The old prime minister nodded, sighed, and said, "But isn't it, this finch is going to become an empty city." ”

The general said, "If this is the case, then these people's hatred for the Tarslaves is even deeper. As soon as we free them, they will fight back angrily against the Tatars. We have a strong helper. ”

Gandhi said, "Yes, it's a good thing. ”

The three of them unanimously agreed with this idea.

……

On the hill west of the city, there are no trees or grass, and it is bare, and it is a little dazzling in the sun. These are all the light reflected by the truncated stones.

When you look at it with the sun on your back, you will see that there are many small black spots on the top of those white flowers, and these are the slaves pulled from the city and the countryside. They work twenty hours a day, and only four hours are given to them to rest.

During the day, he worked under the scorching sun, and at night he had to continue to work in the cold wind. Once the temperature here arrives in autumn, the temperature difference is terrifying. Wearing a cotton jacket in the morning, wearing yarn in the afternoon, and eating watermelon around the stove at night, it is the climate that is on.

After such a long time and intense work, many people got sick. But he still has to work. As long as you live, as long as you can move your legs and feet, you can't stop.

Many people died when they couldn't hold on, and when they died, they were left under the cliff by the Tatar soldiers and fed to the wolves. This attracted a lot of wild wolves who were waiting to eat ready-made meals. At night, I will hear the howls of those wild wolves in unison, and I will feel trembling when I hear them, and it will be very permeating.

It was dawn, and it was a sunny day, and in the midst of hard work, the sun rose very quickly.

The stones on the mountain were knocked down by these slaves with chisels, wedges, hammers, piece by piece, piece by piece. Halfway up the mountain, in a quarry, several Tarslav soldiers were whipping the slaves like cattle, not allowing them to stop for a moment.

The sound of the whip echoed through the mountains, telling of brutality.

"Fucking hurry up, hurry up, do you hear that?" A Tarslav soldier shouted as if he were shouting about a herd of livestock.

The working slaves hurried to speed up a little. They were unkempt and ragged, and many of them were barefoot, and even if they had shoes, they were not worn out. These people's hands and feet were covered with blood, and they looked very miserable.

The sun hung high in the sky, watching this miserable scene, but there was nothing to be done. All it can do is speed up its movement and make dusk come sooner. Because it was then that the slaves could rest, drink water, and eat some dry food that was hard like a stone.

It was the only time they were happy, but it was very short-lived, and they had to start working again in a quarter of an hour.

There were not only young men, but also women, the elderly, and children. Women, the elderly, and children do slightly lighter work. But for them, it's still too much. A lot of people just can't hold on anymore.

And then there are the young women, who often have to accept the bestiality of a soldier, and after being insulted, they have to continue their work. It's just inhumane.

A young couple was arrested. And the places where they work as husband and wife are not far apart. We can also take care of each other.

The sun had set, and dusk had arrived. The time of happiness for the slaves has arrived.

"Alright, alright, it's all eaten. Hurry up and eat, and when you're done eating, get me the job done. A soldier shouted.

And the husband of the couple ran down and found his wife. They had just been married, and they had just entered the cave when they were arrested.

"Xia'er, how are you?" The husband asked, holding his wife's scarred hand, but tears welled up in his eyes. Looking at the originally delicate plain hands, which had become such scarred hands, he could only swallow tears into his stomach.

"I'm fine, what about you. You see your feet are bleeding. Does it hurt? The wife broke free of her husband's hand and quickly squatted down to wipe the fresh blood on her husband's instep with her torn sleeve.

She was a woman after all, so she couldn't help but cry.

Conquest also quickly squatted down, and said with a smile: "It's okay, it's okay." It's your hand! As he spoke, he took his wife's hand and looked at it unbearably.

The wife was afraid that her husband would be sad when she saw her hand, so she quickly pulled it back and said it was all right. In fact, she would have been stubborn for a long time, if it weren't for her husband, maybe she would have committed suicide by jumping off a cliff. However, she didn't want her husband to be left alone to suffer, she wanted to be worthy of him.

"Xia'er, let's sit down!" The husband took his wife and sat him down.

The wife rested her head on her husband's shoulder, and the two faced the fiery red sunset on the horizon, and under the sad and sad faces, they were a little indifferent.

The sunset was so beautiful, it spread over the sky one by one, and dyed the earth red.

"I really want to go to the edge of the sky!" The wife whispered.

The husband looked at the gorgeous sunset, raised his eyebrows, and his expression darkened again. He understood what his wife meant, that the heavens were free, and that there was no such suffering.

"yes, it must be beautiful over there." The husband said.

"When are you going to take me?" The wife said.

"Well, I will." The husband said.

Hearing her husband's affirmative answer, the wife smiled, and she felt a moment of happiness. But the laugh is indeed bitter.

"Xia'er, if we can get out of here, I'll take you to Brother Yu's distant place, where the two of us are alone. I build a thatched hut, you stay in the house, I go out hunting, I go out to farm, we live happily, you give me a few more children, we are a family, a family...... I'm sorry, Xia'er, I'm sorry......" The husband couldn't hold back anymore when he said this, and the tears in his eyes ran wildly. One by one, they dripped on his wife's head.

The wife knew that her husband was crying, but she didn't look at him because she couldn't stop crying.

"Well, I'll give you a baby, give birth to a lot, boys, girls, all of them, okay?" The wife cried.

"Okay, okay." As the husband spoke, the wife hugged her tightly in his arms.

The fiery sunset grew thicker and thicker, dyeing the young couple's bodies blood-red. The wife's face was easily washed away by the tears, revealing her fair skin, and against the backdrop of this red glow, she was as delicate as a peach blossom.

At this time, two Tatar soldiers who delivered food came over.

"Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing, what are you doing?" A soldier shouted as he walked up behind the couple. Very impatient.

The frightened couple quickly separated.