Chapter 84 Family Destroyed and People Killed [Bonus Chapter]
Guan Zhiwei, ruthless as ever, plucked several blossoms and placed them on her horse's head.
She mounted her horse and galloped away, the flowers on the horse's mane being tossed behind her by the fierce wind and landing on Gao Huan's forehead.
Gao Huan reluctantly picked the flower, tucked it into his sleeve, and got onto the oxcart.
The oxcart was too slow. When he got back to his residence, he saw that the lights were on and that military officers were going in and out. He immediately realized that something was wrong.
He lifted the hem of his coat and went up the steps quickly inside. He was so angry that he coughed several times before he calmed down. He casually wiped the blood from his lips with a handkerchief, no longer taking it seriously.
"What happened?"
Chen Jia Dalang took a big gulp of water and began to repeat himself for the third time.
"The capital is under siege!"
Gao Huan sent Chen Dalang to Kyoto to pick up the people. He went home on the way and learned from his father that Shangjing was under siege and Yuan Chi had completely surrounded it, and would break through the city in a few days.
He knew immediately that this was a serious matter, so he abandoned his oxcart and rushed back on horseback as fast as he could.
After hearing his words, Guan Zhiwei immediately mobilized troops, prepared provisions, and launched a rescue operation to the capital, aiming to smash the head of that Yuan fellow.
The next day was the Ghost Festival. The monks held a grand Buddhist and Taoist ceremony to pray for the souls of the dead. The soldiers cried and wiped away their tears, and the people cried along with them. In those days, which family didn't lose two or more people?
They just finished performing a ritual to appease the dead, and then they immediately dispatched troops.
The march of war will never stop.
Guan Zhiwei has witnessed too many wars. Her identity has changed constantly: bystander, participant, instigator. With each different identity, her experience of war is different.
Sometimes war creates heroes, sometimes it is used to achieve political results, sometimes it breeds peace, and sometimes it leads to the destruction of families and the loss of lives.
Accompanied by loud shouts and the creaking of the winch, the catapult's counterweight box was raised high. In the instant of violent release, the counterweight box spun sharply downwards, and the boulder was violently thrown out, tearing through the sky, flying over the city wall, and crashing down directly.
"Bang—" A thunderous sound rang out instantly, the earth shook, houses collapsed, and the cries of the common people were heard everywhere.
The boulders launched by the catapults could be adjusted; they could bombard the city walls one after another, collapsing the walls, or they could fly over the walls and smash into the houses of the people.
The dire situation puts pressure on people.
It's just a pity for those ordinary people.
A lifetime's savings bought a house, which collapsed without anyone caring.
They are clearly the group least vulnerable to turmoil, yet all the gunfire is directed at them.
Dust, blood, dilapidated houses, and people in pieces.
Madam Feng tried to walk along the wide side of the road, her eyes darting around warily, avoiding any potential danger.
In such a dangerous situation, she had to cross most of the city to find acquaintances from the past and exchange them for food for her son. Her acquaintances were either dead or injured, making them difficult to find. Fortunately, she eventually managed to exchange them for a handful of millet, which she cooked into porridge, enough to keep her going for a while longer.
"Bang--"
I'll be home soon.
"Bang--"
"mother……"
The wind carries a call.
Madam Feng felt a sense of familiarity, her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly looked around to search.
The boulder falling from the sky landed squarely on Atu, who was running around in a panic.
The voice calling for "Mother—" abruptly stopped.
Such a big rock, and such a tiny little guy.
Madam Feng rushed forward like a madwoman, trying desperately to push him away, but she couldn't budge him.
Atu remained motionless.
"Ah—" Her heart was breaking.
Yan Chunsheng, who had been wandering around aimlessly like a headless fly, stopped in his tracks.
As if sensing something, he turned around and saw his wife crying her heart out.
He couldn't believe it. His first reaction was to take two steps back, then he gritted his teeth and rushed forward, trying to push the stone away, but he couldn't budge it.
When Madam Feng saw him, her pain instantly turned into hatred. She grabbed his collar and screamed hoarsely, "Why? I only ask you for this one thing, I only ask you for this one thing!"
The sound was no longer human; it was like the roar of a wild beast, a wail from hell.
Yan Chunsheng explained helplessly, "You've been gone for too long, and he keeps trying to go out and look for you. I've stopped him several times because he's worried about you. He's such a big kid, I can't just tie him up. He ran away when I wasn't looking."
"Why didn't you keep an eye on him!" Madam Feng repeated only this one sentence.
Yan Chunsheng was heartbroken, anxious, and helpless, which eventually turned into anger. He snapped, "I didn't ask you to sell yourself!"
The autumn wind was so cold, it felt like being slapped in the face.
"We're starving, and my son is crying out in pain," Madam Feng said, as if she were telling him, and also as if she were telling herself.
"Every family has to go through this."
He was talking about the present, and also about the past. He never thought he had done anything wrong; it was Feng Niangzi who was unwilling to live a poor and lowly life with him, and she brought it upon herself by degrading herself.
He stayed by his side through thick and thin, which is already a rare quality. He endured so many harsh words and insults, which made him lose face and feel ashamed. Yet he still kept enduring it.
He didn't abandon them, mother and child, what more do you want from him! This is a chaotic world, this is how the world is, how can you blame me?
Madam Feng screamed hoarsely, "I won't live like this! I won't live like this! I want my son to have a better life! I want my son to have enough to eat and warm clothes!!!"
Her son lay on the ground, having walked away hungry, his body cold.
What's the point of saying anything more?
That's all.
Everyone is gone.
Madam Feng suddenly became extremely calm: "Go and tell my son that I brought him back some grain."
Yan Chunsheng felt a pain in his stomach.
Madam Feng plunged the dagger in. It was left by Guan Zhiwei before she left, for her to cut the thread. It could cut hair in the blink of an eye, and there were still traces of blood on the indentation.
Now there is fresh blood covering it.
He froze, he was terrified, and he staggered backward.
He covered his wound with his hand, trying to run as fast as he could, hoping it would be better than being killed by this terrible woman.
He staggered with each step, his wound throbbing with pain, blood welling in his mouth. After a few stumbles, he collapsed to the ground, and saw the boulder streak across the sky.
I saw Madam Feng's face coming closer.
There were still wet tear stains on her face, but she wasn't crying for him.
Pull the knife out, then stab it back in.
They kept poking at his flesh until it was mushy.
His entire abdomen was ripped open, and a biting wind howled in, as if trying to peel off his skin and flesh.
"Ah Rui." Yan Chunsheng collapsed to the ground like a lump of mud, completely powerless, and murmured his name.
Madam Feng pinched his mouth shut and shoved the knife into it.
Don't call me.
Thanks to her years of carrying the pipa, she has the strength to poke very deep.
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