C3390 Blizzard City Martyrs (1/2)

Ka Puqiagai had already gone mad. The flames that were calling the police shot up into the sky, and the small city of 3000 people immediately turned into a chaotic vortex.

The adults and children were crying, even the animals were restless. All the families were packing up their belongings and preparing to escape, no one had any hope of being kind to the Russian.

”Run, run!” Hurry up and run … Russian knows how to slaughter cities, they eat human flesh raw … Flee! ”

The panic line was increasing exponentially. The small town had gone completely crazy.

Everyone was fleeing towards the east, trying to escape to the north through the Huiyuan City. The desert people from the north would definitely die, and the south would be Yaqub's territory.

To the west facing the mountain peaks of Russian, whoever goes there will seek death!

They had to head east, towards the country of etiquette. Only there would people have a way to survive!

It was only at this time that people remembered the benefits of the Qing Dynasty. Although the rule of the Qing Dynasty was not that great, corrupt officials ran rampant and tax revenues ran high.

However, without comparison, there would be no harm. In China, that ancient country with thousands of years of culture and history, even the government was a bit greedy, but they didn't want to die!

Even in the Qing Dynasty, life was tough, but at least he could live, at least have a peaceful meal!

Compared to the cruel Russian, this life was like heaven!

People forgot all the complaints from the past. At that moment, they only had one thought in their minds, and that was to head east to the Northern Frontier. Only then could they live!

Gordon's Expedition was gathered among them. Duo Luo and Guan Lu looked at the numb faces of the people who were trying to escape, and couldn't tell what it felt like in their hearts.

The river was filled with men, women and children carrying bags and carrying their families. The herdsmen were reluctant to part with their livestock as they chased after the people and cattle.

In this chaotic moment of life and death, humans had already lost the ability to think. They would never think about it, and following the masses at this moment was actually the most dangerous.

This was because the Russian would definitely chase after the areas with the most people. Wherever the population and wealth were, the mountain peaks of the Russian would also be there!

At this time, if they were to escape in a curved line, first towards the north or the south, escape for a few dozen miles, then take a detour towards the north. Perhaps their chances of success would be higher, but the cold and fear had already caused them to lose the ability to think.

A group of sheep and cows rushed to Duo Luo's side. The strong bull even squeezed the path of his horse. Duo Luo's horse was so angry that it seemed he was going to lose his temper. However, he couldn't stop the group. He could only give way.

”How can this be? It's fine if it's just humans, but to think that they would be able to bring so many cattle and horses and donkeys to escape.

Guan Lu's face was ashen, the horses in front of him had more than 30 sheep blocking the road, and they had even blocked Expedition into three sections.

That's right, it's too dangerous, with so many people, so many animals crowded together, the target is too big, Russian will definitely not let us off!

”How can we escape?” How can you escape from this! ”

The two of them turned their heads to look at the chaotic little city at the same time. Their hearts were twisted like blades, none of the thirty-six kulun senile stroke s were willing to leave with them just now.

These veterans had thrown their entire life's lives away here, they were already prepared to be martyred!

Expedition was sent away by the thirty six senile stroke. The only wish of these white-haired, grey-haired senile stroke was for Duo Luo and Guan Lu to take away their names.

”We can't go back to the thirty-six names …” In the future, the Emperor will take back this place. Don't forget to erect a memorial for us and carve the names of our thirty-six old brothers into a stone tablet … ”

”That's it, that's it …” Goodbye... No, no, no... I'll never see you again! ”

There was still one last carrier pigeon in the Kulun military station. This pigeon was already old and had been raised like a pet by the senile stroke.

But today, the carrier pigeon was brought out and an urgent message was tied to its leg.