[Group Wearing Song Dynasty] The Glory of the Sky

The timing of Liu Zichou is very delicate.

At this moment, people's hearts began to loosen, and hundreds of people had successfully fled to the other side.

From the Iron Curtain to the starting point of the army, the distance is about 700 meters, and a bloody road was piled up with human lives in the middle.

On the left and right sides, there is a peaceful land, but also a bottomless sea of ​​blood.

People were crowded in front of the road in the middle, and there was no possibility of queuing up, nor did they dare to step on the open space on the left and right sides.

A place without footprints is roughly equal to the sea of ​​death.

General Mao took one last look at Liu Xi, pressed the communicator directly, and ordered the truck convoy to send four cans of industrial waste oil over.

The transport took only 15 minutes and the crane was already in place.

On this side of the Iron Curtain, there are also minefields ranging from 600 meters to 800 meters. The driver has practiced with infrared mirrors many times before the war, and can drive to the safe passage of the minefields through specific hidden marks.

The route is "C" shaped, but spaced wide enough that there are few surprises.

For the sake of safety, the crane driver also brought a headset to listen to the command of the combat center here.

If it wasn't for his status, Yelu Yuanyi would really have left by himself.

But for any small official position, he can find an excuse to slip away.

But now the situation in my own family is really hard to get off.

His father was originally a general of the Liao Kingdom, and he was also a Liao native.But after the Battle of Jinliao, his father surrendered to the Kingdom of Jin and was given the surname Wanyan. Yuan Yi himself started as a guard and worked his way up to Fu Baolang.

After that, Wan Yanliang killed the king and proclaimed himself emperor, and killed hundreds of Wanyan's clan relatives, and ordered all those who were given surnames to change back to their original names.

So he became Yelu Yuanyi again, and in order to show his loyalty, he erased everything related to Wanyan Yuanyi.

In terms of betrayal alone, this is already the second time.

Yelu's family was a joke in the Jin Dynasty, but as long as they can survive, it's okay to be a joke.

He is now the minister of the Ministry of War, and even the chief of the capital of the Shenwu Army. After the transfer of the capital is completed, he will lead the army to cross the river to the south——

Originally on the way here, Yelu Yuanyi was faintly worried. If Yangzhou City could not be captured, the matter of leading the troops to the south would probably be suspended. It is still unknown whether he can lead the troops back.

From the beginning to the end, after the explosion, he dared not go to the front line, and always waited and watched from the northernmost point.

The menacing army came here, but now everyone is like a bereaved dog!

Before Yelu Yuanyi could finish his wild thoughts, there was a sudden exclamation in the distance.

"General—general—look at the sky!"

The lieutenant next to him obviously couldn't hold back, and even had the urge to turn around and run: "What is this in the sky?!"

From above the Iron Curtain, an iron arm protruded out!

How is this done?In such a high place, how could there be a steel beam appearing out of thin air? !

And there are two hooks on the iron arm, and there is a can of something hanging on it!

Before everyone exclaimed and saw what was in the jar, another iron arm stretched out not far away!

It was like the long chopsticks that Kuafu could use, but they hung on the six or seven meter high iron curtain with ease, and began to swing to the left and right!

With the iron hook adjusting the arc left and right, the huge oil tank began to pour, splashing dirty oil with the smell of copper!

This is turbid matter that cannot be reused. It was collected to protect the environment before, and it is not known whether it can be recycled by secondary treatment.

Nowadays, killing these tens of thousands of golden soldiers is more critical than the environment.

"It's oil! It's oil!"

"Get out of the way—go!"

Some people were covered all over their heads and faces, and they couldn't open their mouths the next moment.

The mouth and nose will be covered with this sticky and smelly thing, and it will be extremely difficult to see.

This is a sign of despair.

At this moment, the desperately restrained crowd finally began to disperse, spreading desperately to both sides.

But the more so, the sooner death will come.

Liu Xi glanced at Zhao Qingyu who was standing next to the monitor, and raised his hand to cover his eyes.

But it was too late.

As the first person rushed to the nearby open space, the explosion silently rose on the screen, sparks immediately set fire to a group of people nearby, and began to spread along the direction of the wind at a terrifying speed——

In the display, scarlet flames spread in successive explosions, and the crowd had already been swallowed up by the repeated tar pouring into black ant colonies, and fewer and fewer struggled and ran.

This is a sea of ​​fire, but also a sea of ​​blood.

But all the blood has been reduced to ashes.

Liu Xi's hand was hanging in the air, and the people beside him were silent.

There is no sense of joy in the entire combat center.

Some people even begin to regret that they have received higher education. If they live in ignorance, they will not feel cruel.

"Sapphire." Liu Xi still raised his hand to touch the child's soft hair, and said slowly: "Their lives, from the moment they are forcibly taken to the army, are not theirs."

The boy looked at those on the screen and said, "The people in our army are still alive, right?"

They haven't been burnt into charred corpses yet, have they?

Liu Xi hummed, and said in a low voice: "Besides, if we don't cut the weeds today, they will still come next time. Even if they don't attack Yangzhou, they will kill Jiangyin's people."

If there are 2 people who escape by chance, they will continue to return to the Kingdom of Jin and become part of their 20 army, or even 30 or [-].

They may attack the Song Dynasty first, or they may fight against Mongolia.

In the end, these people's knives will still be aimed at Lin Guo.

A benevolent character is not suitable for this era, nor for any place where the struggle is fierce.

Zhao Qingyu sighed slowly, sat down on the command chair next to her, and took out a USB flash drive.

General Mao next to him was quite familiar with this kid, and because less than half of the surveillance system was written by this kid, he didn't step forward to stop him.

The moment the program is read and run, the system automatically scans the screen to identify and count the number of remaining active people.

Everyone who is still exercising has a small pale white spot on their body, which will disappear automatically after five seconds of stillness.

The number began to decrease at a crazy speed from 18934.

Every time it is a cliff-like fall, every time it is a piece of people, dying in the tar and coals.

"15354"

"14767"

"12901"

"10032"

"7679"

……

Yelu Yuanyi dared not run away.

His father and all his clan members were under Wan Yanliang's control. At this time, he ran away alone, and the whole family was punished with death.

But if you don't leave, you will definitely not be able to survive.

The entire army of the Kingdom of Jin finally became a mess at this moment, and everyone began to run back in a panic, even abandoning the carts, horses, food, grass, and camp, ignoring the stones and thorns on the legs and soles, and using the fastest movement in their lives. Run out at speed.

General Mao looked at the few living people left, and subconsciously asked: "Are you still chasing them?"

"No." Liu Xi signaled Zhao Qingyu to help the data team next to him, and said: "These waste oils are strongly acidic, and the poisonous gas from the burning goes to the north along the wind. But the surface still needs to be cleaned with liquid, and we can contact the Ministry of Chemical Industry people to help."

Before he finished speaking, he turned around and left, his back straightened.

Xin Qiji watched the whole war in the room alone, all cognition and understanding were completely subverted.

Qingyu didn't turn off the monitor when he left, but set the permissions to prevent him from touching the running programs.

But everything in the monitor is like a dream, and every second makes him doubt his life.

If Song State had such terrible strength, if Song State also had such strong technology, wouldn't Mongolia and Jin State have been wiped out long ago?

And all of Linguo's——

Cranes, oil tanks, fire, the Iron Curtain, command from the rear, and zero deaths...

Xin Qiji could even see from the perspective of a sniper, how those scattered golden soldiers who escaped to the inner city wall were shot to death by a few shots.

Everything is unbelievable to the point of mystery.

He was about to go out to talk to Zhao Qingyu, when he got up, he heard the sound of the key being turned.

"Sapphire?" He stepped forward and said, "You just—"

A man in a bear nightgown closed the door expressionlessly, as if he couldn't see him at all, and stepped into the room directly.

In the next second, he lay directly on that bed and fell into a coma-like sleep.

Eight hours in two days is not enough.

During this week, Liu Xi had been worrying about the hearts of the people of the whole country by himself. He had been gradually deprived of sleep since he suddenly learned that the Jin army was going south ten days ago.

Even if he fell asleep in the office, there would be various important matters for him to decide, and no one would dare to let him fall asleep.

Xin Qiji froze on the spot, looking sideways at the bedroom with the door still closed, and the sleeping man on the quilt.

His skin was pale, his brows were slightly furrowed when he was asleep, and his long eyelashes cast a small shadow.

When this man entered the door, his posture was like a white crane.

Although the whole person is an empty frame, it is obvious that he walked the last part of the way back, but his back is still straight, and his slender neck and collarbone are all exposed.

It was probably set off by the pink bear on the nightgown, and even the bare skin could see a faint luster.

Xin Qiji stood there for a long time, the room was so quiet that Liu Xi's breathing could be heard.

He has fallen into a deep sleep.

The young man took a deep breath for a few seconds, but his mind was still blank.

Because he knew that this person was the banner bearer of the war just now, and even the king of this powerful country.

All technology, civilization, wisdom, and the people shining under these lights all surrender to him.

And he was sleeping not far from him, even his white neck was exposed, defenseless like a baby.

Few people can encounter this kind of thing in a lifetime-a glimpse of an emperor who fell asleep after returning home, or the kind that didn't snore.

The door clicked again.

Zhao Qingyu poked her head in, looked up at Xin Qiji who was a little stiff, and then at Liu Xi who was sleeping in a coma in the opposite bedroom, her expression changed subtly.

He clearly misunderstood something.

"I—" Xin Qiji subconsciously waved his hands and explained, "He—"

"It's okay, he'll come back to life after sleeping for three days." Zhao Qingyu yawned and said, "Are you sleepy? Sleep for a while?"

Both he and Xin Qiji slept on their sides, double beds with bunk beds.

There were so many things in Xin Qiji's mind that all the things he wanted to say were blocked in his throat, and he didn't know which one to say first.

He only poured a glass of water for Qingyu, took the child back to lie on his side, and closed the door casually.

"You peeked at my brother Liu sleeping." Zhao Qingyu blinked and said, "A glass of water can't buy me off."

"No...he didn't close the door himself, that's not the point," Xin Qiji took a deep breath and said, "Qingyu, I want to ask you something."

"You guys are from hundreds or thousands of years later, aren't you?"