The military horn sounded, and under the command of several battle flags on the heights, the Yun Qin army that surrounded and killed the painter was also rapidly making adjustments, and several cavalry troops began to quickly intersperse in the streets and alleys on the periphery.
Suddenly, the pupils of one of the military observers shrank, and he was the first to understand the artist's intention to rush towards the position.
He saw three children in rags.
The alley itself is about to be demolished, and the residents have been relocated to ordinary children, who would not be so tattered if they would show up playing here.
So these should be three homeless little beggars who temporarily borrowed this place to shelter from the wind and rain.
Although Yun Qin is strong, the vast majority of people are well fed and can afford to eat white rice and noodles, but they are also the vast majority of people, and some poor families have suffered some accidents, especially those who have no labor to earn wages to support themselves, so they can only become beggars begging along the streets.
The eldest of the three little beggars was only about ten years old, a girl, and the other two boys were seven or eight years old at most, and looked like an older sister with two younger brothers.
The three little beggars must have heard the thunderous war drums and the continuous explosion not far away, but perhaps they did not know what was happening, or they were frightened, or they felt that it was safest to huddle in the corner of the alley.
So at this moment the three little beggars were like three poor puppies, curled up together, shivering.
The painter swept over to the three children.
From the time he killed Su Zhongwen to the present, the time is actually very short, not long, but the clothes on his body have been covered with many tears, and even on his skin, there have been several wounds, oozing blood.
In particular, he was shot in the shoulder by a crossbow arrow, leaving a bloody hole in the bone.
But the colorful mask on his face is still intact.
The sound of heavy breathing erupted from the nostrils of the face, forming two white air currents that were constantly expanding and contracting, and even emitted some piercing whistling sounds, making his person look even more terrifying.
Under the mask, the painter's face turned pale with horror, and sweat flowed like pulp, but when he saw the three little beggars who finally appeared in sight, the horror on his face turned hideous in an instant.
The few soul powers in his body continued to erupt violently, and his whole body just rose and fell, and he stepped on half of the roof, jumped down, and fell beside the three little beggars, and stopped.
The trumpet continues.
One by one, the sergeants formed a stream of iron and rushed out of the streets and houses, but when they saw that the painter had stopped and saw the scene in front of them, the pace of these sergeants also slowed down and stopped.
All of a sudden, the streets and alleys that were originally killing people became silent quickly.
In all directions, some houses were even completely toppled by the cavalry salaminus, and more sergeants gathered, and in just a few breaths, the painter's body was already densely packed with black-armored sergeants, forming a huge encirclement.
However, none of the soldiers entered the area twenty paces outside the painter's body.
Because looking at these Yun Qin soldiers who were instantly pouring into the surrounding air like a stream of iron, the painter just made a simple movement, he just put a hook and sickle in his hand on the neck of the little girl who was so frightened that he even forgot to cry, and then with a little force, he dragged some blood marks on the little girl's neck.
"Let go of her, you can even do it to such a small child" A school officer squeezed to the front and yelled angrily at the artist.
"I can let her go, but who will let me go" The painter looked at the angry officer indifferently, "Either let me go and let us all of us, or let them die with me." ” "You, you're also a Yun Qin cultivator," the school official trembled with anger, and he couldn't say anything more for a while.
The painter laughed indifferently at himself: "No matter how powerful a cultivator is, in front of the army, what is it?"
There was a roaring sound of gold and iron, and all the black-armored sergeants in the front line gritted their teeth and turned their heads, they knew that it should be Li Anting and some heavily armored sergeants who also arrived.
Li Anting, who coughed in a low voice, appeared at the forefront.
"You should know that it's absolutely impossible for you to get out of here alive today.
Because let you out, everyone knows that more people will die at your hands. ” Li Anting looked at the painter's eyes angrily and fiercely, and said coldly: "There is no point in you doing such a thing. ” "You're right, let me out today, I may kill more people in another day, and maybe more sergeants will die in the next siege against me."
The painter nodded, and a cold laugh came from under the mask, "Three small lives, it seems that they can't be compared to the lives of many soldiers loyal to the empire, so in this case, why don't you let your subordinates do it, what are you waiting for?"
"You're just an ordinary cultivator, so you still don't know about our Yun Qin army, Yun Qin army."
Li Anting was silent for a moment before looking at the painter and speaking slowly.
"As soldiers, we can sometimes give up many things for the sake of victory.
In order to win, we can sacrifice our own lives, and we can even let many of our comrades-in-arms die.
There are times when we leave our humanity behind. ” "If I were to fight against you alone, I would just be an ordinary cultivator, and in the face of a situation like this at this moment, I would let you go.
But I am a Yunqin soldier, in order to prevent you from causing more harm to the empire, I must kill you today, this is my duty, this is the sacrifice I must bear. ” Hearing Li Anting's two words that were not loud, but extremely firm, the painter's face under the mottled mask instantly turned from hideous to pale, and his hands trembled uncontrollably, and the sharp blade also trembled on the little girl's neck.
He could hear the anger and determination in Li Anting's words, and he also knew that what Li Anting said was serious, and he was afraid that no matter what, he would not be able to leave here alive today.
"In that case, what are you waiting for," he hissed, his heart trembling.
"I'm waiting for you to regain some humanity."
Li Anting looked at the painter and said in a deep voice: "I always thought that anyone, even if it was a repeat offender of Yun Qin, was at least a person, and he would have some humanity.
You let go of these children, I promise you, I will give you a decent death. ” The artist didn't speak out immediately.
His whole body trembled, and sweat broke out all over his body, and beads of sweat the size of beans fell from his mask.
All the sergeants waited with bated breath, waiting for the cultivator to let go of the three children.
"I'm afraid you won't be able to wait for the results you want."
However, to the chill that made them all shiver, the painter looked up sharply and laughed sharply, "I want to try one last time, to see if you can really watch these three children die." ” Hearing the painter's words, Li Anting's face suddenly turned snow-white.
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However, the painter did not stop, the hook and sickle in his hand retreated slightly, and slashed down at the girl's neck.
Lin Xi's hands and feet became a little cold and stiff.
After the painter stopped, he also saw the three little beggars clearly, and knew that although his plan was perfect, there were still some accidents that did not depend on his will.
In his opinion, the painter is naturally damned, and now that the painter can do such a thing, it is naturally even more damned.
However, he did not want the three little beggars to die.
Next, if he uses the ability to go back in time, if he tries to help the army kill the artist early, he may be discovered by the army and cause a lot of trouble.
But he didn't seem to have a choice.
However, at this moment, what made his body tremble slightly was that the place he had been staring at had changed strangely.
Lin Xi didn't know that in the vicinity of this street and alley, from the very beginning, he was quietly overlooking the battle between the Yun Qin army and the powerful cultivators, and there was also a fugitive who came from far away Damang, and then arrived in Zhongzhou City, the first male city in the world, and had just arrived in Qingyuan City, Zhantai Qiantang.
After seeing the city of Zhongzhou, which he dreamed of seeing as a child, Zhantai Qiantang experienced a rare confusion in his life in the city, and then with nowhere to go, he decided to follow a trace of impulse in his heart and wanted to meet the shopkeeper of Da Dexiang.
Zhantai Qiantang heard that Da Dexiang's shopkeeper was in Qingyuan City, so he came to Qingyuan City.
Lin Xi didn't know that it was raining cold in Qingyuan City last night, and when the painter was about to enter the Lingering Garden, Zhantai Qiantang also wanted to take advantage of the night to see Chen Feirong directly.
Because in Zhantai Qiantang's view, those who achieve great things are not informal, if they are truly extraordinary characters, it can be seen in a few words of conversation, maybe he can stay in Dadexiang, maybe Dadexiang can become a help for him to restore the country in the future.
But he went a little late, so in addition to seeing the carriage that left in the rain, he also found the painter who was puzzled by Chen Feirong's departure, and couldn't get rid of his anger and scolded him.
He didn't know the identity of the painter, but he felt that the painter didn't seem to have any good intentions towards Chen Feirong, so he began to stare at the painter secretly.
In the eyes of Zhantai Qiantang, this may become an opportunity for him to get close to Chen Feirong.
However, he didn't expect that a sudden big battle would break out in this street and alley.
Although Zhantai Qiantang had seen many descriptions of how powerful the Yunqin army was in books, it was also the first time he had seen the Yunqin army and cultivators fighting, and such a battle was naturally more valuable for him and more necessary to understand.
When he noticed that the painter was approaching the three little beggars, he had already reacted to the artist's intentions before anyone else.
It was then that painful torment and struggle began in his heart.
He didn't know that there was a cultivator like Lin Xi in this scene, he just knew that he could stop the painter's inhumane behavior.
He didn't want the three poor little beggars to die, however, these were three ordinary Yunqin children.
However, he was carrying a country on his back.
Doing so in such a situation is bound to cause many troubles, even fatal consequences.
The sacrifice and only hope of three foreign nations, and even the children of enemy countries, do not seem to be difficult to choose between the sacrifices and the only hope of many people.
The sweat of Zhantai Qiantang also wet the cotton shirt.
However, in the end, Zhantai Qiantang was still the same as when he was in the Imperial City of Zhongzhou, he decided to be loyal to the voice in the deepest part of his heart, and he still decided to make a move
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