So, the city lord led some generals and soldiers to rescue the North Gate, and handed over this place to General Meng He and Mu Ren Daoshi. Before he could reach the North Gate halfway, many citizens had already escaped, followed by soldiers, and most of the pursuers were barbarians in different costumes and uniforms.

"Sir! The north gate is broken, the south gate cannot escape. Look at the east gate, my palace behind." General Baoyin begged:

"No, I have been guarding this city for seven or eight years. I thought about it, I had already made an oath with the king, that the people are there, and the city is there."

"Sir! Stay green mountains here and don't worry about burning out. At this time, and at that time, you can still restore this city in the future." The general Hu Qitu said:

The other soldiers looked at each other and said in unison: "Sir! Remember to avenge us in the future."

"Sir! Let's go quickly. If you don't leave, you won't win." General Baoyin led the soldiers and said backwards as he rushed forward:

Seeing his subordinates so loyal, Bagen bowed forward three times at the horse and led the remaining soldiers to the east gate. Unfortunately, as soon as he left the east gate, he was almost killed by almost all the people in Harbala who were ambushing the roadside. Although Bagen was lucky enough to wear the enemy's clothes and escape from the east gate, his typical appearance was still discovered by Harbala. When Harbala saw Bagen rushed out of the east gate, he waved an arrow and hit the back. Bagen fell under the horse, jumped in front of him, stabbed him a few times, and the famous general Bagen died; Harbala snatched his sword and asked for credit.

The south gate was also broken, and Zhuoligetu rode on his horse, walked towards the city, and swaying towards the Bahrain Mansion. Agula and his subordinates continued to clear away the remaining forces in the city. Wherever they went and wherever they saw, there were more corpses than rubble, more blood than water, and it was miserable, like hell.

On the street, in the corner, in the teahouse, in the square, beside the carriage, on the stone bridge, etc., I saw many people from the barbarian tribes publicly torture prisoners of war, and even many women and children. Agula was confused in her heart that war was a matter between men, so why both women and children involved? Thinking about her dream of youth, she just wanted everyone to have food, clothes, and houses to live in. However, she was using it to the contrary, and she had only a lot of skills to make herself feel disappointed.

Agula knew that he could only manage his own team and handle his prisoners of war, and nothing else could do. There were several wars before, and because of saving people, he had been with the tribes several times, and almost used a knife to snatch them, and was criticized by Lord Zhuo.

Just as Agula walked forward with his men and female prisoners of war, he heard a miserable life-saving voice behind him, "Sir! Save me!", and his voice became weaker and weaker.

When Agula looked back to the right, a girl with disheveled hair and begged and tearfully looked at her; she happened to be insulted by a group of wild men like ducks, which was very desolate.

Agula turned around, her body trembled, and the horse slowly walked forward. I remember that when she was five years old, her tribe was attacked by other tribes. In order to protect her mother and escape, the brave father took her to run around, very embarrassed. He accidentally met four bad guys, all of whom were full of flesh and vicious, and was extremely brave, and dragged her mother to the corner directly. It was like this. The mother begged hard, but those who were inferior to the beast laughed happily and were controlled by one person, watching her mother being humiliated to death by them. The people around him were so scared that they quickly bypassed, for fear of causing fire.

The more the horse walked forward, Agula's heart became tighter and even more painful. He couldn't stand it, and his mother's pain was vivid in his mind. He immediately turned around, picked up the arrow, and pulled the bow with all his strength. The fierce man who chased the fierce man was happy, and he died with an arrow. The people behind him pulled up the knife in the direction of the arrow and shouted around him. After a while, more than a hundred people surrounded Agula and others, and many people rose up.

"General! Don't blame us for being rude. You ruined the agreement between us and your master: whoever gets it on the battlefield will be the one who has no right to interfere; archers, it's not bad, it's really powerful, but we have many people, can we shoot all of them? It depends on whether you have a quick arrow or a quick knife." A small leader of the Century Clan said angrily:

The people on Agula's side also pulled up their swords early to prepare for defense. Agula pulled three arrows at the same time and confronted the people around. Everyone held their breath and glared at each other, as if they were about to break out.

At this critical moment, Zabusu, the leader of the Crescent Clan, led his men and joined the attack camp.

"Chief! When our people were enjoying the spoils, this hateful guy shot one of our brothers indiscriminately, with a whirlwind," the little leader complained to his leader, full of grievances.

"Dog bastard! We are using our spoils. You have no right or right to interfere. You are just a leader, a dog."

Agula now glared at him and pulled three arrows at Zabusu. He didn't dare to shoot it easily, after all, there were many more people on the other side; Zabusu didn't dare to go first. One had an agreement with the leader, and the other had experienced the power of the sharpshooter.

Zabusu's men surrounded Agula and others in the core. Both sides held the knife with the knife and the arrow with the arrow. They opened their eyes wide and glared at the other party, as if they were looking for the other party's weakness.

Harbala had just come from the east gate and was about to go to his father to seek credit. Seeing this, he rushed over with his men and shouted: "Brother! Leader Zabusu, please calm down."

Zabusu's eyes rolled for a moment. Since the man was dead, Agula was like a wood, but it was very gratifying. I guess Harbala could meet his needs.

"Three Young Master! Your father invited my tribe to help him attack Balin. Now the city is broken. My subordinates play the role of his female prisoner and enjoying his own spoils. The leader will not object, but Agula actually shot my subordinates to death. Isn't this a joke?" Zabusu said with a knife:

"Brother! Is that true?" Halbala asked Agula with suspicious eyes. Agula was the best between his brothers and sisters with Halbala, and secondly with Halbala, his eldest sister Qimugeli; Halbala's archery technique is so good, thanks to Agula's usual guidance.

Agula knew that he was in the wrong, but he couldn't get over the pain in his heart, so he still pulled his bow and glared at them.

"This is Bahrain's head, even if it's your dead soldier."

"Three Young Master! We don't want it. If you spread it, you may be ridiculed. If you want to solve it, you might as well cut off one of his hands."

"One hand, no, he is the number one snatcher under my father."

"One hand is not killing him."

"Captain Zabusu, we are not afraid of fighting. Look at you, but I am all my people."
Chapter completed!