Spring comes to the desperate place

Chapter 192: Knife

People tend to follow the crowd. When the first person picked up the knife, the second and the third followed, until all the girls and brothers picked up the knives and walked towards the Tatars who could not break free from the vines, step by step.

The first guy holding a knife looked at the people struggling on the ground. Even though these barbarians were entangled by vines, they saw him approaching with a knife and fear in their eyes. The fear in their eyes inexplicably overlapped with the look of his father and brother before they died.

He smiled bitterly: "So you are afraid of death too."

With a wave of his hand and a slash of the knife, a big gash was made on the Tatar's neck. Blood gushed out, some of which splashed on the boy's skirt. The boy stared at that place in disgust, then reached out and cut off that corner of the clothes with a knife.

The first time he killed someone, he failed to control his strength and almost chopped off the Tatar's head. The Tatar was lying on the ground, and the vines had loosened him, but he no longer had the strength to get up.

Seeing that man tremble a few times and soon turned into a corpse, not only did the guy feel relieved, but everyone behind him also felt relieved.

However, when he thought about his dead family members, his home that was looted and burned, and himself who was insulted by the barbarians, simply killing one person was far from enough to vent his hatred.

Usually these weak girls and boys raised their knives and, as Song Chunlin taught them, chopped directly at the barbarian's neck. If the barbarian didn't die with one blow, they would stab him again. If he died but still didn't feel satisfied, they would chop off his head to comfort the souls of their deceased relatives in heaven.

As one Tatar after another fell, the Tatars' original advantage in numbers disappeared. This time they brought less than a thousand people in the raid, and more than a hundred were killed or injured. Later, more than a hundred were strangled by vines. With the help of these brothers and women, most of them were killed in an instant. The remaining two hundred people were still resisting stubbornly. It was a pity that they could only defend against these powerless civilians, but could not defend against the vines on the ground and Song Chunlin's cold arrows.

Gu Fengyue had already identified the enemy general and was fighting with him. Following Song Chunlin's instructions, he held the general back, making it impossible for him to escape or seek reinforcements.

The girls and their brothers were so bloodthirsty that even if the Tatars' hands and feet were not entangled by the vines, they would still attack them in a group, with three or four people chopping one person. They had no rules, but relying on their numbers, they chopped the Tatars into meat paste.

Faced with the barbarians who bullied them, these people were so angry that they pointed their knives at their lower body parts. Some even cut directly into the aorta in the opponent's thigh. Blood spurted far away, and soon the barbarian died.

After it dies, they will cut off its third leg and head, then stomp on them hard a few times.

Song Chunlin stood not far away, specifically picking out those barbarians who looked strong. These people were strong and healthy, and even if they were suppressed by mental power, they could still recover quickly. Song Chunlin was responsible for dealing with these people and, by the way, guarding Gu Fengyue's rear.

Song Chunlin's entire attention was focused on the battlefield, and he didn't notice that there was a Tatar beside him who was not yet dead. He woke up in severe pain and found that his companions had been killed and their weapons had been taken away. Furious, he looked at Song Chunlin who was standing in front of him and shooting arrows at his brothers, and he immediately felt murderous. He held his breath and, under the cover of night, slowly moved towards Song Chunlin.

He had no weapon in his hand, only a sharp stone he found on the ground. Just as he raised the stone high and was about to hit Song Chunlin on the head, a sharp cry was heard. It was those children.

The restraints on their hands and feet had been cut off, and now they were free to move. Song Chunlin protected the children behind him. An older child saw the barbarian crawling out from the pile of dead bodies, raising stones to hit their savior, so he screamed without thinking, and then grabbed a stone from the ground and threw it at the Tatar.

The rest of the children also noticed this situation. Although they were just children, Song Chunlin had just saved them. Now that Song Chunlin was in trouble, these children also put aside their cowardice, began to grope on the ground, and when they got the stones they smashed them hard at the Tatar.

When the older children saw that the Tatar was beaten to a pulp, they didn't care about being injured by mistake. They picked up stones and walked towards the man together. They hit him one after another and actually killed him.

This man was already injured and was very weak. He had thought that if he couldn't kill Song Chunlin, he could at least injure him. However, he was smashed to death by a group of children. I guess even he himself didn't expect that he would die in this way.

Seeing that the crisis was resolved, Song Chunlin turned around and quickly gave the children a thumbs up: "Well done!"

The children were overjoyed to see that they had helped their benefactor. They held their heads high and some older children even began looking for survivors among the dead bodies.

When Song Chunlin saw this scene, he was speechless and heartbroken. They were all little kids under ten years old, but because of the war, they had learned to kill to protect themselves at an early age.

It's all the fault of these damn barbarians. If they hadn't come over Moon Mountain to rob in the middle of the night, these children should have been sleeping soundly in their warm beds or in their parents' arms, and those girls and boys wouldn't have been forced to pick up knives and hack people. Thinking of the food they robbed, Song Chunlin's face became even colder. These barbarians couldn't farm, they could only rob. Today, he was going to teach them how to behave.

While Song Chunlin was busy shooting arrows, he did not forget to allocate a few strands of mental power to follow the children to ensure that they would not be accidentally injured.

However, what he didn't expect was that these children actually found a few fish that had escaped among the pile of dead bodies.

"This one seems to still be alive."

"Let me see, he's really angry. Come on, everyone, come together and smash him to death!"

"Kill him!"

Several children took the stones in their hands and threw them at the half-dead barbarian on the ground, causing the barbarian, who still had a breath left, to meet the King of Hell faster.

After the first one, there was the second one. After all, they were not from regular military backgrounds, and these girls and boys were not strong enough. There was always one who was not dead yet. All of them were hit by these children with stones. The stones hit the barbarians on the head, and the barbarian was completely dead after a few hits from each of them.

One of the children confirmed that the other was dead, then clapped his hands and continued to look for the next survivor.

Seeing how well these children adapted, Gu Fengyue and Song Chunlin didn't know whether to be happy or sad. They could only resolve the current battle situation first.