In the face of the countless Han slaves who shrunk in the flock and were no longer humanoid, Lu Hanqiang said to the surrounding brothers with a deep sorrow: "What else, take it back, let our big family slowly warm their hearts." Ethereal. At this time, Lu Hanqiang changed his mind, he didn't want to slaughter in the depths of the grassland anymore, because he had a new responsibility, that is, to bring these Han people, these suffering compatriots home, let the warmth of the Han family, let them be people again.

Squatting down again, he took the man's withered skeletal hand: "We'll take you home and no longer be slaves." ”

With Lu Hanqiang's movements, all the brothers pulled up each slave together, and they all said softly: "Get up, I'll take you home." ”

But those "people" who were being pulled tried hard to break free from the hands of their brothers, and squeezed into the flock in despair and numbness, and their mouths couldn't make human sounds.

Such a scene left all the brothers at a loss.

And at this time, a more tragic situation appeared, when the sheep dodged, revealing the piles of women corpses who were tortured to death, these people's eyes suddenly flashed with greedy light, madmen rushed over, pounced on the pile of corpses, and began to frantically compete with the sheepdogs, tearing and biting, everyone was desperately biting the corpses of their wives and daughters, and in the blink of an eye, the huge space was like a zombie hell.

All the people were stunned, all of them became overwhelmed, and some of the brothers crouched on the ground and began to frantically smash their fists on the ground until their hands were bloody.

The little fat man rushed up, desperately tearing a piece of a woman's corpse from a slave's mouth with blood-red eyes, and yelled: "Don't do this, don't do this, there are countless cattle and sheep here, these are all for you, let you eat enough, let you eat enough." As he spoke, he took a freshly slaughtered sheep and threw it in front of the slaves, and shouted hoarsely and cryingly: "Eat, eat, this is your food, this is fresh." ”

But when the man saw the sheep that had just been slaughtered, he suddenly burst out, rushed at the little fat man, and finally came out of his mouth with a string of words, fiercely fighting with the little fat man, so hard, so sacrificing life and forgetting death.

With his outburst, almost all of them pounced on the little fat man and the soldier brothers who slaughtered cattle and sheep, drowning them in the crowd in an instant.

Lu Hanqiang was stunned, he looked back at his brother behind him, and asked anxiously, "What are they talking about, what are they talking about?" ”

At this time, a brother of Yanmen said bitterly: "They said, this is the sheep of the head man, we are not allowed to hurt it, they want to protect the head man's sheep, and there is no one missing." ”

A feeling of powerlessness slowly crept up from his heels to the top of Lu Hanqiang's head, and a deep sadness spread in his heart, when a group has become a group that would rather eat the corpses of their comrades than protect the property of the enemy, what kind of despair is it?

Lu Hanqiang faced a group of people who were fighting with the little fat man, wept, picked up the knife, and stabbed the knife deeply into the chest of a slave and a compatriot in tears.

Lu Hanqiang has killed a lot of people, in fact, before entering the grassland, they were all his own compatriots, starting with Niu Er, and then the East Factory sitting, and then? Then I don't remember, I killed many, many people, and later, I killed countless rogues, including those who were originally people, but for a bite to eat, and took risks after ** greater than natural disasters, but every time he kills a person, he has a reason to kill, every time he kills, his heart has no sense of guilt, every time he kills, he has never shed a tear for the people who have been killed, but this time, every time he inserts a steel knife into the chest of these slaves who have lost their humanity, his heart will be cut by his own knife, and it hurts his heart, Every time he plunged a knife into the chests of these slaves, he wept bitterly and wept and wept, killing one slave after another.

When he thrust the steel knife into the chest of a slave, he hugged the limp corpse tightly, there was no blood spurting out of the body, and he saw the child who had not yet grown up from his tearful blurred vision, and his face showed a look of relief and relief, and he clearly heard the child's long and relaxed breath.

"Brother, I'll take your soul home, and I'll make you a new man." Lu Hanqiang cried and slammed the knife into the child's body, causing him to die happily.

All the brothers burst into tears together, weeping, and stabbed their knives at the slaves, who had completely lost their compatriots, no screams, no wailing, no pleading, everything was in the irrepressible cries of the brothers, slowly advancing to kill.

There was no life here anymore, and all the brothers collapsed and threw away the knife in their hands, as if the steel knife suddenly became hot, very hot, and each brother sat on the ground in prostration, sitting between the corpses of his compatriots, and letting his tears flow freely.

At this time, a feeble cry sounded in the flock, silent, as silent as death. Lu Hanqiang stood up with difficulty, groped for his knife, and slowly walked towards the flock with the knife. The flock of sheep dispersed, revealing a baby wrapped in filthy wool, whose little face was already frozen blue, and who was crying helplessly with its shriveled little mouth, so powerless.

This is a newborn baby, with a black head, black eyes, and a flat nose, all of which shows that she is of Han blood.

Seeing all this, Lu Hanqiang understood that this was a child secretly born by a woman, quietly hidden in the flock, hoping that God would open his eyes and let her live.

Gently picked her up, he couldn't feel the temperature at all, and his weak cold body trembled in Lu Hanqiang's hands.

Lu Hanqiang untied his chest and held her tightly in his arms, letting his body temperature warm her.

"Don't cry, I'll take you home."

At this time, in the silent crying, a low and sonorous singing voice slowly sounded in this heaven and earth.

"Rise up, people who do not want to be slaves, build our new Great Wall with our flesh and blood, the Chinese nation has arrived, and at the most dangerous time, everyone is forced to let out the last roar, get up, get up, get up, we are all united and march towards the enemy's artillery fire."

"Get up, since you don't want to be a slave, then join me in killing an upright person." Standing alone in the morning light, standing on the grassland, Lu Hanqiang raised the waist knife tied to his hand to the sky, and countless heroic souls of the Han family were entangled on it.