The walls were broken and tiles were broken, and corpses were scattered everywhere.
The flames fell on the broken wooden beams, and each house was ignited. The flames shot into the sky, reflecting half of the night sky red.
Abdulna shook off the blood drops on his scimitar, walked to a courtyard, stood up and dismounted.
He was not a brave man. He liked fine wine, delicious food, beautiful women and fine clothes. His body was a little weak. At this time, after being hacked and killed, he gasped rapidly.
Shaking off the hand that the servant extended to support him, he strode into a courtyard and walked around the small courtyard like a master.
Outside the house, the roar of horse hooves and cries and shouts filled the sky.
Men cursed in pain, old men begged, women screamed in despair, children cried...
Songs and whistles in Wuhuan language were mixed in, and Abdul frowned in displeasure: "Tell them to be smarter, it's going to be so noisy."
The loud cries made Abdulna upset and angry. He ordered his followers to urge the Wuhuan cavalry who were burning and killing outside to stop hunting and playing and deal with these noisy guys.
The crying outside the house gradually subsided. With Aduna's order, these Wuhuan soldiers did not dare to play anymore and vented their animalistic desires by slashing and killing.
Wuhuan people went in and out of various houses, searching for useful things.
Grain, rice seeds for next year, half a handful of salt hidden in jars by the villagers...
They were rummaged out one by one, and they laughed and sang songs, sharing what they had robbed next to the corpse.
A long queue formed beside the low wall, and women's cries and screams kept coming from behind the wall. They were loud at first, then gradually weakened, until there was no more sound.
An old woman was lying on the ground, her gray hair scattered in a pool of blood.
When the barbarians entered the village, she was sitting on the fire kang making mats with a smile on her face.
She had been on the run for most of her life, and her legs suffered serious problems. The bones of her legs were deformed and distorted. She was in the most pain every time it was cold.
Now she was heating the hot bed and ironing her kneecaps on the hot bed. The warmth from bottom to top made her feel so comfortable.
She happily brushed off the dust on the earthen platform of the fire pit, and moved the hay slowly. She wanted to weave a nice and neat mat and spread it on it, so that she would be able to sleep safely and securely.
While weaving the mat, she thought about whether there would be such a fire kang if she joined Lady Gongsun and moved to Lingzhi.
I was filled with joy until the sound of beating chimes, symbolizing the entry of barbarians into the village, resounded throughout the village.
The old woman's smile froze on her face. She stood blankly, listening to the sounds of villagers running away.
After a long time, she came back to her senses, a trace of trance appeared on her face, and she continued knitting mats in her hands.
Sure enough, good dreams are easy to wake up from.
Even if people like them only enjoy the blessing for one day, they will definitely repay it a hundred times.
She has no children and her legs are broken. Where can she go if she tries to escape?
It's better to die in this warm room.
She kept making it up as she thought about it.
Until someone grabbed her bun and dragged her off the kang bed.
A long knife was thrust into her belly, causing a stir. She screamed in pain and fell to the ground. Her gray eyes looked at the unfinished straw mat on the fire bed.
The strong smell of blood spread everywhere in the room, and Abdulna glared at the murderous retinue with some annoyance.
The servant laughed indifferently, wiped the blood from the long knife on the sole of his shoe, grabbed the dead old man's hair with one hand and dragged the body out of the door.
The thin and rickety body seemed weightless. It was dragged out with one hand and thrown into the yard casually, leaving only a bright red drag mark underneath it.
Aduna touched the straw mat on the kang bed that was just one corner short of being woven, and sat on it tentatively. The blood and mud on his boots left a conspicuous footprint on the brand new straw mat.
The flames licked a hen that had shed its feathers, and its belly was broken open and its intestines were removed.
But there is a bunch of eggs that have not had time to mature and are laid. The yellow bunch is connected with chicken fat, hanging on the flame like a lantern.
This is Aduna's favorite way to eat it.
He lay half on the fire bed and took the roast chicken from his retinue.
He put the half-cooked egg into his mouth, sipped it gently, and the semi-liquid yolk dripped out. Before he could swallow it, a line of thick egg liquid overflowed from his mouth, and he stretched out his long tongue to lick it back.
The warmth under his body was really comfortable, and the egg yolk in his mouth was sprinkled with a thin layer of salt. Although the blood in the room was still bloody, it didn't seem that unbearable. Adu hummed a tune happily.
If we can find Gongsun Zan's children, then this trip could not be more beautiful.
Abdul's sharp canine teeth tore off a strip of meat from the roasted chicken, chewed it and swallowed it.
As the night progressed, the Wuhuan people who were entrenched in the village settled down and lit bonfires, laughing and making noise, while some people held up cowhide bags and poured wine.
Killing people, grabbing things, eating, drinking, laughing, and then carrying out the next round of killing and looting. This behavior seems to bring them infinite pleasure.
Of course, some people have other hobbies.
Several Wuhuan soldiers surrounded a boy with a blue tire mark on his forehead.
A Wuhuan soldier pulled out a long knife, flipped his hand to open the ox tendon rope that tied the boy, and said something in a loud voice.
The boy was shivering because he couldn't understand what these wild dogs were saying.
Seeing that the boy didn't move, the Wuhuan soldier pushed him on the back and pointed to the woods in the distance.
"Do you want to let me go?" A glimmer of hope rose in the boy's heart. He looked at the smiling Wuhuan soldiers surrounding him in disbelief.
He tentatively took a step toward the forest. Instead of being angry, several Wuhuan soldiers smiled at him encouragingly.
The boy walked towards the woods, gradually speeding up, and finally started running. He couldn't believe that he was actually let go. The boy felt that the Wuhuan people were not so cruel anymore, and he even felt a little grateful in his heart.
Seeing the boy's back disappearing into the woods from a distance, several Wuhuan soldiers pulled out their long swords with a smile.
They accidentally discovered that the boy with bare feet was running very fast, almost as fast as a galloping horse. They spent some effort to catch the little boy.
There were too few people in the village, some fled into the mountains, some were hacked and killed, and just a few young women were dragged to an open space and let Xiaoshuai's followers enjoy it first before their turn.
They lined up.
There was really no entertainment, so luckily I caught this fast kid and started making bets.
Let the Han kid run into the woods, and then they hunt him. Whoever hunts him first will win half a piece of flour cake.
The skinny boy stumbled and ran in the woods. The night was too dark. Like most people of this era, he had blindfolded eyes caused by lack of vitamins. He soon suffered a bruise in the woods.
But he didn't dare to stop. His previous foolish fantasy disappeared when several barbarians chased him with swords and bows drawn, leaving only incomparable fear and even more hatred.
There was a rustling sound behind him, and the boy could even smell the foul smell of the Wuhuan people.
He was sweating profusely and came to a big tree. He tried to climb up with his hands and feet, but his bare feet slipped and instead of climbing up, he made a splattering sound.
A large, rough hand reached out from behind and covered his mouth.
The boy trembled all over, with a look of despair on his face.