The wind was cold, bleak and bleak, the sunset was as red as blood, the dim sky was gradually sinking, and the sharp cold wind blew through the skin, as if to peel off a person's skin.

The people on the road were exhausted to the extreme, and there were more and more people stopping on the road to rest and gasp.

They didn't care about the dirty roads, covered in yellow dust, and fell crookedly on the side of the road one by one, their faces pale and they couldn't lift up a little strength to move their feet, as if they wanted to bury themselves in this rootless world.

Crowded among the dusty and tired refugees, a servant sat down on a young woman, who looked young, about seventeen years old.

I saw her delicate long black hair draped over her shoulders, the hosta was slanted, her skin was as moist as a peach clip, her red lips and the white of her skin were more distinct, and her eyes were like water, but with a touch of sorrow.

"Madame, drink some water!" The maid wiped the sweat from her forehead and took out the water bag from her bag.

Before the woman could reply, lamentations rang out one after another, and some people who were ready to come forward to talk to each other paused and showed embarrassment.

A woman can be called a lady before leaving the cabinet, and after leaving the cabinet, she will be called a lady, and the maid is called a lady at this time, which indicates that the woman has already married a wife.

The woman's cheeks were flushed, she took the water bag handed by the maid and drank lightly, wiped her red lips lightly, and handed the water bag to the maid: "You can drink some too." ”

"I'm not thirsty!" The maid shook her head and carefully covered the water bag with a wooden stopper.

"I don't know where my father is," the woman turned her head to look behind her with a hint of sadness on her face.

The cold wind swirls from the end of the horizon, the gray clouds are dyed with the sunset, and a line of birds flutters away with the passing glow.

Heaven and earth are calm when the sun sets.

The misty night fog slowly enveloped them like a song, and the afterglow of the veins slowly flowed to the sky, and a black flowing line appeared in the last light of the setting sun.

The ground began to tremble gradually, and the whistling sound was like a mountain and a sea, as if the river was surging, and the heavens and the earth were changing!

"It's Xiliang Army!" Someone in the crowd suddenly screamed, and there was a slight tremor in their voices.

"No, the Huns, it's the Huns!" At first, some of the stunned people reacted, and whether they had strength or no strength, they all screamed and fled in all directions.

With a loud sentry and a loud whistle, the Hun cavalry who had put their heads low on the belly of their horses raised their bodies in an instant, and with a neat wave of their right hands, countless pieces of sword light pierced the dim sky!

"Kill!" The shouts in unison were deafening, and as the black frenzy approached, the slogans grew louder and louder, drumming in the ears.

I don't know who was the first to drop the knife, but when I saw blood splattering, half of my chopped body rolled to the side of the road.

It seemed that a cannon was thrown at the crowd, and they fled frantically, but where could they escape the speed of the war horse, they ran out three or four steps, and their heads were cut off by the sharp steel knife.

More people were cut down, and the corpses in the wilderness were multiplied, and none of them were complete, a head here, an arm there, two thighs on the left, and a intestine on the right.

The Huns seemed to use this place as a slaughterhouse, and when they saw a person, they slashed it with their knives, and the refugees fled in all directions, and the Huns swept in all directions.

Due to the fact that there were too many refugees, the formation of the Huns was not useful at all, and the killing was rising, so they didn't care about the art of war formation, they just cared about rampage.

In the Xiongnu Central Army, Yu Fuluo kicked away the body that was cut in half, and the thick-soled leather boots were dripping with sticky blood.

The whimpering cry overshadowed his impatience, a group of captured civilians, young and old, male and female.

Two Hun soldiers rushed into the crowd, dragged the wounded man out, raised his foot and stepped on his back, picked up the knife and slashed, several heads fell to the ground, and the blood sprayed everywhere.

The people were so frightened that they screamed, some wept, some covered their eyes, and some fainted.

"Warriors, what do you say these Han people should do?" Juvro raised his whip and swung it at the trembling crowd.

A centurion next to him said, "Kill." ”

Huvro slammed a whip on his head: "Kill what? Didn't you see a young woman and a young man in the prime of life? The tribe lacked nothing but maidservants and slaves. ”

The centurion said tremblingly: "What King Zuo Xian said, what King Zuo Xian said. ”

In the Xiongnu official system, King Zuo Xian, also known as King Zuo Tuqi, often holds this position as the crown prince, and Yu Fuluo's father is the previous Xiongnu Shan Yu.

The year before last, the Xiongnu had civil strife, his father was killed, and Yufuluo's territory and pastures were occupied, so he came to Luoyang with his troops and asked the Han to send troops to help him regain the throne.

Originally, this matter was an ironclad matter, but people are not as good as heaven, and there was also civil strife in the Han court, and the fire in his own house was not extinguished, so he still had the heart to take care of other people's affairs.

So Yu Fuluo and his subordinates stayed in Luoyang, under Dong Zhuo's tent, this time Dong Zhuo burned Luoyang, moved the capital to Chang'an, he took advantage of the chaos to break away from the Xiliang army, along Chang'an, Hanoi all the way to plunder.

Yu Fuluo rubbed the horsewhip vigorously, his eyes lit up, he walked towards the group of people, and said: "If you ask a word, if you answer correctly, you will follow me, if you answer wrong......

He raised his horsewhip and slashed it fiercely, the corners of his mouth hanging, "Do you see those soldiers just now?" ”

He was met with sobs of fear.

Yu Furo said coldly: "Who will make smelt? Who will strike iron? ”

No one answered, but only sad tears, as if a wave was pressed by death.

Yu Furo sneered: "No? Then I'll kill them one by one! ”

"Bah, damn Fangou," a middle-aged strong man stood up, pointed at Yu Fuluo and scolded, "You want us to build a scimitar to slaughter my Han people?" The siege equipment made to attack my Han city? Iron ...... smelted"

Before he could finish speaking, the nearest Hun soldier waved his scimitar, but when he saw the cold light, the middle-aged strong man was instantly separated, and the human skull rolled to the feet of the people.

Suddenly the cry became louder, and in that cry there was a torture of conscience, a fear for life, and a resentment against the enemy, and the heads hung down, but what I saw was someone else's head, a blood-stained head.

"As long as it's a craftsman, take a step back," Yu Fro snapped his horsewhip.

There was a small commotion, accompanied by a swallowed cry, someone lowered his head and took a step back, and then another, another......

More and more people retreated, and every face that retreated was hidden in the shadows, as if that retreat made them afraid to see the light of day.

They don't want to go to the north to be enslaved by the Huns, but if they don't go, I'm afraid they will be unable to escape death today, and the ants are still stealing their lives, let alone people.

Most of the place that was originally crowded with people was gone, and only some old and young women and children remained, leaning together with each other, looking in horror at the wolf-like Huns around them.