LAN
The sky darkened, wheezing as though about to cry. Even heaven could not bear witness to what unfolded in Sichuan.
The corpses were stacked high, and a spear with the Kun flag fluttered at the top. It barely matters; children, men, women, and the elderly are all butchered, torched, and incinerated.
The carcasses had been burnt and scorched, and blackbirds had feasted on them. It's the cause of the foul odor, the smell of death. Not only death but genocide.
They are not armed. Lan imagined that the Han forces meant to guard them had suddenly slaughtered them. He could only speculate on what occurred before the locals were massacred.
He felt like a helpless bit of dust. Lan screamed at the sky, frustrated, sorrowful, and outraged. His scream startled the crows, who flailed their wings in various directions, cursing Lan with their caws.
"Hey, why you shout, Lan?" Bian's steps froze, and his eyes rattled, demoralised by five mounds of cadaver Cookout. "What is this?"
Meanwhile, the scene made Quan puke in front of a deserted building.
Quan wiped his drool-covered lips. "Lan, aren't these the only people in town? No, these are insufficient. There must be someone here who couldn't hold us. What was going on.."
Lan dashed to the neighboring buildings till his path took him to the palace. Naked female corpses were sprawled across the blood-red floor. The orgy of blood had dried, but the aroma clung to the nostrils.
Lan almost lost his grasp on earth. His eyes welled up with tears, and his heart blazed with wrath. He walked out of the building, his hands clutched and his palm stained with blood.
Lan standing in the shade of a wall. His legs twisted, and the small doll sprawled under. What an adorable teddy bear if it weren't covered in blood.
He scooped up the doll and limped back to town. Han. Barbarian. They murdered a large amount of the population. However, more is needed. Lan was not sure what had happened to the rest of the people.
Bian's shout could be heard from afar. "Look for survivors. Come on, move you thick as!" He must be ordering Quan.
Bian approached. "Lan, did you find anything? Are there any survivors?"
Lan shrugged his shoulders gently, displaying the toy he had picked up.
"Look, this is Han!" Quan exclaimed. "As you can see, Brother. This is what barbarians do! They burn, they kill. What good is an empty city? This is what your hero does to us!"
"Shut up!" Bian pushed Quan. "I never idolize them, you hear me!"
"Enough!" Lan snapped, separating them. "What's the matter with you guys? This is hardly the time to argue, much less fight! These are the Kun people, this is Kun city, our city, and it's now a mass cemetery! Can't you guys just get along for a while?"
Lan's earnestness in his words rendered the two guys befuddled. Perhaps they began to doubt the benefits of fighting and assaulting each other as they had previously.
Lan stated it once more. "There are still a few cities for us to visit. Come on, hurry up. Let's go see them."
"No need," Brian replied. "Those cities must have been empty, just like this one. So as not to waste time, we better hurry home and tell father what happened."
"What if there are still survivors?" Lan's case.
"Are there any survivors here?" Quan argued. "Time is a precious thing, brother."
"And your head is also very precious to us, Third Prince." The man was walking with his companions. He flung a blood-splattered wooden plate of cockroaches at Bian's feet.
They were the men that Bian had asked to bring the men in black. "Thank you, crown prince, you made our task easier."
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