There were endless screams everywhere, earth-shaking, rivers of blood, and the strong smell of blood was nauseating.
This village is unfortunate. In the raging fire, it will soon burn to ashes.
A group of inhumane bandits, about twenty of them, rode on horses and held knives, killing all the men, old people, and children in the village, and plundered all the valuables and food, and returned home with a full load.
"Hahahaha——" came the ferocious and satisfied smiles of these robbers.
There were still a dozen young and middle-aged women left, who were tied up with thick ropes and dragged behind the horses, ready to be taken back to the village to "enjoy" them slowly.
The women's hair was messy, their clothes were disheveled, and their faces were all crying and full of despair. They stared at these bandits with terrifying eyes, angry and frightened.
Killing them all, looting them all, and setting them on fire in an attempt to burn them all away for their crimes.
"Boss, we have a great harvest this time, but it's a pity that none of those women are outstanding." A tall, thin man with a long scar on his face glanced at the woman behind him.
"Okay, it's not all your fault, my second brother. You don't know how to show mercy at all. When you see a pretty girl, you get too impatient and drive her to death." The leader was a very burly man.
, rolled his eyes at this tall and thin guy.
The bandits' cavalry moved forward slowly, dragging a group of women behind them.
The women kept crying and crying, which made the "oldest man"'s ears uneasy. He roared extremely impatiently: "You are crying, if you keep making noise, I will throw you all into the pot, cook them and eat them!"
The murderous devil can say this and can definitely do it. The women will not doubt it, and the sounds they started to cry gradually turned into suppressed sobs.
"Uh, brother, how can you be so ignorant of tenderness? You should be more gentle when you treat girls." The bandit leader had a beard, but he pretended to be gentle and thought he was gentle and elegant.
"Yes, yes, that's what the elder brother taught me." The thin man and the second child showed a lewd smile on his face.
"The weather is nice today, I can't help but recite a poem. Goose, goose, goose, singing to the sky, white hair floating on the green water, anthurium stirring the clear waves." The bandit leader said, shaking his hair as much as possible.
Control your shiny hair and show your elegance.
"Ah! What a poem! What a poem! No one can be as talented and handsome as the elder brother. Hey, no matter how young he is, no woman can escape his charm."
He began to flatter him, and others also agreed.
The bandit leader is a super narcissist. He listens to these "sweet words" with pleasure. I don't know if there are too many people who are flattering him. Over time, he really feels that he is a once-in-a-thousand-year-old handsome man, and he returns the favor.
Playing with a white fan, arty.
"Wait for a thousand years, never come back..." The bandit leader hummed a ditty, with an intoxicated expression on his face, and composed and sang to himself happily.
The extremely unpleasant voice floated in the forest, making others confused, but one person thought it was an eternal song.
"Big boss, look ahead!" A voice sounded, interrupting this "sound of nature" and saving the lives.
The bandit leader looked over at the sound pointed by his men. Not far ahead, there was a person lying on the ground, who seemed to be a woman.