The flames burned through the ruins for a night, and they were still not extinguished.

The white light of the morning sun spreads its thin heat to the vast wasteland.

The hair on its head was gone, and the brown and yellow horses leaped up the towering slope and ran into the ruins without slowing.

Removing the tangled bandages, patches of new red flesh protruded from the yellowed skin of the face.

It's like an innate red birthmark, dotted on Arigen's horrible face covered with scars.

The fire that had not been extinguished was much smaller, and it no longer boiled so much in the middle of last night.

Dozens of black-feathered ravens hovered low in the air above the ruins, and the ravens took off and landed on the fireless ruins, their slightly curved beaks stained with dried blood.

"Quack!", "Quack!", "Quack!", ......

The noisy crows filled the heavens and the earth, adding a bit of sadness to the scorched ruins.

In the middle of the ruins, a wooden stake stands.

On the pile body of the wooden pile, a wooden frame is connected horizontally.

At the top of the wooden frame, a falling hemp rope is attached.

The other end of the hemp rope was tied to a man's waist, and the man, covered with holes and feathered arrows, was hung under the wooden frame by the hemp rope.

The blood in Zhang Yu's body had dried up eight hours ago.

There is a horse that quickly navigates the bleeding ground.

Along the way, he waved his left hand indiscriminately around, and countless golden rays of light overflowed between the five fingers of his left hand.

Countless lightsabers shaped like long tongues stabbed at the crow not far from him, and the explosive vitality scattered a puff of black feathers on the crow's body, and at the same time crushed the crow's body into a mess of mud and blasted the mud into the dirt.

"Huh~!"

One of them suddenly pulled the reins of the horse, and the pony foamed at the mouth of his thick lips and immediately stopped.

Zhang Yue, who was hanging under the wooden frame, hung his head down, his face hidden in his long fine hair.

Yougen looked at Zhang Yu's body covered with arrows and scars, and finally stopped his gaze on the dense hair that covered Zhang Yu's face.

Scattered golden rays emanated from the depths of the roots' eyes, staring through the gaps in the dense hair at the bloodstained faces.

Zhang Yu's eyes never closed, his wide-eyed eyes kept staring down, and the pupils on his eyes were slightly dilated.

Look at each other.

One is dead, the other is still alive.

After a moment of silence, Yougen pursed his lips and lowered his head.

He pulled the reins from his hand, and the colt stepped forward in a deliberate manner, passing past the stake.

Walking slowly through the ruins, you can see the debris of earth and boulders, and you can see the bodies of the dead everywhere in between.

The elderly, the children, the women, the strong.

All lay on the ground.

Yougen observed the tragic situation around him, and his face became more and more pale, and his expression became more and more gloomy.

"Is there anything alive!?"

With a gloomy face, Yougen looked around and asked loudly.

"Are there any living people!?"

Have it?

The answer is rooted, only the noisy crow, and the "crackling" sound in the fire.

Suddenly, one pulled the reins again, and the pony came to a halt among the ruins.

Turning over and dismounting, Yougen took a few steps forward, and his whole body froze.

In front of Yougen's body, on the reddish ground, there were three overlapping charred black planks, and a little fire burned tenaciously on the planks.

Beneath the fire-burned wooden planks was a shard of porcelain that had been smoked red by the fire.

The curved porcelain tiles are convex towards the sky, and in the center of the convex surface, a horizontal black glaze is painted.

Standing frozen in place for a long time, Yougen squatted down and stretched out his hands towards the porcelain piece.

The golden palms trembled continuously, and sporadic water flashed between the roots' eyes.

Brushing aside the fire-lit wooden planks, he grabbed the glazed broken porcelain.

Yougen picked up the porcelain piece and was about to stand up, but he saw the charred black palm under the porcelain piece.

Only the palm of the hand was partially exposed, and the rest was buried in the earth.

The area of the palm is only half the size of an adult's palm.

It was the palm of a child's hand.

The child was the grandson of an old woman.

The old woman was old, with a wrinkled face and white hair.

The old woman had only one grandson.

That kid was very naïve and bold, but he was very afraid of Liu Heng and was also afraid of having roots.

The old woman used to boil herbs for Yougen in a porcelain cup, and the child used to laugh and play with other children not far from Yougen.

The old woman once shouted at the edge of the homeless shed outside Caoyun County.

Tears poured out of the corners of his eyes, and Yougen, who was half-squatting on the ground, lowered his head and looked at the child's young palms, unable to suppress the sadness in his heart anymore.

"Ah~!!!"

Tears flowed down the palms of the little hands.

Yougen only felt that his heart was torn, and he couldn't help but raise his head and howl.

Listening to the cry of grief and indignation not far away, Liu Heng turned over and dismounted in front of the stake.

Liu Heng didn't look towards the place where the grief came from, his gaze stopped on Zhang Yu's body.

Stopped at Zhang Yu's face.

He was silent.

Silent.

The short morning passed slowly in the sorrow of Yougen and Liu Heng's silence.

The time slowly moved to noon, and more than 2,000 Liu Heng ordinary soldiers finally rushed back.

When the ordinary soldiers saw the ruins, the neat queue was completely chaotic.

The soldiers hurried into the ruins, flags and weapons thrown to the ground.

"Coconut!"

The stone brain turned everything on the ground with both hands, ignoring the nails that had been lifted by the strength of the ten fingertips.

The mud house where he and the coconut lived was crushed by a boulder.

His home is gone.

Everyone's home is gone.

"Coconut!"

With his bleeding hands, Naphtha pushed away the hard ground beside the boulder, but he could only see the blood hidden under the surface.

His voice was hoarse, and he clutched the blood-stained dirt and wept bitterly.

Monkey Stone is also crying.

The hawkbeak is also crying.

Fu Lei, Bayu, Feather, and Li Xi are all crying.

The newly landed soldiers wept around the stakes in the ruins.

Except for Liu Heng, everyone was crying.

Liu Heng stood in front of the wooden stake, he raised his head and stared at Zhang Yu.

He remained silent.

"It's all your fault!"

Pushing away the soldiers who were blocking the way, the stone brain with tears on his face rushed quickly behind Liu Heng.

He stretched out his hand and vigorously straightened Liu Heng's body.

Then, he punched Liu Heng in the face.

"It's all because of you!!"

Liu Heng did not fight back, nor did he have the imperial envoy to protect his body.

He was staggered back by the naphthalm.

Shi Na did not relent, and stepped forward again, and punched Liu Heng in the face again.

"Why don't you listen to the leader!!"

His back was against the stake, and Liu Heng, who had no way out, raised his head, and looked at the tear-stained and angry stone brain with his eyes blankly.

With one hand propped up on the tiger-faced armor on Liu Heng's chest, Shi Nao pulled out the saber at his waist.

The sharp tip of the sword pointed straight at Liu Heng's chest, and the silver luster of the sword body exuded a piercing chill.

"That's right. ”

Raising his head, Liu Heng's gaze crossed the stone naphtha and slanted towards Zhang Yu's back.

His voice is soft, and his words are clear.

"I should have ten thousand arrows through my heart. ”

"I don't deserve to die. ”

Tears welled up in Liu Heng's eyes and slid across both cheeks with fist prints.

On Liu Heng's face, tears suddenly filled him.

It's like a torrent.

The next chapter may only be a few hundred words, and I'm about to go to work, sorry