Looking eagerly at the leader who was slowly riding over, Qian Qian seemed to see muddy tears flowing from the eyes of the old man with a face that looked like a bitter melon.
There was a child in the distance who seemed to be shouting and wanted to run over. Qianqian followed the shout and ran over. Those people just now had already run to a relatively far place. A few people even stopped and stared helplessly.
It looks like a miracle can happen.
Qian Qian guessed that the child who was crying hard just now must be the descendant of this old man, and his heart suddenly felt like someone was tugging hard, and he couldn't bear to look at it carefully.
"Let's rush to save people now! If it's too late, it might be too late!"
Qian Qian clenched her fists and said: "We really can't take action rashly now. With the strength of you and me, these few soldiers are not scary. But if you think about it carefully, these Liao soldiers can be such a small detachment."
Are you acting alone? This is the hinterland of Dongyi!"
In fact, there is another reason in Qian Qian's heart that cannot be expressed.
These are all Liao people, her father's men. Is Prince Yelu okay?
Although he is not my biological father in the strict sense, he is, after all, my relative living in this body! In this vast and unfamiliar space, he is the person who is related to me by blood. And these men with ferocious faces wielding swords are all
They are my people.
Qian Qian listened to them speaking loudly in words that she didn't understand. A feeling of national loss gradually made her lose her due judgment. In that moment, she almost confused the boundaries between good and evil, right and wrong, and forgot about this.
This is pure bullying, with officers and soldiers bullying unarmed civilians!
Seeing that they were about to raise their swords, Nan Meng saw that Qian Qian had not moved yet, so he shouted loudly and rushed out regardless. Qian Qian still didn't seem to have come back to her senses, and stared blankly at Nan Meng alone.
Single-handedly, he disrupted the two neatly arranged formations.
Qian Qian thought about going out to help Nan Meng and save the innocent old man, but her legs and feet refused to obey her orders, as if they were filled with lead.
From a rough look, there were at least twenty or thirty of these officers and soldiers. It was more than enough for Nanmeng to deal with these people by himself, but it would be a bit difficult to protect the old man who had no martial arts skills at the same time.
Sure enough, when Nan Meng was risking his life to deal with these people, Qian Qian saw the leader say something, and the person next to him raised his head and chopped it off at the old man!
As the child in the distance let out a tragic scream that cut through the dazzling day, a flash of blood flashed in front of Qian Qian, and she saw the old man's head being thrown away high, and then fell to the ground two steps away, like a
A round ball rolled twice, and an extremely irregular and horrifying trace of blood immediately appeared on the ground.
The headless corpse not far away almost fell to the ground together with the head. The whole process was extremely short, almost in the blink of an eye. There were no dying screams or wailings, just the struggle of relatives far away.