Puh-puh-puh!
One after another, people were shot down to the ground, screaming as they were trampled over, falling into pools of blood, their cries gradually fading away.
By the time over a thousand Liang people reached the Camp, already three to four hundred had died.
The remaining five to six hundred, carrying ladders, directly leaned them against the Camp walls and climbed up in tears and shouts.
"Don't throw stones, don't throw stones."
"Stop pouring feces! Stop, please, I beg you."
"I never meant to charge the ranks, I just want to live, let me up. Once I'm up, I definitely won't kill, I want to surrender, I want to go home."
"I'm from the Liang army, I want to return to my unit, I want to return to the Camp."
"Don't kill me."
Hundreds of people from Liang were jammed beneath the Camp, crying and pleading to the heavens.
The Liang soldiers on the wall, seeing this scene, each revealed an expression of being unable to bear it on their faces.
