C1 (1/2)
Chapter I
This was a remote little mountain village, an ordinary village. However, at this moment, it had already become a sea of fire. Remnants rang out one after another, as if it was a living hell. A group of soldiers became like fierce wolves and tigers, surrounding the village and then a small team charged around with spears in hand. They were merciless. These troops, which should have been fighting on the front lines, were now burning and looting here.
Things had to go, whether it was good or bad, the end had to come. The only difference was the end result.
The result was that the ground was covered in blood, as if a rain of blood had rained down. The rainwater converged to form small ponds, and the surroundings were completely silent, creating a strange atmosphere.
The night in the mountain village passed just like that.
The first rays of the morning sun shone down onto the mountain village, as if it was used to seeing through everything. Mountain Flower and Mountain Sparrow also regained their vitality, and everything returned to normal once again. It was as if nothing had happened. The only thing that was missing was the mountain village's vitality.
Maybe the heavens were kind. At this time, there was actually a person who had crawled up from the blood, and judging from his figure, it seemed like he was still a child. This should be a miracle within ten thousand people, an entire army like this was trying to rob their own country's village, they couldn't leave anyone alive. Otherwise, if people spread the news and caused chaos among the people, the people would definitely not be able to bear the blame, so, they were absolutely vicious and not a single one of them would stay. If he was able to survive, it would truly be a blessing in disguise.
However, the heavens were too cruel to him. He originally had a happy home, with his parents in pain and his uncle in the village loving him. Although his life was very hard, he was still happy. Today, however, this unexpected calamity had completely changed in a single night. Now, he was the only one left. He wasn't prepared for this at all. Looking at the scene before him, he even forgot to cry. He stood there stupidly, looking at this and that. After a while, tears began to flow from the corners of his eyes. He regained his senses and hurriedly went to find his family. There was no scream or cry in this eerie silence. It was as if a pair of invisible hands had grabbed the child by the throat, preventing him from crying to break the eerie atmosphere. Unfortunately, no one was as lucky as he was. What he found was the body of his family. In the face of this nightmare reality, he really didn't know what to do.
Just like that, he cried as he looked at the corpses of his family. The pain made him lose all feeling, and all he could do was stare blankly at the piles of corpses in front of him. After an unknown period of time, he finally fainted. Fortunately, he had fainted. If he couldn't, he might have died from grief. When a person's inner grief cannot be vented, it will make the wound even worse. In a situation where no one cared for him, he would undoubtedly die. He didn't know how much time had passed, but when he woke up, all he saw was the tragic sight before him as he fell face first onto the ground. He did not know how many times he repeated this, but when he woke up again, he finally knew that everything was irreparable. He stood there numbly, his mind muddle-headed. Although the poor man had taken charge early, the child was still a child after all. He really did not know what to do, for the day seemed to stretch endlessly in his stupor, causing him to lose himself in it as if it were eternity. When he saw that the bodies of his family had begun to rot, he finally came to his senses and knew that he had to bury them first.
He staggered to his feet, dug a hole in the ground with his farm tools from home, and with tears streaming down his face, wrapped the bodies of his family in straw mats, and dragged them to the grave. Then he dug a big hole somewhere else and buried the whole village.
Looking at the dilapidated and empty village, he felt an emptiness in his heart. He didn't know where to start or what to do. Looking back at this place where he was born and raised, it seemed that he was no longer suitable to be here. When a person had no idea, he would follow his intuition. When he felt that he couldn't bear to look at this place again, he would think of leaving. But where should he go? He didn't know, but since he had the thought of leaving, he had a feeling that he couldn't wait to leave. It was as if there was a large stone pressing down on his heart, and if he stayed here any longer, that large stone would crush his heart. He was a child who didn't understand anything, so he didn't think too much about anything. When he thought about it, he did it without even bowing to his parents or taking anything, just running crazily along the path as if he was going to lose something.
He had finally vented the anger in his heart along the way. He was out of energy as he stood on the road, gasping for breath. He was gradually beginning to regret that he had run out without any preparation. Just as he was looking at the road and planning to head back to make a trip, he noticed that the jungle by the side of the road was a mess. There seemed to be someone lying not too far away. He thought it might be the people from his village who escaped, but in the end, they were still murdered. Since he met them, he should go and bury them.
He walked over to the man, and the more he looked at him, the more familiar he became, and the more certain he became that the man was someone he knew. When he actually saw the man, he was taken aback. It was the old teacher who had taught them to read in the village. It surprised him that he had come here. He ran to help the old man up and found that his body was still warm. He then tried shaking him and shouted, ”Old teacher...!”