The quiet and peaceful village became panicked because of the arrival of a group of fierce horse bandits. The families had tried to flee in all directions, but the bandits had already surrounded the village.

Looking at the mess in front of him, the scar leader scolded: ", if you don't want to die, all come to this king." "There was a hideous look on his face.

The villagers were forced to the entrance of the village by the slowly shrinking encirclement of the horse bandits. The cold saber in the hand of the scar leader pointed at the crowd that had already cowered in fright, and shouted: "Which is the village chief, stand up for me." ”

After a while, an old man who looked like an old dragon clock, walking out of the crowd tremblingly on crutches, replied to the scar leader in a trembling voice: "The king, the little old man is the head of this village, I don't know what the king commands?" With a look of sincere fear, the villagers behind him hugged their children to their chests.

"Haha, command?" King Ben is here to go, and his brothers are thirsty, and they want to ask for some wine money, I don't know if there is any?" After speaking, he looked at the village chief coldly.

The village chief's face changed again, and he said: "Yes, the little old man is willing to raise a hundred taels of silver for the king, so as to facilitate all the heroes." ”

"Haha" seemed to hear the biggest joke in the world, and many horse bandits burst into laughter.

"This old immortal sent a hundred taels to ask for food?"

"If the lord is rare for your hundred taels, he will use so many brothers. ”

"Brother, a few horses running away are not enough to eat for a meal, this little money!"

Listening to the ridicule and laughter of the horse bandits, the village chief's face suddenly turned pale, but he still stood strong, and reluctantly responded: "If the heroes are too little, I don't know how much they need?"

The corner of the scar leader's mouth grinned, sneered, and said: "According to the number of heads, ten taels a piece, look at your village, there are only a hundred people, so-so hand over a thousand eight taels." ”

The peasant family only survived on three points of thin land, scraping together all year round, and saving about five or six taels of food and clothing, and the horse bandit asked for ten taels per person as soon as he opened his mouth, which was simply fatal.

Looking at the village chief's pale face, the scar leader suddenly lowered his face and snorted: "What, you old immortal is a little unwilling?"

The village chief stood aside and supported the villagers behind him, almost in a pleading tone, and said: "King, how can we, the poor people, take out so much money, it's not that we don't want to honor all the heroes, it's really true."

The wicked man with a pockmarked face next to him flew off the horse, without saying a word, he was a mouthful to the old village chief, and scolded and scolded: "Damn, it's nonsense, Lao Tzu warns you, hurry up and take out the money, otherwise hum!" After speaking, he shook the steel knife in his hand.

The poor old village chief was already a loose old bone, how could he withstand a palm from a young man, and after only one slap, the whole person lay on the ground and wailed, and his face was covered with blood. "Daddy, Daddy, how are you?" the village chief's son rushed forward to check on his father's injuries.

The scar leader sneered, spat fiercely at the village chief on the ground, and said, "I don't know what to do, I don't want to say more about it, hurry up and get the money." ”

At this time, a young man in the crowd, obviously unable to stand this scene, said loudly: "What are you going to do? In broad daylight, my brother is a soldier, and if he knew about it, he would definitely not let you people go." ”

"Yo!" the scar leader obviously seemed to be stunned, and only said in a half-loud voice: "I'm so scared, brothers, let's run away." The horse bandits behind him grabbed the reins one by one, and there was another burst of laughter.

"Originally," the scar leader stopped laughing, and a pair of vicious eyes began to radiate a murderous aura, and said, "Lao Tzu's scar was cut by those who were soldiers, and your brother was a soldier? When the flowers fell, the man slid off his horse, kicked away the crowd in the way, and slashed down at the frightened young man with an earthy face. Just at the last moment, a middle-aged man sprang out next to the young man, hugged the scar leader, and shouted wildly: "Hurry up, go to your brother." ”

As soon as the young man saw the person, he was anxious, and blurted out, "Dad!" "Hurry up! Leave me alone!" The middle-aged man roared hoarsely.

The scar leader shook a few flicks and didn't get rid of the person who hugged him, the killing machine surged, the saber went straight down, and the middle-aged man was pierced with a "poof". A bloody arrow erupted, splattering Scar Leader's face, making him even more hideous and terrifying, like a fierce god.

With a sabre swing, the Scar Leader shouted, "Brothers, kill them all for me, and don't let one slip through the net." ”

"Ah" Frightened by this, the whole village could no longer calm down, and fled in many ways, but at this time the steel knife of the horse bandit had already pounced.

"Let's go, Qing'er, let's go!" Although Zhao Qing's father, Zhao Laosi, was thin, the strength that poured out of nowhere at this time pushed away several figures in a row, protecting Zhao Qing's mother and son and breaking out of the encirclement. Zhao Qing, who was young, was frightened by this sudden, nightmare-like scene. He was quietly hugged by his mother to his chest, and watched the villagers not far behind him fall one by one, wailing. Blood stained the land red, and it was almost suffocating with terror, and his smile was horribly white.

"Child, mother, take Qing'er and leave!" This is a few horse bandits who saw the figure of Zhao Qing's family of three, and they had already rushed over. In desperation, Zhao Laosi copied a wooden stick next to him, roared a tiger, and smashed it at the horse bandit with a wooden stick. Zhao Qing wanted to shout, a pair of small hands grabbed his mother's clothes tightly, but the words seemed to be stuck in his throat, what was wrong, he couldn't open his mouth, but his little face was red.

How could Zhao Laosi, who was originally a farmer, be the opponent of these murderous horse bandits, and after a few swings of the wooden stick, one of them saw the empty door, slashed it on his back, and let the blood gush out. Zhao Laosi screamed, mustered up his last strength to pounce on one of them, and kept shouting: "Leave me alone, child, hurry up, go."

The horse bandit who was thrown to the ground gave a ruthless surname, and in the scuffle between the two sides, he pulled out the small dagger on his waist and stabbed Zhao Laosi in the abdomen. "Eh" Zhao Laosi's eyes widened, a trace of blood was left at the corner of his mouth, and he fell into the mud.

The horse bandit turned over together, sorted out the dust on his body, scolded loudly, and flew up and kicked Zhao Laosi in the chest. Hearing an extremely terrible scream, Zhao Laosi's entire chest collapsed, and a mouthful of blood with broken internal organs gushed out from his mouth.

Zhao Qing's mother held back the tears in the corners of her eyes, and when she heard her husband's terrible scream, she couldn't hold back anymore, the tears were like pearls with broken threads, and they kept flowing, but she just ran away with Xiao Zhao Qing in her arms, and she didn't look back, she was afraid that when she turned around, she would see the most unwilling thing for her.

Xiao Zhao Qing's small hands grabbed his father's back indiscriminately, he wanted to catch something, but his throat still couldn't make any sound, his little face had already begun to turn red and purple, and his bright little eyes were full of his father who fell to the ground at the moment. He saw that his father had the strength to grab a horse bandit who was about to chase him, regardless of the blood that was pouring out of his mouth. He saw his father's eyes still looking at him, and he saw his father's head cut off by a raging horse bandit, and he rolled to the side with a grunt. With the knife in his hand, he saw his father's headless corpse still quietly grabbing the trouser leg of the horse bandit, and the horse bandit cut off his hands alive.

"Dad" Zhao Qing finally called out, this immature, crying scream, as if to vent all the anger and grief. Affected by Zhao Qing's cry, Zhao Qing's mother stumbled under her feet, and actually flipped to the ground, and Zhao Qing in her arms flew out of her hand and landed in a pile of firewood and grass. The center of the farmer's firewood and grass pile was empty, and Zhao Qing was lucky, he happened to fall into the hollow of that center and did not suffer any injuries. He wanted to climb out to see his mother, but a pair of small hands scratched indiscriminately, only to make some firewood and grass block the hole more secretly.

Zhao Qing's mother wanted to get up several times, but her feet hurt so much that she couldn't use her strength at all. The horse bandits behind had already caught up, and the steel knife in his hand had been raised, and it was still stained with Zhao Laosi's blood.

"You goddamn bastards" Zhao Qing's mother saw that she couldn't escape, picked up a piece of mud with both hands, and smashed it at the horse bandit. How much strength can a woman have, this small piece of mud, the horse bandit naturally easily dodged.

"It's all dying, what are you trying to toss, Lao Tzu will give you a ride. The horse bandit rushed forward with an arrow, and with a slash of the saber, a bloody arrow was scattered on the pile of firewood and grass.

After solving the woman who almost slipped through the net, the horse bandit searched around for a while, and muttered: "It's strange, I saw a child just now, why did the kid disappear after a while, where did he hide." After speaking, he took a knife and stabbed at the pile of firewood and grass.

Zhao Qing held back the sound of wanting to rush out, his little hands clenched tightly, he didn't even feel that his nails were cut into the flesh, his little lips were bitten with blood, and the horse bandit's steel knife was in front of his eyes several times, Zhao Qing held back it alive and didn't make a sound. Because he knows that once this is discovered by people outside, there will be absolutely no good end for him.

Every minute and every second in the firewood and grass cave was like a long dark night for Zhao Qing, Zhao Qing didn't dare to move, he was afraid of being heard by people outside. It seemed like a long time had passed, and the voice of the scar leader came faintly outside: "Brothers, are you packing up, and are you still gasping for breath?"

"Brother Bao, we have searched this poor village, and indeed we have found no one alive. ”

"Hmph, since there are no living people, then there is no need to keep this broken village, burn it for me. The Scar Leader said viciously.

A moment ago, it was a happy family of three eating, but a moment later, it was a human tragedy in which both parents died tragically and the whole village was slaughtered. At this time, the small village was alive and Zhao Qing, who was hidden deep in the firewood and grass cave and was not discovered, with the scar man's order to set fire to the village, Zhao Qing's expression began to despair again, once the fire spread to himself. Either he was burned alive, or he rushed out or was hacked to death with a knife, God just left a way to live, and it seemed that Zhao Qing was pushed to a dead end all of a sudden.

"Big brother, it's not good, there's a team of cavalrymen in iron armor coming towards us. Suddenly, a hurried voice reached Zhao Qing's ears. Is there a glimmer of life?