546. Chapter 545 The wind is confused and the smoke rises 25
The little boy ran all the way to the group of people.
The common people in Changzhou were all forced to kneel on the ground, with no ropes tied around them, but no one dared to stand up and run away. This does not mean that there are not a few brave people who take the lead, but they are just being beaten by Yuan soldiers.
After the shooting, everyone was in despair. In their hearts, it would be faster to escape death.
The little boy stood in front of that group of people, looking at a group of faces that were both familiar and unfamiliar.
Not a single piece of clothing among the people in Changzhou was clean. Looking at the appearance of these people, they were obviously the poorest. Presumably, if it weren't for their poverty, they might have already fled when the war broke out.
The city that originally had hundreds of thousands of people now only has tens of thousands left.
What kind of disaster is this?
A cloud of mist rose in the little boy's eyes, and he bit his lip and refused to cry. He was scared, so scared that he did not dare to take a step, fearing that he would still not see his parents after walking through the crowd.
"You are Mr. Zhu's child, right?"
A weak voice came from behind the crowd, and for a moment I didn't know who had said this.
The little boy's eyes lit up, he stood on tiptoes and looked into the crowd.
This was a mass of black people, all kneeling on the ground, most of them with their heads lowered, and some suppressing their cries. Because of the dirt, everyone seemed to be the same. However, the voice just now
But he heard it clearly.
"Yes, I am..." the little boy shouted loudly.
The speaker stood up. He was in the fourth row of the crowd. He was short and had a wrinkled face. His back was hunched due to his age, as if he was carrying a heavy burden on his back. He stretched out his hand,
Pointing to the big pit, tears flowed from the filthy bird's nest, leaving a clear mark on the dark face, "Your dad, your dad fell into that pit."
"What?" The little boy didn't seem to hear him clearly, or maybe he just wanted the other person to say it again and give a different answer.
"In the pit, fell into the pit." The old man burst into tears. He didn't even cry when he was facing death. But now he feels sad from the bottom of his heart.
In Changzhou City, those who could escape had already left long ago, and those who could not escape were killed when they entered the city. Those who were hiding were all caught here, and the young and strong men were picked up and killed. Twenty at a time
, twenty at a time, the heads rolled on the ground one by one. After being covered with blood and mud, they were picked up by the Mongolians and placed not far away like decorations.
The little boy turned around and looked at the huge pit, "My dad was..." He couldn't continue. He opened his mouth, but forgot how to breathe. His eyes gradually turned to the big pit.
In a clearing in the distance, a black and bloody human head stood there.
"Impossible, impossible." The little boy ran to the big pit and saw that everyone in the pit turned pale. His stomach hit his throat hard, and he spit out the bitter bile. But
At this time, he couldn't care so much. He looked at the pit, suppressing the fear in his heart, and scanned the lifeless corpses one by one.
However, there were too many corpses, densely covered layer by layer. Only in the middle of the open space was a corpse with a head lying there.