A fire swept through Shuofang City.
The fire came suddenly, without the slightest warning, and it is not known what caused it.
First, the storeroom area in the city, accompanied by an earth-shattering explosion, instantly turned into a sea of fire, sweeping in all directions.
Then, the wind raged, the fire borrowed the power of the wind, the wind fueled the fire, and the howling north wind whipped up the flames in the sky, sweeping all the way and devouring everything.
The wind was raging, the sand was flying, and from time to time there were flames in the sky, messy and haphazard, as if there was no pattern.
The flames ignited, driven by the strong winds, and spread and spread in an instant, echoing the large sea of fire in the storeroom.
In the meantime, explosions sounded from time to time, accompanied by the momentum of a volcanic eruption, turning Shuofang City into a dead land.
With an earth-shattering explosion, the south gate of Shuofang City was filled with smoke and flames, while the ground flowed like watery flames, covering the entire vicinity of the south gate and devouring everything.
The wind changed direction, and became messy, and the raging wind whirled around the city, sweeping away everything that could be rolled up, and then throwing it everywhere.
Flames rose from all over the city, gradually merging with the sea of fire, and a fire had become a prairie fire that could not be stopped.
In the sea of fire, the flames danced and fluttered, and there were faint screams of all kinds one after another, most of which had just remembered and then passed away, as if it were an illusion caused by wind and fire, which never happened.
A large number of disheveled Turks poured out of the city, and some of them emerged from the edge of the sea of fire, crowding the straight road to the north and south gates.
People pushed and squeezed, and then fists and kicks, using all kinds of means, the purpose of which was nothing more than rushing to the north gate of Shuofang City, which had not yet been blocked by the fire.
At this moment, under the threat and test of death, the ugliness and ferocity of human nature are exposed and no longer concealed.
Constantly people were hit at the vital point and collapsed to the ground, while those behind turned a blind eye, trampling countless pairs of feet over the fallen flesh and blood, trampling it into a mass of flesh.
The north gate of Shuofang City is in front of you, the city gate is open, there is no cover, from the city gate hole can clearly see a lot of Turks, the same rags, panicked, but no one stepped into the city gate, to give the same kind of rescue within their ability.
These are the 10,000 elites who stayed outside the city under Aru's unscrupulous advice, and the Great Khan made concessions and stayed outside the city.
They looked blankly at the raging fire in the city and the compatriots who rushed out of the fire, without the slightest intention of coming forward to rescue, shocked and shocked, but with a hint of happiness in their hearts.
Purgatory is in the middle of the city, and Heaven is outside the city, and the distance between Purgatory and Heaven is only separated by a hole in the gates.
People saw the hope of life, squeezed out the last bit of strength inside and outside the body, fought hard, and all kinds of yin and damaging moves emerged one after another, trying to knock down all the obstacles in front of them and cross the passage of life and death as soon as possible.
"Boom" Just when the people at the front had already crowded into the city gate, a thunderclap sounded, and then the flames soared into the sky, the sound of explosions continued, and the shock wave swept in all directions like a tsunami, and even the city gate tower collapsed in an instant.
The city gate has become a lava purgatory, and the Turks here, regardless of whether they are inside or outside the city, are instantly swallowed up by the burning torrent, and they don't even have time to let out a scream.
"Bang Bang Bang" Barrels were thrown out of the city in the shockwave, falling from the sky like meteor showers, then exploding like fireworks, rendering the night sky in a brilliant light, and then a rain of fire poured down to cover the Turkic camp outside the city.
Suddenly, the Turkic camp outside the city was in chaos, and the people watching the fire on the other side of the bank hugged their heads and ran around, crying and wailing, and then, people kept falling to the ground, and the smell of meat gradually wafted from their bodies, and they never got up again.
Panic and chaos swept through the entire camp in an instant, not only the Turks, but also the earth-shattering explosions, the rain of fire, and the steaming waves also made the livestock collapse The horses, cattle and sheep fled in a panic, not listening to the shouts of the Turks, knocking down countless tents, fleeing without knowing where to go.
As the north gate caught fire and the city gate was blocked, Shuofang was already a sea of fire, flames soaring to the sky, lava flowing, and it became a purgatory of death.
The national teacher Aru didn't sleep all night, and he didn't even take off the fur coat outside, and he always felt restless, and a great horror came.
Therefore, he reacted as soon as the fire broke out in the city, but instead of rushing into the city to save people, he broke into the golden tent of Mo Si, picked up Mo Si, who was sleeping in the four Yunzhou Metropolitan Governor's Mansions, and took him to the periphery of the camp, away from the dangerous place.
Arubu's specially made carriage was parked in the open space north of the camp, and now this spacious and comfortable carriage has become a temporary golden tent for silent sipping.
When Aru Buhua took away Mo Si, he still wrapped a bearskin coat for him, which also prevented the Supreme Great Khan from going away.
Later, Aru Buyou had someone bring him a fur fur, a golden crown, a scepter, and the four singers who were almost frightened to death, cold and defenseless.
Alu Buhua rescued the Great Khan of Mosi, but he couldn't save the nearly 100,000 troops who were caught in the sea of fire, so he could only grit his teeth in the howling cold wind, but he could not help it Nearly 100,000 troops were lost in flames, which made the Great Khan of Mo Si so grief-stricken that he cried loudly, threw himself to the ground, and slammed his head into the ground, and he was in a position of death.
Next, the grief-stricken Great Khan pulled out his scimitar and wiped it towards his neck, and Aru beside him grabbed the snowy blade, ignoring the bloody palm, and shouted: "Great Khan, what are you doing to burn a hundred thousand troops, it's not your fault" "Please cherish the useful body of the Great Khan, the Great Turks cannot do without you" The Turks knelt on the ground, the black pressure was overwhelming, and the mountains were screaming and the tsunami was blowing, so please silently sip the Great Khan and not waste his old life This is just an illusion of the author, the Great Khan is not Cheng Boxian, nor is it Qin Huaiyu, how can he wipe his neck by himself Although nearly 100,000 troops died at once, which made him hurt his muscles and bones, and his strength was greatly damaged, he couldn't help but feel a little sad for a while, and it was inevitable that he would vent and make a show.
However, isn't it just a group of lowly slaves, even if they all die, and then go to the depths of the grassland to rob them.
As long as my Ashina family is immortal, the Great Turks will always exist.
As for the lowly people, the Turks are an open race, which originally started by annexing weak races, and it is a big deal to continue to annex them.
Sure enough, he snorted a few times, wiped a handful of tears and snot, and ordered the remaining thousands of warriors to travel lightly, each carrying only a few days' food, and heading towards Yunzhou day and night.
At the insistence of Aru Buhua, Mo Si left 10,000 elites outside the city, and later in the explosion at the north city gate, he lost some guys watching the fire from the other side, and now there are seven or eight thousand horsemen left, which has become his last reliance
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