In the village square, there was a group of women who had been stripped of their clothes. A band of soldiers who had just pulled up their trousers began leering and shouting at the other villagers kneeling on the ground, "Dammit! If you can't produce the grain, don't you have any money either?"
A brawny leader with a musket slung at his waist and carrying a long knife walked among the kneeling crowd and grabbed an old man.
He viciously threw the old man to the ground, which only made the children in the village cry louder. Everyone was too afraid to lift their heads, let alone plead for mercy.
"If you don't hand over your valuables, I'll kill him!" the muscular man shouted, pointing the tip of his knife at the old man, addressing everyone present.
"Sir, sir! We really have nothing left! We've given you everything we have! Please spare me! Spare me!" the old man cried, lying on the ground and begging for mercy.
