The hungry people who had been impaled from behind by the halberd could not die for a while, and they began to kneel on the ground and convulse, their convulsive bodies shrunk into a ball like scalded ants, and their bodies were so clumped together that their heads almost touched their legs. Blood poured out of the huge wound. The trembling purple lips tried to make a faint sound, and it felt very faint, but it was barely audible to hear the words "I'm cold". As time passed, the convulsions of these badly wounded hungry people became weaker and weaker, and gradually they stopped moving.

The stones and sticks of the hungry people could hardly inflict damage on the soldiers who were armed to the teeth, but the long knives and halberds of the soldiers of the county soldiers killed the hungry people. The serious asymmetrical casualties make the act of grabbing food not just grab food, but send it to death in vain.

Soon, dozens of hungry homeless people were either dead or seriously injured to be killed, and the heavy casualties made the hungry people who were still full of blood and vain trying to grab food just now feel like falling into an ice cellar, and their courage was smashed in front of the soldiers of the county. The footsteps of those behind became less determined.

"Run for your life!" A small number of hungry people who woke up from their dream of grabbing food began to flee while shouting, and soon the rout spread was infectious. The few hungry people who bravely attacked also quickly disappeared under the frenzied attacks of the county soldiers.

"Chase!" , With Dubo's order, the county soldiers in the front row began to pursue with their halberds, and the last hungry people were tied into strings by the county soldiers with halberds. The soldiers of the county with swords and shields in their hands rushed to the front with their flexible bodies, and the unclothed homeless people were cut down to the ground one after another.

This kind of tragedy caused even more chaos among the hungry people, and the hungry people who cried for their fathers and mothers only hated their parents for missing two legs, and they began to run frantically for their lives. The queues of the hungry began to spread out. Many of the already weak homeless people fell to the ground before they could run a few steps.

Zhao Hong's team of laborers stayed where they were, and were ordered by Dubo to guard the grain trucks with weapons.

Seeing that the queue of hungry people who had fled far away had been scattered by the county infantry and fled in all directions, "The cavalry will attack with me. Duber gave orders to several cavalrymen around him, whipping his horse and began the pursuit. Duber, wearing a cherry helmet and holding a long sword, rushed to the forefront, and soon caught up with a poorly clothed woman who was pulling a little girl of five or six years old to escape with difficulty. Duber sped past her with his heavy sword in his hand, and a head had risen into the sky and landed not far away along a parabola. The headless corpse, spurting blood from its neck, still pulled the little girl forward for four or five steps before falling heavily. The little girl who was splashed with blood still held the hand of the headless corpse, and shouted in a crisp childlike voice, "Mother, mother, what's wrong with you?" The headless corpse did not answer the little girl's cries, and the blood that flowed red stained the ground in front of it.

Several other cavalrymen learned Dubo's behavior well, and one by one they used their fast horse speed to cut down the hungry people to the ground, and after a while, they became blurred in Zhao Hong's field of vision.

Looking at the tragedies happening in front of him, Zhao Hong felt as if a heavy boulder had been pressed in his heart, as if he was about to lose his breath. "I really don't have the power to do them!"

Surrounding......

Seeing that there were no more hungry people in the vicinity who could run, the county infantry began to cut off the heads of the hungry people's corpses. Some of the seriously injured homeless people were also beheaded alive. These heads signify military exploits and are a reward for the soldiers of these counties, so they must be indispensable. There was even a scramble for the first rank of the county soldiers. Several of the horsemen who had gone away also returned on listless horses, their backs covered with human heads, their eyes wide open, their mouths wide open, and the cross-section of their necks dripping with blood.

"Happy, happy!" Duber, who was riding a horse, laughed and brandished his blood-stained sword, and it took him a long time to put it in its scabbard.

"It's been a long time since you've killed so cool!"

At this time, a county soldier holding a sword and shield gently walked behind the little girl who was lying on the ground crying bitterly, and slowly raised the long knife high, just about to chop it down, at this moment.

"Wait!"

The soldiers of the county were stunned when they heard this, and turned their heads to see that Zhao Hong had already come closer. Zhao Hong stretched out his right hand and gently pointed at the little girl.

"This big brother, let her go!" Zhao Hong said in a calm tone. The little girl with a bloody face was stunned by what was happening in front of her, and her eyes were staring straight at the ground. The frightened young body was tightly curled into a ball. It was a bit hot, but the little girl was shaking with her arms folded. "She's still a child."

"Does Lao Tzu still have to wait for her to grow up and take revenge?"

With the swing of the knife, a small head rolled down not far away, and the spurting neck blood spurted Zhao Hong's face. Zhao Hong instinctively closed his eyes.

Zhao Hong, who closed his eyes, was about to suffocate with guilt, and at the same time, the cramping feeling of the nervous stomach became more and more obvious. His eyes were a little moist, and all he could see was a blood-red sky.

Zhao Hong felt that he could feel a certain liquid on his face slowly flowing down his cheeks, like the feeling of ants crawling on his face, gradually crawling to the corners of his mouth. Along the corners of his mouth, the liquid flowed into Zhao Hong's mouth. Well, it's a little salty.

Zhao Hong, who closed his eyes, only felt that he could still see, a piece of red, a piece of red like blood. Zhao Hong saw through the fog of history, as if he saw another era that made him painful。。。。。 During the Chongzhen period of the Ming Dynasty......

It is also an era of hunger, and it is also an era of righteous men and gentlemen. The scrawny hungry people were chained to trees by the captain of the Ming Dynasty, the grain conscription team, and severely beaten with whips. Most of the hungry people could not bear to hand over the last bit of life food hidden at home, which was used as public food as "liao salary" to support national construction. For a small number of die-hard elements, the grain conscription team slowly scalded their scalps with boiling water, and finally burned them to death. The road guidance system of the Ming Dynasty firmly tied the hungry people to the land, and some peasants who turned over and became masters wanted to escape the famine overnight, and the Ming army was firmly blocked on the road and escorted back after walking out of the road for more than ten kilometers. As the master of the country in the new era, he must starve to death locally, otherwise he will be smeared by the emperor "Chongzhen", a generation of great men who are honored as saints by the Donglin Party. In the "Chongzhen" period at the end of the Ming Dynasty, more than 30 million Chinese died in the most serious "four-year" natural disasters。。。。。。

The village chief's leather whip swung down violently and slammed into Zhao Hong's body, causing Zhao Hong to stumble, but he didn't feel the pain.

Zhao Hong opened his eyes suddenly, and kept the spear shaft against his shoulder. It turned out that Liu Song was knocking himself with a spear shaft.

"Brother Hong, our team has set off...