The impact of war has never been limited to a small group of people, especially when faced with foreign invasions.

As the saying goes, prosperity, the people suffer, death, the people suffer.

When the flames of war are raging and spreading, the most unfortunate people are the unarmed ordinary people who have to be caught up in it.

Hanoi used to be a wealthy county, but now, many places in Hanoi have been looted, houses have collapsed, and the streets are also filthy.

Ragged old men, sobbing and dragging bare-bottomed children, then falling to the ground, women and young men carrying what they can use at home, or pushing carts crowded into the fleeing crowd, human voices, crying voices, shouting sounds, domestic animal sounds...

All kinds of voices converged under this sky, stretching all over the mountains.

The roads and forests were crowded with people, and heart-rending cries gathered above the crowd.

The mountains were full of human figures, and the noisy sound buzzed in the ears, and the crying children were slapped a few times by the men before they stopped.

An old woman with gray hair and ragged clothes was helped to sit tremblingly under a tree, looking at her relatives who were walking away with cloudy eyes, her thin and weak legs moved, and she fell to the ground, but she could no longer stand up......

With the invasion of the Xiongnu soldiers, a large number of people in Hanoi began to leave their homes.

Or go to the city to beg for relatives, or go to the city to beg, and then return to their ruined homes after the soldiers have passed, and continue to live as before, perhaps some of them will never return to their hometowns.

However, since the beginning of the war, their ancestors have also come and gone back to continue to multiply.

Because, they simply do not have the ability and courage to deal with and resist those foreign tyrants.

As the saying goes, bandits are like grates, and soldiers are like shavings, just like those yellow turban thieves before came, naturally they burned, killed and looted.

Today's Huns are even more crazy, tyrannical, terrifying and bloody!

In fact, not only Hanoi County, but also the entire Han world.

Over the years, the Yellow Turban Army, the Official Army, the Xiliang Army, the Princes' Alliance, the Foreign Race, the Xianbei People, the Huns....

These people of the same race and different races are killing each other and fighting constantly, which is really 'fighting for the city, killing the city, fighting for the land, killing the wilderness!' ’

They are also used to it, in the face of these cruel and tyrannical, sharp-armed scimitars, and infinitely killing guys, all they can do is flee and dodge.

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It's just that, even so, those Hun soldiers will not easily choose to let them go!

The smoke and fire are filled with smoke, and the cooking dust is uproaring.

The breeze was blowing, and it seemed that everyone could smell a smell of blood from the wind.

Piece by piece, row by row, village village, household, countless county seats, manors, all of which are trampled and vigorous by horses' hooves and blades!

On a village about ten miles west of Mozhi County, the corpse holding a weapon was broken in front of the courtyard gate.

Going inside, the scarlet and dazzling colors spread out, and there was a woman's cry under the porch, and more than a dozen figures of men, women, and children stood there hanging their heads, and the fleshy bones fell into sight.

The headless corpse lay quietly on the ground, the crow stood on it pecking, and occasionally a figure came up, flapping its wings and flying up, a blade dyed red.

The human head was dragged in his hands, and red blood beads dripped from the broken mountain of flesh.

In front of them, a bald man was nibbling on a whole chicken, and a large knife was leaning against the pillar.

The entire manor was a few miles away, and there was no longer a shadow of half a civilian, and the city was full of dilapidated appearances, as if it had been looted.

Most of the animals were slaughtered and roasted, and everyone sat everywhere with a bloody breath and ate cattle, sheep, chickens and ducks.

And Liu Bao, the king of Zuoxian, sat boredly by a doorrail.

At the age of twenty-five, he is in the prime of his life as a prairie rider.

The head of messy hair is cut short with a knife and tied directly behind the head, looking simple and savage, the angular face is covered with scars, which are the traces left to him by the knife frost on the prairie, the wolf skin draped diagonally on the shoulder is a symbol of the steppe warrior, and the gold ring hanging on the left ear marks that he is still from a noble background.

"It's boring..."

The muscles on his face twitched faintly, and the murderous aura exuded from his body became a little thicker, making several of his subordinates shudder, knowing that the famous lord behind him began to be ruthless again.

With a slight look in front of him, it was his uncle, who was raging, Hu Chuquan.

Drawing the knife with his backhand, he slashed downward, and the blood flew out, splashing the rest of the people in the face, and then the black war horse crashed into the courtyard, and some people were directly knocked down and trampled, or dodged and jumped away.

The horse's hooves were already approaching behind a girl who wanted to turn around, and with a grab, he grabbed the girl who screamed directly in front of him and placed it horizontally.

"Let her go!!"

The girl's father, finally couldn't help it, picked up a knife from the ground and rushed up, trying to stop Bào Xíng, but was hit in the chest by the horse's hooves kicked back, wow, spit out a mouthful of blood, and his body flew out directly upside down and smashed into the crowd, and the people around him scattered chaotically and ran around.

Then, the sword light swept through the dazzling light, the two palms waving, and the head that spoke with a frightened and round expression, rolled on the ground, and the remaining dozens of village protectors, looking at the lifeless body in horror, hid their faces and knelt down.

"Hmph, a group of spineless Han people!"

Hu Chuquan wiped the blood stains on the blade, "Take the woman away, kill the rest of the people, and learn from them to hang their heads on the tree." He swept the kneeling crowd lightly, put away his knife and got on his horse.

The sound of horses' hooves finally sounded in this direction, and the cavalry, which was seen to be a thousand people, rushed like a river.

The general on horseback was of medium and strong stature, with a gray collared robe, covered with two basin collar armor, two animal faces on each of his coats, and a black face with a slight tiredness.

The war horse shook its mane slightly, Liu Bao patted the horse's head, drove the horse a few steps, his eyes swept over the head, and then stopped on the person who was headed by the opposite.

Thousands of people slowly arrived in the dark night, filling the entire space with a strong and intense aura.

The flames burned, and the horses' hooves trampled over the corpses.

A loaded Hun cavalry happily talked to each other.

Later, Liu Bao looked back at the burning Zhuangzi, the Han people running in panic, and then at the struggling woman on the back of his uncle's horse in front of him, and shook his head.

These Han women can't get into his eyes.

The best pursuit of a prairie man is to ride the fastest horse, use the best knife, and grab the most beautiful woman!