Chapter 3: A Dance Interpreted with Life

The next morning, Lin Dao rode his tricycle to Nongmao Market.

He bought forty bags of rice, piled them on the tricycle, tied them securely, then rode the tricycle to a blind spot in the warehouse's surveillance.

"Transmigration."

Yonghe Spacetime.

Before his eyes had adjusted to the dim light, his ears were filled with piercing screams.

Crying, screaming, shouting, and cursing—all kinds of sounds mixed with the wind and whistled over.

Lin Dao immediately grabbed the riot shield on the tricycle.

He peered out through the crack in the door.

Cavalrymen clad in fur coats and fur hats waved their weapons, rampaging through the village.

Hooves trampled, ring-pommel sabers flashed, and heads rolled!

"My lord~~~"

A trembling cry came from behind him.

Lin Dao instinctively swung the ram's horn hammer in his hand toward the voice behind him.

The ram's horn hammer stopped almost touching Jin Lian's nose.

"My lord!"

Jin Lian, pale-faced and blue-lipped, her eyes full of terror, tears streaming down.

"It's you." Lin Dao lowered his voice. "What's happening outside? Bandits?"

"They are Hu Cavalry sent by the Imperial Court to capture women."

Jin Lian explained softly, "The Heavenly King fills the palace harem, forcibly conscripting women into the palace."

Her lips trembled, her voice stammering slightly. "The village wanted to raise some money to bribe the Hu Cavalry into letting us go."

"But these Hu Cavalry not only want money and people, they want lives too!"

Lin Dao had actually seen this when he researched materials before.

Shi Hu loved killing and lust, forcibly conscripting women of the nation to fill the palace harem.

Even if they had husbands, he would kill the husband first and then seize the woman.

It was said he had abducted over a hundred thousand women.

The number killed was countless.

And nothing was wasted—they were all treated as food ingredients.

Lin Dao's first thought was to go back first.

After all, he was here to make money, not to fight and kill.

As his thoughts shifted, the hooves trembled, and the already dilapidated courtyard gate was smashed open without any suspense.

Lin Dao turned his head and met the Hu Cavalryman's gaze.

High nose and deep-set eyes, distinct features, thick hair slightly curled.

Wearing a fur coat and fur hat, riding a tall and sturdy warhorse, the ring-pommel saber in his hand still dripping blood.

Looking at Lin Dao in his strange attire, the Hu Cavalryman on horseback grinned, revealing two rows of yellow teeth. "Han?"

'Click!'

A flame sprouted from the lighter.

Lin Dao ignited the cloth strip wrapped around the bottle mouth and hurled the Molotov cocktail at the Hu Cavalryman's feet.

"Damn you!"

The wine bottle shattered, firelight soared, and in an instant it engulfed both the Hu Cavalryman and his horse.

The horse neighed, the Hu Cavalryman roared.

But the flames on his body were like an attached-to-the-bone ulcer, impossible to extinguish no matter what.

At the critical moment of life and death, the Hu Cavalryman, ablaze all over, leapt from his horse, let out a howl, gripped his ring-pommel saber, and charged straight at Lin Dao.

So fierce and brave!

Lin Dao, his eyes red, felt his qi and blood surge. He lifted the riot shield onto his shoulder and charged forward directly.

The Hu Cavalryman slashed his saber onto the riot shield, the screech of friction piercing.

The next moment, the riot shield slammed into the Hu Cavalryman's chest.

Firelight swirled around, and the Hu Cavalryman threw his head back and fell.

His qi and blood churned from the impact, his head spun, and for a moment he could not get up.

Lin Dao climbed up, took the ram's horn hammer hanging at his waist, stepped forward, raised it high, and brought it down heavily.

In an instant, the Hu Cavalryman's cries stopped.

Turning, he walked toward the warhorse burning and leaping about wildly, neighing, and struck it down with the hammer again and again.

The ruined courtyard fell silent, only the sizzling sound of burning flames remained.

Lin Dao panted heavily, took some earth, and extinguished the small flames clinging to his body.

"My lord~~~"

Jin Lian, her legs trembling, pale-faced and white-lipped, was obviously terrified.

"It's nothing."

Lin Dao waved his hand. "First time killing a beast. Let me catch my breath."

He did not feel the nausea and disgust he had imagined; he only felt somewhat out of breath.

Perhaps because, in his eyes, these Hu Cavalry were all humanoid livestock.

By the time he recovered, the screams in the village outside had gradually ceased.

"Stay here and don't run around."

Having instructed her, Lin Dao, with the Ram's Horn Hammer hanging at his side and carrying the backpack full of Molotov Cocktails, turned and walked outside.

Since we've already made a move, we might as well go all the way and wipe them out.

Jiehu?

What a grand pretext!

The Threshing Floor in the Village had gathered many people.

The Hu Cavalry's numbers weren't many; there were only a few people here at the Threshing Floor in total.

They did bring quite a few horses though; a rough sweep showed there had to be over thirty mounts.

Cavalry don't just ride one horse; warhorses are only ridden during battle, usually they ride riding horses for travel, and there are pack horses carrying supplies.

In a corner of the Threshing Floor, several dozen young women were gathered.

Their expressions were terrified, tears pooling in their eyes as they huddled together like quail.

Some Hu Cavalry were setting up a stove and a Large Pot.

Before long, over a dozen Hu Cavalry drove a batch of men, gathering them from all over the village.

They dragged the captured men and, right before the women's eyes, swung their knives to slaughter them.

Lin Dao, carrying the pack on his back, climbed onto the roof of a house not far away.

He truly wasn't afraid; after all, he could escape at any moment.

The men in the village were soon all killed off.

The Hu Cavalry hee-hawed as they fiddled with and tallied the plundered Goods.

"Counting the one we killed earlier, that's less than twenty men total."

"This village has at least two hundred people, yet twenty Cavalry slaughtered it like this?"

Lin Dao, prone on the roof, felt anger at their failure to contend.

"Fight them! Even biting off a chunk of flesh is a gain!"

This is clearly inexperience; they fundamentally don't know how strong the impact of twenty Cavalry is in the Cold Weapon Era.

Farmers who've starved long-term, have no training, and lack Long Weapons and Armor — how could they withstand Cavalry?

The stove and Large Pot were set up; the water in the pot boiled and kept rolling.

Several Hu Cavalry walked toward the women.

Pinching chins to survey faces, then reaching out to heft their weight.

Before long, they dragged a young woman out by her hair, hauling her toward the Large Pot.

Lin Dao instantly recalled the records he had read when researching data.

When reading the data before, he only felt the textual descriptions were so pale and powerless.

The Hu Cavalry had Clear Pricing; Two-legged Sheep were divided into Three Six Nine grades, prices ranging from several dozen Qian per jin to over a hundred Qian.

Now truly experiencing it, he realized just what a cruel Environment the people of this era actually live in.

This era is Hell for Han!

Hot blood surged up; his eyes turned red.

Empathy arose; even if the Jade Emperor himself came, he'd dare slaughter him.

Squatting up, he took the Molotov Cocktails from his backpack and placed them one by one before him.

*Click! *

The lighter sputtered a flickering Fire Light, igniting the sealing Cloth Strips.

The Hu Cavalry gathered beside the women who had already been scared out of their wits, chattering away discussing how to process them.

The spinning Molotov Cocktails fell from the sky.

The first Molotov Cocktail smashed into the stove.

Shattering simultaneously, Fire Light splashed in all directions.

By the time the Hu Cavalry reacted, their bodies were already stained with Fire Light.

They instinctively jumped and patted at it, but more Molotov Cocktails followed in succession.

Continuous shattering sounds rang out; the Fire Light blazed fiercely.

The Hu Cavalry flailed their limbs, dancing and leaping joyfully amid the Fire Light, shouting, screaming, singing.

This is the highest realm of dance, a dance interpreted with life.

One Hu Cavalry couldn't bear the Flame's enthusiasm and suddenly lunged at a nearby Iron Pot.

As the Iron Pot overturned, scalding Hot Water poured over his body.

The next moment, thick steam rose up, enveloping him; his scream abruptly pitched higher.

Water cannot extinguish a Gasoline flame.

The Hu Cavalry wore fur coats and fur hats, with luxuriant body hair.

With the Molotov Cocktails' boost, they quickly turned into Human Torches one by one, running and screaming back and forth across the Threshing Floor.

No matter how enthusiastic the dance, it must end eventually.

As the last one fell with fire on his body, the singing-and-dancing Hu Cavalry twitched and collapsed, never to rise again.

This uniquely crafted flailing dance, along with the high-pitched singing accompanying it, came to an abrupt halt together, leaving only the crackling sounds of burning.

A monstrous scent of roasted Flesh drifted in the air.

Lin Dao's gaze turned toward the many women huddled together trembling not far away.

Their faces were panic-stricken and fearful, yet No One dared to flee.

He came down from the roof, found Jin Lian, and brought her to the Threshing Floor.

"Father~~~"

Jin Lian's mother died early, and she relied on her father.

Arriving at the Threshing Floor, she saw her father lying in a pool of blood, screaming as she threw herself over him, wailing.

Lin Dao glanced at the corpses everywhere and spotted He Huang lying in a pool of blood, dead with eyes unclosed.

He turned around, carrying the Ram's Horn Hammer forward, to supplement the sleep quality of the Hu Cavalry who were gradually becoming acquaintances.

"Eighty~ eighty~"

Lin Dao felt he had contracted a disease.

Not only was he not afraid at all, but his heartbeat accelerated and his face flushed, his qi and blood rising to his head, making him increasingly excited.

He slapped his face to calm down, unable to be too perverted.

Carrying the Ram's Horn Hammer stained with red and white matter, he walked toward the restless herd of horses.

If he could take this back to the Modern World to sell, he would make a fortune immediately.

On horseback were carried many supplies.

Hanging were the Qi Ji, quiver, ring-pommel saber, Horse Lance, Flail, Water Pouch, Dry Rations Bag, Satchel, and such items.

Ignoring the women in the distance crying out for father and mother, wailing heart-rendingly.

Lin Dao comforted the restless horses, then stepped forward to inspect his War Spoils.

"Still trying to play dead?"

"Old man Shu Dao Shan~~~"

"Bang!"

One hammer blow down, the restless horse immediately quieted, collapsing headfirst to sleep.

Inside the Satchel were not a few goods, Gold Cakes, Silver Ingots, and various Jewelry, and Lin Dao also saw a half Gold Cake that had been cut off.

Not a few pieces of Jewelry still had bloodstains, obviously removed not long ago.

After cleaning up the items, Lin Dao turned and left.

Returning to the previous Courtyard, he returned to the Modern World.

When he appeared again, he had already brought over the Butane Blowtorch, Crucible, Borax, and such items.

Putting on the Mask, Glove, and Protective Goggles, he began tinkering on the spot.

He melted the Gold Cakes and gold Jewelry, obtaining two Gold Bars.

By the Pawnshop's recycling price, it was worth nearly one hundred thousand.

As for the Silver and jewelry, he had little interest and just collected them directly.

Silver was not worth much, and jewelry was troublesome to deal with.

Lin Dao was in high spirits, looking at Jin Lian timidly hiding outside the door peering in, and also thought her eyebrows were clear and eyes beautiful.

"Speak."

"Lord Husband." Jin Lian, her face still bearing tear tracks, carefully stepped forward: "The Hu Cavalry will not return; those who come later will surely find so many Hu Cavalry dead here and will certainly slaughter indiscriminately in revenge. Please, Lord Husband, take us and leave as soon as possible."

The Hu Cavalry have extremely strong vengefulness; those who come later discovering so many Hu Cavalry dead here will surely slaughter on a large scale as revenge.

Death is very frightening.

But even more frightening is being treated as Food Ingredients.

Lin Dao smiled slightly: "Why should I take you with me?"

He was here to do business; bringing dozens of women on the road counted for what.

All were burdens.

Killing Hu Cavalry was killing Hu Cavalry—that was Lin Dao voluntarily handling affairs.

But bringing dozens of burdens along would make him a Holy Mother.

Zhou Shuren once said: "In one lifetime, grass and trees one autumn; one may do anything, but cannot be a Licking Dog or a Holy Mother."

Jin Lian's gaze fixed on the Gold Bar in Lin Dao's hand.

"Lord Husband, do you like gold?"

"That's an interesting thing to say." Lin Dao was amused: "Who doesn't like gold?"

"Lord Husband." Jin Lian stepped forward a few paces, her expression urgent: "Slave knows where there is gold."

She added: "A lot of gold."

Lin Dao lowered his head to look down at Jin Lian: "Speak."

"Lord Husband!"

Jin Lian trembled as she knelt: "Forty li southeast of Sanhe Village, there is a Burrow Fortress of the Begging Army; they have a lot of gold."

"Lord Husband." She carefully raised her head to look up at him: "We sisters are still young; if sold off, we can earn Lord Husband not a little gold."

Lin Dao's expression was weird.

"What kind of world is this~~~"

"Begging to be sold, and that's actually considered a good fate!"

He looked down at the woman, his throat slightly moving.

"Good."

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