Holding the knife, he still ran towards his old house.
There is still a mother at home...the younger brothers and sisters are only in their early ten years...at an age where they cannot be the master...
If I didn't rush over... I would lose the mainstay of my family...
The villain didn't dare to go down, he just wanted to rush over.
But as we go deeper into the village... the chaos becomes more serious, and more and more thieves break into the village.
The villain didn't want to tangle with them, but he, a young and strong young man carrying two knives... was too conspicuous.
But as soon as he ran away, he was surrounded by four or five thieves.
The villain looked up and down at the clothes of this group of people.
I found that they were wearing uniform uniforms...
The weapons in his hands are also sophisticated and more like... military standards...
Is this a rebel? Then why not let him and the villagers go?
These days, he knew that things were not peaceful outside, and it was not like they had not encountered small groups of bandits in their village...
But they were just asking for money, so the village head sent them away after receiving some food and money from each household.
After all, whoever breaks in will find the poverty and isolation here...
If you really want to make some money, who would go deep into the mountains to explore?
"What do you want? We can give you anything!"
"I just ask you to stop and let those children live!"
"This village is full of old, weak, women and children! There aren't many young people!"
"The rebels also need to replenish their manpower, money and food! There are not many villages around here that can provide you with supplies!"
If they are really gangsters, the villain's words will definitely impress them.
But they weren't... The people who surrounded the villain exchanged glances with each other...
But at the next moment, they all slashed at him with their swords.
"Leave no one behind! Don't talk nonsense to them!"
After hearing these words, the villain realized... Their village might not be able to survive today.
Since that's the case...
At this moment, the villain completely gave up his fear.
He didn't know any moves... he just waved the knife in his hand aimlessly with anger.
Killing one counts as one, just like killing the first enemy. If you can kill the second...
Bang! Carrying a knife, he didn't care how many knives were around him. He only found the enemy closest to him, rushed towards him, and while hugging the opponent desperately... he stabbed the enemy with all his strength with the knife in his hand.
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‘呲呲呲…’ ‘Choke choke…’
Many knives struck the villain Mai Fan, and he also struck many knives on his enemies...
The enemy beneath him slowly softened, and the villain Mai Fan couldn't hold on anymore and fell to the ground.
The thieves who slashed him many times were so breathless that they cursed him.
"Damn this country bumpkin, he's so tough... rough-skinned and fleshy... Bah!"
"It's almost turned into pulp after being chopped, and it's still beating! It's really a waste of life for someone with mud legs!"
"It's a pity that Wang DaDa... died like this?"
The man who looked like the captain among them looked at his subordinates who were being held down by Mai Fan with an unyielding gaze, and spat: "He was killed by a farmer... It would be a waste of food to keep such a piece of trash."
The few of them took away the weapons of Mai Fan and the dead bandits... without any hesitation, they turned around and walked to the next place where there was a firefight...
The people in this village probably knew that they had no way out... and showed no mercy in resisting.
The simplicity of the mountain people is not inconsistent with their sturdy folk customs...
It is much more difficult to deal with them than to deal with the good people at the foot of the mountain.
But no matter how difficult it is... they are just a group of mountain people.
The battle did not last long, and the order to leave no survivors allowed them to advance very quickly.
After a while, the noisy village became deathly quiet.
The only sound left was the sound of panting officers and soldiers gathering the bodies of the dead villagers together and throwing them into a large natural pit on the mountainside.
"Burn...erase all traces..."
"yes!"
The soldiers who received the order began to light fires in the village...
After checking that no fish had slipped through the net... they threw a lot of torches into the bottom of the pit, which was deep and invisible.
Then he turned around and ran deep into the forest.
If he doesn't hurry up, the army in front will go over the mountain...
Leave him to spend the night alone on this mountaintop full of legends...
He was afraid that like these mountain people, he would lose his life in this mountain.
It's really strange to say...
The corpses of the villagers had obviously been poured with tung oil, and the torches dropped should have ignited at the first touch...
The corpses of these villagers were instantly reduced to ashes...
But just when these torches were thrown down...
"Huh~"
A gust of cold wind directly blew out the flames on these torches.
Yes, blow it out, that kind of thick torch is wrapped with something special and flammable and can burn for a long time...
It was just blown away by a gust of wind.
But at the same time, whimpering and whimpering sounds came from the pit.
This is the unwilling soul of the villagers, their last struggle and resistance...
They don't want to die so mysteriously...
Since these people are afraid of leaving traces, let their bodies serve as the final evidence so that their pursuers or enemies can see all this and point them in the right direction.
However, the villagers' last wish also failed.
A year has passed...no one has come to this hidden little village...
Ten years have passed... Around him, the merchants who came to exchange mountain products with them, and the people from the mountains who would come to the village from time to time to exchange some furs, did not come either...
The county government here seems to have forgotten their village, not even the annual reminder...
No one noticed the tragedy that happened in their village.
It was as if they had been completely forgotten... completely integrated into this mountain.
Another ten years... the corpses at the bottom of the pit have already turned into bones...
Countless souls with no place to complain can't disperse at the bottom of the pit for a long time.
The dead souls cannot find guidance, and resentment keeps them in the world...
As long as they are not discovered for a day, they will not have peace for a day.
I don’t know how many decades have passed like this...
One day, a weird thing appeared in this bone pit for the first time.
There was a large army behind it, and it looked like it was just a vanguard officer coming to explore the road.
This hairy face looked like a big black thing. It only looked into the hole for a moment and then ran out in a hurry.
When it ran to the edge of the cave, it shouted to its king in an extremely exaggerated voice: "Madam! Madam!"
"This is a bone cave... filled with gloomy energy... full of resentment, which is perfect for Madam to practice."
