After killing a Hun cavalryman who climbed up to the top of the city wall with one sword, Chen Yuanzhi raised his sword and shouted to everyone around him.

"Bishui County is my territory!"

"These damn Huns want to seize our territory, but have they asked us?!"

“Kill, kill, kill!”

All the ruffians around him were inspired with courage. Wang Dacai even laughed and chopped off the head of the bandit who was climbing the city wall. Like Chen Yuanzhi, he gave up on leaving and chose to stay.

In the battle to defend the city, they had the advantage of geographical location.

The battle lasted until dusk.

This group of Huns was finally repelled by them. Chen Yuanzhi stood on the city wall, watching the black smoke rising around him and the pungent smell of burnt corpses.

There were wailing sounds everywhere.

Winning one battle cannot change the situation. Compared with the entire battlefield situation, Bishui County is too small. It is so small that it will not appear on the table of the high-level officials of the Holy Dynasty. The results of the battle won by Chen Yuanzhi and his brothers are like stones under the tide, insignificant.

Ten days passed in a flash.

After dozens of battles, Chen Yuanzhi's fear disappeared, and most of his brothers died. The brother who asked him if he was a hero jumped off the city wall with a Hun three days ago, and his body was never found. Wang Dacai was also injured, and after a simple treatment of his wound, he continued to stay on the city wall to defend the city.

Two days ago, a large number of refugees fled to Bishui County. The surrounding areas had already fallen, and the Huns were everywhere outside, killing anyone they saw. Only Bishui County could still shelter the people. Chen Yuanzhi called on the young and strong among the refugees to join, and the team defending the city was expanded to 500 people again. Through these refugees, Chen Yuanzhi learned about the situation in the north. The second line of defense collapsed, and the Hun army marched straight in, leaving only sporadic resistance like theirs.

The top officials in the imperial court were still arguing over whether to fight or make peace.

The third army has not yet set out.

The light has gone from everyone's eyes, and they can no longer see where hope lies.

"General, please drink some water."

It was another unfamiliar face, and Chen Yuanzhi didn't remember this person. Similar scenes had happened too many times in the past few days. When the Chen family left, they left him some military rations, but how could they be enough? There was not much food left in the city, and ordinary refugees could not get enough food. Even the water had to be controlled. Many wells in the city were poisoned by the Huns' spies, and only a few could be used.

Woo!!

A low horn sounded.

That was the signal for the Huns to attack.

Chen Yuanzhi put down the kettle in his hand and looked out of the city. At this moment, many scenes flashed through his mind. He remembered his mischievousness when he was young, his father's hopes for him, and his mother's care.

Finally, all thoughts turned into determination.

"Follow me to kill the enemy."

Chen Yuanzhi drew his sword and climbed up the wall again. Bishui County repelled the Xiongnu's attacks several times, and finally attracted higher-ranking Xiongnu nobles. Chen Yuanzhi's name also appeared on the opposite list. In order to show his generosity, the Xiongnu king granted these tough guys on the list the right to surrender and promised them the status of Xiongnu warriors.

The one who attacked the city this time was the Left Chanyu of the Xiongnu.

Unlike the previous attacks, Chen Yuan climbed up the wall and saw a dense army, people like the sea, and there was no end in sight. The previous wars were like a joke compared to this one, and the murderous atmosphere of the battlefield was overwhelming.

"Brother, how many people are needed?"

Wang Dacai was standing by and couldn't help but ask a question.

"No matter how many people there are, anyone who dares to enter Bishui County will be killed without mercy." Chen Yuanzhi held his sword and laughed out loud.

The battlefield changes people.

People like Chen Yuanzhi, who have experienced several battlefields, will grow rapidly in character.

"There are too many that we can't win."

Someone nearby said in a trembling voice that this man was a local militia recruited later. He had participated in a direct war against the Huns in the north before and knew how terrible these Huns were.

"Listen, people on the wall. I, the Left Wise King of the Great Xiongnu, am looking for talents. If you are willing to kneel down and surrender, shave your head and change your clothes, we will grant you the title of Xiongnu warrior and you will enjoy the same treatment as us Xiongnu people."

Someone below was shouting words of persuasion in Mandarin.

Judging from the other party’s attire, he should be an official of the Holy Dynasty.

Surrender and live!

Many people were tempted, and many of Chen Yuanzhi's old brothers were also shaken. The army was approaching, and fear was born. Although the Huns were not trustworthy, what if...

"Haha! My knees are straight, I can't kneel down!"

Chen Yuanzhi laughed loudly, and his voice drowned out the noise around him.

He raised his hand and grabbed the bow and arrow next to him, pulled the bowstring and shot an arrow at the traitor who was shouting below. He and Wang Dacai had practiced martial arts since childhood and were proficient in all kinds of weapons. The arrow streaked across the throat of the person shouting below.

The surrender seeker standing in front of the formation fell to the ground, holding his neck and bleeding, which instantly angered the Huns behind him.

The Xiongnu Zuoxian King, who was sitting in the commander's tent, raised his right hand and waved it gently.

"kill."

The army attacked and headed for the city.

The battle officially begins.

Chen Luo appeared in the city. The calamity energy he absorbed these days made his body stronger. Although he couldn't change the world, he could be considered a peerless master among ordinary people. He stood in the houses at the back, watching Chen Yuanzhi fighting on the top of the city, and understood the 'calamity' more clearly in his heart.

The inner demon tribulation will not bring everyone to the peak. Not all those who go through the tribulation are like Elder Rong Ling, who holds the highest official rank and holds the highest position among the officials.

The so-called catastrophe evolves according to each person's heart.

Chen Yuanzhi's "disaster" was not that big, it happened only in this county.

The battle lasted for several days.

The Xiongnu Zuoxian King was completely enraged. He never thought that he would waste so much time in such a small place. The Xiongnu warriors under his command also suffered heavy losses. Even if the city was taken, it would not be able to make up for these losses.

"Shoot him!"

The Xiongnu Zuoxian King pointed at Chen Yuanzhi on the top of the city wall and spoke to the sharpshooter in the formation.

He originally wanted to duel with the other party in the grassland way, but at this moment he had no other thoughts and only wanted to kill this person. The sharpshooter in the formation instantly drew his bow, and the string sounded buzzing.

call out!

A hidden arrow flew out in the melee.

"Be careful, bro!"

Wang Dacai, who was standing next to Chen Yuanzhi, pushed Chen Yuanzhi away. The arrow pierced his chest, blood spilled out, and a large amount of blood splashed on Chen Yuanzhi's face, awakening him from his half-crazy state.

At this moment, the world seemed to stand still.

Chen Yuanzhi looked blankly at the increasing number of Huns on the city wall, picked them up on his back, and shouted to the remaining brothers.

"Go down town, if anyone can leave, leave first!"

Under his leadership, the remaining people quickly retreated into the city and took advantage of the terrain to fight the Huns.

The city was lost.

A large number of Huns rushed in.

The dense army was like black ink, quickly dyeing the city with color, and a large number of people died in the aftermath of the war. The old woman who brought water to Chen Yuanzhi and the people who called him general were killed one by one. Following Chen Yuanzhi's retreat, the brothers in the city also fell one after another.

Finally, in an alley on the left side of the county government office, Chen Yuanzhi was blocked by the Huns.

There are densely packed enemies on both sides.

He was carrying the dead Wang Dacai on his back, holding a machete full of holes in one hand, and he was in a desperate situation.

He made a clumsy move with the knife.

But he had no strength left in his body and was easily avoided.

With a "puff", a spear pierced his abdomen, and he was stabbed in the back. Wang Dacai, who was carried on his back, fell to the ground, but he no longer had the strength to help him. His vision began to blur, and he seemed to see his father in a green shirt.

He stood on the wall and asked himself in a familiar tone.

"Why don't you leave? Aren't you afraid of death?"

"I want to leave too, but the people in the city call me General."

"What will happen to them if I leave?"

Chen Yuanzhi looked at the horizon and muttered to himself, his voice so weak that only he could hear it. At this moment, he seemed to hear his father's disappointed sigh again. He swallowed his last breath, his eyes were blurred, and he fell heavily to the ground.

A pair of clean boots appeared in the alley. The person who came was the wise king among the Xiongnu people. He was an obese middle-aged man with a beard and a face full of flesh. He stood beside Chen Yuanzhi and looked at this not-so-strong man with doubts.

What makes the other party so ferocious and so fearless of death?

But this question is destined to have no answer.

Chen Luo stood on the top of the city wall, looking at the fading world. The calamity began to dissipate. This world that was temporarily transformed by a wisp of calamity dissipated like dust.

The inner demon calamity is over!

"Responsibility?"

Surrounded by calamity energy, Chen Luo’s aura became increasingly strong.

Densely packed silk threads appeared in the house as the Heart Demon Technique was running. He returned to Yunxiao County in Tianmu Country and was still in the house.

Only half of the night was over.

The oil lamp on the table was flickering, and the spiritual power in his body was increasing rapidly at an extraordinary speed. He seemed to sense a faint aura, which was very similar to the previous calamity. At first, he thought that this calamity was derived from the practice, but now it seems that this is not the case.

"What's on this thing?"

Chen Luo raised his hand and looked at his wrist.

The string of 'Ghost Temple Beads' given to him by Patriarch Taixu was now flashing with a faint light on his wrist.

'This is the calamity energy I refined.'

In the external brain, the moment the Heart Demon Ancestor's brain saw this ray of calamity energy, the corresponding memory immediately revived.

Outside Yunxiao County.

Two strange men from the Ghost Temple stood in the old forest. Strangely, the Xuanniao tribe not far away did not notice them. The two men stared at Yunxiao County in front of them like ghosts, sensing the changes inside.

"This person really couldn't resist the temptation and absorbed that ray of calamity energy."

A hoarse voice sounded, the hatred in it was undisguised.

"Any cultivator who is close to forming a pill will be unable to control himself after seeing this ray of calamity energy. Once he eats it, this part of our plan will be completed." Another voice sounded nearby. The two men were shrouded in mist, looking eerie and not like living people.

"The death of the clan member that he cared about the most will definitely shake the old man Gu He's character."

"Go back and prepare to deal with the old ghost Guhe!"

The monk from the ghost temple in front withdrew his gaze, turned around, took a step forward, and his figure disappeared into the distance as if he had teleported.

"The relics of the Heart Demon Ancestor are not so easy to obtain. The Heart Demon Ancestor's curse remains in the rosary. Even I dare not touch it. Although Gu He is a genius, he is, after all, a cultivator from the lower world with limited vision."

As he spoke, this person followed the person in front of him and disappeared into the forest. (End of this chapter)