sinking into sand

In the seventh year of Jian'en, August [-]th, this day must be a very memorable day for the residents near Daocheng.

Not long before the autumn harvest day, many ordinary people who fled from Daocheng escaped from the day when Daocheng was slaughtered.If I can't go back home, I run to this neighborhood. Some relatives seek refuge with relatives, and those who have no relatives also seek a few relatives. After all, they refuse to go back.

The people in these villages and towns were afraid at first, not knowing what kind of king of Hades that Daocheng was.Let’s run, the autumn harvest is coming soon, the field is here, and the home is here, where can I escape?So most of the people didn't leave, they all waited in their yards, looking forward to the day of the autumn harvest.Button' group two <San Lin six (wine: two; three wine + six>

Actually nothing at first.

Hearing the tragic situation in Daocheng, many people were still a little uneasy when they started working in the fields. They felt that if they were not paying attention, there would be a group of strange-looking Huns on the street.These people have been almost demonized in the descriptions of those who escaped. They almost have four hands and three heads. They can scare people to death when they meet.

But the first day, the second day, and even the third day passed without incident.So these trembling people regained a little sense of security. They just felt that those people were guarding Daocheng, such a big city, and they didn't like them here.So they all devoted themselves to the autumn harvest in front of them.

Until the seventh day, the day before the end of the autumn harvest.

That day, the weather was fine and cloudless, and every village received a message that was said to be from some stormy valley in the nearby forest, saying that thieves would come soon, and that if they wanted to survive, they would Leu Ye hid in the nearby mountains.Someone will meet them.

At first, people just thought it was a prank, and no one believed it.It is even speculated that this is a conspiracy of those bandits, just to let people escape with their belongings, so that they can rob.Until those who escaped heard about this, their expressions changed one by one, and they immediately went home and packed their luggage. Those with family members took their family members and prepared to enter the mountain without waiting for dark.Their behavior somewhat caused some panic among other people.After some insignificant frictions, those who brought property into the mountains, and those who stayed in the fields, were clearly divided into two groups, each of whom felt that good words were not persuasive.

The consequences of their choices will be revealed soon.

The eighth day is the last day of autumn harvest.On that day, the peasants got up earlier than the sun.

One reason is that there were a lot of people who went into the mountain noisily in the town yesterday, which disturbed them to rest.On the other hand, it is also because today is the last day, so if you start work early, you can rest early.

But what they didn't expect was that what was waiting for them in the fields was not only the rice at the end of the autumn harvest, but also the cold sword of the refugee army.

The blood stained the earth red before the sun rose.

These intruders soon discovered that the number of people in the village was wrong. It seemed that many people had run away with their belongings. They grabbed the people who were still alive in the village and asked where they were going. They soon learned that these people had fled to the mountains and forests. news.

Some of them knew that there were bandits in these forests, but many of them didn't know that they had united. They only knew that there was friction. The Wushui Village was lost a few days ago, and many people died.

Many people did not choose to look for this bad luck. They just came to rob food today, so there is no need to make things too complicated.

But there are also people who think otherwise.

A few people who looked like Huns found a box when they plundered a village.Now they are full, chewing steamed buns and bacon, and finally have a little interest in things other than food.

The box was exquisitely crafted, and the carver on it was not cheap at first glance, and more importantly, there was a scattered pearl in the box.

After intimidating a few farmers at random, the group figured out the direction the owner of the box was fleeing to.

The one at the head has a pair of fierce narrow eyes.He looked at the forest not far away, and he still remembered that another group of brothers went into the mountain to look for food and never came back.

But so what, it's a pearl.

Those who don't come back are just too weak, or have bad luck.It may also be that I have been hungry for too many days and feel dizzy, so I didn't come back.

He is different, he just ate noodles and meat, and he still has human blood on his hands, now he is as strong and brave as a god.

He quickly made a decision and asked the brothers around him to bring bacon and other things with them, formed a team, rode on horses, and went straight into the woods.

People who run away at night are not good at hiding their whereabouts. The roads in the mountains and forests are full of footprints of these people, and this group of people quickly determined their direction.They looked at the tracks as if they had seen prey shivering at the end.

They followed the trail and chased after it.

Not far away, there are deep mountains and foothills.

The morning light lit up little by little in the thickest night.Ye Wanwan and her party were wearing light armor and hibernating on the cliffs on both sides of the Lu Mountain Stream.

The news of Daocheng kept coming, just as they expected, there were more and more Huns coming to the forest one after another.These followed the footprints that were deliberately left for them, step by step into the dead place that had been prepared for them.

When the first group of Huns showed up, Ye Wanwan, who was staring at them, finally entered the ambush circle and finally spoke.

"Start throwing stones."

Throw stones, shoot arrows, clean the battlefield, and wait for the next group of people.

On this day, the Lushan Stream seemed to have become a gateway of death, and no Huns who set foot here would survive.

Si En was in Hanhao Village, checking the news reports from various places in the mountains and forests one by one.It was all good news, but she still frowned tightly, not daring to relax at all.

Cleaning up these Huns and other pursuers into the forest is just the first thing. They have a big plan today, and they really dare not make a mistake.

The aggression in the farmland and the massacre in the mountains and forests lasted for almost a day.

At dusk, those who pursued the forest came out.

They must have encountered a difficult battle. Everyone was covered in blood, and some of them couldn't even see their faces clearly.But there is still a lot to gain, and the cart beside him is full of various belongings.

These people went to the villages and towns that had almost been robbed, packed some leftover cereals and grains, and then walked in the direction of Daocheng.

When the refugee army guarding the city saw them coming back, they were filled with a strong smell of blood, and couldn't help but frown.But this group of Huns usually had a lot of lust, and they didn't like to see each other, so they didn't talk much, and directly opened the city gate and let them in.

The Huns entered the city, and Daocheng gradually fell into the night.

Today's Daocheng seems to be very happy. Everyone went out to grab a circle, and the supplies were very abundant.The bonfire in the city defense station was lit again, and the group drank and ate meat, enjoying themselves until the middle of the night, before they fell into a deep sleep.

In this thick and dark night, outside Daocheng, someone came down the mountain again.

There are a large number of these people, nearly ten thousand, and each of them is wearing light armor and holding a steel knife.It's like a silent ghost, only the slight sound of footsteps when marching.

In the surrounding villages and towns that had been slaughtered, no one noticed them until they reached the gate of Daocheng. Even the guards at the gate of Daocheng didn't even issue any warning for some reason.

After the third watch, in the dark night, these people squatted beside the gate in the north of Daocheng, waiting for news from the city.

After another half an hour, the city gate opened from the inside under the gaze of more than 1 pairs of eyes.

Daocheng broke the city again.

In the darkness, the city was opened from the inside, and everyone in the Valley of Storms, holding refined iron, swarmed in, with a clear goal, and went straight to the various outposts and city defenses in the city.The two sides fought in the almost dilapidated streets and alleys of Daocheng, and the shouts of killing could be heard endlessly.This battle took place very quickly and fiercely. In the case that the equipment of the two sides is not bad, in many cases, victory is not only based on the number of people, but also on belief.

When entering the city, everyone's eyes turned red.Many of them escaped from Daocheng, but they are back now.

As for the members of the refugee army, most of them were just soldiers for profit. Compared with the hatchback, they retreated steadily in the face of surging hatred and anger.

The fighting was over before dawn.

When the first rays of the morning sun projected into the world again, the tired wanderers saw clearly the land they had just driven off the intruders again.

The bloody stench filled the city, and there were mutilated corpses everywhere, piled up on the side of the road and neglected, they had already rotted away.These corpses filled all the ditches and open spaces in Daocheng, and the internal organs and meat moss smeared the ground.

There are also some dying women in the city defense post after being humiliated in every possible way.Like livestock, they were roped around their necks and tied to stakes, covered in dirt and mud.

As for babies and children, none survived the catastrophe.

The people who entered the city were shocked by this huge tragedy, and the joy of victory and driving off the invaders was transformed into great grief without the slightest perception, and the sound of crying filled the field.

In Hanhao Village, Si En received the news from Daocheng, the sun was shining, and she seemed to see the scene of Peony Academy through this city.

Blood, dead people, the madness and grinning of the invaders, and the indifference and forgetfulness of the people in the Lijiang River.

Women, children, the Peony Academy of that day, or Daocheng today, maybe they can all be attributed to their own weakness for experiencing these tragedies.But the weak in this world are always relative, no one can escape this vortex, when fate befalls you, who knows what is strong.

This is the way of the world where the weak prey on the strong, and it shouldn't be like this.