Crossing the Nongmen: The Space of Doctor Women is on fire!

Chapter 311 There are thousands of changes in the mirror, and there are all kinds of forms in the world

The scene changed again, and it was the frontier gate that had suffered successive defeats, with numerous casualties and heavy snow covering the rolling mountains again, burying the deep red under the white snow.

At the foot of the snow-capped mountain, an isolated city stands. The city is barren, and there is faint heat coming out. When the picture changes, it is actually cooking people to eat!

The husband who was standing by the stove was indifferent to his wife's begging, and his wolf-like eyes only stared at the steaming pot.

In the pot, the child cried shrilly, rolled and struggled, and the sound became weaker if he couldn't be rescued. The boiling pot was just cooked "food".

The woman wept blood, unable to accept the facts, emotionally agitated, crashed into a pillar and died.

The people around me didn't show any pity, but they were only glad that they had another bite of "food" and could live another day, waiting for someone from outside the city to come to rescue them.

The picture turned again, and the haggard general was sitting in the camp tent, holding a document and crying uncontrollably.

The dignified and eight-foot general has experienced countless winds and rains, and walked through countless bloody corpses, but in front of the thin documents, he burst into tears.

The picture zoomed in, and Yang Jinfan could clearly see the words on the document.

It turned out that the imperial court had no plan to send reinforcements at all. The army had been out of food and grass for more than a month, and the people in the city donated food one after another, sold their wives and children, and there were many people who donated all their wealth to the army.

Afterwards, the army in the city was weak, unable to withstand the wave after wave of sneak attacks by the Huns and the Turks, so they had to close the city gates and retreat to the city, waiting for support.

This time, what was waiting was the edict from Beijing Zhongdan calling him back to Beijing alone.

There was no mention of food, supplies, or military support. He was only told to rush back to Beijing to be tried for "unnecessary" charges, otherwise his wife, children, and the nine clans would all be implicated.

The general put down the paperwork, closed his eyes, and his head hurt.

He walked up to the city tower alone and looked into the distance. In order to collect food for the army, people cannibalism has already appeared in the city, and there is no progress in the predicament. They... are they really going to die here?

On the streets of the city, there was a solitude.

An old man in the corner of the city held a broken bowl and was begging in ragged clothes. He was kicked over by someone without a grain of rice, and died alone in the cold and heavy snow.

In troubled times, the fate of the weak is especially tragic.

Children of a few years old were thrown into the pot for cooking, sold into the homes of officials, forced to confiscate their houses, and forced into slavery; women were sold, beaten, and boiled... there are sorrows everywhere.

The scene changed again, and the general left the snow-capped mountains alone.

Before leaving, he dropped all dignity and resistance, ordered the gates to be opened, and knelt down to beg the leader of the Xiongnu who came at night to let his people go.

The Huns agreed, but the city also belonged to them.

The general hurried all the way back to Kyoto, the bustling and bustling journey made him out of breath for no reason.

These people who live in happiness will never understand the miserable situation at the border, let alone the relatives of the emperors and relatives in the magnificent and gorgeous palaces.

There is a world of difference between the prosperity of the capital city and the miserable situation at the border. The general unloads his armor and enters Miyagi alone.

The singing and dancing in the city is peaceful, extravagant and extravagant, the delicate laughter of women and the bold and unrestrained voice of men are corrupt and harsh.

The emperor in charge seemed to be very satisfied with this kind of life, and seemed to enjoy it so much that he didn't want to eat minced meat, the table was sprinkled with fine wine, and the delicacies on the jade plate became the foil of the banquet.

Outside the city, the copper money in the hands of the people is not enough to buy food to fill their stomachs.

In the city, the high-ranking emperor discarded the people's fat and people's ointment he had looted at will.

The golden wall blurred the general's eyes and hurt the general's heart. All the sorrow and anger could only be swallowed desperately.

"While the rich wine and meat smell, the road with frozen bone."

Yang Jinfan stared blankly at the general's painful expression, and couldn't help but clenched his palms tightly, empathetic anger welling up in his heart.

The picture changed again, and it was the general holding his wife in the raging fire, dying in despair.

The picture is still turning, it is the frontier pass being occupied by the Huns, the leader of the Huns made a deep tribal salute to the capital of Beifeng Kingdom, feeling admiration for the young warrior.

The screen shifts to the Jiangnan where floods broke out. Months of torrential rains have washed away the upstream dams built, and none of the villages and county towns built near the water were spared.

There was no grain harvest, houses collapsed, the cries of children, the mournful cries of adults, the unbearable screams of bereaved relatives, the officials and bandits persecuted the common people, burned, killed and looted.

Power oppresses people, does not give people a way to live, officials and nobles unite, robs people's daughters, and forces them into prostitution every day. People who are extremely hungry also sell their wives and children, and cook people for food.

The picture was chaotic for a while, Yang Jinfan's face turned pale, and his heart ached one after another.

The scene changes to the day when she went to sea. She has already jumped into the sea. The young naval officer is still desperately steering, trying to quickly break away from the original route, divert the tracking artillery fire, and win a life for her underwater.

In the distance, a support team is coming, and because the ship has lost all contact, the officer cannot pass on the information.

He wanted to tell the support team from the periphery that this was a trap set by the enemy, and they could only die if they came.

However, everything was in vain, the artillery fire dyed the entire sea red, and all the officers who came were killed, including herself.

The picture turned again, and it was the relatives of the sailors holding their portraits in their hands and crying bitterly, watching their names engraved on the martyrs' tablet with their own eyes.

The single elderly mother cried until she fainted, her son was gone, and she was alone. How should she spend these long years alone?

The young child stays by his mother's side and doesn't know the concept of life and death, but he can also realize that his family has changed, his mother is very sad, and he seems to have no father.

The newly married woman was holding her stomach, her cheeks were wet with tears, and the child would never have the chance to see her father again. He promised her that she would come back safely, but he was a liar!
Holding the portrait of the deceased, the flowery girl said softly that preparations for the wedding have entered the final stage. The parents have chosen a wedding day for them, and they are waiting for him to return safely from the mission, and only for their own little family in the future.

The steely warrior also shed tears of tenderness. His bosom platoon leader, his good brother, they have no parents, they grew up together under the command of old general Yang, and have experienced countless battles. Brother, it is better to say that he is closer than his own brother.

He is dead, and he has no friends or relatives in this world anymore.

Not far away, an old man was holding the portrait of a young girl, his eyes were full of tears, and those who heard it were sad.

He was sorry for his wife, sorry for his dead son and daughter-in-law, and failed to protect his only granddaughter, who was a military doctor and was also named a martyr because of this naval battle.

He doesn't want her to be a martyr, the glory of the Yang family is already enough, he just wants her to live.

It's just that there is nothing if.

Those who were expected to survive still went.

Regret, regret after all.

(End of this chapter)