547. Chapter 546 The wind is confused and the smoke rises 26
"father……"
Although the little boy couldn't see clearly who was lying there, he wanted to try his luck, so he shouted at the big pit.
Everyone was shocked by the little boy's actions, including other people who had just seen someone coming but didn't know what was going on at first. They were frightened and confused, but at this moment, no one was dragged out to be executed anymore, which made their heartsache.
He also calmed down slightly. At this time, everyone seemed to be stabbed in the heart when they heard the little boy calling him daddy.
Kneeling at the back of the crowd were women and children. One of the women, whose face was too dirty to be seen, suddenly lit up. There were clear tear marks on her face, and the skin was exposed after the tears washed away.
It was delicate white. Her eyes were round and round, and the black pupils expanded and contracted violently.
He clenched his hands tightly into a fist and stood up involuntarily.
Everyone around her looked worried, and their eyes were full of sympathy when they looked at her.
If you dare to stand up, you will either be dragged out and killed, or you will be whipped directly.
Those Mongolians guarding you are demons. They will not pity you. They regard the lives of the Han people as worse than animals. Not long ago, some of them wanted to escape, so they were treated as fun by the Mongols, and one after another
An arrow flew past, taking away the lives of these lowly Han people.
Everyone was a little nervous and looked at the woman with wide eyes. Is this woman crazy? Does she want to commit suicide by standing up at this time?
However, the woman didn't pay attention to these glances at all. Her eyes were staring straight at the little boy beside the huge pit. Her heart could not help but beat wildly. That was her son, her son, that was her son.
She saw it, even though it was just a silhouette, but it was born from her belly. No matter what he looked like, no matter where he was, she would recognize it as her son as long as she saw it.
There was a "pop" sound from the whip, and strong wind blew past my ears.
The woman trembled in fear, but there was no pain on her back. Her tense nerves relaxed, and her steps suddenly swayed. But at this time, she knew that she could not fall down, so she gritted her teeth and stood firm.
Keep yourself standing straight.
The cold wind in November is already very cold, and it makes people feel sore when it blows on their faces. The clouds in the sky are getting lower and lower, and a piece of snowflake falls from the sky, turning into a little drop of water before it hits the ground.
The woman walked forward step by step, but her steps were very unsteady. One leg was stiff and dragged, and occasionally she could use a little strength. She wanted to shout, but her throat seemed to be blocked and she could not make a sound. Only
That low and hoarse "son...er..."
Those who were kneeling honestly also noticed the difference and secretly looked at the person next to them who was wielding the whip. They saw that the hand of the Mongolian soldier was being held by another soldier, and the two were still whispering.
something.
Originally, these people were kneeling in a relatively dense crowd, but at this moment, someone suddenly walked from behind and naturally caused some commotion. However, due to the guards next to them, each one of them still obediently moved out of a narrow path.
On this side, the woman is staggering towards her son. On the other side, the little boy is trying hard to find his father in the pit. On the third side, although Arnold has a faint smile on his face, he keeps paying attention to the other person from the corner of his eye.
Movement on both sides.
In the twelfth year of the Yuan Dynasty, the first snow in Changzhou came at this time.