Chapter 1112

Then they roughly lifted her from beside her parents' corpses and threw her outside the tent.

She tried her best to get one step closer to her parents.

However...

She couldn't do it at all; her young body was kicked aside like a kite with a broken string.

She saw with her own eyes the Xianbei herdsman dissect her parents' corpses and then throw them to the vicious dogs raised outside.

She saw with her own eyes her parents' corpses being gnawed by the vicious dogs.

So she fainted.

This faint seemed to last for a long, long time.

After several more springs and autumns, her feet were bound with chains just like her parents' had been.

Every day, she carried heavy wooden buckets to fetch water, cut grass, cook, feed the cattle and horses, milked...

Working from dawn to night, without stopping, repeating the work her parents did before they died.

She originally thought that the days would continue like this, unchanging.

But...

The suffering didn't end so simply.

That night.

The master's son, that silly son who giggled at her all day, was pushed by the master into the tent where she lived.

Having lived among the Xianbei for several years, she could understand what they were saying.

That Xianbei man roughly tore off her clothes.

Pushed his silly son on top of her, and then walked out of the tent.

She was very fortunate.

Fortunate that the Xianbei man's son was a silly son.

He didn't do anything to her.

He just giggled at her.

However, when the Xianbei man discovered that nothing had happened that night, he became extremely furious.

He drove the silly son out of the tent.

Then, with a sinister grin, he took off the sheepskin coat he never washed.

At that moment, she fell into panic, despair, helplessness, and... anger again.

She opened her mouth and bit through the Xianbei man's throat.

Blood sprayed.

The Xianbei man wanted to draw his dagger to kill her.

But he lay weakly on the dry grass, clutching his throat.

The blood, just like the day her father and mother committed suicide, stained the straw beneath them red.

But at that moment, she wasn't afraid; she curled up her body and hugged her legs tightly.

She didn't know how much time had passed.

The tent was pushed open again.

The man's fat wife pushed open the tent.

After seeing everything that had happened, she angrily whipped her until she was half-dead.

Then she hung her on the flagpole outside the tent.

On the flagpole, there was a wolf-skin tube shaking constantly in the wind.

The weather outside was very cold.

The Xianbei woman clearly didn't want her to die quickly.

Instead, she wanted to torture her.

She had lost count of how many days she had been hanging.

How many lashes she had been whipped.

Until one day.

A group of Xiongnu nobles, riding horses and wearing gorgeous clothes and armor she had never seen before, arrived outside the tent.

They saw her.

And rescued her from the flagpole.

She was redeemed for the price of one sheep.

But she knew this wasn't meeting good people.

That day, she learned that she wasn't the only Han family abducted to the Xianbei; there were many, many others.

She saw many children of the same age as her.

They were placed together.

It was also then that she met Qing.

Met many companions who had either already died or been picked out.

Hundreds of children were locked up together.

This time, they didn't need to work anymore, but they had a new job.

Learning how to kill.

The man who redeemed her from the herdsmen told them.

The reason they ended up like this, being abducted to the Xianbei, was not because the Xianbei were powerful and cruel enough.

It was because their Han Dynasty officials were incompetent.

When the Xianbei cavalry went south to plunder, the Han officials would close the city gates tightly, letting the Xianbei plunder the people in the villages outside the city.

As long as they plundered enough, they would leave satisfied and wouldn't attack the city.

Even if they knew in advance that the Xianbei were coming to plunder, the Han officials wouldn't notify the people outside the city in advance.

Because if the Xianbei cavalry didn't plunder wealth and people, they would attack the city.

And the official masters lived in the city.

From that moment on.

She knew what hatred was!

Compared to the Xianbei.

She hated those Han officials who ignored them and let them be trampled like weeds on the side of the road even more.

Later she learned that the man who redeemed her was the Great Chanyu of the Xianbei, whose name was Kuitou.

At first, she didn't know what Kuitou wanted to do.

But a few days later.

After a quiet night, they, who had been hungry for three days, saw someone send food for the first time.

But besides food, there were other things.

Bright, gleaming daggers.

A bucket of meat bones and more than a dozen cold, flashing daggers were thrown into the tent at the same time.

She curled up in the corner of the tent.

Watching those children who were stronger and older than her scramble for food.

From the initial cursing, it turned into later fighting.

Until later, someone picked up the dagger on the ground and began to stab the people scrambling for food beside them.

At that moment, she understood that the people here were not partners.

But competitors.

Competitors for survival.

The first time, she didn't make any move; she just curled up in the corner and watched those scrambling.

The children who grabbed the daggers began to use them to threaten the children who grabbed the food.

Three days, until three days later, Kuitou came with food again.

This time there were no weapons, only food.

But those children who had already grabbed the daggers became hungry wolves in the crowd.

Those blood-stained daggers, like the fangs of hungry wolves, threatened everyone around them.