"Could it be that I really came to the ancient world of China?" Mark looked at the small town, and suddenly had the feeling of watching costume movies and television dramas. However, this scene is much more magnificent than the scene in the film and television drama.

Mark walked slowly towards the city gate, and to his surprise, the city gate was wide open, and when he looked through the city gate, he saw a hellish scene!

Inside the city, it's a world of death!

Mark has no fear of death for a long time, in the zombie world, he has also led the zombie army to slaughter millions, what kind of death has he not seen? Stepping on the blood, Mark slowly walked into Anping City, from his point of view, all life in the city seemed to be gone, there were corpses everywhere, men and women, old people's children, and some soldiers closest to the city wall.

If you look at the buildings, the walls are full of arrows, and they are very dense, like the thorns of a hedgehog. In the city, there are still many places with black smoke, and looking at the ashes on the ground, it is obvious that many wooden houses have been burned.

"These should be what those steppe cavalry did two days ago!" Mark suddenly felt a little angry in his heart, he thought of the situation in the history of China every time the grassland cavalry went south, and then looked at these corpses, they were all Chinese people, and he unconsciously substituted himself into it.

Anping City was not big, and Mark walked around the city, and the corpses on the ground had been ignored by him. When he arrived in the east of the city, Mark suddenly felt a sense of anger!

Mark is a fourth-level magician, and his spiritual power can be released tens of meters, and within this range, ordinary people can't escape his perception at all.

Mark walked into a house, which was so basic that he had to bend over to get in. There was not a single thing in the house intact, and Mark thought to himself, even if he had been bad, the destruction could not have been more complete.

Mark walked to the back of the house, he looked at the ground, the ground seemed to be nothing special, but if he looked closely, he could still tell that the dirt above was new.

Mark had already guessed something, and he used his magic to separate the dirt, revealing a plank a foot below, two feet square, with no gaps in it. However, it seems that the planks are not very thick.

"Bang!"

Cautious by nature, Mark stepped back, and two wrist-sized vines appeared on either side of the plank, and the vines grew rapidly like snakes, and then pierced into the plank. With a bang, two vines opened in both directions, and the plank was pulled up and split into two halves.

At this time, Mark saw the scene under the plank: a thin boy was looking at him with blood-red eyes!

Mark sighed, and sure enough.

"Come out." Mark's voice reached the boy's ears, and the boy seemed to have heard something terrible, and he gritted his teeth and trembled.

"Don't be afraid!"

Mark used his mental strength to soothe the boy, and after a moment, the boy calmed down. He stood up and walked out of the three-foot-deep, two-foot-square pit of dirt. Mark saw that there was a bamboo pipe at the base of the wall next to the earthen pit, which presumably it was a vent.

The boy climbed up and saw the scene at home, and his eyes were red again.

A group of tall barbarians broke into his house, his father tried to stop him, but he was beheaded by the other party, his sister, who was hiding in the corner and crying, was grabbed and killed by the barbarians, and his mother was taken captive by the barbarians......

These days, such scenes keep recurring in the boy's dreams.

When Mark saw this, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, he could imagine what was going on in the boy's heart.

"Let's go to sleep first." Mark's mental power was released, and the boy fell to the ground gently.

The next day, Mark continued his search in the city, eventually finding more than thirty survivors. The survivors were as old as thirteen or fourteen years old, as young as five or six years old, and all of them were boys. Some boys have experienced such cruel things that they have gone crazy with fright, and they can't do anything but cry. Some boys become speechless and look at everything with fear in their eyes. There are also boys, they are like cold blades, ready to kill at any time!

There are only three such boys!

Mark gathered the children together, and his tall figure looked down at them with a grim look on his face.

"Do you hate?" Mark's voice reached the hearts of the children, and the dozen or so children who had been crying paused, but immediately continued to cry. Two silent, frightened children looked up at Mark, and there seemed to be a different light in them.

As for the three hate-filled children, they all clenched their fists and their eyes were bloodshot.

Mark didn't pay attention to the children who were still crying, he threw a few knives into the ground, and the children were startled.

"Pick up the knife!" Mark said, his eyes looking ahead, not at anyone.

The children looked at the knives on the ground, and no one dared to move. Mark waited like this, and after two or three minutes, there was finally movement. The first kid he found walked up to the knives and grabbed one of them hard!

With the first, the second, and the third child soon moved as well, and the six knives that Mark threw down were quickly taken away. One child with a knife was too young to lift it, and another older child went to grab his knife. The kid bit the big kid's hand with his mouth, and the blood flowed!

Mark's expression softened.

"Very well, you have taken my weapons, and from now on, you will be my men. You will do whatever I ask you to do, and what I don't ask you to do, you must not do. Otherwise, I will not only take back your sword, but also your life! Mark didn't care if the children could understand or not, and said to himself.

"Now, I give you the order to kill those who don't have a sword!" Mark's voice was like a cold wind blowing on those children.

"I'll give you a quarter of an hour, and when I come back, if you don't do it, I'll bury you all here." Mark said, walking out of the room. He closed the door and never bothered with the house again.

A quarter of an hour later, Mark returned, and the house smelled of blood. He looked and saw that five of the more than thirty children were still alive, and there were no injuries on their bodies, and only one child was the one he had found for the first time. In addition, the child, who could not hold a knife, was still alive, but he had two scars on his hands and feet, and blood soaked his clothes.

"Not bad." Mark nodded, "Your fate is very bad, born in such troubled times. If you had been born in a peaceful and prosperous world, there would have been no such tragedy. Since it is in troubled times, you should know that the weak in troubled times have no right to live. If you want to live, if you want to avenge your family, you have to get a good knife! ”

Mark paused, and then said, "As for these people, they are all waste, their families sacrificed themselves to leave them a chance to survive, and they didn't even have the courage to take a knife. Without the courage to hold a knife, there is no determination for revenge. Such waste lives in this world, and can only waste food! I don't need you to be grateful to Dade for saving you, you and I are just an exchange relationship. When you return my love, we will settle the matter. Until then, you will have to obey my orders! ”

Mark used his mental power to imprint these words into the hearts of those children, so that they could never forget. The five children were named by him as one, two, three, four, five, and when they regained their freedom, they could have their own names.

"I will take you to survive in troubled times, and teach you how to survive, as long as you obey my orders, I will also tell you the way to take revenge. Judging by the way you look, you must be eager for revenge. Oh, don't worry, that day won't be too far away! ”

Mark left Anping with his five children, and he continued south, eventually settling in Liucheng. Soon, Mark finally figured out the world he was in.

"This is actually the world of the Three Kingdoms, and it is a different Three Kingdoms!"