"continue!"

Li Jiayuan hardened his heart and remained unmoved, and once again gave orders to the soldiers on the city in a cold tone.

"Listen, even if they are your fellow villagers, they are still helping the Yellow Turban bandits to attack the city."

"If we come to Linzi in batches, think of all the young and old people in the city who don't want their families to be destroyed, and I'll give them a hard beating!"

"Don't have any sympathy! Otherwise, military justice will be dealt with!"

Three consecutive waves of attacks, with crossbows, bows and arrows, and trebuchets taking turns, once again caused over a thousand casualties to the refugees who were driven to fill the river.

Only this time, they disappointed Li Jiayuan.

These refugees never collapsed.

Because Wang Zheng has told them clearly.

If you throw five stone bags, only the people around you may die, but you may not die.

If you dare to run away, you will definitely die!

So even if the tears flow freely, even if the legs become weak...

The refugees were still busy lifting, unloading, and throwing things into the river.

This is a human comedy.

They took the initiative to face death countless times, just to gain a glimmer of life.

Even if...it's just a short day.

When this scene of hell on earth lasted for a whole day, Wang Zheng, who had gathered the refugees, remained speechless.

Nearly ten thousand people have been lost...

Looking at the broken limbs and corpses everywhere under the city, looking at the survivors crying, laughing maniacally, or expressionless...

Wang Zheng was silent and then took a long breath.

Even though he had made a decision long ago, he was not truly hard-hearted after all.

This situation still left him speechless.

On the other side, Xu He and others looked happy when they rode their horses to guard the city.

What General Tiangong said is true.
Chapter completed!