Instantly, more and more people pressed down on him, like a human pyramid, pinning him down so that he could not move or even breathe properly.
Tuwen, covering his mouth and nose, carefully searched for Wu'e's figure on the ground until he saw the person lying in a pool of blood, his body riddled with bloody holes.
His eyes instantly reddened, and he rushed over, "General Wu, General Wu, I, I'll apply the medicine for you right away, I'll apply the medicine for you right away."
As he spoke, he rummaged through his body for the medicine he had finally managed to obtain.
Wu'e merely tugged at his sleeve, gently shook his head, and fixed his gaze on the Xia people who were fighting with the Xiliang people.
His eyes showed a rare hint of surprise and light. "How could they... come here?"
For nearly a year in this tunnel, the Xia people either went mad or died, and those who remained were numb and unresponsive to everything, like walking corpses.
He could understand them because he was almost a madman himself.
Every day, one must feign obsequiousness towards the Xiliang people and laugh heartily as the Xia people die tragically before one's eyes.
He is not made of stone, nor is he truly heartless or cruel; he cannot remain completely untouched by others.
Therefore, he often thought, "So be it. Whether I'm insane or numb, it's better than the pain of being awake."
He didn't want the Xia people to completely disappear from this world; as long as the Xia people could continue to exist, anything was worthwhile.
Therefore, he volunteered to carve those murals inside the tunnel, so that he could witness firsthand how the Xia people were tortured to death by the Xiliang people.
Time and again, this pain reminded him not to forget his hatred for Xiliang.
He was the great general of the Xia people, and he should have protected them, but he couldn't.
In that case, let him bear everything himself, whether it be pain or anything else, he shall bear it all alone.
Tuwen kept shedding tears, looking at the people on the ground, crying so hard he could barely breathe, "General Wu, they have been numbed by the pain, but they are also Xia people."
As people of the Xia dynasty, none of them will forget their hatred for the Western Liang.
Even the most numb will be replaced by pain and hatred the moment I think of the Xiliang people stepping into the Xia people's land, destroying our homes, and slaughtering our families.
Numbness is a form of protection for them.
If they weren't numb, how could they have personally tortured those Xia people's corpses, which were now completely incomplete?
If they weren't numb, how could they endure this endless darkness?
If they weren't numb, how could they have survived until now?
The light in Wu'e's eyes grew brighter, and a smile slowly appeared on his face, which was already stained with blood. "Good, good, good."
The Xia people are truly not a pile of mud.
"Go, go and set it on fire, that warehouse, set it on fire."
Tuwen looked at the warehouse that had been cleaved open by the scimitar not far away, wiped the tears from his face, took out the tinderbox from his pocket, and carefully blew on it. Instantly, the small flame ignited.
As he threw out the tinderbox, he shouted to the Xia people, "Come back quickly, don't go near that warehouse!"
The man who had been frantically hacking at the corpses on the ground paused for a moment in confusion, but subconsciously obeyed Tuwen's words and retreated from the warehouse.
Those who had been pressing down on Bamo also left their positions one by one.
Seeing that the people finally retreated and stopped piling on top of him, Bamo felt the dizziness in his head lessen considerably, and the feeling of almost dying from not being able to breathe finally disappeared.
He sneered and was about to stand up, leaning against the wall, when a loud "bang" was heard. The wall that had been supporting him collapsed with a loud crash.
His unspoken sarcasm was swallowed back down by the pebbles.
Amidst the rumbling sounds and continuous explosions, the warehouse was instantly buried.
Tuwen and the Xia people were also knocked to the ground by the aftershocks of the explosion.
After a while, Tu Wencai felt the buzzing in his head lessen.
He felt the wound, which had been numb with pain, start to hurt again. He shook his head and looked at the Xia people to make sure no one was affected by the collapsed warehouse before he breathed a sigh of relief.
His gaze fell on Wu'e, whose eyes were completely unfocused. He was startled and wanted to say something, but in the end, he just looked at the person on the ground with teary eyes and didn't say a word.
Wu'e felt his vision blurring. He gently raised his hand and reached for Tuwen's hand, weakly saying, "Go, go to the brothel to find that Jin man."
Remember, I, we are the Xia people, the Xia people.
As soon as he finished speaking, the hand that had finally managed to touch Tuwen fell limply, his eyes closed completely, and the temperature on his body rapidly decreased.
The tears that Tuwen had been holding back burst forth as if a dam had been breached, quickly sliding down his face and leaving streaks on his dusty face.
After a long silence, he and the other Xia people carried Wu'e's body to a safe place.
He then led the Xia people directly into the tunnel beneath the brothel.
At that moment, Lu Cijian threw away the tinderbox in his hand and rolled away from the warehouse full of explosives.
A loud bang rang out behind us, shaking the ground as if it were trembling.
He hurried toward the brothel, but a sense of unease arose in his mind about the enormous quantity of explosives stored in Xiliang.
It would cost a lot of money to store so much explosives, and he really didn't think that Xiliang, a city that relied on purchasing everything from other countries, could have so much money.
It seems that those Xia people did indeed provide them with a considerable amount of the silver they needed.
Just then, the Xiliang guards he had shaken off reappeared behind him.
"Found him, the assassin is here."
Lu Cijian ignored the people behind him, continuing to evade their presence and trying to shake them off again, while wielding his sword to kill those who blocked his path.
However, this time he didn't shake off the tail behind him easily; instead, it chased after him very closely.
Lu Cijian only frowned slightly.
The people from Xiliang just laughed loudly, "You think we'd be fooled by your little tricks? Dream on."
"If you don't stop and surrender, and we catch you, you'll be chopped into mincemeat and fed to the dogs."
Seeing that the people behind him were about to catch up, Lu Cijian instantly dodged and turned into the passage next to him. However, he encountered a group of Xiliang people again.
This time, the number of people was more than three times that of before, and they were no longer wearing the same soft armor; they should be ordinary people from Xiliang.
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