others were puzzled as to why Jiang Yan turned around.

He suddenly drew out his weapon, which was a ghost-head knife about three feet long and a palm wide. The entire knife was scarlet as blood. After it was unsheathed, a strange aura that was both hot and cold emerged.

Followed by.

Under everyone's gaze.

Jiang Yan raised the ghost-head sword, his eyes widened, and slashed forward fiercely.

In an instant, a blade light wrapped in faint blue flames appeared out of nowhere. The blade light was a hundred meters long, and it exuded an aura that was both hot and cold.

The blade slashed down, and a narrow crack as deep as a palm appeared in the ground a hundred meters away.

Some refugees who happened to be within the range of the sword light were instantly turned into two pieces of corpses. The cross-section of the corpses seemed to have been burned by fire, forming hideous scars, and a layer of enchanting blood-colored ice crystals condensed on the scars.

"roll!!"

After cutting off the blade, Jiang Yan's face was frosty, his eyes were terrifyingly cold, and he let out another roar that resounded through the sky.

His roar was like thunder, and some refugees who were closer to him were shocked and bled from all seven orifices as if they were punished by heaven.