Listening to the miserable howls of those women, I felt my heart trembling, and the tragic death of my mother exploded in my mind again. I was angry but scared. At that time, I felt so useless, so weak and powerless for the first time.
I hid in the corner, afraid to look at those tragic scenes. A rebel soldier noticed me, kicked me away, and mocked: "You little bastard, you still dare to feast your eyes on me here? Go find meat and wine for me!"
I ran out quickly. The wind and snow outside hit my thin body like a knife, and it was so cold that it hurt. I started searching in those rooms, but there were so many rooms that I got lost and couldn't tell the direction. When I was passing through a remote yard, I accidentally fell into a basement.
I was thrown so hard that my eyes were filled with stars. The basement was dark and I didn't dare to move. It wasn't until I smelled the wine in my nose that I gradually realized that this was a wine cellar where wine was stored.
There is a lot of wine here.
I calmed down my aching body for a while and started to move the wine.
As soon as I picked up the jar of wine, I saw someone jumping out from the shadows in front of me. I was startled and instinctively stepped back. The person threw me to the ground. In panic, I saw a The dagger was already stabbed at my neck.
I was heartbroken and struggled hard. Fortunately, the man was not very strong. The sharp blade did not hit my fatal part, but it also opened a wound on my neck, which caused blood and burning pain.
In the critical situation, I risked my life and began to resist. I grabbed the man's knife-holding hand desperately, and the two of them rolled and twisted on the ground. During the scuffle, I discovered that the man was actually a child about the same age as me. I heard him shouting in a crying voice while tearing at me: "Bad guy, I'm going to kill you, kill you!"
It turns out that this kid thought I was one of those murderers outside.
I couldn't speak for a while, so I could only continue to struggle with him. Soon we were both exhausted and our clothes were soaked with sweat. Maybe I was a little stronger than him, but he was pinned down by me. I grabbed his knife and threw it away. I took out the knife hidden on my body with my backhand, and put the edge of the knife on his neck. .
He immediately became quiet.
I gasped and whispered to him: "Stop! I'm not a bad person!"
The child glared at me with his eyes wide open, gritted his teeth and said viciously: "You are the bad guy! Why did you come to kill me if you are not a bad guy?"
He began to struggle again.
I tried my best to hold him down and said urgently: "Stop shouting. If you do, I will really kill you!"
This sentence was very useful, and he immediately stopped moving.
"I don't believe you, you are a bad person." Although the child's body did not move, his mouth was still vicious.
I have no strength left, but I can't really kill him because I really can't do it. So I decided to block it.
I slowly took back the knife and said to him: "As long as you stop, I will let you go."
The child seemed unable to believe it. I could feel his hesitation, but he did not move or scream again.
I breathed a sigh of relief and slowly stood up and left him, but I still held my knife tightly. After spending a long time with those murderous people outside, you will naturally learn not to let your guard down and trust others easily.
There was a brief silence in the dim wine cellar, with only the heavy breathing of two weak children.
I listened carefully and found nothing strange outside. The child had also climbed up and leaned against the wall. I felt that he was staring at me.
The light in the wine cellar was very dim, and I could hardly see his face clearly, but the strange thing was that I could clearly see his eyes. Those two eyes were very bright, just like two stars in the night sky, with a faint dazzling starlight.
I couldn't help but look at his eyes a few more times. The starlight in those eyes seemed to have a strange magic power. When I looked into my own eyes, the gaze seemed to pierce into my heart instantly, like a needle prick. The pain arose.
I felt a chill in my chest and quickly looked away.
I didn't have time to think more and said to him: "Who are you?"
The kid was still very wary of me, and he replied in a tone of extreme disgust: "Why should I tell you?"
I didn’t want to get into more trouble with him, so I said, “Then do you know how to escape?”
When the child heard this, the stars in his eyes flashed a few times, and he seemed not to believe what I said. "You want to let me go?"
I nodded and said, "I was also captured by them. If you know how to escape, you can run away before it's too late."
The child's vigilant expression relaxed a little, and he whispered: "This is my home, of course I know how to escape." He paused and asked me: "You said you are not one of those robbers, then did you see My parents?"
My heart sank. It turned out that he was actually the child of this family, and he was probably hidden in the basement by the family in a panic. I don't know who his parents are, but now that this family has almost been wiped out, his parents must have been killed as well.
I shook my head and whispered: "I don't know who your parents are, but everyone outside has been killed by them... Your parents probably won't survive either..."
Hearing this, I thought he would be frightened. But unexpectedly, he was not very excited. He just bit his lip, and his strange eyes gradually filled with tears.
His lips were bitten with blood. But he didn't cry.
I was very shocked. This child seemed to be a little different. He has a strength and calmness that no one of his age, including me, has.
"Are you really willing to let me go?" After a moment of silence, he asked me.
In order to make him leave immediately, I picked up the dagger on the ground and threw it at his feet, saying, "I'll let you go. Whether you can escape alive or not depends on your own life."
He immediately picked up the dagger and held it tightly in his hand. He glanced at me with suspicion in his eyes, and then he quickly ran to the door of the wine cellar.
He looked back at me and asked, "Why don't you run away?"
Looking at the door, my heart was constantly hesitating whether to escape with him or not. Thinking of the appearance of those murderers, the fear derived from the cowardice in my heart began to spread throughout my body. But the image of my mother's death was like a nail in my mind. I tried hard not to let the tears of fear flow out. I couldn't leave! If I leave now, the inhuman humiliation I suffered before will forever become the fear in my heart, and my parents’ blood revenge will not be avenged.
I want revenge! Although this was unbelievable to a seven-year-old child, it was the only thing I could do for my dead parents.
So I wiped away the tears from my eyes, shook my head and said to him, "I won't leave, I still have things to do."
He looked at me in amazement, then he stopped talking, turned around and ran out.
I watched him leave, and I suddenly felt a sense of loss but happiness in my heart. Disappointment is the first time in the past six months that I have been able to talk so much to a person, but the time has been so short. Fortunately he is gone and at least has a chance to choose to live. And I have no choice because I have no retreat.
I held a jar of wine and started to find my way back. At this time, there was a heavy wind and snow outside, as if God was angry about the tragedy that happened here. I wandered around the manor in a daze for a long time before I saw the front yard where I came in. However, I tripped over my feet at the corner. Fortunately, the wine jar was not broken. I looked carefully and found that what tripped me was actually a bloody human head. I felt sick and started to vomit.
I staggered up and walked out. The howling of the women in the courtyard in front had stopped. I hid in the back corner and heard someone talking.
"I didn't expect this place to be quite rich. This trip is not in vain. Is the money here enough to spend half a year?"
"It's fat, but it's also a hard idea. Just do the math, how many more people do we have?"
I could tell that this voice was the voice of Lao Daobaozi.
"Well, there were eleven people when we came here, and now three of them are dead. Dou Zhugan had half of his head chopped off, and he is still alive."
The man's voice was cold.
"Then one of you should help him, so that he doesn't suffer."
Lao Daobaozi's tone was equally cold and emotionless.
I immediately heard someone scream. I couldn't help but curiously poked my head out to take a peek, and saw a man's knife had just been pulled out from the heart of another wounded man who had half of his head cut off, and a stream of blood spurted out.
"Dou Zhugan, don't blame me. We are all precarious. When you get down there, remember that I gave you a ride to save you from the crime."
I was shocked to see that these people were once partners, but now they still attack their own people so simply and neatly, without any trace of humanity.
"That little bastard, why haven't you come back yet?" Lao Daobaozi finally remembered me and yelled.
I had no choice but to bite the bullet and walk out and put down the wine.
Someone next to me raised his hand and slapped me in the face. I only heard a snap on my face, and then my whole head immediately buzzed, stars appeared in front of my eyes, and I fell down.
"Damn it, you're still struggling to find something to eat, you might as well die!" the person who beat me sneered and cursed.
My vision was blurred after being beaten, and it felt like it took me a long time to regain my consciousness. Blood flowed from my nose. I stroked half of my burning and painful face and saw the women in the corner not far away who had been stripped naked and covered in blood. They had been dead for a long time and their bodies looked like they had been slaughtered. They were piled together like pigs, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.
My stomach twisted violently again, and I started to vomit again, but I couldn't vomit anything out.
When the murderers saw this, they started laughing loudly.
I saw that the rest of them had wounds on their bodies, especially the old knife handle. One thigh was cut with a long bloody gash, which was bleeding non-stop. He also grimaced in pain. Although they are laughing now, I can feel that they are very tired.
A rebel soldier picked up the jar of wine and handed it to the old knife handle. After he drank a few sips, a mouthful of wine suddenly sprayed on the wound, causing him to scream in pain and grit his teeth as he gasped for air.
The rebel soldier immediately handed him a fire certificate, and the old sword holder gritted his teeth and said: "Damn it, I only saw other people doing this during the war, but I didn't expect that it's my turn to suffer this now!" After saying this, he would risk his life. The flaming fire stick poked the wound covered with wine, and a flame suddenly appeared on his thigh, burning the entire wound.
There was a burning smell in the air, and coupled with the flames on his thighs, it was really shocking.
"That's enough, that's enough! Are you fucking going to burn me to death?" Seeing that his men were still moving, Lao Dao Gongzi immediately cursed.
The subordinate quickly pressed a piece of clothing on his wound, which only caused the pain to make the leader's face look ferocious and cold sweat dripped from his forehead.
When the others saw this scene, they couldn't help but laugh again. One of them even joked: "Boss, the smell of roasting human flesh with fire wine is quite fragrant. Would you like to cut a piece and try it?"
The old knifeman twisted his face and said coldly: "When you die one day, I will definitely use your head to taste it."
The man shut up immediately.
I was stunned and thought to myself, this wine can burn like firewood!
The old knifeman seemed to have lost half of his life. He sat limply on the ground and said: "Those who are injured should be bandaged quickly, and those who can still walk should find something to fill their stomachs. Everyone will rest here tonight and wait until tomorrow." Let’s go after it stops snowing.”
The guy who slapped me grabbed me and said, "You little bastard, hurry up and find more wine. If you hurry up, I'll beat you to death if you slow down."
I didn't dare to speak, so I had to go out and move the wine.
As I walked out of the yard, I vaguely heard the man say: "Boss, how long do you plan to keep that little bastard? We have enough money with this vote tonight. He is a burden to carry around. There is no need to keep him anymore." Alright?"
My vest went cold when I heard it, and my whole body began to tremble involuntarily.
"That boy is really strong, and his life is tough." I heard the cold voice of the old knife saying: "Let him live another night, and let him be buried with these people early tomorrow morning..."
Suddenly the wind and snow were so violent that I could hear no other sounds in my ears.
They're going to attack me, and I'm going to die early tomorrow morning.
I was trembling all over, and a huge feeling of fear spread from the bottom of my heart, making my whole body feel cold.
The idea of escape came up in my mind again, and this idea became more and more intense, making my weak mind go blank. The fear of death was like falling into the deep sea, which almost made me breathless.
I was so scared that I cried. But I didn't dare to cry.
I once moved my steps involuntarily and wanted to escape, but when I saw the dark night and extremely cold wind and snow outside, I hesitated. Because even if I could really escape at that time, I wasn't sure I could survive until dawn in such a harsh climate.
Dark night, blizzard, no direction, no food, not enough clothes to keep out the cold. Even if I escaped, I was afraid that death would be the same thing waiting for me.
If you run away, you will die. If you don't run, you will die. Since the results are the same, why don't I do something? Just like what I secretly decided to do in the beginning.
From that time on, I have deeply felt how hopeless and helpless a powerless person is when facing life and death. If you are too weak, you will be treated as a bug that can be easily crushed to death, and treated as meat on the chopping board to be slaughtered by others, and you have no choice but to wait for death.
But why should I let others decide whether to live or die? Just because they are adults? Or is it because they have the strength to kill with a knife? And I should be slaughtered by them?
From that moment on, I decided that if I could survive that night, I would never let others control my life again, never!
I started to calm myself down and walked slowly towards the wine cellar, thinking carefully about what I could do. I was too young, thin, and had wounds from torture all over my body. It was impossible for me to successfully kill any of those people outside. I knew this very well.
I returned to the dark underground wine cellar again. I stood in front of the wine jars and couldn't think of a solution at all. The only weapon I had was the knife, but the knife was useless in my hand.
But the only thing that can give me a sense of security is this knife.
I held the knife tightly in my hand, and tears began to flow out uncontrollably.
I'm too useless, too weak, and maybe this is the end of my life.
At this time, I smelled a smell, the smell of alcohol.
There are lots and lots of wine here.
I suddenly remembered something.
Wine can turn into fire!
If so much wine was poured together and ignited, it would definitely turn into a sea of fire, right?
My desperate heart began to boil. I was not sure whether this idea would work, but it was still a way.
In life, many things require luck, so I decided to take another gamble.
