They froze together for a moment, and before the crowding Tatars could rush over, before Ayub could figure out what he was thinking, he threw the knife in his hand at the group, turned and ran wildly.

The fire grows louder and bigger, casting more and more shadows. The whole village was burning. He never imagined that the village would be so bewitching when it burned up, and no one would have thought that the hard, tough, and upright wood used to build houses would become so transparent, beautiful, and shining in the flames.

He ran and ran as fast as he had ever done before. The road flashed beneath his feet, and it was so familiar and yet so weird. The bushes, small trees, and weeds on both sides of the road now reached out to hold him down, pestering him, tripping him.

Although he stumbled all the way, he never fell once, his body seemed to become lighter, and strange air currents poured out from the end of his shoulder bone, and then played with it and tugged at it.

Burning black smoke hung over his head, and he couldn't see the sky, but he could feel the moon rising.

The scent of the reeds and the splash of water under his feet made him realize that he had run into the stream at the edge of the village.

The sound of the horse's hooves of the pursuers was as loud as thunder in his ears. He bowed his head into the dense reeds, but was stopped by a low woman's shout.

A tuft of pale blonde hair floated on the water, and only a pair of sparkling eyes underneath showed a look of fear and horror.

The girl whom Ammar had fallen in love had hidden herself in a shallow puddle.

Clever girl, she knows where the best hiding place is. Before Ayub could smile at the girl, who was named Saliha, she heard the sound of water splashing from the hooves of the horses that were coming from all directions. The Tatars rode silently on their horses, they were silent people.

Ayub realized that he had brought them here, and it only took a moment for him to know what he had to do.

"Lie there and don't move—" he said quickly, tossing the cloth bag in his hand, "take this." ”

"This is what Ammar gave you." He added.

Now he has nothing to worry about. He ran away along a river that was open in the moonlight. The water splashed into a white line under his feet. The sound of hooves chasing after him was getting closer and closer, wrapping into a semicircle.

There was a snap, and something grazed his calf and flew past, then another. This time it swept over his shoulders and snapped to the trunk of a tree on the side of the road, the wind blowing through his clothes. Only then did he realize that it was an arrow.

Ayub continued to run forward, he began to turn left and right, and his speed had to slow down, but the sound of hooves behind him also slowed, and they sounded unhurriedly, but in all directions, and they were getting closer. They stopped firing arrows, but followed him unhurriedly in the back.

It dawned on Ayub that they were driving him back to the village, back to the burning village, like a rabbit.

He knew it was a trap, but he had no choice.

Ayub struggled to run forward, slower and slower, he stumbled, gasping for air, several times wanting to give up, spreading his limbs and falling to the ground waiting to be slaughtered.

But he's still walking. The tallest fig tree in the village appeared before him. It was where the village elders met.

It wasn't lit. Ayub looked up and saw a row of dangling corpses dangling in the air in the hazy morning light, something shining in the leaves. He didn't pay attention to whose bodies they were. There is no road ahead.

The Tatars waited in a metal fence. The walls of moving metal armor, leather, and filthy fur were a ring of nonchalant, wolf-like stare. Their expressions looked as cold as stone. Ayub felt as if she had seen this scene somewhere, and had seen these expressions.

He stood still, knowing that it was the last moment.

With his bare hands, he faced a wall of enemy silence with many shining knives and sharp spears.

The Tatars looked at him with a hint of curiosity. Then they drew their bows, and the bowstrings rattled in the dry air.

At that moment, Ayub saw a red object fall from the sky, and then felt her body become as light as air and soar into the sky. Beneath his feet was a canopy of arrows woven into a black net chasing him, but he flew faster than an arrow. He slammed the green leaves of the fig tree and soared into the bright sky.

He and the Tatars heard a thunderbolt in the air, a violent wave of air crashing into their faces. The dust kicked up and spread slowly in all directions.

Is this on the way to heaven? Ayub thought, and then plunged into the abyss of darkness.

Ammar also saw the terrible sight, and he did not understand what was happening, only to see that the Tatars who had attacked him hastily lifted the siege of him and ran away in the shadow of the ridge.

Ammar didn't know that just now it was actually the nearby Sudanese army who was attacking the Tatar population

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