Outside Luoyang City, countless homeless people huddled together, shivering in the cold wind.
Most of them were dressed in coarse fabric and burlap, suggesting that when Dong Zhuo left, he took away all the high-ranking officials and noble families of Luoyang.
Among them were some fat men in tattered brocade robes, and from the heart-wrenching cries of their female relatives, it was easy to tell that all the wealth they had painstakingly accumulated had been completely plundered by the Xiliang Army.
The most pitiful were the children, pitifully cuddling against their parents, their eyes dull and lacking focus as they stared at Luoyang City, once their home.
For the first time, you were shocked by the cruel reflection of this chaotic world. It was not just your eyes, but more so, the human heart.
Miserable, it was too miserable!
If the brutal battlefield had already honed your bloodlust, numbing your nerves, then now, this inhumane scene stirred something within your soul.
