Faced with the crazy pouring of artillery fire, more than 100 rebel soldiers fought their best to find ten artillery pieces, and lost half of them on the way back, and finally arrived at only five of them near the city gate.

"Blast it! Blow it open for me!" The temporary commander was already red in his eyes. It is hard to say how many living people there are in Xuchang now, but as long as the city gate cannot be opened, it will be a matter of time before the whole city becomes a dead city.

The soldiers were already anxious and became ants on the hot pan. As long as they were not short of hands and feet, they all rushed up to help. Several people were seriously injured in their stomachs and their intestines flowed out. They forced a knot to stuff them back, and then continued to carry shells.

Soon, with the concerted efforts of the soldiers, five artillery bombarded the city gate at the highest rate of fire, causing great earthquakes and earth chips to fly. At first, the shells could only dent the iron gate weighing thousands of tons. Slowly, the structure of the iron gate was loosened and peeled off layer by layer.

This process is actually very short, only less than a few minutes, but for the soldiers and civilians near the city gate, this time that is fleeting in the blink of an eye has never been long.

When the iron gate was finally broken by artillery, the civilians who escaped from the fire all over the city burst into cheers in desperate situations and rushed to escape from the city.

A rebel soldier subconsciously wanted to escape together, but was knocked to the ground by his superiors. An angry roar came: "Get out of your post! Let the people go first!"

In this way, all the soldiers made way for the civilians to pass first. They maintained order nearby while helping some elderly people with limited mobility.

At the front of the team, a man was fleeing with a five-year-old girl in his arms. The city was filled with fire and the outside was empty. The only iron railing that hindered his escape had been shattered. He could almost see the dawn of hope in front of him.

During the offensive and defensive battle, the man's wife had been blown into meat paste under the shelling of begonia. Even though he was heartbroken, he still had a strong spirit because he still couldn't let go. Even if he fought for this life, he had to send his daughter out. This child was only six years old and should have a better future, rather than being buried in the fire!

The moment the man rushed out of the city gate, the high temperature that had originally surrounded him disappeared, replaced by the coolness brought by a fresh air. This man who had lived in the city for a long time might never have thought that the wilderness air would be so refreshing.

However, just when many complex emotions such as sadness, joy, sadness, hope and other mixed emotions made the man cry with his daughter after the disaster, the scene in front of him made him froze.

Outside the city... someone is already waiting here!

It was a group of fully armed troops, ready to fight, less than 500 meters away from the city gate. Even though the red flag was crisscrossing, it can be seen from the military uniform that they did not belong to the northern rebels, but the Republic's troops that launched this attack...

The civilians who escaped were like this man. They discovered the terrifying scene before they could celebrate. These republicans might never have thought that they would be so afraid of the red flag one day.

The adjacent Republic's troops were extremely large in scale. They took advantage of the previous fire strikes and quietly advanced. They had formed an airtight encirclement at the exit of Xuchang's city gate. The tanks blocked the front line. The engineers set up a heavy machine gun every five meters. All soldiers were no longer lightly. The ammunition bag was loaded with a large amount of ammunition for tilting, and their fingers were already placed on the trigger.

There was only the whistling sound of begonia above his head, and the civilians who fled from Xuchang were silent, looking at the once familiar unit with fear and horror. At the front of the team, the man's legs kept trembling. Whether it was because of despair or fear, tears were already flowing out of his eyes.

The man walked forward slowly. I don’t know how long he had walked, but finally got to the distance he could talk to the soldiers of the Republic. His face was covered with tears. He slowly handed out his daughter with a confused look in his arms, begging in tears: “Please don’t hurt my daughter…please…she is my…the only hope…”

The man cried, and the soldiers of the Republic were the same. The soldiers in the front were already crying, and their hands holding guns were trembling. The soldiers who were strongly holding back their tears were also covered in blood. Their clenched lips soon collapsed and were helpless and vicissitudes of life.

The commander of the Republic's vanguard did not cry at first because he was the commander. If he cried, the morale and determination of the entire army would be shaken, which is a taboo that must not be violated.

But when he heard the man's begging, the commander could no longer hold back the tears in his eyes. He covered his face and cried with hiss. Finally, he knelt down to the ground with a thud, kowtowed to the man constantly, making his forehead blurred and cried in a trembling voice: "I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."

"Dad...Why did uncle soldier apologize to us?" In the man's arms, the young daughter poked her head innocently, looked at her father with her flawless eyes, and asked in a low voice.

However, the man's answer did not come, or it was too late, the commander who knelt on the ground and kowtowed and cried hissed and issued a cruel order: "Fire!!!"

The vanguard of the Republic's brilliance opened fire, and the crazy pouring bullets intertwined into an airtight firepower net, regardless of military and civilians, good and evil, and without any partiality, shattering every life that escaped from Xuchang City.

The blood waves were stirred up in pieces, and the civilians fell like dominoes, and their despair screams continued. Some were because of the loss of parents, some were because of the loss of children, or other reasons. However, these crying owners did not yell for long, and were soon torn apart by the incoming bullets, staining Xuchang with blood.

At this moment, there was no suspense in offense and defense. The vanguard of the Republic Zhihui received a death order from Leng Yuan: no difference should be eliminated any life that escaped from Xuchang, both men, women, young and old, and kill them equally!

The desperate civilians knew that they would die when they left the city, and then retracted back into the city. But they soon discovered that it was just a different way of death. Just like the game of Death, they retreated and were burned to death by fire, and were killed by bullets when they advanced. They could not get rid of the reality of death no matter what.

Because the burning was too painful, some disheartened civilians even ran out of the city like walking corpses, preferring to have a happy way of death.

Some people tried to hide in the basement or pits of houses, but the burning napalm bombs frantically squeezed out the city's oxygen. Even if these people were not burned to death by the flames, they eventually died in painful hypoxia suffocation.

The fire burned for a day and a night, the artillery continued for a day and a night, and the gunshots of the vanguard soldiers almost stopped. Twenty-four hours later, there were no living people in Xuchang...
Chapter completed!