"Lying alone in a desolate village, I do not grieve for myself, but still think of defending the frontier for my country. In the dead of night, I lie listening to the wind and rain, and dream of iron horses and icy rivers."
The pampered players were suddenly drawn into this war and found that everything was different from what they had imagined.
Before they could even witness the glory of achieving great deeds, they saw the tragic scene of rivers of blood flowing like rivers.
There wasn't even time to react on the battlefield; they had already been saved by NPCs countless times.
The doctor died of exhaustion in the tent, still holding the medicine pestle in his hand, but the apprentice only had time to snatch the medicine from his hand and apply it to the next groaning soldier.
Soldiers who fought guerrilla warfare against the enemy outside ran out of ammunition and food and could not return. When they died, their bellies were filled with weeds, tree bark, and even the leather from saddles and military boots.
Dark clouds loomed over the city, threatening to crush it. But the frail old people and crying children below the city had no time to move, their withered and powerless hands still clutching the last of their provisions.
The scholar, who was too weak to even kill a chicken, put down his book and picked up his short bow, refusing to come down from the city wall no matter how much they tried to persuade him...
In this serene Buddhist sanctuary, players helplessly guard the gate.
Thousands of refugees rushed in, even stepping on the golden legs of the Buddha statue. The injured had no medicine, and blood flowed everywhere.
In a moment of desperation, one player pulled out a jade seal and a golden book from the side and used precious silk to bandage the wound.
The abbot came out, but instead of reprimanding him for not keeping the precepts as he usually did.
He said, "Make way for the side hall; this female benefactor looks like she's about to give birth. Then open the rice granary to provide relief to the disaster victims."
He ignored the advice of the other monks and immediately picked up the pregnant woman, staining his robes with blood.
The abbot continued, “Bring out all the boilers to cook rice for everyone. If there is meat, cook it as well. Extraordinary times call for extraordinary measures, and the Buddha is always among us!”
In order to cover the civilians' escape across the river, the commander of the Shenji Battalion led about a hundred cavalrymen to cover the rear.
They charged in and out seven times, fighting until they were bloodied and their warhorses died one by one. Even when only the men remained standing, they would still turn around and charge again.
When the bow and arrows ran out, they used [illegible];
The spear was broken, but there was still a longsword;
Even if the sword is dulled, you still have your bare hands, your teeth, and your flesh and blood to stand in front of your comrades.
None of the hundred men survived, yet the incident delayed the process for a full three hours.
The last general stood before the bridge and roared loudly, then set the bridge across the river ablaze.
Even after death, the person leans against their broken, pointed penis.
It did not fall; it stood tall and upright.
Of the first few sects to descend the mountain, only one in ten NPCs remain.
Some players had just logged in when they found the usually bustling lobby completely deserted.
There has been no news of the senior brothers and sisters who were always bickering and fighting. The elder who was standing there teaching martial arts has died in battle. The sect leader took the head of the enemy general amidst a vast army, but was seriously injured and has not returned.
Of the 200,000 disciples who left the mountain, fewer than a thousand actually reached Zhongdu.
"We will not return home until we have bled to death," they said.
187. The War in Yujing
Fans who had gone through all of this gathered in Zhou Liye's live stream room and cried together.
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【Wow, Miss, how could Earth be so devilish!】
[Blue Star, you owe me my senior sister! You owe me my senior sister! I don't care if I cry and roll on the ground, I want my senior sister to come back alive! I'm waiting to marry her!]
[My senior sister is mine, waaaaaah!]
[It was only upon seeing General Guo's letter home that I truly broke down in tears...]
My eyes are swollen too qaq
Seeing this scene from the audience, Zhou Liye felt quite emotional.
For some reason, he felt a pang of heartache, but also... a little bit of comfort?
Zhou Liye: You always love to see me cry, see me cry, see me cry... Do you think I don't know what you're thinking?!
These cunning viewers always recommended some "depressing" games to Zhou Liye.
After being tortured to tears this time, she came to Zhou Liye to "complain," wasn't it all so that he could also experience what it felt like to be tortured?
Hmph, Miss Zhou Liye saw through all the conspiracies...
I've decided to go into "The Wandering Swordsman" and take a look.
Zhou Liye: There's nothing I can do, the audience is God _(:3∠)_
The world of "Xia Ke Xing" is completely different from what it was when it was first released for public beta.
The country is broken, but the mountains and rivers remain; spring has come to the city, but the grass and trees grow deep.
Everywhere there are signs of the war, and in some places occupied by rebels, people are still fighting desperately.
Yujing City, where Zhou Liye was before he logged off, is still on the second line of the war and has not been affected by the war, but it has received a large number of refugees.
When Zhou Liye first saw the wartime capital, he was filled with nothing but shock.