Chapter 238 A Pancake

The procession of civilians suddenly fell silent, and a group of soldiers outside also looked in their direction.

After a long while, the surrounding people all bowed down in worship.

Lin Changning helped each of the people around him up, wanting to say something, but not knowing what to say.

At this moment, Lu Shan walked over in a loud voice: "Commander! Wan Jin and the others are back."

Lin Changning turned his head and saw that Wan Jin and the others had stopped their horses, dismounted, and were walking towards him.

Lin Changning stepped out from the crowd of people and asked, "Have all the people been executed?"

Wan Jin seemed somewhat ashamed, scratching his head sheepishly: "Dozens escaped, including a thousand-household commander."

Lin Changning nodded to indicate that he understood; losing a few dozen people wasn't a big deal.

When Wan Jin returned, he saw blood everywhere and piles of Tartar heads on the ground.

He rubbed the goosebumps off his body and asked, "Commander, who are these prisoners?"

Lin Changning turned his head to look at the people, his face darkening. He then turned back to look at Wan Jin: "They are all evil demons. Let them be. Now the Tartars in several cities must have already withdrawn. Keeping them around is probably useless."

Wan Jin wanted to ask more questions, since Lin Changning was usually a rational person. He didn't know why Lin Changning suddenly flew into a rage this time, killing the people as soon as he had them in his hands.

After all, during the battle, Lin Changning had promised not to kill these prisoners who surrendered.

This is unlike her usual personality.

Wan Jin looked at Lin Changning with some suspicion.

Lin Changning's expression was somewhat unpleasant. Pointing at the people, he said, "These people are all from our Great Xuan. I took a look at them, and there's hardly a single good piece of flesh on their bodies. They're all covered in whip marks, and now they're pale and emaciated. I suppose they haven't been given anything to eat."

Lin Changning then looked at the girls: "These good girls from good families have also been defiled by these beasts."

Lin Changning turned his head and looked at the surviving Tartars in the middle, and he was furious. These were not human beings; they were clearly beasts.

After saying that, Lin Changning picked up his knife and walked over. There were many people, and he couldn't kill them all in a short time.

Lin Changning decided to take matters into his own hands. He drew his sword, glanced back at the crowd, and said, "Hu Kou is cruel and tyrannical, harming and insulting the people of Da Xuan. He deserves to be executed!!!"

The common people looked at Lin Changning with a mixture of excitement and hatred, their gazes fixed on the group of Tartars, as if they wished they could tear them to pieces.

Lin Changning raised his long sword high, and with a swift stroke, a Tartar's head fell to the ground.

The people seemed stunned for a moment, then burst into cheers.

"The Tartars deserve to die!!"

"These beasts ruined my family and killed my 70-year-old mother. They beheaded her with just one knife!!"

"The justice of Heaven is clear, the justice of Heaven is clear."

After killing one man, Lin Changning immediately grabbed the head of another Tartar and brought his knife down.

He killed 10 people in a row, drawing cheers from the crowd.

Lin Changning slashed a few people, then slowly retreated, wiping the bloodstains from his hands, and looked up to signal to Wan Jin and Lu Shan.

"Go! After you've killed them all today, pile their heads up outside Yongning City to form a mound of skulls!"

Wan Jin and Lu Shan clasped their hands in greeting and quickly ordered people to prepare. After collecting the warhorses and supplies, Lin Changning led his men to choose a place to camp on the spot.

They cooked pots of porridge using the dry rations they had brought with them and distributed it to the group of refugees.

The people knelt countless times throughout the day, wishing they could kowtow to every soldier who brought them the porridge.

During dinner, Lin Changning also drank a bowl of porridge. The porridge, made from dried biscuits soaked in water, wasn't very tasty. After taking a bite, Lin Changning frowned slightly. The taste was indeed not good, but it was enough to fill his stomach.

So Lin Changning frowned and forced down a bowl of porridge. Although the porridge didn't taste good, it was still edible. These people were simple and honest, and they would lick the porridge clean even if it didn't taste good.

Lin Changning inwardly cursed himself. He had really spoiled himself by staying in Taiyuan for too long. How could a martial artist complain about food? He was lucky to have anything to eat.

Wan Jin seemed to realize that Lin Changning didn't like the porridge. In fact, he himself didn't like it much either. He took out a piece of cake from his pocket and handed it to Lin Changning.

"I added some salt to it and roasted it yesterday at noon. I haven't eaten it yet. You might as well try it, Qianhu. This porridge really doesn't taste good."

Lin Changning glanced at the pancake Wan Jin handed over and pushed it back.

“It’s good enough to have something to eat. Don’t be picky. The people around here can’t even get gruel.”

Wan Jin turned her head to look in the direction Lin Changning was looking, pursed her lips and looked a little dejected. In the middle, she saw a group of refugees holding bowls of gruel, practically licking the bottom of the bowls clean.

There must have been quite a few people who weren't full at all, their eyes gleaming with a green light as they involuntarily stared at the bowls and flatbreads in the hands of the soldiers around them.

Lin Changning sighed. Having not eaten for many days, he was naturally very hungry upon seeing food.

Many soldiers felt uneasy under the gazes of these people.

Lin Changning patted Wan Jin: "Have the cook prepare more porridge, from the supplies we captured today. Everyone has suffered too much, let them at least have a good meal today."

Wan Jin looked at the flatbread in his hand, felt a little ashamed, sighed, stood up, dusted himself off, and ran to find the cook.

When he came back, he saw a little girl who looked about seven or eight years old. Her dirty face was tilted up, and her eyes were staring straight at his chest.

Wan Jin was a little puzzled and subconsciously looked at his chest, only to see that half of the pancake he had just stuffed into his chest had leaked out.

Wan Jin took out the pancake from his chest and tentatively waved it from side to side. The little girl's eyes followed the movement of his hand, her gaze fixed on the pancake in Wan Jin's hand.

Wan Jin sighed, feeling sorry for the little girl. He walked towards her step by step. The little girl, who had just been staring at the pancake, suddenly became alert and involuntarily shrank back.

Wan Jin paused in his steps, then jogged over and stuffed the pancake in his hand into the little girl's arms.

The tall figure squatted on the ground like a majestic bear. The little girl silently shrank back and huddled into a ball, seemingly a little scared.

Wan Jin's large hand touched the little girl's head, and he stuffed the pancake in his hand directly into the little girl's arms.

"Do you want to eat this? Here, take it, you can have it."