Meanwhile, his wife and son had already been targeted by other soldiers.
The soldiers rushed towards the mother and son on horseback like wolves pouncing on their prey.
The dust raised by the horses' hooves covered the sky and the sound of their hooves was deafening.
At this time, the leaves on both sides of the official road rustled, as if they were also wailing in despair.
The wife closed her eyes in despair, she hugged her son tightly in her arms, trying to protect him with her body.
Her body was shaking constantly, and she was muttering to herself: "Buddha bless you, Buddha bless you..."
But is there any Bodhisattva in this world who can save them at this time?
The soldiers swung the long swords in their hands down mercilessly, one after another, and each sword carried a sentence of death.
Blood kept gushing out, first staining his wife's clothes red, and then drowning his son's small body.
The son let out shrill screams, his voice was childish but full of despair, and it seemed particularly miserable in this bloody atmosphere.
After a while, the mother and son were also slaughtered. Their bodies fell to the ground and mixed with the bodies of other victims. The tragic scene was unbearable to watch.
The blood gathered into pools and spread across the official road, emitting a pungent smell, as if telling the cruelty and ruthlessness of this troubled time.
A bloody massacre was unfolding like a nightmare on the official road. For a moment, shouts, pleas for mercy, screams, the trampling of horses' hooves, and the sound of long swords waving through the air were intertwined together, playing a sad song of purgatory on earth.
At this time, the sky became increasingly gloomy, as if it wanted to cover up all the endless sorrow and despair, leaving only this heartbreaking scene playing out on the official road.
The villagers of Sujia Village were huddled in the mountains at this moment, not daring to breathe, their eyes fixed on the horrific massacre scene at the foot of the mountain.
Everyone's body trembled slightly involuntarily, and a bone-chilling chill ran from the soles of their feet straight up to their hearts, making them feel cold all over.
Their faces were filled with fear, and that fear was like a surging tide, drowning their eyes, making them widen and their eyeballs bloodshot, but they dared not blink, for fear of missing out on some even more terrifying moment.
"Luckily, thankfully we listened to the village chief and hid in the mountains," an elderly villager whispered tremblingly, his voice still tinged with fear. "Otherwise, we would have ended up like those poor people down there. This...this is too horrible."
The people around nodded, their eyes filled with relief at having survived the disaster, but that relief was mixed with sympathy for the miserable plight of the refugees down the mountain.
The village chief and Su Wencheng stood in a relatively secluded place, their brows tightly furrowed, their faces looking extremely solemn.
When they heard the leading general shout, "Look, there are bandits everywhere, kill them!", they immediately understood that these cruel guys were trying to kill innocent people and take credit for it!
The village chief's lips trembled slightly, his heart filled with grief and indignation. He gritted his teeth and cursed softly, "These beasts, for the sake of their own achievements, can actually do such cruel things to these unarmed people!"
Su Wencheng also had a look of deep sorrow on his face. He clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white from the force, his eyes burning with anger, and he sighed inwardly, "Alas, has the world become so chaotic now?
Ordinary people just want to live a good life, why has it become so hopeless?
We work diligently every day, just to have something to eat and a safe place to live, but now, even these basic needs may be taken away at any time. How can we live like this?
Everyone was silent, only the miserable screams and the sound of horses' hooves coming from the bottom of the mountain intertwined together, constantly hitting their eardrums and making them feel more deeply about the cruelty of this world.
After an unknown amount of time, some of the refugees on the official road fled for their lives. In extreme fear, they completely ignored the pain and fatigue in their bodies, and just ran madly towards the distance. Even though their legs were as heavy as if filled with lead, they did not dare to stop for a moment, just hoping to escape the threat of death.
However, more people fell under the butcher knives of those devil-like soldiers. The blood dyed a large area of the official road red, and corpses were scattered all over the place. The road, which was already dusty, was now soaked in blood and muddy.
Finally, as the last scream gradually faded into the air, the official road gradually returned to calm.
But this calmness was so dead silent, filled with endless sadness and misery.
There was no mercy on the faces of the soldiers who committed the crime, and there was still a bloodthirsty gleam in their eyes.
They looked indifferent and numb, as if they had completed an ordinary task.
I saw them riding on horseback, slowly moving through the bloody mess, the long swords in their hands still dripping with blood. In the sunlight, the blood drops flashed a strange red light, as if it was a curse from the abyss.
Then they began to act even more cruelly.
These soldiers stopped their horses beside the male corpses, and without any hesitation in their eyes, they raised the long swords in their hands that still smelled of blood and chopped them fiercely at the necks of the dead men.
The sounds of "crackling" and "crackling" kept ringing. It was the sound of a long knife cutting through bones, and each sound was creepy.
The men's heads were brutally chopped off one by one, and then picked up and hung on their horses.
Then they gently pulled the reins and drove the horses under their crotch to change direction.
The dust raised by the horses' hooves spread out again, and they sped away in the cloud of dust.
Only the official road strewn with corpses and blood, and the echoes of miserable screams that seemed to still echo in the air, remained, bearing witness to this inhumane atrocity and telling the tragic fate of ordinary people like ants in this troubled time.
The people on the mountain witnessed the brutal massacre on the official road with their own eyes. At this moment, they seemed to be still frozen in place, unable to recover for a long time.
There was a look of fear and disbelief on everyone's face. They stared blankly at the official road at the foot of the mountain, which had regained some calm but was still stained with blood. The bloody scene just now kept replaying in their minds, and the screams and pleas for mercy of the refugees and the ruthless shouts of the soldiers seemed to still echo in their ears.
Among this group of stunned adults, there was a young woman who held her young child tightly in her arms. The tiny body was wrapped tightly, with only a furry little head exposed.
Perhaps the child felt the unusually depressing atmosphere around him, or perhaps he felt a little suffocated after staying in his mother's arms for too long, so the child secretly poked his head out from his mother's arms.
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