During the famine, my ancient well connected to modern times

Daliushu Village is a small mountain village on the edge of the capital city. There are only more than 70 households in the village. After breakfast, there was a sudden noise outside.

Not long after, the Huns rushed towards the people, howling and screaming, arresting women when they saw them, and beheading children and men when they saw them.

"Boom..."

The Huns broke into the yard. The village chief and his wife, who had no time to escape, looked at the people in front of them in fear.

The Huns didn't waste any time and headed directly towards the house behind the two of them, waving their scimitar as they passed by.

The village chief and his wife covered their necks in pain and fell to the ground.

Jiang Miao covered her mouth when she saw this scene.

The five Huns were rummaging around in the house, making a lot of noise. Women's shouts and men's curses were mixed together.

After a while, the man's voice disappeared, and there were more women's cries.

Jiang Miao wanted to go out and fight with them several times, but she held back.

After waiting for a long time, a Huns man came out carrying the disheveled village chief's daughter-in-law who had fainted. He spoke a few words in Hun language and seemed to be telling his companions that he had found something good.

Jiang Miao clenched her back molars, and tears of humiliation flowed from her moist eyes.

Lan Xin held her down tightly, anger also igniting in her eyes.

Just as they were about to leave, the village chief's daughter-in-law suddenly woke up and saw the miserable condition of the old couple. She turned her grief into strength and bit the Huns' neck fiercely.

"what……"

The Hun screamed and threw her to the ground.

After reacting, he grabbed the hair of the village chief's daughter-in-law, lifted it up, and swung the blood-stained machete hard.

"puff……"

A large amount of blood spurted out, and the village chief's wife was beheaded.

The smell of blood made the Huns even more cruel. They tortured the village until the sun went down. By that time, no one's voice could be heard in the village.

Jiang Miao and Lan Xin waited for a long time before coming out. Looking at the village chief's family who warmly entertained them, they clenched their fists tightly.

Lan Xin saw the anger on Jiang Miao's face from the corner of her eye and advised, "Girl, if we had come out just now, we would probably end up like them."

Jiang Miao closed the eyes of the village chief and his wife with her hands, "You don't need to comfort me. I'm not that stupid. You and I are no match for the Huns. I just feel a little uncomfortable."

Lan Xin lowered her head, "I understand that no one in Jin will be sad to see this scene."

The two worked together to place the bodies of the village chief's family, and Lan Xin also used needle and thread to sew the body and head of the village chief's daughter-in-law together.

When we came out, the lively country road was now filled with corpses, piled up against each other. Some had their hands and feet chopped off, some had their heads chopped off, and the father and son had their hearts pierced together. They were bleeding like rivers. Horrible.

Lan Xin went to a man who had his legs cut off but was still alive, put his hands on his pulse, met Jiang Miao's expectant eyes and shook his head.

"Uh..." The villager grabbed Lan Xin's hand, with pleading in his eyes.

Lan Xin understood the expectation in the other person's eyes, pursed her lips, her throat was sore, and gently pressed her hand on his neck, twisting it quickly.

Just hearing a click, the other party stopped breathing instantly, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised in a relieved smile.

Jiang Miao's eyes turned red when she saw this scene, "These Huns are simply inhuman."

Lan Xin said: "I'm afraid the situation in the capital is more dangerous than we imagined. I suggest we leave here first." Jiang Miao nodded after a while.

Before leaving, the two of them searched around the village. All their money and belongings were taken away, but they found a child in the kennel.

When found, the child was still asleep.

Next to them was the body of the child's grandma. It must have been that the Huns came so quickly that the two old men did not escape and hid the child in the moment of danger.

It was also because the child was very lucky that he did not cry out, otherwise he would be killed if the brutal Huns heard him.

Jiang Miao wrapped the child in a small quilt and left the village with Lan Xin at night. Their horses were moved away by the Huns, so the two could only walk on foot.

After a day of hard work, the two of them were exhausted.

Jiang Miao felt guilty, "Lan Xin blames me. If it weren't for me, I wouldn't have affected you."

Lan Xin broke the branch in her hand and threw it into the fire. "Girl, I believe that His Highness will not sit still and wait for death. He must be looking for an opportunity."

Jiang Miao nodded fiercely. She believed in Luo Tingye. He was not a person who just waited for death. He must be thinking of ways to solve this crisis.

Wang Yuan spent three days crippling and frightening all the soldiers outside the capital, and was about to attack the capital.

He asked the craftsmen almost every day if they could develop the same gunpowder, but without exception, he got a negative answer, which made Wang Yuan feel anxious.

Such a good thing must be in his hands. Even if he can't grasp it, no one else can get it.

"At noon tomorrow, attack the city and take out all the treasures we found earlier. I will use these things to turn the capital upside down."

"Ow..."

The people below were shouting.

The vanguard scouts were frightened when they heard this movement, and immediately divided their troops into two groups to search for the garrison, and continued to explore along the way.

Unexpectedly, the vanguard scouts sent out from the capital encountered the Huns blocking their way.

The vanguard scouts made a prompt decision, and several people blocked him. One person took the opportunity to run out, but was injured by the Huns' stray arrows. In the end, he rode away with all his strength.

At night, the child started crying. Jiang Miao turned the steamed buns into water and fed the child some. The child was very happy.

Even Jiang Miao's mood improved a lot.

Lan Xin teased her, "Girl likes children so much, I can hurry up and have one when I meet His Highness."

"You know how to make fun of me. Speaking of which, you are not young anymore. You are one year older than me. Have you never thought about getting married?"

Lan Xin's cheeks turned red and she said innocently: "I never thought that I just want to stay by the girl's side in this life."

Jiang Miao knew at a glance that this was a lie. What girl didn't want to get married unless she was heartbroken by love, but Lan Xin was definitely not the case.

While the two were talking, Lan Xin's expression suddenly changed. She kicked over the fire, casually buried it with soil, and then took Jiang Miao and hid in the woods.

Jiang Miao hugged the child tightly, "My child, be good, but don't cry. The bad guys are coming."

Not long after, a burst of yellow sand blew up in the distance.

A man and a horse first broke into their sight, wearing official uniforms of the imperial court, followed by a group of Huns holding torches.

"He was probably sent by the imperial court to ask for help. It seems he was injured." Lan Xin said. (End of chapter)