Heading north from Biarritz and along the coastline, it takes more than 40 kilometers to reach the city of Anglet, where you can take a train.
With a long coastline of more than 40 kilometers, it is difficult to find a too prosperous town, but there are still a few scattered small villages. At the end of a hilly grassland, a small village called Montu has experienced the most chaotic and dark period in history. One night.
Mengtu is a small village that is not marked on the map. There are about a hundred households and the total population does not exceed 300 people. The economy here is very simple, with only simple agriculture and animal husbandry.
There is a large grassland outside the village, and many dairy cows are raised. Cheese is the main industry here. There is a piece of land to the south of the village where olive trees are planted. The olive oil produced by a small oil press can also be traded with the outside world.
In a small village where life is extremely monotonous and closed, poverty has become the norm in people's lives, and they don't even feel the existence of poverty.
If you are looking for a completely typical medieval village, then come here. There is no sign of industrial civilization in the entire village. To put it bluntly, there is not even a windproof kerosene lamp in this village.
The hilly and rocky area is not suitable for growing crops but only for grazing. The limited olive trees cannot support large-scale oil pressing workshops. The quality of the cheese and olive oil here can only be regarded as medium, and they are typical bulk goods in the market.
Such a barren place would not attract people's attention at all, and even the loan sharks who are most common in the fields of France are not willing to come here.
It is really a small village without oil and water. The people here have no idea what is happening in the outside world. The French revolutions and many European wars will not affect this kind of place.
The villagers here don’t even know that Napoleon III has stepped down. They don’t even know that Paris was occupied by the Germans!
Poverty, isolation, desolation... This is really a corner forgotten by the world!
According to people in the village, there have been no thieves here for three consecutive years. There is no crime rate here at all. People don’t lock their doors at night... because no one comes to such a remote place.
But tonight, something strange happened. The sleeping villagers were awakened by the noisy sound of horse hooves, and the sound of several horses galloping could be heard on the dirt road outside the village.
"There is a small village here...a remote location...sparsely populated...this is the only choice..."
"Don't they say that Europe is extremely prosperous? How come there is such a backward place... After walking more than 20 miles, I only saw one village..."
"The population in Europe is too small, it's different from ours... Look at this large piece of land, it's just left grazing like this..."
The villagers knew that the war horses had rushed into the village. The foreign riders were speaking a language that none of them understood. The only two dogs in the village were barking. However, when the two skinny dogs rushed out, they whimpered in fright. He grabbed his tail and ran away.
Dogs are very vigilant animals. They can smell dangerous smells on people. Veterans of hundreds of battles are all rolled out from the pile of dead people, and there is a strong smell of death in their murderous aura.
The thin dog had obviously never encountered such a powerful opponent. After one glance, he turned his head away in fear and ran away without even daring to bark.
The dogs ran away in fright, and the cowshed outside the village became chaotic. The alertness of animals is much higher than that of humans!
The bold villagers began to look out from the cracks in the windows, but what could they see? There were no street lights, and the dark clouds in the sky blocked the moonlight and stars. They only saw four tall and burly cavalry, measuring back and forth in the village like paper-cut figures.
The atmosphere of terror spread, but it didn't take long for these devil-like cavalrymen with strange accents to leave, and the sound of horse hooves spread farther and farther to the south.
It was only then that bold men came out and looked around, wondering what was going on!
No one knows what time it is now. This village is so poor that it doesn’t even have a watch or a clock!
Just when people were confused and ready to go back to their houses to sleep, suddenly there was a sound of horse hooves from the south. This time everyone was aware of the danger, because the sound of horse hooves was so dense that there might be thousands of them.
The villagers didn't know what it was like to have thousands of war horses running wildly, but this didn't stop them from using their imagination. Maybe it was because they hadn't experienced war for too long, and the villagers in this village were still numb.
It wasn't until the village entrance was illuminated by the light of torches and more than 300 war horses surrounded the small village that the screams began!
"Oh God! Are they bandits? Are they pirates? Run away!"
There were banging sounds from doors and windows. Some fled home and huddled in bed, shivering, while others knelt in front of the cross and desperately prayed for repentance. There were also some who were like dizzy flies trying to escape from the village.
Where to escape? How to escape? All intersections were blocked by cavalry. The foaming horses kept threatening the timid villagers. The horses' hooves scratched the soil as if they were about to charge in the next second.
"Guard the intersection and search for me door to door! Grandma's... I don't believe you can't find a yellow-flowered girl!"
With an order, more than a hundred cavalrymen dismounted, carried rifles with bayonets in their hands, and began to enter the village!
"Light up! Light up all the houses! No resistance is allowed... No resistance is allowed..."
The accompanying officials sent by the provisional government have now become outright traitors. They have turned into foot soldiers and scoundrels, scolding the villagers to work harder one by one.
The wolf-like Chinese soldiers and German soldiers rushed into the houses, threatening them with shining bayonets and screaming wildly.
The frightened villagers had never seen this scene before. The women and children knelt on the ground and could only shout to God and cry loudly. The man could still stand still and said, "We have no money, really no money... we only have some cheese." And olive oil, God, we really don’t have any money…”
They really thought they had encountered robbers. Many people even took off their wedding rings from their fingers and held them in their hands to pray to the robbers not to kill anyone.
"We don't want money! We don't want money..." The traitors shouted, "Where's the girl! Where is the youngest and most beautiful girl in your village?"
Now she was even more panicked. A fat woman in her forties with a waist as thick as a bucket screamed in fear. She hid behind her husband and cried bitterly, "Don't invade me, please spare me..."
"Get out of here, you fat pig, don't cause trouble... let me search the whole house!"
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