There are mountains on all sides, with an altitude below sea level. It seems that the sky is darker than Guanzhong. The sun is just west, as if its feet slipped, and it fell down with a click, leaving only the brilliant afterglow slanted to the earth.

Lying on the wall, the dead-faced lieutenant watched nervously as one hundred people from the Storm Legion entered the Nanman Camp with arrogance, and then bursts of violent quarrels began.

Not only did they have no rules and morals in their consciousness, but these southern tribes were also particularly xenophobic. Not only did they not cooperate with the Storm Corps to investigate the barbarian soldiers who were killing and setting fire, these people quickly gathered into a large group of them, surrounding the Storm Corps soldiers who had just entered the camp and cursed in the Southern Chinese language they couldn't understand.

Even as they cursed, they pushed and started to fight. As they saw, the situation quickly exploded like a powder barrel, and it was about to explode at any time.

It was also because of the increasing sense of responsibility. With the sense of responsibility, the Dead Face Team was quickly leaving the city. While shouting loudly, they hurriedly got off the city.

"Zhao Buye, you go to the headquarters of the Liangzhou Corps immediately for help. The barbarian camp in the south of the city needs to be suppressed!"

"These guys who are not good at making things better can cause trouble!"

But there were so many coincidences today. Before the Dead Face Team was coming down to the door, they brought more than a dozen people to help. Amid the rapid footsteps, another group of dozens of people from the Storm Corps rushed to the door.

"The team is in charge, do you still need to ask for help?"

Looking at this scene, the messenger Zhao Bue couldn't help but ask him hesitantly, and he looked stunned for a moment, but the military smell of the Dead Face Team being studying at Chang'an Military Academy was finally reflected. He couldn't help but frown and shouted in surprise.

"Why are the reinforcements from Shu?"

Indeed, a group of heavy infantry wearing Storm Legion armor was not very tall, and they didn't look so well-fitting when wearing Western Wei heavy armor. They even looked like dwarfs in later fantasy movies. They were confused for a moment, and the Dead Face Team shouted with a serious expression.

"Go and ask for help immediately, and everyone follows me. You must be more alert and be careful of these guys!"

It is different from the Eastern Wei army. Even the soldiers of the Western Wei Academy, all the standards and requirements in the military camp are the same as ordinary soldiers. Chen Cao took the lead in running, and the food was no different. Although it was not harmonious enough that everyone was a close friend, the Death Face Team was also a member of the entire team! Listening to his stern voice, more than a dozen subordinates immediately became prepared.

But the incident happened a little faster than what the Dead Face Team had expected! Seeing him walking in a hurry, Zhao Chiyuan, who had just been ordered to open the door, came over with a smile on his face and bowed with a fist.

"Master, why are you..."

Puchi...

A sharp knife stabbed directly under his plate armor and his ribs. The cold weapon was inserted into his body. In an instant, the man on the Longshan Mountain's eyes popped out, full of disbelief, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. As the ring-headed knife was pulled away, he fell heavily to the ground with a plop.

However, the storm corps that committed the murder did not end well. Before he could completely pull out the knife with a ferocious expression, the dead face team was already pulling out the sheath at the speed of the white horse. The cold light inserted into his pupils. The tip of the knife hit the heavy helmet on the back of his head, and the man's expression suddenly froze.

"If you have a traitor, defend the city gate and don't let the barbarians enter the city!"

While drawing out the corpse, the Dead Face Team was roaring wildly. They could hold horse spoons in a large squad and a big pot, all of them were brothers. Seeing Zhao Chifeng being plotted against, the anger of more than ten people was completely aroused. They roared and pulled out the knife one after another. The entire city gate suddenly slashed and slashed each other.

But a mistake turned into eternal regret. Nothing more than this is said! The four traitors of the Storm Corps who were left at the city gate were just killed. Before the dead face team was shouting, pushing the door and closing the city gate. The huge force had already spread from outside the city gate, and the Wei army pushed the door and fell to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, amid the mess of Nanman yelling and cursing, the Nanman soldiers wearing animal leather jackets and even shirtless were crowded into the city like a yellow flood. Before several Wei troops could stand up, they were already trampled under countless steps.

Seeing the door hole full of thieves, his face opened his mouth fiercely like a lion. The next second, the Dead Face Team suddenly grabbed a soldier beside him and roared and shouted.

"You are the squad leader, and you will survive with your brothers! Then tell everyone, don't imitate me, Wang Ping!"

"Come on! Babies!"

The next second, he was like a madman, holding a knife and rushing into the crowd fiercely, and slashing like a whirlwind. With his exquisite knife skills, he cut over more than a dozen barbarians in succession, but in the end he was submerged in the crowd.

However, his final madness and sense of responsibility also won a glimmer of hope for the soldiers who followed him and the Liangzhou infantry guarding the city gate. Several people rushed forward spontaneously and intercepted the Shu army's supporters who rushed in from the city with their lives. The remaining ten people fled back to the city wall. A stream of wolf smoke, like a sign, marked the beginning of the hell in Chengdu tonight.

Looking at the rich Han people under the city, after a month, the barbarians of the southern central tribes could no longer hold on. They rushed in like tigers out of their cages, but there was no military organization at all. They rushed into the streets and alleys of the city in a mess, kicked open shops, murdered, set fire, robbed, raped, and raped. Born in the harsh environment of Nanzhong, the barbarian warriors had no psychological burden on all these crimes.

At this time, outside the city, looking at the blazing flames and listening to the shrill screams, the flames reflected on the red face of the plateau, Zhong Hui was not touched at all, but instead bowed with a smile.

"Prime Minister Zhuge, Chengdu City is yours!"

"But please don't forget the affection of our Sima Grand Sima!"

Listening to his pleasant voice, he was only in his early forties, but he was as old as about sixty. Zhuge Liang, whose face was full of wrinkles, was not happy at all. Looking at the city that was once the capital of Shu Han, the flames that were pushed into the abyss by him, he took a deep breath, then waved the goose feather fan in his hand forward, and shouted at the last thousands of core Han troops of Shu Han when he came with him this time.

"Step into Chengdu City, get weapons in Linmen Lane, and then enter the palace to welcome Your Majesty!"

"As for the order under the mark!"

…………

The fiery light was like cancer. One block after another was full of eyes, and the southern barbarians were scattered everywhere. However, in the crowd, there was a unit that was stabbing straight towards the palace located in the north of the city. Everyone had a strong flame of hope and madness burning in their eyes.

The Han Dynasty has been in more than 300 years, and this is the last Han army!
Chapter completed!