A heavy rain in a small valley covered up a lot of things, washed away a lot of things, and even destroyed a lot of things.
After the storm, what you see is not a rainbow, but a mess. Bodies are scattered everywhere, helmets and armor are discarded, swords are everywhere, and rivers of blood flow.
A man who was too surprised to say anything else.
A young boy who is so cold and indifferent to everything.
"Why?" The boy, Chen Mo stabbed the person in front of him in the chest with the knife in his hand. Looking at the surprised look in his eyes, he asked lightly, should he answer him? I don't think so, because it makes no sense.
"Chen Mo, is it possible that you are from the Chu country?" The man couldn't believe it. This little guy was captured by the border army at the age of twelve. The people arrested with him were all from a small village. That village was indeed
The Xia Kingdom is close to the Liang Kingdom and is out of reach of the Chu Kingdom. If it is said that it is from the Liang Kingdom, it may be possible, but to say that it is from the Chu Kingdom is a bit unbelievable.
"No." Chen Mo still looked calm. There was still blood flowing out of his chest, where he was stabbed by the man before.
"Then why did you..." The man vomited blood. Before he died, he still wanted to know why the young man did this. However, before he could wait for the young man's answer, he exhaled his last breath.
"Because I want to leave." The boy answered, although the man couldn't hear him.
There is only one living person left in this small valley, this innocent little village. No one outside will know what is going on here in a short time, and maybe no one will know for a long time.
The young man did not pull out the knife, he no longer needed it. Dragging heavy steps, stepping on the rain mixed with yellow mud and blood, click, click, he walked towards the house closest to him, which was the house where he fought.
house.
A big hole was broken in one of the walls of the house, and it suddenly became much brighter. The things in the house were messed up and beyond recognition. Bodies were lying in various positions, including those of innocent villagers, enemies, and even my own companions.
guy.
Chen Mo didn't intend to help them collect the corpses. He walked around the lifeless flesh and looked around, as if he was looking for something.
When he walked to the place where the two corpses overlapped, his foot was pulled by something, which shocked Chen Mo: Is there anyone alive?!
The tense body suddenly retreated, and he pulled out a knife stuck in the ground. The blade was like lightning, and it pierced the pile of corpses.
It's just that the tip of the knife stopped when it penetrated the body within an inch. It's not that he has no strength. Even though he is seriously injured now, he can still do it against an opponent who is not like the man before.
He stopped, only to see the hand he had just pulled, and the little hand was waving wildly. The owner of the hand was pressed by two corpses, and only the helpless little hand was exposed, covered with blood, as if it was from the netherworld.
The hands of the survivors who escaped were only slightly smaller.
Looking at this little hand, the little doll flashed in Chen Mo's mind. After he broke into this house and fought with that man for the first time, he killed another person, and that person was at that time.
He was holding a little baby, a baby that was no more than ten years old.
Chen Mo dropped the knife in his hand and wanted to turn around and leave, but did not leave. As if he was thinking for a while, he turned around again and came to the struggling little hand, bent down, and reached out to grab the wrist of the little hand.
The little hand stopped struggling, as if grasping a life-saving straw, and grabbed Chen Mo's hand.
Chen Mo used force, like pulling out a carrot, and pulled out a small doll from under the two corpses, and then flicked it aside without paying any attention to it.
I don’t know if this is to save you or kill you.
Chen Mo muttered something silently in his mind and found a clean place to sit down. At the same time, there was a burst of crying in the room.
Chen Mo ignored the cry of the child, and slowly untied the armor on his body, untying it very carefully. After taking it off, he threw the armor to his side and fell to the ground with a dull sound. If those lying on the ground were
The corpse on the ground has a soul. When they saw this scene, they must be very surprised: Grandpa, why is this kid's armor so heavy!
Chen Mo took a few breaths and looked at the broken knife on his chest. It was from the previous knife. In order to kill the last survivor, he broke the knife and left part of it on his body. He had to get it out now.
.
He took off the last piece of clothing, exposing his thin and lean upper body, stuffed part of the clothing into his mouth, then took out a small cloth ball from his waist, put it aside and opened it, and pinched it with the fingers of his right hand, but only half of it was exposed outside the body.
inch blade.
Taking a deep breath and applying force with his fingers, the broken blade was slowly pulled out. The cold sweat on his forehead slid down his thin cheeks, dripping on his arms and on his thighs when he was sitting cross-legged.
After the broken blade was pulled out a little, there were more places to hold it. With a push of his fingers, the broken blade was pulled out and was thrown aside by Chen Mo. There was a clang on the ground, and the crying in the room stopped instantly.
The wound continued to bleed, and Chen Mo's breathing became even more rapid. His red eyes happened to see the child he had left aside, and they looked at each other.
The child covered his mouth with bright red hands and stared at the ferocious young man in front of him with wide eyes. He did not dare to make any sound, just like the wolf he saw on the mountain when he was a child. He was afraid that something bad would happen to him in the next moment. In fact, the child himself
He didn't even know that his face was also covered in blood stains, and he was probably even more frightened when he saw his appearance.
Chen Mo ignored the child, and with his right hand took out a thin needle from the cloth he had just prepared, and threaded a thin thread through the end of the needle. If the needle hadn't been curved, it would have been almost the same as Nühong's needlework.
My left hand was injured when I grabbed the knife, so I couldn't do much. I had to use my right hand, holding the needle and thread, and with the child's horrified eyes, stitch by stitch on the wound stabbed by the knife, and mended it with difficulty.
I don’t know why the child didn’t faint from fright. Perhaps he was afraid that he would never wake up if he fainted, or maybe he still had his eyes open but he had actually passed out.
After tying a knot and breaking the rope, the surging blood from the wound stopped. Chen Mo took out a small bottle from his waist, removed the cork, poured the white powder in the bottle onto the wound, and from time to time came out of this quiet house.
There was a sound of gasping for cold air.
Finally, he used the prepared cloth to wrap up the wound with difficulty. After doing all this, Chen Mo let go of the cloth in his mouth.
Fortunately, he was not penetrated by the knife, otherwise Chen Mo would have to spend more effort.
The rain outside was still pattering, not heavy, but it was not easy to move, and the sky outside was gradually getting darker.
"I'll give you two choices. One, get me some water, and two, run away now, or you won't be able to run away until I regain my strength."
Chen Mo's voice made the child tremble, and his somewhat frightened eyes looked towards the other two places in the room, where a woman and a man dressed as a villager were lying.
"They are dead." Chen Mo said lightly. "Do you know what death means?"
The child nodded. After waiting for a while, the child moved his stiff body, looked at the two corpses that should be their parents, and ran out.
Watching the child disappear, Chen Mo ignored the choice he made.
He stood up from the ground with difficulty and walked towards the scattered clothes in the room.
The scattered clothes were taken out from the previous battle and were the clothes of the villagers here. Chen Mo rummaged around and found clothes that looked like children. After looking at them, he realized that it was a female doll.
Even if you are a boy, the clothes of that age are not suitable for you, so you can only wear the clothes of the adult villager. It is a bit too big, so if you pin it and prick it, it will still be fine.
I found some clothes and some unused ones, thinking that I would use some rainwater to clean the blood stains on my body. When I turned around, I saw that the child had already appeared at the door carrying a bucket of water.
Chen Mo didn't expect that she didn't escape. Although this place was very remote, it was better than being with a murderer, right?
The child had already washed his face, and the blood stains on his face were basically gone. He probably discovered something on his face when he was getting water.
Chen Mo no longer thought about why she didn't escape. He asked her to put the water in the designated place and began to clean his body. The child bypassed Chen Mo and timidly returned to the house. As for what she was going to do.
, Chen Mo ignored it.
As for why the child was saved and why he was not just suffocated to death under the corpse, even the young man could not explain. Perhaps he was just thinking that he should give a child who had only been in this world a few years a chance.
, as for whether she will survive in the future, just leave it to fate. After all, he is not a saint.
The young man was washing his shirtless body carefully under the eaves, while some were fascinated by the raindrops falling from the eaves and the water splashing in the puddles.
The last person he killed today, whether it was his teammate or the enemy, he would take action. This was an opportunity, an opportunity to escape from the quagmire that trapped him.
The gap in the mud pond has been opened, and the fish inside begin to move towards the vast surface with all their strength.
Defend the home and the country?
The young man has never thought about this. Ever since he was captured as a young man, he has lost the last trace of nostalgia for this country.
"become free."
Chen Mo sat aside, the blood stains on his body were basically clean, the water in the barrel had turned red, and he stared blankly at the dark sky.