Tenth of the Twelfth Moon, noon. The enemy poisoned the water and burned foul smoke into the compound. All our…
Tenth of the Twelfth Moon, noon.
The enemy poisoned the water and burned foul smoke into the compound. All our grain stores are gone. Everyone is starving.
I could not bear to watch the old and young suffer and urged them to leave. Every one of them answered the same: the Khitan burn and kill wherever they go. Their word means nothing. Not a single soul chose to surrender.