Dream Hua Embers Records

The flow of people is like a torrent, and people can't help themselves in it.

Puhan has been in the army for a long time, and he is well aware of the power of this kind of turmoil. Although he is worried, he still tries to stay calm.

Pu Han thought about the situation, he didn't dare to hold Yan Yin on his shoulders or behind his back, he just hugged his chest with both hands, protected his safety with his whole body, let go of his steps, and ran fast.

The crowd ran like crazy, and many of them held "weapons" such as wooden sticks, poles, and bamboo poles in their hands, but they didn't know where the enemy was.Puhan not only had to avoid these "weapons" carefully, but also had to speed up as much as possible to overtake the others. He wanted to get to the east wall city gate as soon as possible, so it was even more difficult to get on.

Even though Puhan is tall and burly, he was almost knocked down by the flow of people several times, and he stabilized his figure only after stumbling.Puhan knew that in such a situation, it would be difficult to get up if he fell, and he would eventually be trampled to death by the crowd behind him. He avoided the danger a few times, but couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat.

Just a few steps ahead, a thirteen or fourteen-year-old slender boy was pushed down by someone, rolled a few times in the crowd, and was finally trampled into minced meat by the chaotic footsteps, leaving only A few intermittent screams and screams, mixed with the chaotic voices, he didn't pay attention at all... The red paper lantern that was originally held in his hand was blown by the wind and surrounded by the flow of people, but it rolled forward a long way , but in the end it was trampled into a flat piece of red paper, like a dream full of prosperity, shattered, and turned into a bleak blood...

Puhan lowered his head to look at Yan Yin, and seeing his big eyes wide open, looking at him suspiciously, he said, "Close your eyes, don't look at anything, trust me, I will keep you safe."

"Yes..." Yan Yin agreed softly, and slowly closed her eyes.

There are more and more people, and the speed of running is getting faster and faster.Puhan also gradually approached the front of the team.

Suddenly, a small child wearing a tiger-head cap appeared in the field of vision, only about four or five years old, crying loudly against the flow of people. There were no adults around, so he must have lost his way.

Puhan yelled inwardly that he couldn't do it, he rushed over with a stride, wrapped around his hands, and gently and deftly threw the child on the mat shed of the roadside teahouse.The child was very light, and the mat shed was strong, it only sank slightly, but it caught the child firmly.The child was still covering his face and weeping loudly, as if he didn't know that he had fought back and forth from the gate of hell just now.

Pu Han turned around and was about to move forward, when he suddenly felt a pain in his left leg, he turned around to look, but saw a cast iron stove hook stuck in his calf.The owner of the furnace hook has long since disappeared, and it is unknown whether it was intentional or accidental.

With such a long thing on his leg, he couldn't run.Puhan gritted his teeth, and pulled out the furnace hook suddenly, a line of blood flew out, and there was a piece of meat on the tip of the furnace hook, Puhan trembled in pain.

"What's wrong?" Yan Yin asked, opening her eyes.

"It's okay..." Puhan looked up at the Xisong Gate Tower, which was in the distance, took a deep breath, and comforted Yan Yin, "We'll be there soon, close your eyes, be good."

Yan Yin closed her eyes obediently.

In just such a moment, the people behind caught up like a tide.

Puhan didn't dare to delay, let alone bend over to bandage the wound, so he could only breathe a sigh of relief and run forward.

In the midst of winter, Puhan actually broke out in hot sweat, the sweat trickled down his cheeks and dripped onto Yanyin's face.Yan Yin's eyelashes fluttered slightly, as if it was a little itchy, but she still closed her eyes obediently.

Suddenly, there was a commotion ahead, and another wave of people rushed over from another intersection.

On the cross street, people crowded together immediately.Everyone was struggling, pushing, trying to escape, like a school of fish caught in a net.In an instant, the pushing turned into a fight. Some people fell to the ground, some were injured, and some even danced wildly with sticks, like madmen.

Puhan hugged Yan Yin firmly with one arm, and waving the stove hook with the other arm to protect his upper body, walked steadily, and gradually moved to the edge of the crowd...

"As long as you pass through this group of people, you can go straight to the city gate..." Puhan thought, biting his blood-stained lips, and was about to pick up his breath and move quickly when a tall pole on the street brought him The flag on it slowly fell down with the sound of the wind.

Pu Han hastily turned around to protect Yan Yin, and stood aside.

The strong wind from the falling pole was like a sharp blade, and the turban on Puhan's head was swept off.

Puhan's hairstyle is exactly the most common one for people in the source country: the top is shaved off, leaving only four weeks around, and the hair is not tied.Such a hairstyle is difficult to tie into a bun and wrap a turban.Puhan was not very good at combing Zhao Guoren's hairstyle, so he just tied it up indiscriminately.The turban was originally very loose, but after running all the way, it was pulled by the flag again, and it completely fell apart.

"Tarja! That man is a Tartar from Yuan Country!"

I don't know who uttered a shout, and everyone looked over in unison.

Puhan groaned inwardly, he frantically danced the furnace hook in his hand, leaped several times, and rushed towards the dense crowd.

Puhan tried to hide in the crowd to conceal his identity as a native countryman, but he was too tall, even though he was hunched over, the bald scalp on the top of his head was still very eye-catching.

People gradually gathered around, Puhan had no choice but to turn around and fight. Those Daliang people were naturally not Puhan's opponents, but because of the large number of people, they still blocked Puhan's footsteps.

Puhan's cheek was swept by someone's bamboo pole, making a big gash, and the blood dripped down, dripping on Yanyin's face.

Yan Yin felt that the heat on his face was slightly different from the feeling of sweat, so he quickly wiped it with his hands, opened his eyes to look, but saw a dazzling red, looked up to see Puhan, and saw that his hair had fallen down , with blood stains stuck to his face, making his face hideous.

Yan Yin frowned and thought for a while, then took off the hood on her head, stretched her arms, and put them on top of Puhan's head.

Puhan secretly called smart!He quickly reached out and pressed the hood, straightened the two straps, and signaled Yan Yin to help tie the knot.

Although the hood is in the shape of a child, the drape underneath is so long that it can cover the shoulders, so it barely fits on an adult's head.

Yan Yin was very nervous, shaking her little hands to fasten the belt.

After such a pause, Puhan felt a sudden pain in his vest. Knowing that he had been attacked, he suppressed his composure and waited for Yanyin to fasten the straps before he dropped the stove hook. I got rid of those people and mixed into the crowd.

Puhan worked hard, hiding here and there, finally broke through the chaotic crowd, and came to the east side of the intersection, Fang let out a sigh of relief.

Yan Yin stretched out her hand, and gently wiped the wound on Pu Han's face with her sleeve.

"We'll be at Xisong Gate soon!" Puhan's voice was soft, but full of joy.

Yan Yin was also overjoyed, showing a bright smile.

Puhan raised his head to look at the gate tower of Xisong Gate, but he saw rows of archers standing on the top of the city densely, bowing their bows and setting arrows, and the sharp clusters of arrows pointed straight at the group of people below the city.In the city gate hole, there is even more vaguely the figure of the most elite cavalry under the prince's command - the iron kite army, which seems to be ready to go.

"Could it be that the city is really going to be massacred?" Puhan's heart trembled, and unconsciously, he hugged Yan Yin even more tightly.

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