[Group Wearing Song Dynasty] The Glory of the Sky

After ringing gold three times, the scene was still in a stalemate.

It's not that the people in the army can't hear the order to withdraw troops, they can't go down, and they can't go back.

Most of the people had already squeezed under the iron wall, and the ground had already been mixed with blood and mud, making it sticky and smelly.

But the tens of thousands of people are all clustered under the iron wall, not because of the eagerness to attack the city, but because only the base of the wall is free of mines within the thousand kilometers before and after.

They watched helplessly as someone ran back when they heard the sound of Mingjin, stepped on the flat dirt road, and instantly half an arm flew to the nearby ruins.

How to withdraw? !

Although Yelu Yuanyi was drenched in sweat at the moment, but as the night was getting dark, he didn't dare to delay any longer.

As soon as it gets dark, the field of vision will become narrower and narrower. If you retreat at that time, you will not be able to notice even if you are surrounded.

The longer you delay here, the more likely something will happen.

What humans fear most is the unknown.

Cuckoos and owls cooed in the distant mountains and forests, and the crescent moon hung in the sky.

No matter how bright the torch is, the distant view will inevitably become blurred.

The bronze gong was lifted high, and the messenger hit three more times with all his strength, urging the people below to turn back.

And the people hanging or lying on the iron wall kept urging the people below to go back quickly, and even jumped directly onto the crowd below, allowing dozens of people to roll down like wheels in an instant.

Jin Guo's field of vision is getting darker and darker, but in the monitoring screen, thanks to the infrared camera and night vision lens, everything is still as clear as day.

"It's been confirmed." Someone from the military department came over and submitted the report: "There is no reinforcements, and it doesn't seem like a deception. It is really difficult to overcome the Iron Curtain."

Liu Xi stared at the screen and said for a while, "You wait for orders first."

In the picture, two or three landmines were detonated again, and six or seven people were lifted up by the air wave at the same time.

In the distant view, thousands of people clung to the Iron Curtain like ants, and the oncoming wind was like a flood, making it even more difficult for the crumbling people to control their movements.

Some people lost their grip for a moment and staggered and fell headfirst, but they couldn't cause a commotion anymore.

People even feel numb and meaningless about the situation.

The people on the ground piled up into a triangle, like a river converging at the end of a flood plain, instinctively looking for an outlet to the sea.

This is surveillance, not a live broadcast of any entertainment program.

So there are no close-ups, no narration, and no set shots to capture some disgusting detail.

But a few people in the office have already avoided the screen, and couldn't help but go to the bathroom to vomit before returning.

The scene... will only become more tragic.

Liu Xi didn't let the military use more aggressive tactics, not out of humanitarianism, but just to preserve strength.

He knew these people would come back.

The problem is, after they all evacuate, how to solve the scene, and how to deal with the army and government personnel.

Liu Zi had worked as a volunteer before, and also witnessed traffic accidents on the highway.

The bodies of those who died in car accidents on the highway or those who died by jumping from high-altitude buildings cannot be collected.

When the police and firefighters collected the corpses, they used iron shovels to scoop up the mud that had been completely adhered to the ground—hands may not be able to solve the problem, only shovels with sharp edges can be used.

But today's situation is bound to be more difficult to deal with than a series of accidents on the highway.

It will take at least another whole night for these golden soldiers to complete the evacuation, and Yangzhou may become a ghost town for them.

But they were gone, and all the corpses and ruins were left here.

The mayor rubbed his brows with a headache, thinking that he could only send people from the fire department and the military department to help.

If this is in modern times, large-scale psychological crisis intervention must be done, and even he himself needs to be counseled for several hours to ease.

But this was in ancient times, Jiangyin didn't have many psychiatrists at all, and they didn't have the time.

The time for Jin to relocate collectively to Bianjing is getting closer and closer, and stronger military forces will gather here.

In a short period of time, they continued to follow the original plan—cleaning the battlefield, rebuilding the Iron Curtain, and perfecting a new battle plan.

Jiangyin has demolished a useless industrial park, and after transferring a large amount of fuel and boiler assembly lines, it has also collected construction materials and various industrial waste.

Jiangyin is a small town hiding in the south of Yangzhou City. Although it is protected by mountains and rivers next to it, fortifications must be built.

Yangzhou City has a slightly larger urban area, and several waterways must be strictly guarded against sneak attacks, and all entrances and exits must be strictly controlled.

The end of a battle can only represent the beginning of the entire confrontation.

Before Qian Fan left here, he had another private conversation with Liu Xi.

"Have you seen Mongolia and Xixia on the map?" He looked serious, and his words were short and somewhat depressing: "In Song Dynasty today, three wolves are staring at the sheep."

"Jiang Yin's position is right next to the sheep's neck, which is equivalent to guarding against these three enemies, and even Song Guo's backstab."

Liu Xi didn't speak for a while, and let him continue talking.

"I asked Guo Di. In the past few decades, Mongolia's territory has grown larger and larger. It is said that the capital of Jin may not be their opponent. After I leave Yangzhou, you must not take it lightly."

Once Lin Guo meets Jin Bing, it means that Jin Guo will set his eyes on this strange new city sooner or later.

And once the news spreads, just defending this city will require a lot of energy.

There is no time to soothe everyone's wounded hearts, and there are no extra resources and doctors to relieve their over-stretched spirits.

Even the people who changed shifts fell asleep, even if they had nightmares, they couldn't bear to get up.

Liu Xi looked at the lights in the office and the yard in the distance, sighed inaudibly, got up and ordered: "Master Lu and the special division, start deployment and prepare for the clearing of the venue."

"The mechanic followed Old Wu to arrange the next construction method of the Iron Curtain."

"The office continues to investigate the situation - after the troop withdrawal is complete, ask the person in charge to call me without delay."

As soon as he went out, he saw Zhao Qingyu holding a report in his hand.

"Uncle Liu!" Zhao Qingyu shook the printed document in his hand, and raised his voice, "I just checked the network analysis chart, and now there are nearly 1000 people outside the Iron Curtain."

Nearly [-] people died in this disaster.

"Liu Yuanshou," someone hurried over and asked, "The corpse mud and various things must have been crushed on those boxes—should they be directly hung back and restored without cleaning the surface?"

"No need." Liu Xi resolutely said: "Maximum efficiency, don't let me see someone doing something irrelevant."

There are 93 landmines left, the integrity of the Iron Curtain is 30%, and other defensive arrangements are basically undamaged.

Liu Xun walked quickly to the combat center in the courtyard, entered the tent, shook the paper in his hand, and quickly said, "Report the situation, don't talk nonsense."

The general in the tent glanced at the bear pajamas he was wearing, and then, holding back a smile, he began to report the military situation sternly.

Zhao Qingyu stood behind him, and took out a remote control out of nowhere.

"You connect the surveillance video to the J2-F channel."

The staff next to him were a little surprised that a child had sneaked in, but seeing that Liu Xun didn't stop him, he boldly turned around the closed-circuit surveillance screen.

That was actually a drone overhead shot over the garrison.

"It's about to withdraw," said General Mao next to him, "Liu Yuanshou, what should we do next?"

Liu Zi put down the report in his hand and said, "Arson."

what? !

There is no such thing in the plan? !

"Yes—is it after they leave?" General Mao glanced at the people next to him in surprise, and repeated with uncertainty.

"Listen clearly." Liu Xi knocked on the table, without any hesitation on his face: "Throw and spray fuel directly from the height of the Iron Curtain, and pour it all over from east to west."

His voice was cold and unquestionable, obviously it had been brewing for long enough.

"I said yes, now."