The sound of footsteps outside the ancestral hall came quickly, and the old servant Meng Zhong's voice was full of panic: "Master, something bad has happened! The Huns are coming to kill! Hu Chuquan, the Zuoxian King of the Southern Huns, personally led 10,000 cavalry and rushed towards Yongcheng County." Qin Lie's eyes flashed, he got on his horse and ran straight to the city wall. Military reports came one after another along the way - Yuanxiang County was destroyed, the city was massacred, and no civilians were left; Qinshui County was destroyed, people were burned, looted and killed; Yewang County was burned to ashes. Meng Zhong gritted his teeth and said, "Master, our city wall is already broken. There are only a few hundred guardsmen at full strength. There is no way to stop ten thousand cavalry. This old slave is left to guard the city. You should leave quickly!" Qin Lie stood on the city wall and looked into the distance with a cold face. He remembered the history of later generations too clearly - the Five Husbands disrupted China, the Central Plains fell, and the Han people became two-legged sheep at the mercy of others. For three hundred years, blood flowed like a river. He couldn't let this city go.
