Feng Hao: "Aren't you in seclusion at home? Why are you at the border?"
Fengjiu crossed his fingers, lowered his head and dared not speak.
Feng Hao: "Well, you actually dared to lie to me! Don't you know how worried your family is about you? How dare you tell such a big lie! My grandparents are so worried that they can't eat or sleep well, and yet you quietly ran to the border!"
Feng Jiu: "Second brother, please don't be angry, okay? Nannan came up with this idea because she had no other choice. Nannan knew that my family would not agree to my coming to the battlefield, but I had to come. Nannan knows she was wrong. Second brother, please don't be angry, okay?"
Feng Hao: "Nannan, you really went too far this time. Don't you know how important you are to your family? How could you lie to your family like this? How sad would they be if they knew about this!"
Fengjiu also knew that she had gone too far this time, so she kept her head down and didn't dare to speak.
The soldiers standing by couldn't stand it any longer and said to Feng Hao, "Master Feng, please don't blame the princess. If the princess hadn't come, Chaoyang Pass would have been lost long ago. The princess even treated our injuries. If it weren't for the princess, many of us would have died."
Feng Hao also knew his sister's ability, but she was not even two years old yet she dared to come to such a dangerous place like the border. Feng Hao sighed, rubbed Feng Jiu's head, and picked her up.
Feng Chen came over and rubbed his sister's head, saying helplessly: "Sister, don't lie to your family next time. They are really worried about you."
Fengjiu nodded with her head down, saying, "I won't dare to do that next time."
The two brothers then let her go, and Xiao Shujin went to the general's tent with Nangong Beichen, and they talked about what had happened in the past few days.
Feng Jiu brought her two brothers to her tent. Seeing that both brothers looked tired, she poured two cups of spiritual spring water from the space for them to drink and took out some food. The two brothers ate it up in big mouthfuls.
At this time, a soldier came outside to report that King Chen invited several people to the general's tent. The three followed the soldier to the general's tent.
As soon as they entered, they noticed that the atmosphere inside was not right. Feng Jiu looked at Nangong Beichen, and Nangong Beichen said, "A village called Wangjia Village, five miles away from Chaoyang Pass, was massacred by soldiers from the northern border."
Two hours ago, Wangjia Village was in the midst of chaos and war, and the tranquility of the frontier was ruthlessly broken by the smoke of war.
An enemy army from the north surged in like a demon, with only greed and brutality in their eyes, and wherever they went, there was devastation.
A village that was once peaceful and harmonious is now plunged into endless fear and despair.
The enemy's cavalry marched into the village, and the sound of their horses' hooves was deafening, as if it was the knell of death.
The villagers ran around in panic, shouting and crying.
But the enemy was merciless, wielding cold swords and killing indiscriminately.
Innocent civilians fell in a pool of blood, and no one was spared, including the elderly, women and children.
The children's cries were drowned out by the clash of swords. Their originally innocent eyes were filled with fear and confusion. They didn't understand why there was such cruelty in this world.
The women tried their best to protect their children, but were ruthlessly torn apart by the enemy. The women were ruthlessly raped by the soldiers, but they could not escape the sharp blades that took their lives in an instant.
The young and middle-aged men in the village rose up in resistance. They picked up farm tools and tried to defend their homes and loved ones.
But their resistance seemed insignificant in the face of the well-trained and well-equipped enemy.
Brave figures fell in a pool of blood, and the blood dyed the land red, as well as this once vibrant village.
The enemy burned, killed and looted in the village. Houses were set on fire, and raging flames shot up into the sky, with thick smoke billowing.
The granaries were looted and all the property was taken away.
The once warm home instantly turned into a hell on earth.
After the massacre, the village was dead silent.
Corpses lay scattered on the ground, and blood gathered into streams, flowing through the streets.
The air was filled with the pungent smell of blood and burning.
The whole village was immersed in endless sorrow, as if cursed, and there was no longer the laughter and vitality of the past.
This brutal massacre has become an indelible pain in people's hearts and a testimony to the crimes of war.
When Fengjiu and the others arrived, they saw this scene. The village was littered with corpses, even babies in swaddling clothes were not spared.
Fengjiu walked into a farmyard. The yard was very clean. Two old men were lying in a pool of blood at the gate, no longer breathing.
When I walked into the main room, I saw two middle-aged men lying at the door of a room, holding hoes and sickles in their hands.
The two men had their eyes wide open, staring at the room inside, and they died with their eyes open.
Fengjiu opened the door and saw a scene that she would never forget in her life: three women were lying on the kang in the room.
The three women were naked, their bodies covered with signs of being raped.
A woman's stomach was cut open, revealing her fully formed baby.
There was a little boy over one year old hiding under another woman. They were probably mother and son. Both mother and son were stabbed in the throat with a sword. The boy's eyes were not closed, and his face was full of pain and despair.
The other woman looked only thirteen or fourteen years old, and the bruises on her body showed the abuse she had suffered. She died from a sword piercing her heart.
Fengjiu covered everyone with the quilt on the kang. The anger in her heart had made her lose her mind.
How different were the cruelty of these Northern soldiers from the devils in her previous life? They truly deserved death. Feng Jiu wanted to tear these demons into pieces right now.
Nangong Beichen also entered the yard at this time. When he saw the scene in the yard, his face looked very ugly. When he saw Fengjiu coming out of the room, Nangong Beichen discovered that something was wrong with Fengjiu.
Nangong Beichen also walked into the room and took a look, although everyone was covered with a quilt by Fengjiu.
But looking at the exposed skin, Nangong Beichen didn't even need to think about what the people in this room had suffered.
When Nangong Beichen walked out of the yard, he saw Feng Jiu standing there blankly, looking at the sky with confused eyes.
Nangong Beichen walked closer to Fengjiu and held her little head in his arms. Fengjiu really couldn't hold it back anymore and burst into tears in Nangong Beichen's arms: "Wow~~"
"Achen, how can they be so cruel that they don't even spare pregnant women? Are they still human? They are devils."
"Don't cry, Jiu'er. We will avenge them. These beasts deserve to die."
Feng Jiu cried for a long time in Nangong Beichen's arms until Feng Hao and the others came over and she stopped crying.
Feng Hao and Feng Chen were also children. When they saw this scene today, they couldn't accept it. Both brothers vomited and their faces turned pale.
However, the blood in the bones of the two men was awakened by the scene before them, and their belief in defending their country became even stronger.
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