The soldiers behind him, when they heard the general's bloody words and then looked at the groups of unarmed refugees on the official road, instantly understood the general's intention.
A chilling light flashed in their eyes for a moment, and then these soldiers, like wolves with their reins untied, raised their whips and whipped the fat and strong war horses under their crotch.
The shouts of "Gee! Gee!" came one after another. The war horses felt pain, raised their four hooves, and rushed towards the refugees on the official road with their riders.
The dust raised by the horses' hooves covered the sky, and the sound of the horses' hooves was deafening, as if it was the death knell.
And those unarmed refugees were walking exhaustedly on this official road.
Faced with this sudden change, he was instantly plunged into extreme fear.
Some refugees in the distance were terrified when they saw this nightmarish scene.
They widened their eyes in horror, cried out in despair, and then without hesitation dropped the few pieces of luggage they had, turned around and ran away quickly.
Their figures looked extremely embarrassed in the panic, but they tried their best, just wanting to escape from this horrific killing scene as soon as possible.
However, the refugees who were nearby were in a miserable situation.
They were too close to those ferocious soldiers, so close that they could almost smell the strong bloody smell emanating from them.
They also wanted to run, with a strong desire to survive in their hearts, and their legs subconsciously wanted to run wildly, but there were panicked crowds all around them, and it was so crowded that they couldn't squeeze out a way to escape.
They could only watch as the soldiers rushed towards them on horseback, raised their coldly shining butcher knives high in the air, and then mercilessly swung them down at them and those around them.
Every time the sharp blade fell, it was accompanied by a miserable cry, and blood gushed out instantly, dyeing the ground beneath their feet red like blooming red flowers.
The yellow trees on both sides of the official road seemed to be infected by the depressing atmosphere at this moment. Their branches and leaves drooped and were lifeless. The dull dead leaves seemed to be mourning for the tragedy that was about to happen.
"Sir, please spare us, we are really not bandits!" A ragged middle-aged man knelt heavily on the dusty official road with a "thump", and his knees made a dull sound when they hit the ground.
His eyes were wide open, his eyeballs were bloodshot, fear and despair spread wildly in his eyes, tears burst out uncontrollably, rolling down his dirty cheeks.
He kowtowed desperately, over and over again. The sound of his forehead hitting the ground was rapid and heavy, "bang bang bang" sounding continuously. After a while, his originally rough forehead was broken and bleeding, and the bright red blood oozed out and covered his face with dust.
"We are just ordinary people, fleeing for our lives. Sir, please be kind and let us go!"
"Sir, I will give you the money I have on me, please forgive me!" Another person next to him also pleaded, his voice trembling violently, like a candle shaking in the wind.
He trembled and fumbled around on his body for a long time, and finally took out all his savings.
A handful of scattered copper coins and a few small pieces of silver looked particularly eye-catching in his skinny hands.
These were the life-saving money that his family had saved from every penny and accumulated after going through countless hardships.
He held the money in both hands, raised it high above his head, and handed it to the ferocious soldier in front of him. His arms were shaking with fear, as if they would collapse in the next second.
When the soldier saw this, a glimmer of greed flashed in his eyes. He snatched the money from the man's hand with such speed that the man was caught off guard.
Then, he quickly put the money into his arms, his movements so skillful as if he had done it countless times.
However, after he took the money, the bloodthirsty light in his eyes became more intense, and his cold and ruthless eyes seemed to come from the abyss of the underworld.
The corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a ferocious sneer, and he raised the long sword in his hand without hesitation. The long sword reflected a dazzling light under the sunlight, like the call of the King of Hell.
At this time, the sun seemed unable to bear to witness this cruel scene, and hid behind the thick clouds, leaving only a dim light and shadow.
"No--" A shrill scream pierced the sky. The voice was full of despair, unwillingness and attachment to life. It echoed above the bloody official road, making people shudder.
The man opened his eyes wide, his face full of disbelief. He never thought that he took out all his money but still couldn't buy a way to survive.
Blood instantly gushed out from his neck, and the blood sprayed straight upward like a fountain, forming a blood mist in the air, and then fell down, dyeing the ground in front of him red, as if it was covered with a tragic red carpet.
His body swayed, and then he fell straight down, without breath. His empty eyes were still looking at the sky, as if questioning the injustice of God.
Not far away, a man was protecting his wife and children tightly.
He looked at the scene before him which was like hell on earth, and his heart was filled with sorrow and anger. His chest was heaving violently, and his eyes were red as if they could spit out fire.
He knew that he had to do something at this moment, even if there was only a glimmer of hope, to give his wife and children a chance to survive.
So he suddenly pushed his wife and children away with such force that they almost fell to the ground.
He shouted loudly: "My wife, Zhao'er, run! Run! Don't worry about me, run as far as you can!"
His wife was already so frightened that she burst into tears. Her face was as pale as paper, her lips were trembling, but she couldn't utter a word.
She held her son's hands tightly, and her knuckles turned white from excessive force.
The son also looked at his father with horror on his face. His small body was shaking constantly, like a fallen leaf in the wind, which could be blown away by this cruel fate at any time.
The man didn't bother to say anything more. He gritted his teeth, turned around and rushed towards the soldiers who were about to continue killing people.
He opened his arms and tried to use his body to stop the demons.
His figure seemed so small in this bloody scene, yet so determined.
But those soldiers on horseback had no mercy at all.
One of the soldiers saw the man rushing towards him, and his face showed no emotion. He snorted coldly, and the long sword in his hand flashed a cold light in the air, and then with an extremely neat movement, he chopped at the man's head.
There was a "click" sound, which was crisp and cruel, as if it was the death knell rung by the King of Hell.
Blood splattered out like brilliant fireworks, instantly dyeing everything around it red.
The man's head was chopped off in an instant, and rolled to the side, with an expression of determination and grief still remaining on his face.
His body was still in a forward-rushing posture. After shaking a few times, it fell to the ground with a bang, raising a cloud of dust.
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