Guan Hu did not refuse Hao Jian's kindness, after all, they were just a group of unarmed civilians, and they would have no power to resist if the Tartars made a comeback.

Hao Jian estimated that he would have to delay some time in Guanjiatun, so he sent two light cavalry back to find Liu Ji and them, and asked them to bring Hai Dongqing to join them.

After the two light cavalry took the order, Hao Jian asked all the war horses left by the Tartars to be brought over, put some old and weak women and children on the horses, and used the two war horses to make a stretcher for Guan Hu to lie on them.

The bodies of the fallen soldiers and the villagers who had been injured by the Tartars were also carried back on horseback.

As for the corpses of the Tartars, Hao Jian didn't have the heart to care about it, and after receiving their weapons and equipment, he left them to the wilderness, which is also the fate that these barbarians should have.

This place is a wasteland, surrounded by mountains, and there are many wild beasts, and it is believed that it will not be long before these corpses disappear, which is the self-purifying function of nature.

Slowly all the way, people's emotions were stable at first, but as they got closer to their homes, the people's emotions fluctuated a little, and many people began to cry when they looked at the black smoke in Tunzi, and gradually the cries became one, whimpering and telling the people's accusations and grievances about fate.

Hao Jian rode on the horse, his face was solemn, and he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.

For these people, they have experienced too much suffering, and any words of comfort are pale and powerless, and only by letting them cry out will their grief and suppressed emotions be vented.

Although it was a slow walk, it didn't take long to reach Guanjiatun.

As soon as he entered the tunzi, the cries of the crowd broke out even more, the long howls of women, the low whimpering of men, the crying of children, these rolling sounds all poured into Hao Jian's ears, poured into his heart, and rolled in his heart, and finally became a tornado, almost making him feel breathless.

Walking slowly along the road of Tunzi, Rao was mentally prepared, but when he saw the angry heads on both sides, as well as the corpses dangling on the top pillar of the archway tree, he still couldn't help but get out of anger, and the depression in his heart was even more vigorous.

"Erya!" A woman's heart-rending cry suddenly rang out, and Hao Jian's eyes were fixed to see that it was a young woman about twenty years old, stumbling and crying and pounced on a little girl who had been nailed to the door with a spear pierced through her chest.

The little girl wore two pigtails to the sky, her face was immature, and she looked like she was only three or four years old, but at this time, her lifeless eyes were open blankly, and she looked straight at the sky, as if she didn't know what death was all about.

The woman threw herself on the little girl and wailed in pain, and many of the people around her cried along.

"Damn Tartars, you won't let go of such a small child, you damned beasts!"

"These Tartars, who are worse than brutes, I'll kill you!"

"Dog Tartar, I am your eighth ancestor!"

……

The women in the crowd were in pain, and the men were looking up to the sky with red eyes and roaring.

Guan Hu had already come down from the horse, leaning against a big tree, hugging his wife and daughter tightly, and his eyes were red.

Hao Jian watched this scene, his chest rising and falling violently because of anger.

Although I have seen how these barbarian people slaughtered the Han people in the history books in the past, it is only a vague concept after all, and there is no specific feeling.

Now that he has seen this human tragedy with his own eyes, he feels what it means to be shallow on paper. The shocking blood, the dead eyes, the fragmented body give people a sense of visual impact, and the shock of the soul and body, which is incomparable to any written description.

For the first time, he had an intuitive feeling of the tyranny and viciousness of these barbarian peoples, and this feeling turned into a monstrous anger burning in his chest, fermenting, and threatening to burn his whole being.

He suddenly pulled out the lord's greatsword at his waist, and said loudly with a long roar:

"Folks, I, Hao Jian, swear here today, in my lifetime, I will kill all the Tartars who have committed against my Han people, and never let the blood of my Han people be shed in vain, if I violate this oath, I should be like this!"

With that, the long sword swung and slashed at a small tree the thickness of an arm's arm beside him, and the sword flashed, and the small tree was broken into two.

Seeing Hao Jian's actions, the crowd quieted down, you look at me, I look at you, they all seem to be a little hesitant.

"I believe in you, general! I'm going to kill the Tartars with you in the future! The beautiful descendant who was called the leopard boy suddenly roared.

"Me too, I also want to avenge my father and mother, and kill the Tartars with the adults!"

"And me, my brother was also killed by the dog Tartar, I want to take the dog head of the Tartar to my brother's grave!"

With the leopard taking the lead, many young descendants raised their arms and shouted, all of them looked excited, their eyes were red, and they all wanted to follow Hao Jian to kill the tartar.

Many men were also infected, and they also roared angrily to follow Hao Jian to kill the Tartars.

"My lord, and I Guan Hu. Don't look at me injured, but this injury is not difficult for me! I am the best hunter in our tunzi, and my wife was also killed by the Tartars. If it weren't for you today, I would be a dead man by now. Therefore, I will also go with you to kill the Tartars, if I don't kill all these dog Tartars, I will not be a man! ”

Guan Hu, who was injured in the leg, also struggled to stand up straight, and said loudly to Hao Jian with red eyes.

"Daddy, I'm going to kill the Tartars with you and avenge my grandmother!" A childish voice sounded next to him, but it was Guan Hu's daughter, Xiao Layue, who was holding her father's hand with her head up, and her black grape-like eyes were also flashing with determination.

"I'll go too!"

"And me!"

"Let's all go, let's all follow the adults to kill the Tartars!"

Many women and children also roared.

Everyone's eyes looked at Hao Jian, just waiting for him to nod in agreement.

Today's Hao Jian has proved with blood that he can kill Tartars, and at this time he has naturally become the savior in the hearts of the people.

As for the Ming court and the border army? No one has faith in them anymore.

Looking at the pair of firm eyes and angry and excited faces, Hao Jian was also a little excited.

Many people say that the Han people are docile sheep that can only be slaughtered. But Hao Jian knows today that the Han nation is the toughest and bravest nation in the world, and they have never lacked courage and wisdom, and as long as someone raises their arms, thousands of people will follow to resist all tyranny and barbarism.

Although we love peace, it does not mean that we are cowardly. As soon as the Motherland needs it, we will put down our hoes, pick up swords and guns, and become the bravest fighters!

In the thousands of years since China's history, there has never been a shortage of brave warriors who dare to die bravely for the sake of the country and the nation, dignity and freedom.

Isn't that what you're looking for?