Stunning female slave, princess of troubled times

The little boy ran all the way to the front of the group of people.

The common people in Changzhou were all crushed and kneeling on the ground without ropes, but they didn't see a single person who dared to stand up and run away.This doesn't mean that there aren't a few daring ones to make the first bird, it's just that everyone is desperate after being shot to death by Yuan soldiers.In their hearts, the escape to death may be faster.

The little boy stood in front of the group of people, looking at some familiar and some unfamiliar faces.

The common people in Changzhou don't have a single piece of clean clothes on them. Judging by the appearance of these people, they are obviously the poorest people.Thinking about it, if it wasn't for poverty, I'm afraid he would have escaped when the war broke out.

Originally a big city with 10,000+ people, now there are only tens of thousands of people left.

What kind of catastrophe is this?

A cloud of mist rose in the eyes of the little boy, and he kept biting his lip stubbornly not to cry.He was afraid, so afraid that he didn't dare to take a step, afraid that he would still not see his parents after walking through the crowd.

"You are the child of Master Zhu!"

A weak voice came from behind the crowd, and for a moment, it was unknown who said this sentence.

The little boy's eyes lit up, and he stood on tiptoe and looked into the crowd.

It was a dense mass of people, all kneeling on the ground, most of them lowered their heads, and some were suppressing their crying.Because of the dirt, everyone seems to be the same.However, he could hear the voice just now clearly.

"Yes, I am..." the little boy shouted loudly.

The speaker stood up, in the fourth row of the crowd, not tall, with a wrinkled face, hunched over due to his age, as if he was carrying a heavy burden on his back.He stretched out his hand, pointing to the big pit, tears flowed from the filthy bird's nest, leaving a clear mark on the dark face, "Your father, your father fell into that pit gone."

"What?" The little boy didn't seem to hear his words clearly, or he just wanted the other party to say it again and give a different answer.

"In the pit, fell into the pit." The old man burst into tears, and he didn't cry when he was just facing death.Now I feel sad from the bottom of my heart.

In Changzhou City, those who could escape left early, and those who could not escape were killed when they entered the city.All those who were hiding were caught here, picking up those young and strong men and killing them.Twenty at a time, twenty at a time, the heads of the people on the ground rolled one by one, and were picked up by the Mongols after being covered with blood and mud, and placed not far away like decorations one by one.

The little boy turned around and looked at the huge pit, "My father, I was..." He couldn't continue, he opened his mouth, but he forgot how to breathe.Little by little, his eyes turned to an open space not far from the big pit, where a striking pile of black, blood-stained human heads stood there.

"Impossible, impossible." The little boy ran to the side of the big pit, and saw that everyone in the pit turned pale.His stomach bumped hard against his throat, and he spat out the bitter bile.But at this time, he couldn't care so much. He looked at the pit, suppressing the fear in his heart, and glanced at the lifeless corpses one by one.

However, there were too many corpses, densely covered layer by layer, and there was only one open space in the middle where a corpse with a head lay flat.