The sun had risen high, and the glare of the morning sun and the raging fire had turned the little village as red as blood. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The fire burned everything, and there was no shelter in the entire village, let alone the two children who had been discovered.

As soon as Liu Shuangli and Qin Siyang escaped from the old woman's house, they didn't take two steps, and several Mongolian people with heavy weapons came out in front of them. The two did not dare to rush hard, so they quickly made a sharp turn and rushed towards the east of the village. But before they could run two more steps, a few Mongolian people appeared in front of them again, blocking their way. They had to make another sharp turn and flee to the other side.

In this way, the two children did not escape far, and dozens of Mongolians were surrounded by them.

It's really the end of the road.

As far as the eyes could see, every earthen house under the village was burning with blazing fires, and the screams and cries for help could no longer be heard.

The two children trembled, and had to wonder if the two of them were the only ones left in the village who were still alive in the village at this moment.

And they ran away for a while, and they haven't been caught by the Mongolian people until now, isn't it too lucky?

It's just that no matter how lucky they are, they are just fighting for trapped beasts.

And behold, the Mongols, who had carried heavy weapons, had blocked them on all sides.

There is no escape. The two children looked around with a shudder, and every time they turned around, they could see one or two murderous Mongolian people walking towards them.

The hands of the two children holding each other were soaked with sweat and could not be distinguished, and the drops of sweat that rolled down from their hands were dripping from whom.

After looking around, the two of them were on all fours, shaking uncontrollably.

Is this really their end? Just like the villagers in this village!

At this moment, the two children had no way to escape, and the two Mongolian people closest to them showed a smug smile, although the pace of pursuit slowed down a lot, but with each step, they were a foot closer to the two children.

The wind calmed down.

Qin Siyang closed his eyes and leaned his head towards Liu Shuangli.

At this time, he no longer begged for anything else, but hoped that at the last moment, he could leave with Liu Shuangli and her.

Liu Shuangli hugged the boy tightly, looked at the Mengren who were approaching step by step around him, and closed his eyes in despair.

It was very quiet, and there was no sound to be heard except for the sound of approaching footsteps.

Time passed little by little, and with the final recognition of death, the beating hearts of the two children slowly calmed down.

Their feet no longer moved, and they just waited quietly for the last moment to come.

After waiting for a long time, there was no sword wind coming, and suddenly a deafening scream was heard, but it was from the Mongolian people who surrounded them.

The two children were startled, and when they opened their eyes, they saw two Mongolian people less than ten feet away from them, and they were slashing at their companions with their big knives.

What's going on?

The two children were stunned and dumbfounded as they looked at the Mengren who suddenly slashed at each other.

Can anyone explain to them what is going on?

But there was no one to explain, and the Mongols who surrounded them fell to the ground one by one as they slashed each other.

Suddenly, an earth-shattering roar was heard not far away, and someone drove a horse galloping towards this side.

The two children were surprised again, and immediately came back to their senses, hurriedly held hands, and rushed out of the encirclement that they no longer posed a threat to.

Unable to discern the direction anymore, the two children ran forward desperately by feeling. Behind them, as the sound of horses' hooves approached, the Mongolian people who were slashing each other finally stopped, and after several deafening shouts, the still alive Mongolian people pursued in the direction of the two children's running.

I don't know how long I ran, but fortunately, the road in the direction of running was narrow and curved, and the Mongolian mounts that were chasing me didn't play much of a role, so the two children were able to escape and not be surrounded in the village again.

There was a shaking slope in front of me, and after sliding down the bottom of the slope and running for a while, the road gradually widened. In the distance, you can see the smoke rising, and there must be another village there.

Liu Shuangli didn't dare to lead the Mongolian people to other villages, so she pulled the boy, turned around, and turned to the end where there was no cooking smoke. As far as the eye can see, there is a field of red sorghum with no end in sight.

The Mongolian people behind him had chased him to less than 100 feet, and Liu Shuangli didn't dare to hesitate any longer, and dragged the boy into the sorghum field.

It's late autumn, and the sorghum is growing very well, enough for half an adult to be tall.

As soon as the two children got into the high-grain field, they disappeared in an instant.

I don't have any extra thoughts to think about why in this late autumn season, the sorghum has grown so tall, and the rice grains are full and red and fall to the ground, and have they not been harvested?

It was not harvested, and it was for nothing else, because it was precisely because of the continuous looting of the villages in the area by the Mongols that a large number of prime-aged laborers fled south. As a result, the fields in this area have been less worked and harvested for many years.

Although this year's rain was abundant, the crops in the fields were able to grow well without much care. But no matter how good it looks, it will be in vain for a village where only the old people remain.

At the same time, the sorghum field was still overgrown with weeds, and the two children were burrowed in it, and from time to time they were pierced by the blade-like blades of grass that suddenly burst out.

The angry scolding of the Mongolian people continued to come, and the pursuit became more and more fierce. Fortunately, with dense sorghum as cover, the two children were not discovered and caught.

The two children tightened their breath and slowed down, for fear that if they made a loud noise, they would be discovered by the Mongolian people who were close at hand.

They cautiously moved into the depths, listening to the sound of the pursuit. Gradually, there were quite a few sounds, dozens of paces in front of them.

It sounds like a lot of Mongolians have overtaken them and run to the front.

The two children did not dare to move, and slowly moved forward half a lean, and the screams and scolding began to slowly spread in all directions. After another half of the moment, I heard that in the chaotic crying, there seemed to be a lot of guarded, fixed from all directions.

The two children were amazed, and bent down to carefully peek out through the cracks in the sorghum stalks. But in the eyes of the pole, on the red sorghum field mixed with many yellowed weeds, on all sides, there was a Mongolian man standing high on horseback, carefully looking down at this piece of sorghum, and promptly directing the pursuit of his companions.

With such precautions and containment, even mosquitoes can't fly out.

The two children looked at their hearts and felt half cold, so they simply sat on the ground and didn't leave.

The autumn sun was shining, it was almost noon, they hadn't eaten in the morning, and they had been walking on the Huangquan Road, and the two children only felt extremely tired. I sat down and didn't want to stand up again for a long time.

The atmosphere did not dare to breathe, and did not dare to relax its guard. As soon as there was any abnormal noise, the two children would nervously raise their heads and look around. It wasn't until they were safe again that they relaxed a little, bowed their heads and breathed. (To be continued.) )