Chapter 1128 The Returnee's Notes 202
The old man stared at Xie Ning for a moment, seemingly lost in thought. "Young lady, you have a kind heart."
Xie Ning shook his head, pretending not to understand his meaning, and then put himself among them, "My grandmother and I have been on the run for a long time, and we are grateful to you old men for taking us in. Of course, we can't be ungrateful."
Moreover, both Qingshi Town and Shangxi Village must be well-maintained, so that my grandmother and I can have a way to survive.
After all, the world is vast, and there is conflict everywhere, but only here is there peace and harmony, and I do not wish to disrupt it.
Xie Ning knew the old man had taken it to heart, because the next morning, the man who claimed to be fleeing famine was arrested by the villagers and taken to town.
Just a few days later, a group of soldiers arrived not far from the village. Judging from their clothes, they did not look like people from the Central Plains, and they were dressed in tattered clothes. Although they were called an army, they were not very formal.
That's precisely why it's even more terrifying, because it's a militia of refugees.
Their eyes were full of ferocity, and their gazes toward the village were glowing green with a hunger for food.
Xie Ning climbed to the high platform in the village and saw the people tied up behind the refugee army from afar. They were two-legged sheep,...walking food.
The smoke signals rose straight into the sky. After the refugee army arrived, another group of reinforcements came to the village, saying they were from the town and were going to work with the able-bodied men in the village to drive the refugee army away.
The battle appeared intense, but it was all bloodshed and completely devoid of discipline.
Xie Ning glanced at the old man below who was wielding a kitchen knife and hacking at people. All of this seemed so unrealistic. Whether it was the sudden arrest or the reinforcements sent by the town, it all seemed very abrupt.
For example, the general leading the reinforcements was dressed as a soldier, while the refugee army would have been more realistic.
Xie Ning sighed silently. If she wasn't mistaken, these were all things the old man had imagined, and it's difficult for people to imagine things they've never seen or experienced.
"Sister!" Xuancao called anxiously to Xie Ning from below. After Xie Ning came down, she pulled her and ran towards the cellar inside the house, where all the women and children had to hide.
After all, they have no fighting ability, especially the children.
Xie Ning glanced at the not-so-hidden cellar, then squeezed Xuan Cao's hand tightly. "Go in."
Then she turned and left.
Where are you going?
Of course, it's time to join the battle.
Xie Ning ran out, hooked a cleaver with one foot, stole a horse, and charged straight into the battlefield. Putting aside the real battlefield, this so-called battlefield was like cutting melons and vegetables for Xie Ning.
After all, she was trained on the battlefield.
Not to mention that the person who imagined this scene has never seen a real large-scale battlefield, only a one-sided massacre in their memory, and now they have simply switched the roles in their memory.
The refugee army arrived in the afternoon, and the battle ended in the early morning.
Xie Ning hadn't expected the battle to drag on for so long; her hand holding the knife was numb.
But then a sliver of light appeared on the horizon, gradually dispelling the darkness. Bright sunlight streamed down, and excited cheers filled the air.
They cheered for repelling the invaders and for surviving.
Xie Ning looked towards Qing Shi Town. Would things change there?
She wasn't sure because the old man's memories were of Shangxi Village.
While everyone was cheering and embracing each other in grief amidst the corpses scattered on the ground, the old man put down his wood-chopping knife and ran home with his eldest son.
This time, he saw his family members unharmed. His eldest granddaughter was dressed neatly and standing smiling at the door. His youngest grandson was also alright, and his two daughters-in-law were fine too.
Even the old donkey at home was eating hay with its head down.
Xie Ning stood behind him, watching as the short, old man curled up on the ground and sobbed.
Xuancao led the child to the old man and said, "Grandpa, we are all well."
It's fake, it's a dream, but... they don't want to wake up.
"Everything is fine, everything is fine."
Xie Ning felt a chill down her spine. When she turned around, she saw many villagers walking over. Their steps were stiff and their expressions were strange, but in an instant, they became completely natural.
After defeating the enemy, everyone discussed how to celebrate.
The village chief led a three-day feast, but there wasn't much to eat; the best dish was just a pot of mutton soup.
But they were just very happy.
Among these people, Xie Ning saw the Meng brothers, but he didn't see Meng Wu.
Xuancao quietly walked to Xie Ning's side, tilting her little head to look at him. Her face seemed unable to maintain its original appearance, and Xie Ning saw the knife marks and whip marks on her face.
The exposed flesh looked horrifying.
"Sister, you said you can play a requiem. Can you play it for Xuan Cao?"
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