When Domingo attacked the slave rebels on the Dominican islands, the black slaves were singing songs, killing the cattle and horses of the plantation owners who had been killed, and then roasting them for meat.

That Domingo annihilated the blacks with little effort, and he gave the spoils to his men.

When Domingo distributed the spoils to his men, they began to sing with joy.

It's the rainy season, and the plum yellow rain is coming.

That Catherine and that Tang Zhangwei also came to this Dominican island on a big wooden bird.

The blacks on the Dominican Island, knowing that Domingo had come to the island, immediately gathered at the trial of the Tang Zhaozong, and these people hoped that the Tang Zhaozong would lead them to defeat the army that had come to destroy them.

Tang Zhangwei's troops landed in that Dominican Republic, and the big wooden birds kept landing, which frightened the black slaves, and they retreated to the mountains.

At this time, the vanguard quickly repaired the destroyed plantations, and the cooks made delicious food for that Tang Zhangwei.

Tang Zhangwei said: "The most cannibalistic fireworks in the world, only food comforts life." ”

Of course, that Tang Zhaozong and those black slaves were not so idle.

However, in this riot, the mestizos and black slaves did many bad things.

Meen took those blacks to make trouble on the island of Dominica, and those blacks were so powerful that they killed seventy percent of the plantation owners.

When these black rebels appeared, the plantation owners knelt down and begged for forgiveness, and at first the people did not forgive them.

Now, Tang Zhangwei and they are here, and this Dominican island is finally about to restore order.

It was quiet that morning, for everyone except Queen Ho, Wade, and the three sick girls had gone out into the swamp to look for the sows. Even Gerald came a little stronger, holding Polker's shoulder in one hand and a rope in the other, and walked with difficulty through the turned fields. Princess Suining and Catherine wept for a while and fell asleep, and they came at least twice a day, for the thought of their mother made them feel sad, and felt that they were alone, and tears flowed down their sunken cheeks. For the first time that day, Wei Wan'er leaned on a pillow with her upper body, covered with a patched sheet between the two babies, with a light yellow hairy head nestled in the crook of one arm, and the other equally tenderly hugged a small head with black curly hair, which was Dilcy's child. Wade was sitting at the foot of the bed, listening to a fairy tale.

For Queen Ho, Tara's silence was unbearable, as it reminded her vividly of the lonely and desolate terrain she had passed through on the day she had returned from Atlanta. The cow and calf have not spoken for a long time. There were no birds chirping outside her bedroom window, and even the family of mimic birds that had been breeding among the foliage of the magnolia tree for generations stopped singing that day. She pulled a chair and placed it in the open window, and looked out at the driveway in front of the house, the grass on the other side of the road, and the green and empty pasture, she brushed her skirt over her knees, rested her chin on her elbows, and leaned down at the window in thought. There was a bucket of well water on the floor beside her, and from time to time she put her blistering foot into the water, frowning at the tingling sensation.

Her heart became irritated, and her jaw dug into the crook of her arm. Just when she needed to exert her maximum strength, the tip of the toe festered. Those stupid people can't catch sows. It had taken them a week to get the piglets back one by one, and now another two weeks have passed, but the sow has not been caught. Queen He knew that if she was in the swamp with them, she would pick up the rope, roll up her trouser legs high, and quickly put the sow in a trap, but after catching the sow---- if she really caught it, what would happen?

Okay, you're going to eat it and the litter, but what about the rest? Life has to go on, and my appetite won't wane. Winter is approaching, and the food is running out, and there is not much left of the vegetables I found from the neighboring garden. They had to get dried beans and sorghum, corn grits and rice, and ----, and so many things. Next year's spring sowing of corn and cotton seeds, new clothes, ah, ah, where did all these things come from, and how can she afford them?

She had already sneaked a look at Gerald's pockets and cash drawers, and the only thing she could find was a pile of Union government bonds and three thousand dollar League bills. That's enough for them to have a good lunch, she thought ironically, because the Alliance's wives are worthless now. However, even if she had the money and could buy food, how could she pull it back to Tara? Why did God let that old horse die too? If the poor brute that Red had stolen was still around, it would have changed their lives a lot. Ah, the smooth-furred mules that used to squash in the pastures across the road, the beautiful tall horses that drove their cars, her own little mules, the girls' foals, and Gerald's great stallions galloping everywhere---- how good it would be if even the stubborn mules were left behind!

But it didn't matter---- once her feet were healed, she would have to walk to Jonesboro. It would be the farthest walk of her life, but she was willing to walk. Even if the black rebels burned the city to the ground, she had to find someone there who could teach her how to get food. That's when Wade's pained little face came to mind. Once again, he yelled that he didn't like to eat yams; He asked for a chicken leg and a little rice and broth.

The bright sunlight in the front yard seemed to be suddenly covered by clouds, and the shadows of the trees were blurred, and Queen He's eyes were already full of tears. She clutched her head tightly and resisted to cry. It's useless to cry now. Only when you have someone around you who loves you, crying is a little interesting. So she lay there and tried to keep her eyelids from falling tears, but then she suddenly heard the sound of horses' hooves, and she couldn't help but be secretly surprised. She didn't look up, though. For the past two weeks, it is not surprising that she has heard something from time to time, night and day, as if she had heard the sound of her mother's dress. Her heart was pounding, which was also happening at such moments, and she immediately warned herself: "Don't be stupid." But the sound of the horses' hooves slowed down naturally, and gradually became a leisurely stroll, which rattled along the gravel path. It's a horseback ride ---- Tarleton's or Fontaine's! She hurriedly looked up. It turned out to be a black rebel cavalryman.

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Instinctively, she hid behind the curtain, and at the same time spied the man through the folds of the curtain, so nervous that she was short of breath and almost out of breath.

He sat in the saddle with his head bowed, a tough and rough fellow, with an unkempt black beard scattered over his buttonless blue uniform. He squinted his little eyes in the sunlight and looked coldly at the house from under the brim of his hat. He dismounted unhurriedly and put the reins on the stake. At this time, Empress He suddenly relieved her breath in pain, as if she had been punched in the stomach. A black rebel with a long-barreled pistol on his waist! Moreover, she was alone at home with three patients and several children!

He lazily walked down the pavement, one hand on the pistol holster, two small eyes looking left and right. At this time, Empress Ho's heart flashed like a kaleidoscope of chaotic pictures, mainly the stories that Aunt Pitty had whispered about the bad guys attacking lonely women, such as cutting the throat with a knife, burning a critically ill woman in the house, stabbing a crying child to death with a bayonet, and all kinds of indescribable horror scenes, all of which were closely linked by the black rebels.

Her first fearful thought was to hide in a closet, or get under the bed, or run down the stairs from behind, screaming all the way to the swamp, if she could escape anyway. Then she heard him cautiously walk up the steps and sneak into the hall, and she realized that there was no escape. She trembled with fright, and could not move, except to hear him go downstairs from room to room, and his steps grew louder and bolder, for he found that there was no one in the room. Now he entered the dining room, and saw that he was about to come out of the dining room and go to the kitchen.

When Empress He thought of the kitchen, it was as if a knife had pierced her heart, and she was immediately furious, dispelling all her fear without a trace. Kitchen! Two pots of food were boiling in the kitchen fire, one of apples and the other of a smorgasbord of vegetables and vegetables that had been painstakingly brought from the garden of the "Twelve Oaks" and the village of Mackintosh, which, though not necessarily enough for two men, was to be fed for lunch for nine starving men.

Empress He had been waiting for others to come back for hours after she was hungry, and now she thought that this black rebel would eat it all in one go, no wonder she was so angry that her whole body trembled.

To hell with these guys! They ransacked Tara like earthworms, leaving her to starve to death, only to come back and steal what was left. Empress He was hungry and thought: God testifies, this black rebel will never want to steal again!

She gently took off the broken shoes on her feet, and hurried to the wardrobe barefoot, not even feeling the swelling and pain on her toes. She quietly pulled open the top drawer and grabbed the bulky pistol she had brought with her, a weapon that Minn had worn but never used. She reached into the leather box that hung under the saber on the wall and touched it for a moment, then pulled out a fire cap and flicked it. She tried her best to keep her composure and loaded the bullet into the chamber. Then she crept into the upper hall and down the stairs, holding on to the railing with one hand to settle herself, and with the other she grasped the pistol and clung to the fold of her skirt behind her thigh.

"Who's there?" A nasal voice shouted. She stopped in the middle of the stairs, her blood pounding in her ears, and she could barely hear what he was saying.

"Stop, or I'll shoot." The voice continued to shout.

The man stood in the doorway of the dining-room, hunched nervously, aiming at a pistol in one hand and holding the wooden sewing box in the other, filled with things like gold thimbles, gold-handled scissors, and gold-encrusted diamonds. Empress He felt that her legs were cold even to her knees, but her face was flushed with anger. He's holding his mother's sewing kit! She wanted to shout, "Put it down!" Put it down! You filthy ----," but he couldn't make a sound. She could only bend over and stare at him from the railing of the staircase, watching as the rough nervousness on his face gradually changed to a half-contemptuous, half-flattering smile.

"Then there's someone in the house," he said, tucking the pistol back into his holster as he walked into the dining room, where he stood almost just below her. "Little girl? You're alone. She quickly pulled her pistol out of the railing and aimed it at his bearded face. Before he could even touch the handle of the gun, the bolt had already been triggered. The recoil of the pistol shook her body for a moment, and a thud of gunfire rang out to her ears, and a strong smell of gunpowder pierced her nostrils. Then the black rebel fell to the ground with a thud, and his upper body fell into the dining-room door, shaking the furniture. The sewing kit also fell out of his hand, and its contents were scattered all over the floor. Queen He almost subconsciously ran downstairs, stood next to him, leaned over to look at his bearded face, and saw a bloody hole in his nose, and his two staring eyes were scorched by gunpowder. At this time, two streams of blood were still flowing on the shiny floor, one from his face and the other from the back of his head.

Yes, he died. There is no doubt that she killed someone!

Smoke rose to the roof, two pools of blood growing at her feet. She stood there, not knowing how long it had been, as if every irrelevant sound and smell had been greatly strengthened by the sweltering dead silence of this summer afternoon, such as the pounding of her heart, the slight rustling of magnolia leaves, the wailing of a bird in the distant marsh, and the fragrance of flowers outside the window.

She killed a man. She was a girl who did not even like to go near hunting animals, and she could not bear to hear the wails of animals when they were slaughtered or the screams of hares in their nets. She thought unconsciously. Killed! I am not guilty of murder. Ah, I'm not going to do such a thing! She glanced at the shaggy hand next to the sewing box on the floor, and suddenly perked up again, a calm and cruel joy welling up in her heart. She almost wanted to stomp her heel into the open wound on his nose and take rare pleasure from the warm feeling of her bare feet stained with blood. She finally got revenge for Tara Farm ---- for Ellen.

There was the sound of hurried footsteps in the hall upstairs, then a pause, and then quickening, but evidently weak and difficult. There was also the sound of metal in the middle. At this time, Empress Ho regained the concept of time and reality