Dorobichi, the domain of the Yasudski family.

The sky was covered in thick dark clouds, and only a faint light barely pierced the clouds, and there was a dullness between heaven and earth, which made people inexplicably feel a sense of desolation.

Vikhliu Yałudski was wrapping his injured left hand, and he never imagined that the slave that his family had kept for decades would actually do it to him.

Vykhliu Yasudski is 46 years old, and he doesn't know the name of the serf who slaughtered the animals in the back kitchen, but the guy has always been there.

"What a white-eyed wolf that can't be raised!"

Vikhliu Yałudski couldn't help but snort, fortunately the other party was old and frail, and the boning knife only pierced his palm.

"Damn the Hammians, even letting them live in the manor won't change that despicable bloodline!"

At this moment, a well-dressed young man with gold-rimmed glasses walked in.

"Sir, everyone is already gathered. There were still one hundred and twenty Hamm on the manor, and they were not directly involved in the previous rebellion, but."

Vikhliu Yasudsky said expressionlessly: "It's all buried." ”

"Yes, I'll do it."

The young man's tone did not fluctuate in the slightest, as if he were talking about something inconsequential, as if he already knew the answer.

Soon there was a frightened cry in the backyard, a mixture of the cries of the elderly, the cries of children, the screams of women, and the angry scolding of men.

These honest serfs don't know why the noble lord treats them like this, they obviously don't do anything, they are so obedient, they just want to live

Then a noisy burst of gunfire rang out, startling the surrounding crows and interrupting the people's thoughts.

Kurba fell to the ground, the sky was still so blue, I still remember when he was a child, he was called by the master to go to the river, and there was a wooden sign by the river that showed white thighs under it.

Kurba was asked to recognize which one was his mother, and he mistakenly admitted that his father was drowned in the Dniester River.

Kurba's mother was a recognized beauty in the village, so she was often called to the manor by the nobles.

However, because of this relationship, Kurba later became a "glorious" vegetable washer, and he diligently washed every leaf and every fruit clean.

The old man used to praise him for his hard work when he was alive, but the new old man grew up eating clean vegetables and fruits, so he cut his salary by two-thirds as soon as he took over the estate.

But Kulba still worked hard, after all, no one but him was not only not paid, but even whipped.

Kurba was also in love, a dishwasher who loved to laugh, and they always washed together, ate the leftovers of the old man, caught mice, and used blades of grass as harmonica

Later, when I heard that the girl was favored by the old man's friend, Kurba was not jealous, but sincerely blessed her.

But the next day Kurba saw a bruised and blank girl, her full breasts heavily wrapped.

Later, I heard from the old steward that the new man's friend was a Czech shepherd

This is not a modern Czech wolfdog and a dark wolf, but it looks a little similar to a modern German Shepherd.

A few years ago, the new lord was obsessed with slave deathmatch, which was not legally allowed, but the governor also liked it.

Before the new governor took office, Kurba killed his brother, his friend, and his friend's brother with his own hands

The other day the old guys in the kitchen said that they were going to kill the master, and Kurba was scared, and he wanted to escape, but he was locked up in the firewood room.

Now that everything is over, Kurba finally leaves the firewood room, but he is greeted not by endless work, but by a bullet.

Gradually, the world became quieter, and the body became very light

It's just that before Kurba could enjoy it, he was slammed into the door with a hammer, and then blood splattered like a broken watermelon, red and yellow juice splashed everywhere, and the air was filled with the smell of blood.

Killing people is not the goal, but Liwei is.

On weekdays, the housekeeper of Risvenwen picked up a sledgehammer and smashed the faces of the undead one by one like a walnut.

It's just this kind of two-handed hammer, he just picked it up a few times and began to pant heavily.

Then he helped his gold-rimmed glasses with his blood-soaked hand, and then commanded.

"The rest is buried."

The team leader on the side hurriedly took out a white handkerchief, but the young butler just wiped two handfuls on the other party's face and left.

The squad leader put away his handkerchief and shouted to his men.

"Hurry up! Did you see that? This is the end of betraying the family! If you want to be like these Hams, you can try it! ”

The men were silent, ignoring the cries and curses of the men, women, and children, who pushed the remaining men, women, and children into the big pit that had been dug before, and filled the earth with spades and shovels, and it only took half an hour to fill the big hole.

The people in the pit had understood their fate, but they did not dare to resist at all, because those who had tried to resist, or might have resisted, had fallen under the guns of the other side.

People often like to pray to the gods and worship the Buddha in desperate situations, pray to the heavens, and make wishes to the gods, which is just a psychological comfort, a way to try to escape from reality.

Suddenly, there was a scream from outside, and then the earth began to tremble slightly.

"Is it an earthquake? But is the tremor too light? ”

Even Vikhliu Yasudski, who had been sitting in the room until now, walked out of the room, watching in disbelief at what was happening in front of him.

First, a slowly approaching black line appeared on the hills in the distance, and then, as if the painting scroll had been opened, the black curtain swept in, and the sky was full of smoke and dust.

But it wasn't a curtain, it was an endless stretch of cavalry! A real cavalryman, the thunderous sound of horses' hooves makes people lose the ability to think.

With a neighing of horses, tall horses stood up in front of the manor.

"Let the people of the Yasusky family come out and speak!"

The person who came was a colonel, and if it was a young butler who usually looked like a gentleman, he would definitely ask.

"A little colonel, who gave you the courage?"

But the man, who was dubbed "Sven's Beast," trembled like a frightened sheep.

The captain of the Jaszudski family guard, known as the last warrior of Poland, and the man in charge of 400 warriors, were not much better.

Ten thousand horses galloping, its momentum is vast, and the mountains are flat.

They had seen this kind of record in the book, but it was a different feeling when tens of thousands of horses appeared in front of them.

In fact, there are not tens of thousands of people, only about 3,000 people, but there are more than 5,000 horses, but due to the loose formation and the dust raised, it makes people feel boundless.

They had seen thousands of people, but the thousands of heavily armed cavalry and the thousands of ragged civilians had a completely different feeling.

Moreover, these more than 3,000 people can be regarded as the most elite cavalry of the entire Austrian Empire.

"Let the people of the Yasusky family come out and speak!"

The leading officer shouted again, and the horse seemed to sense his master's impatience, and his hooves were digging hard into the earth.