Chapter 142, "The Night of Destruction" Between the Main Story and the Extra Chapter

"Mom! Mom! Mom! Mom! Wuwuwu——"

The crying child was grabbed and forced into Priest Batal's arms.

The young priest almost collapsed. Although he was young and strong, the villagers already had six and a half-year-old children crammed into his arms at this critical moment.

"Losa, good boy, my child is in your hands. You must hide well! You must hide well!" The messy-haired peasant woman ignored the crying of her child, and then pulled her bigger boy away. There are many children crying and howling here.

Seeing that there were several ten-year-old boys around the peasant woman who had always listened to him preach the doctrine of Saturn and helped weed the church garden, Priest Batal could not help but speak: "Please, follow me. Let’s hide together, they are all demons, and the children will die if they are around you!”

But the strong peasant woman just took the sickle handed to her by her silent man for threshing grain, and held it tightly in her hand. Several of her ten-year-old boys also bravely held straw baskets filled with small stones. Or a long wooden stick, looking like a game where you will show off your skills in a battle later.

"We escaped once, from our hometown. We no longer run away here, we have to fight." The peasant woman didn't know much, so she could only say this. Her taciturn husband spoke at this time: "Luo Sa, after you survive, let the children grow up to avenge us."

After saying that, the farmer took these 'weapons' and rushed towards the front of the village.

Priest Batal watched the family fighting and rushing towards the village with flames and howling in the distance. His teeth chattered, but he still carried the little children who were finally handed over to him by the villagers, including their backpacks. Entrance to the church sanctuary where I live.

The entrance is made of floor-to-ceiling stone, with a complete image of wheat grains carved on the surface. This thing not only looks awkward in the entire wooden Church of Saturn, but it also cost a lot to build. The farmers in the village worked one after another to drag the large stones over from the foot of the mountain in the distance.

When he was just an adult at the time, he still felt that he had to spend a lot of effort to build such a useless thing. He might as well use these stones to build a stone well in the village, which all villagers could use.

How nice.

But all the villagers who contributed to this at that time just looked at him and had something to say, but in the end they silently spent their energy to get the stones and built this one-room stone shelter under the church.

One by one, they carried the half-grown children into the room where no one had come in for a long time. Priest Batal finally looked towards the direction where the wails and screams came from.

The demons had arrived in the middle of the village, and a church member's house was set on fire. The flames rose, vaguely illuminating the twisted faces of the people who were running around, releasing violence and malice.

His heart tightened, and he quickly retracted himself into the passage into the shelter, and then tightly closed the stone door above his head.

Not only that, he blew out the lighting oil lamp and took out a bunch of last year's wheat ears from his arms. With a few trembling words in his mouth, the wheat ear emitted a cyan light that could replace the light of an oil lamp.

Pinning the ears of wheat to his waist, he followed the original requirements for the construction of the shelter, took out the stone bricks originally placed here from under the walls on both sides, moved them to the bottom of the stone door, and followed the gaps left in advance. This place is completely stuck.

After everything was done, he sat down on the stone floor of the shelter. The six children who were crying around him stopped crying when they saw the shining ears of wheat on his body, and gathered around him sobbing curiously. .

After teasing the children with this thing, they clapped their hands and laughed happily, but Priest Batal burst into tears.

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The entrance to Changmai Village.

A group of people who looked like soldiers from the southern provincial army, but were dressed in particularly sloppy and ragged clothes, strode slowly towards the village.

There are more of these guys around, constantly arresting the villagers, and moving anything they think is valuable into the streets.

The narrow street was filled with door panels and all kinds of things on the door panels.

Wooden boxes, piles of tangled clothes, tied poultry, domestic dogs with broken heads and moaning about their imminent death, wooden basins, metal tools, barrels of grain, iron pots, ownerless shoes, etc.

Someone grabbed a young peasant woman by one hand, pulled her out of the well with a strange smile on her face, pushed her to the street, and tied her up.

Someone loudly gathered other people around who were also doing evil, and besieged the farmers who were fighting on the door of their own house. However, the situation was unexpected, and the farmers' resistance would only end up being defeated by these bandit-like guys.

Those who resisted stubbornly had their arms broken easily and were driven to the streets to be tied up. Those who were unable to resist were also tied up and awaited their fate like trophies.

"Bring me all the things! Valuable, worthless, useful, useless! Move them all away! The vacant rooms are on fire! Don't let these guys think about coming back again! Isn't it good to follow us? Right? Hahahaha."

In the center of the chaos, a tall warrior was laughing with his hands on his waist. He was wearing armor, and the men around him were also excited.

Some people couldn't bear it. When they saw a pretty peasant girl, they untied their leather armor belts and forced their way in under the firelight of the dark night.

Some people were particularly hungry, so they took poultry on spears and set fire to the wheat outside farmers' homes, using the flames to grill the food.

Of course, there are not those who are resisting.

The villagers who reacted gathered in the middle of the village. Although they did not have many weapons in their hands, they still stopped this group of wanton guys with their strong village houses and warehouses.

Except for some believers who gave their children to priest Batar and took refuge in the church shelter, more villagers living in the back of the village asked their mothers-in-law to take their children and escape at night into the surrounding farmland.

With the surroundings so chaotic and the sky so dark, you should be able to run away, right?

"Run? What a beautiful idea! Whoosh————"

The armor-piercing warrior who led the team strode to the fighting place and blew a loud whistle. One of his men fired a rocket into the sky to signal the building to be set alight at night.

Then there was a faint sound of someone shouting and neighing around the village.

"Haha, I've sent people to surround the whole village! Want to run away? Can you run away? You bunch of whimsical guys, come out and surrender honestly. I promise not to kill you."

After hearing what this man said, many villagers hesitated.

"Don't believe what these villains say. Put down your weapons. Life or death is not up to us! Guys, fight! Hold on until dawn, they will definitely run away!"

The soldier leading the team snorted coldly and ordered the archers around him: "Shoot that talkative peasant woman to death!"

Swish, swish, more than a dozen arrows were fired at the peasant woman who was hiding behind the furniture in the village house. Not only her, but also several children holding small stones and wooden sticks beside her were shot to death.

"It's much cleaner now. Look, this is what happens when you resist. Someone, bring up all the captured villagers and show them that not many of them died. It would be great if you surrender obediently."

The armor-piercing warrior leading the team spoke, and someone immediately brought over most of the injured and terrified captured villagers.

Seeing this scene, many villagers who resolutely resisted lost their will to fight. After all, there was a possibility of survival, and no one wanted to be killed.

"Come out, come out. The three people who come out first can bring their families to join us! Become our own people and you won't have to suffer anymore! How wonderful."

The tall armored warrior smiled strangely and looked at the villagers walking out of the village house and warehouse in front of him with mocking eyes.

He rolled his eyes, pointed at the family of three who were walking in front and surrendered, and clicked three times.

"One, two, three, you three can bring your family to join us! Don't say I don't keep my word, three means three."

But these three people are a family, middle-aged parents and just-adult son.

The old man in the family has passed away, the children have not yet married and started a family, and there are no more relatives.

Some villagers felt that they had been fooled, but they were immediately disarmed by the soldiers who rushed up, slapped them several times and tied them up.

So all the villagers were captured.

"Quick, there must be a lot of food in the warehouse, %￥ # ￥, brothers have been starving in the woods all winter, hurry, move all this food away! Let those adults who have families Villagers go move!”

The soldiers in armor rushed to the village house with their henchmen under command.

Under normal circumstances, a large amount of funds used by the village to purchase supplies from business travelers are usually stored here.

They like grain, and they also like coins.

But as soon as they entered the village house, a man squatting among the corpses shot to death by arrows rushed up brandishing a shovel. Follow the example of the leading soldier and greet him.

when!

The man just raised his arm and used his metal arm armor to block for a moment, blocking the inexperienced attack.

"Husband?"

The man smiled, but the farmer whose weapon was seized did not answer, but stared at him with hatred.

Seemingly annoyed by this look, the armored soldier kicked the farmer to the side of the body. Then with a twist of his wrist, he picked up the opponent's shovel as a weapon and pointed it at the farmer who was still staring at him. Smashed in the face.

"I am also a good person!"

He yelled crazily.

While shouting, he continued to chop at the man's head and face with the shovel.

"Defend the country! Fight against the enemy! Return home in triumph! What wonderful words! You don't blame me for # ￥! Those bullshits are fighting for power and profit, sharing the benefits together, and pushing aside the difficulties. Everyone has suffered a defeat. ! Blame me? Blame me? Blame me?"

He yelled and then hit it hard. After shouting the entire sentence, the farmer's head and neck were gone, leaving only scattered skull fragments stuck everywhere.

Others nearby also did not organize or answer the question when the leader was angry. However, they listened to the leader's words and seemed to feel much more relaxed about the tragedy around them this time.

Yes, we don’t want to either. It’s all the fault of those noble gentlemen, they are the ones who messed up everything.

"Search for even one iron coin from this place and take them all away! Then burn them!"

Throwing away the shovel, the man continued leading the group through the center of the village.

The village is olive-shaped. After passing the center of the village, there are many fewer residential houses in the back. However, at the end of the road, not only has the ground been renovated, but there are also more stone tablets engraved with images promoting agriculture on both sides of the road.

A church of Saturn built of stone and wood is right in front of you.

In addition to stone monuments on both sides of the road leading to the church, there are also tombs of some villagers who have passed away who settled here earlier.

Looking at these small square tombs, the armored warrior leading the team waved his hand: "The tombs are all warped. Check inside to see if there are any valuable burial objects besides ashes!"

The men looked at each other, not knowing what to say.

"What? You don't like doing this? If there are gold and silver jewelry buried with it, do you like it? If you want it, go and get it yourself! Huh, who can these gods protect? They say that our Kingdom of Saint Holes is a religious kingdom , but why didn’t they protect us on the battlefield? We watched helplessly as the magicians from neighboring countries set fire to our brothers and burned them to death in large numbers in the mountains and forests.”

Staring at the emblem of Saturn hanging on the roof of the Church of Saturn, the man spoke louder and louder, and soon aroused the defeated soldiers' disgust and blasphemous thoughts towards the gods.

"Take away all the valuables inside. Then click here." He looked directly at a wooden statue of the God of Agriculture, pointed at the statue and said: "Just watch like this, watch everything go into destruction. .Besides here, there are other places. Not just you, but also other villages protected by gods. Oh, what can you do? Have you done anything? Huh?"

Soon, the flames ignited a large number of wooden churches, and everything was reflected in the flames.

A statue of a god caught in fire.

Priest Batar and the children gradually felt suffocated and burned in the shelter.

The arrogant and domineering defeated soldiers and their generals.

Villagers strung together with ropes.

Various belongings were loaded onto the carriage, as well as barrels of food being moved out.

The flames of the church rose very high, with sparks and smoke flying.

There is only one sigh that no one can hear.