(5)
After a while, the three of them met and walked along three directions of the village, intending to count the number of corpses and look for any lucky survivors.
They walked in the gap between the underworld and the real world, and their eyes were devastated. The stench of burnt corpses and rotting flesh and blood came overwhelmingly. Vultures and falcons were attracted by such a strong temptation and hovered in the sky one after another, waiting for the living people below to completely leave.
Thorns, this young man who may still have some good thoughts about the remaining good things in the world, may have thought that there would not be more miserable people in the world than himself before experiencing this.
He looked at the calm Bai Feng, at Murong Yan who had calmed down, and then looked back at himself, whose hands were still shaking, and couldn't help but think to himself: "Senior brother and sister are obviously about the same age as me, why did they behave like this when they witnessed this?" Completely different from me..."
In the past, Thorns would fight with others on the streets, for work and money, but now the people lying on the ground have no room to fight back - twenty-eight charred corpses, eighteen naked corpses of women, and eight corpses of children .
"This is a massacre. It was probably a sneak attack by the coalition forces while the men were out..." Bai Feng sighed softly and continued: "It will take at least a day for the three of us to dispose of these corpses. We can’t spend the whole day here.”
Murong Yan said in confusion: "But it is unbearable to let them lie dead in the wilderness."
Thorns stood there silently, unable to forget what he had just witnessed: under the sunlight, the naked corpses in the village slept there motionless like DL stones. One thing he had to admit was that he once had all kinds of beautiful fantasies about the body of the opposite sex. This was something that teenagers often do when they are in their youth.
However, reality played a nasty joke on him. Most of these corpses were bare-chested, and their bodies were wrapped in tattered dresses that had been torn into rags. The expressions of each corpse were horrified and jaw-dropping. The skin was mostly covered with scars, blood, soil and human excrement, making it difficult to identify. Its original skin color.
"What a disgusting pile of rotten meat." Thorns had no choice but to think so in order to avoid his curiosity to look away: "Do people become like this once they die?"
Every time I think of this, there is always an abnormal feeling of vomiting in Jingjian's body.
"vomit……"
"A Jing? What are you doing standing there? Go and move all the corpses that can be moved here." Bai Feng condemned: "As for Yan'er, she is responsible for looking for a hole nearby. Something to come.”
After hearing this, Murong Yan and Jingjie agreed one after another: "Okay."
How could he know that after just turning around, Jingjing saw a slightly trembling red "meat ball" in front of the ruins in front of him. He couldn't help but get excited about it and shouted: "Senior brother and sister, look, there is something there." A moving meat ball!"
After hearing the news, Murong Yan was the first to rush to Meatball. Without saying a word, she took off her outer cloak and wrapped it around Meatball, wiping her sleeves on the place that looked like a nose. Then, a loud cry broke through the corner. A dead city.
"Is it a baby?" Jingjia wanted to take a closer look, but he didn't expect that the rotten smell exuding from the flesh ball forced him back again. This flesh-colored sphere wrapped in amniotic fluid and blood looked mysterious and evil: "I thought this was some kind of evil thing..."
"Ah Jing, don't talk nonsense, this is a child!" Murong Yan's face finally returned to its former warmth, and she looked at the baby with a smile. However, after a moment, she wanted to stand up, but she never saw the child buried in blood and mud on the ground. , the umbilical cord connected to the baby has been extended to a corpse lying slumped under the ruins.
Bai Feng immediately asked: "Could this be a child that was just born not long ago?"
Before she finished speaking, Murong Yan burst into tears again, squatted down and took out a dagger from her arms to cut the umbilical cord, and said: "You guys, hurry up and prepare hot water and broth. Remember, the meat must be hammered with a mallet." Minced meat.”
Soon, Bai Feng finished lighting the fire and cooking the pot in a leeward place, and took out all the water supplies. Murong Yan also sat in the warmest and safest place and continued to make the child happy.
Seeing the child crying uncontrollably, as if she knew she had been separated from her biological mother forever, and her cries became more and more miserable, the Xianbei witch immediately came up with an emergency plan and decided to take off her coat and imitate the wet nurse to breastfeed the baby. movements, while singing a gentle ditty of the Xianbei people.
Jingji, who was making minced meat on the other side, heard that the child had stopped crying, so he naturally glanced there. He never thought that he would witness Murong Yan exposing half of her breasts to the baby to breastfeed. However, he was not ashamed of it, but instead She felt lucky for what happened to the child, and showed an extraordinarily happy smile.
At this time, the young swordsman seemed to be aware of the entanglement that was going on in Jingjiang's heart. He walked up to his junior brother and asked, "Ajing, how do you feel now?"
"Senior brother?" Jingjia only glanced at Bai Feng when he answered, and then quickly returned to the work of making minced meat, and continued to answer: "I finally understand why senior sister can always follow senior brother. Such a sacred scene, Presumably, even if there are millions of troops standing in front of us, they will give in for this."
"Hmph, then why do you think this village was so devastated?" Bai Feng's extremely cold tone made Jia Ji's fiery heart instantly quiet, "The enemy is different from us."
After hearing this, Jingji couldn't help but squint his eyes when he looked at Murong Yan again. He stopped what he was doing and only shouted softly: "Senior sister..."
After a while, when the minced meat soup was boiling, Bai Feng walked outside alone to carry the body, and asked Jing Jie to take care of Murong Yan and the baby.
Jingjia saw that Murong Yan was very attached to the child and did not dare to say anything. He just sat quietly in the distance and was happy that the two met. However, not long after the good times, the sound of horse hooves began to be heard around the village.
The foreign accent quickly resounded throughout the village, and the tone was sad and angry. They galloped on their horses, roaring all the way, and soon found the location of Murong Yan and Jingjia.
"Who are you?" Jingji immediately drew his sword to fight the enemy, thinking that the opponent was the remnants of the six-town coalition army.
"Yes, Han?" The leader, with tall eyebrows and deep eyes, a yellow beard and yellow hair, has a typical Xianbei appearance: "That girl, has a child in your hands?"
"The child was left behind by a woman in the village." Murong Yan cried fervently: "Are you from this village?"
The leader got off his horse and asked, "How did you discover him?"
"Under the body of a mother... At that time, his body was still full of blood." Murong Yan replied truthfully: "We are passing artists, but we happened to come here, so we are not your enemies."
Having said that, Bai Feng, who was out carrying the body, was kidnapped by a group of herdsmen. Seeing this, the leader immediately went over to order Bai Feng to be free, and then introduced himself: "Everyone, I have a strong heart, thank you for your chivalrous heart. For our tribe, we saved the last heir!"
