In the shack of the homeless people, Zhao Er carried a bowl of porridge into their humble shanty, and asked his wife to feed it to the people on the bed.

"Is Eungong better?" He asked.

The wife shook her head and said, "It's getting worse."

"Ugh." Zhao Er sighed and said, "Looking at the appearance of this benevolent father, it doesn't look like a farmer, it should be a nobleman, right? It's a pity that in these days, noble people will inevitably wander around like us."

After years of war, the nobles also had to flee, and countless people died on the way.

"We also helped Engong get a bag of rice, this grain should be enough for us to go to Jizhou, there is still stability, we can live."

The family was enjoying a bright future when they heard hurried footsteps and a group of people rushed into their shack.

"Pavilion, Pavilion Chief......" Zhao Er panicked.

"Zhao Er, I heard that you took in an outsider." The pavilion chief looked at him unkindly and said, "And that person still has the plague?"

Zhao Er winced and said, "That's my brother......

"Nonsense, your brother will die early tomorrow." The pavilion chief rushed in with someone, lifted the dirty and tattered bedding on the bed, and sure enough, he saw a strange and sallow face.

"Do you dare to say that he is your brother? His face looks like a scholar! And he's terminally ill!" The Pavilion Master said angrily, "You're going to kill us all! Come, and drive them out with this man!"

Zhao Er was startled, knelt down and prayed, "Pavilion Chief, Pavilion Chief, he is the benefactor of our family...... How can our family live outside!"

If they are left alone, they will soon be killed by the bandits, and their belongings will be robbed, and there will be no way to live.

Li Ergou leaned over and said with a smile, "Pavilion Chief, people can drive them away, but you can't let them take away the food."

"Yes." The pavilion chief said, "Don't take anything with you!"

The cry sounded, and Zhao Er's family was heartbroken: "Pavilion Chief, how can this make us live."

The pavilion chief was cold-hearted, didn't listen to their justifications at all, and asked Qingzhuang to drag people out.

At this moment, a terrible roar suddenly came: "Hu Ren is here!"

Bai Zhou was having a bizarre dream, and suddenly felt that her bed was shaking, strange, she didn't buy a physiotherapy mattress, that thing is precious.

Wait a minute.

She opened her eyes suddenly, sat up at once, and looked at the camp in the distance, only to see dozens of horses galloping from the grassland, and soon to rush into the camp.

The people on the horses were disheveled, and some of them had shaved their hair and were wrapped in fur, and they looked like Hu people.

The camp had exploded, and the homeless people ran out of the shanties screaming, fleeing in terror, not even caring for what little possessions they had.

Bai Zhou was completely stunned.

She thought that this hell was just hunger, but she didn't expect that there would be slaughter and looting.

Isn't this the greatest suffering in human history?

Famine, war, pestilence, death.

The Western world even believes that they are the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, galloping above the earth and harvesting life.

Over here...... What an infernal hell!

She can't change anything......

But her body had moved before she came to her senses.

The Hu people rushed into the camp, as if to reduce the dimensionality, slaughtering the people, looting the property, and tying the hands of the slightly stronger homeless people and taking them away as slaves.

And the old people and the children were to be abandoned, and if a woman refused to leave her child, the Hu people would snatch the child and throw it to the ground.

Just as a Hu soldier grabbed a baby that was still swaddling and threw it to the ground, his movements suddenly suffocated.

At that moment, even the sound of the woman's weeping stopped.

Because the head of the Hu soldier rolled down, his strong and tall body fell with a bang, and the baby fell on top of him, and the woman next to him hurriedly pounced on it, holding her child tightly.

The Hu soldiers muttered unsure of what they were shouting, but they all gathered and took up their weapons against the void, looking around vigilantly for the enemy hiding in the shadows.

But they did not see any enemies.

There was no one to hide in this camp, so where was the man who was secretly cutting off the heads of their teammates?

"Hmm!" One of them let out a low groan, and then fell to the ground, losing his breath.

The Hu soldiers all looked at the companion with frightened eyes, he did not have any wounds on his body, but he just lost his breath, his face was pale, and he still maintained a vigilant look on his face.

These Hu people are all experienced in a hundred battles, and when they face the enemy, they are all afraid of death, but when they face the ghosts?

At this time, people believed in ghosts and gods, and these Hu people from the northern grasslands were even more so.

They believe that there are evil spirits on the Red Mountain, and they will rush down from time to time to eat people.

At this time, they felt that they were not facing Han soldiers, but ghosts and gods from the Red Mountain.