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Dorothea carried Mr. Odd's body in her arms, and stumbled down the road to the smoking manor, where Mrs. Stephen caught up several times to pick up Mr. Odd for Dorothea. But Dorothea hugged her so tightly that she bit her lip tightly, no matter what Mrs. Stephen said.

Countless estates are burning, not only houses, but also fields, woods. The North Yankee lit everything that could be lit. Thick black smoke rose and covered the entire sky, and the originally bright noon suddenly turned into dark night, and the air was filled with the smell of all sorts of things being burned, and Lady Stephen coughed violently and followed Dorothea.

"Miss, hide, Beiyan, Beiyan is coming!" Mrs. Stephen screamed.

Dorothea looked up, and by the light of the fire, she saw a large black crowd coming towards them. The men cheered and laughed like a pack of jackals, and some of them laughed wildly as they shot indiscriminately into the sky. With the light of the flames rushing behind them, these people looked like monsters crawling out of the gaping maws of hell that rose from flames.

Dorothea couldn't find a place to avoid such a large group of monsters, so she could only hold her father and stand on the side of the road.

The jackals passed by noisily, their hands full of "booty" looted along the way. One guy even used a gorgeous women's dress as a belt and tied it around his waist haphazardly, and another guy led a donkey in one hand, and the thatched house was full of all kinds of things, even curtains and wooden chairs.

"Little girl, do you have anything of value on you? Uncle wants to requisition. A lewd fat man with a bottle of wine in one hand suddenly stopped in front of Dorothea.

"You, you! How dare you ......" Lady Stephen rushed forward and got in front of Dorothea.

"Stinky" biaozi "! You're looking for death! The obscene fat man picked up the bottle and smashed it in Lady Stephen's face.

The bottle shattered, and Lady Stephen's face was red, not knowing if it was blood or wine. Mrs. Stephen shook and fell to her head in a whisper.

"Mrs. Stephen!" Dorothea exclaimed.

"Give it to me!" The fat man dropped the bottle, grabbed the necklace around Dorothea's neck, which Dorothea's mother had left her, and pulled it with all his might, cutting the thread that held it together, and pulling it over.

"You give it back to me, you scoundrel." Dorothea scolded.

"Stinky" biaozi "! Don't be ashamed! The fat man, with blood-red eyes, tore off the body of Mr. Odd, which Dorothea was carrying, and threw it to the ground, and then, in Dorothea's weeping and exclamations, grabbed Dorothea by the collar and pulled Dorothea over. He pressed his fat face to less than a fist of Dorothea's, and the stench of wine that spewed out of his mouth made Rosia almost faint.

"Hehe, what else are you hiding in your "biaozi", let me search for it......" The fat man smiled lewdly and terrifyingly.

"Enough, Rogge! Let her go! A voice rang out,

The fat man let go of Dorothea, and Dorothea immediately crouched down, hugged Mr. Odd who had fallen to the ground, and cried.

"Andrei, I want you to be nosy!" The fat man grunted.

"You're left with the ability to bully women." Said a tall ensign. His body was empty, and he didn't have anything with him except a saber and a revolver at his waist.

"It's a mess right now, be careful, don't clash with those soldiers, give them whatever they want." The second lieutenant jumped off his horse, walked over, and whispered to Dorothea.

"Hey, Andre, let's go, there's a big manor ahead!" Someone shouted.

"You guys go first, and I'll follow you later." Andrei replied.

The procession passed by Dorothea continuously, infantry, cavalry, artillerymen, baggagemen...... They shouted wildly, laughed, and sang songs past them, and Andrei stood beside Dorothea with his horse in his arms......

As the crowd thinned out, Andrei bent down and said to Dorothea, who was still sobbing, "The war is coming to an end, and it will be all right." I'm gone, take care of yourself and live well! Then he jumped on his horse, took two steps from it, and then looked back again, and then waved his whip and galloped ahead.

……

After a long while, with a painful "shenyin", Mrs. Stephen woke up.

"Miss Dorothea, Miss Dorothea!" As soon as she opened her eyes, Mrs. Stephen screamed in horror.

"Lady Stephen, you're awake." Dorothea said.

"Miss Dorothea! It's great that you're okay. They don't have ......"

"They snatched my necklace." Dorothea said, "Let's go." ”

"Well, Miss Dorothea, let me give you a hug."

"No, Lady Stephen, I can do it!"

……

The entire manor had been burned to ashes, the house had been burned to the ground, the roof had been burned out, and only the blackened walls remained. There are also some black wood sticks that have not been completely extinguished and are smoking.

Dorothea held her father's corpse and walked around the piles of ashes as she walked towards the front. Over there, is her mother's grave.

In contrast, Dorothea's mother's grave was undamaged. Except for some roses next to it that were burned, everything else was fine.

Dorothea gently put her father down, and said to Mrs. Stephen, "Go and help me find a shovel." ”

"Yes, Miss Dorothea," Mrs. Stephen turned and left. After a long time, Mrs. Stephen came running back empty-handed: "Miss Dorothea, those damned northerners, have stolen everything in the house, not even a shovel left. ”

"Then go find a stick!" Dorothea suddenly yelled uncontrollably.

……

"With the support of the Navy, General Sherman's army swept across the entire state of Mississippi. The lair of the rebels (Confederate President Davis is a native of Mississippi) was burning brightly, and our military correspondent Lance interviewed General Sherman calling on the Southern rebels to stop their senseless resistance......

The general replied, 'I'm just going to make the whole of Mississippi cry wolf!' I'm just going to turn all of Mississippi into hell! I want to make the pain of all Mississippians -- young and old, rich and poor alike -- feel the pain in the heart! My legion will be ruined in Mississippi and then ...... If people think I'm cruel and cruel, I'll tell them that war is war, and it's not about winning people's affection! War is hell! If you want to stop this, if you want peace, you and your loved ones should lay down your arms and stop this war!'

Regarding his new goal, General Sherman had this to say: 'We must clear and destroy every obstacle, kill every man, take every inch of land, and confiscate every property as long as we deem it necessary.' In a word, ruthlessly destroy everything we see! ’……”

"What a brute!" Scrooge sighed.

"No, Mr. MacDonald." Elizabeth put down the newspaper and said excitedly, "I think General Sherman has done a great job, they all deserve it!" If I were a man, I would also go to General Sherman's troops, and burn all the South with one fire! Those Southerners deserve to die! There is no need to identify them at all, kill one when you see one, and ensure that there will be no wrongdoing! I love General Sherman so much. ”

"Elizabeth, watch your image!" Scrooge said dissatisfiedly, "If you can't control your feelings like this, when I go to Mississippi, I have to consider whether I want to take you with me." ”

"Mr. MacDonald, I promise that when there are outsiders, I will control my feelings, and I will even look sympathetic to the damned slave owners and say to them, 'I am so sad to see you like this.'" Elizabeth hurriedly said.

"Just remember." Scrooge said, "Don't get me in trouble when the time comes. Also, go get me Mr. Doon, and I'm going to prepare an article that will give me a little critique of Sherman. ”

"Well, okay, Mr. MacDonald."

……

"General Sherman's recent progress on the battlefield is certainly gratifying, but I also have to mention some other things, the fight against the rebels is important, but it must be grasped in scope and proportion. You must know that although the traitors are our enemies, not all the people of the South are our enemies, and even if they are, once the war is over, they will become our compatriots again. I have to say that General Sherman was too harsh in his treatment of them. I would also like to blame myself for not taking into account how civilians should be protected in war when the Washington Declaration was drafted. I hope that in the near future we will be able to add relevant elements to the Washington Declaration...... Hehe, Mr. MacDonald must have written such an article with his future business in Mississippi in mind. Maybe I should talk to Sherman, there are things that can be done, but not as loudly as he is. Well, with Sherman making such a fuss, the South must be a mess, Robert, you are now under attack, what should you do? Putting down the newspaper, General Grant laughed.