The quiet village was in a mess, with vendors' belongings strewn all over the ground, and corpses all over the ground. . . The soldiers ran, carrying the bodies in pairs and moving them to a flat ground.
Gu Yinuo stood at the entrance of the village, looking straight at this hellish scene. His feet seemed to be filled with lead and he could not move a step. The original blue bricks have been covered in blood and their original color is no longer visible.
General Cui ran past Gu Yinuo with a child of about four or five years old in his arms. The child's shoes were gone and his body was covered in blood. With a "pop" sound, a windmill made of bamboo fell from the child's body.
Gu Yinuo stared blankly at the blood-stained windmill. He walked over step by step and bent down to pick it up. Then he looked at the open space where the corpses were placed. The originally empty ground was already filled with corpses of all sizes. Gu Yinuo held the small windmill tightly and went to find it one by one. He didn't even know that the sharp bamboo thorn pricked his palm, and the blood covered the windmill and dripped drop by drop. At this moment, Gu Yinuo just hoped to return the windmill to the child.
Rows of corpses lay quietly on the ground. No one knew what they had experienced an hour ago. In a short moment, each living life ceased to exist, leaving only rows of lifeless bodies that were long or short, fat or thin.
Gu Yinuo found the little boy's body in the last row. A long knife mark ran from the shoulder to the waist, as if the person who drew the knife wanted to cut him in half. The little boy's frightened eyes had not yet closed. Gu Yinuo gently knelt beside the little boy and stretched out his trembling hand to touch the little boy's eyes. After a moment, big drops of water fell on the back of his hand. General Gu stood silently behind his son and stretched out his hand to put on Gu Yinuo's shoulder. The sobs became louder and louder, and even the shoulders shook.
After an unknown amount of time, Gu Yinuo slowly withdrew his hand. He took out the windmill he was holding tightly and put it in the little boy's hand. He gently straightened his clothes, then took off his coat and covered the little boy's body.
Standing up, Gu Yinuo felt dizzy and shook his body. He slowly stood up straight and turned around. He looked at his father with red eyes and gritted his teeth and said, "Revenge!"