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I really don’t want to experience that kind of situation again. That feeling of despair is like a brand imprinted in my heart, and it is unforgettable.

Simultaneously.

As expected, the thousands of fleeing people were surrounded by the soldiers of the Wei Dynasty. Those tall figures trapped them like an invisible cage.

After the tragic experiences they had gone through before, their courage had long been exhausted, and they were unable to even think of resisting.

What's more, in this group of people fleeing in panic, there is no one who can stand up and lead them to survival.

When the pressure from the Wei army came like a tide, their will to resist collapsed in an instant, so they chose to surrender without hesitation, hoping that this would at least save their lives.

"Throw away all your weapons immediately," the leading soldier ordered coldly, "then squat down and put your hands on your head. Don't make any unnecessary movements."

His eyes were sharp and his voice was full of threats.

"Otherwise..." He stopped talking here, but the unspoken threat was obviously more terrifying than any words.

After saying this, he quickly gave a wink to the soldier beside him.

This simple yet meaningful look was accurately captured by the soldier.

The soldier understood immediately without hesitation.

Soon, a chaotic sound of footsteps accompanied by low voices of discussion was heard.

"Bang bang—"

Although the sound this time was much weaker than the previous fierce battle, due to the deep memory left by the previous battle, the noise still frightened many people in the crowd and made them turn pale and tremble all over.

Fear is like invisible fingers, tightly squeezing everyone's heart.

In order to survive, these people who once held weapons threw away their last bit of pride and dignity without hesitation and dropped their weapons as requested by the soldiers.

"Don't kill me! I really don't want to die!"

Someone pleaded in a trembling voice.

"Please spare my life. I'm willing to do anything, just let me go!"

The other person almost fell to his knees and begged.

"I have elderly parents at home who need to be supported, and young children who need to be raised. Please give me a chance to live! I will be very obedient and will do whatever you say. Please~"

There was another person with tears in his eyes begging for hope of life.

"Please, show mercy..."

The surroundings were filled with similar requests, a mixture of various reasons and assurances, but they only resulted in heavier heartbeats in response.

"Everyone, shut up!!"

An officer who was obviously of a high rank shouted angrily. His voice was like thunder, shocking everyone present so much that they dared not say a word.

"When will it be your turn as rebels to speak?"

he questioned.

"No matter who you are, don't make a sound now!"

He then added another sentence to emphasize discipline.

Then, under the leadership of the officer, the soldiers began to move, tying up the captured people one by one with ropes, and arranging them into neat teams to wait for the next instructions.

Take them all back. After all, they are a civilized army, not brutal people, and they will not massacre civilians at will.

We are currently experiencing large-scale construction in various places and a large number of laborers are urgently needed.

Perhaps these people could be involved in helping to repair city walls or cultivate farmland to grow crops. This would save resources and be much more humane and reasonable than directly taking their lives.

After dealing with these matters, the troops quickly advanced along another route with the prisoners.

the other side.

After the team dispersed, there were only more than 140,000 people left.

Everyone felt unprecedented tension and pressure, because this meant that every bit of strength was crucial and there could be no more losses.

They had not walked far before they encountered the terrifying thing again.

Black powder, the air was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder, which was chilling.

This smell stimulated the senses of every soldier, making them instinctively feel panic and uneasiness, but no one dared to retreat because they knew that behind them was everything they swore to protect with their life.

They are still a long way from their destination, and the Wei Dynasty has enough time and patience to exhaust their will and physical strength bit by bit.

This war was, to a large extent, a test of endurance and endurance between the two sides, with each side trying to wear down the other until the last drop of blood was shed.

As time passed, with the concerted efforts and close cooperation of the soldiers, the situation began to slowly change.

Faced with increasingly intense pressure, the enemy was eventually forced to split into three smaller groups in order to better defend themselves.

However, this was exactly what they wanted, giving their own army an opportunity to take advantage.

Not only did they successfully disrupt the enemy's original combat deployment, but they also successfully recruited 10,000 to 20,000 of their troops, increasing their own strength while also reducing the enemy's effective combat power.

Under the constant harassment, the enemy had long lost the confidence to continue the fight. While suffering from tremendous physical fatigue, they were also suffering from unspeakable torment on the mental level.

What is even more fatal is that even in such a predicament, we have to be prepared to deal with a new round of fierce attacks from all directions at any time. We cannot find any opportunity to counterattack, let alone turn the tide.

Some people even began to find ways to show weakness to the enemy, hoping to end this kind of life as soon as possible. Even if they became prisoners, at least they could guarantee a place to lie down and rest temporarily and enjoy a moment of peace.

Currently, the three enemy groups have approximately 50,000, 40,000, and 30,000 people respectively.

Although operating in this way makes each unit relatively flexible and easy to control, it greatly reduces the overall coordination effect and ability to withstand pressure, and it is easy to be eliminated by tactical division and encirclement.

The situation along the way showed the great advantages of this strategy, and the progress was exceptionally smooth.

Whenever the commander saw his companions' faces filled with relaxed and happy expressions, he would smile with satisfaction. Many times, even before the formal battle, some people had already laid down their weapons and expressed their willingness to surrender.

Who would have thought that it would be possible to effectively control a powerful enemy without going through brutal hand-to-hand combat?

Day after day, the group finally arrived at the city wall.

At this time, Zhang Xu and Juan each led their troops to reunite. Compared with the glorious and spectacular situation when they set out on the expedition with full staff, the entire team now has only a pitiful 50,000 people left, which is less than one-third of the manpower.

Everyone along the way has experienced a spiritual baptism like a life-and-death test. Everyone is so tired that they can hardly stand and can't wait to find a safe place to fall asleep.

Judging from the current situation, it is basically impossible to organize an effective defensive offensive unless a miracle happens.

Everyone's body and will have reached their limits, as if they would collectively fall into a coma in the next second, and there was no way they could continue to fight against the Wei Dynasty army that was about to launch the next charge.