Chapter 79: Shura Hell Unifies Wan City
The city wall, stretching over 10 kilometers long, is like a long snake array, with a protruding part every 500-600 meters, like an independent fortress, but connected to the city wall. This is called a "horse face", which is empty inside and used for storing troops and military supplies. Siege warfare is a war of attrition, so the design of the horse face is very reasonable.
Liangshan once had an archaeologist girlfriend, and the homework he reviewed before pursuing her floated back into his mind.
This era is after the Three Kingdoms and is the Wu Dynasty of Eastern and Western, which is different from before, so Liangshan didn't carefully ponder the trajectory of historical development.
Tongwan City is a very distant memory symbol, Liangshan had a deep impression before, now it's hot and in front of me.
Right in the middle, as well as on the east and west sides of the city, there are five-storeyed overhanging corner towers, even bigger than a horse's face, standing tall like giants, gazing down at the tiny creatures below.
Tongwan City was built by Ali Xian, a powerful minister of the Hephthalite Empire. Ali Xian supervised 100,000 workers to build the city wall, and anyone who failed to meet the required height would be killed, as well as those who killed them. The construction took six years, resulting in the deaths of 40,000 people, and Tongwan City became a formidable stronghold under heaven, with its earth walls stained red.
Liáng Shān was unaware that his newly recruited younger brother Qín Láng was actually a migrant worker who had escaped from here years ago.
From afar, I saw the three big characters "Tongwan City" on the city wall, which were Chinese characters. Below them were only Xiongnu script. Unifying the world, all nations come to pay homage. This momentum is truly unmatched.
This is the most justified first-class pass in the world.
This is another desolate place, with strong winds blowing and the Undetermined River making a whimpering sound like that of a child.
The city was open, but the remnants of war still lingered everywhere, with wisps of smoke drifting through the air, cutting across people's lines of sight and merging into a vast expanse. Outside the city walls, many soldiers from the Da Xia and Northern Wei kingdoms lay dead, their bodies frozen in the poses they had struck in their final moments of battle.
Some were tightly embracing each other, biting and tearing at one another; some had countless arrows stuck in their bodies, with limbs scattered everywhere, and the air was filled with a foul stench, while the mud was no longer crimson but pitch black.
The Northern Wei soldiers were divided into many small teams, busy clearing the corpses. The bodies of Daxia and Northern Wei were separated into two piles, and two raging fires were lit at the foot of the city wall. A disheveled witch held a cow fan with bells and shook it, dancing to an eerie drumbeat.
The great war has apparently just ended.
Liáng Shān's heart skipped a beat as Tǒng Wàn City was captured by the Northern Wei Emperor Tuòbá Jiǎo's personally led army!
Liáng Shān glanced at Tuòbá Qiū Róng and saw that her eyes were shining brightly, this woman was actually excited, indeed a war maniac.
Liáng Shān was the first time I saw an ancient bloody battlefield up close.
This is not a film base, it's not tomato sauce splattered everywhere, but rather the real and nauseating stench that permeates everything. The corpses already have white maggots crawling on them, an outer sect disciple has started vomiting, and even Elder Jin's face has turned pale, his eyes narrowing as if he dare not look.
If Liangshan hadn't cultivated the "Baigu Jing", he would also be one of those who vomit, and he would have a clear understanding of the various changes in the human body after death.
Inner disciples and quasi-saint sons and daughters, Yangming Saint Son had a calm and collected expression. It was also true that they were at least over 200 years old, what scene hadn't they seen before?
"Taotao Qiurong!" The Saintly Son of Yangming called out.
"Yes!" replied Tuoba Qiurong.
"Lead the way!"
Tuoba Qiurong urged her horse forward with a spirited and refreshing demeanor, her legs tightly gripping the saddle.
Soon, Liangshan saw the robust soldiers in front of him pushing mountains and jade-like towards Tuoba Autumn, suddenly kneeling down, causing a burst of mud and dust. These deep-eyed, high-nosed men with many braids on their heads had excited expressions, shouting: "Great General!"
The four city gates of Tongwan City, east, west, south and north, are respectively oriented towards the four countries. The eastern gate welcomes Wei, the northern gate pacifies Shuo, the western gate subjugates Qin, and the southern gate pays homage to Song. From the names of the four city gates, we can see the relationship between Daxia and the four countries.
The alliance between Dashu and Song Liu is actually an expression of the intention to form an alliance. Distant diplomacy and nearby attack, still a good diplomatic strategy for the chaotic situation among various countries.
A group of people from the Holy Sword Hall arrived at the South Gate, and soon a cavalry of over 100 men rushed out of the city, like a fierce dragon. Liangshan noticed that each of the cavalrymen wore a ghost mask on their head, not as terrifying as Tuoba Autumn, but still frightening enough.
The cavalrymen were less than twenty meters away from Tuoba Qiu Rong, stopping in unison, and all jumped off their horses to kneel down on the ground. The shouts grew louder: "Greetings, General!" The crows and vultures that had been busy on the corpses flew up into the air, flapping their wings.
Tuoba Qiurong beckoned with her hand, and all around fell silent, leaving only the mournful cry of a lonely goose.
The setting sun was like blood, and Tuoba Autumn's slender figure was as straight as a long spear, completely merging into this world forged by blood and fire. In an instant, she possessed a radiance that was in no way inferior to Yang Ming's holy son.
This woman, tsk tsk. Liangshan is already speechless.
Passing through the city gate and the outer city, the entire city is gray and dusty. It seems that a sandstorm has just attacked this city. The gravel is still stained with dark red color, as if it were bloodstains. Even the lake in the city has lost its original luster.
The streets are almost empty of pedestrians, with doors and windows tightly closed, and there are also tents scattered about like white lotus flowers, apparently the city's residential buildings are a mix of Chinese and barbarian styles.
Many beggars lay on the street corners, either leaning or lying down, their dull eyes occasionally revealing that they were not clay figures. Most of them were Xiongnu people, with men and women, young and old, all having braids at the back of their heads. Liangshan noticed that many walls had paintings of blue wolves as totems, uniformly missing one right ear, in blue, white, and red colors, roughly indicating the owner's social status, but under the overwhelming sandstorm, they all turned into a uniform grayish color.
Liang Shan sat on Xue Long's horseback, his body swaying gently with the horse's movement. The scenery around him was like a black and white movie, silent and devoid of vitality.
As I walked further in, I started to hear the men's shouting and the women's sobbing, but they were all sporadic sounds, just like the occasional sparks that fly out after a big fire.
Soon, a string of Xiongnu nobles were led away like livestock, their former arrogance and pride now replaced with hunched backs and faces completely drained of color.
Finally, there was a color other than gray in front of me. A fierce stream of blood sprayed out and formed a bloody fog in the gray sky.
It was a high gallows, and people standing at the foot of the gallows had to raise their heads to see.
More than ten people knelt in a row, waiting for the executioner's giant knife to swing down. The blade flashed, and the heads rolled off with a gurgling sound. The onlookers cried out in shock and scattered. The prison guards immediately picked them up and carefully stacked them.
Liáng Shān took a deep breath, and below the execution platform, a "mountain" of human heads had been piled up, each with a different expression - some were ferocious, others were sorrowful.
The onlookers' smiles also caused a great shock to Liangshan. Having been in this world for nearly four years, Liangshan found that he still hadn't assimilated into it.
"This is called Jingguan." Tuoba Qiurong's tone was calm and composed.
Liáng Shān glanced at Tuòbá Qiū Róng, feeling displeased with her coldness in his heart. The outer sect disciple ahead of him was shivering like an autumn leaf in the cold wind.
"The earliest was the Daxia State's Hao Lian, who started it. After each major battle, he would cut off the heads of the killed enemy soldiers and pile them up into a mountain. The next day, when facing the enemy again, their morale would be completely destroyed."
There are still many waiting to be executed on stage, with over a thousand people gathered, including men, women, and children of all ages. The cries of the women and children pierce the sky, wrenching at one's heart, while many others have empty eyes, their souls already lost.
"If we lose, it will be like this too." Tuoba Qiurong said quietly.
Executions usually took place at noon, but after the city was breached, there were too many people to kill, so it wasn't that particular. From morning till night, the executioners changed shifts one after another.
It's obvious that the current executioner is a guest star, Liangshan saw one knife chop past and actually got stuck in the person's neck, blood splashed up, the person shook violently, while the new executioner was so scared that his face turned pale.
At this moment, Tongwan City is simply a hell.
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