The walls outside the yamen were covered with drawings.
There were corpses abandoned by the roadside, rotting and covered in flies. There were people holding children, sitting under trees, their eyes full of bewilderment and helplessness.
There were villages that had met disaster, burned to ruins.
There were men lying on the ground being savagely cut down by enemy soldiers, the enemy surrounding them laughing—but now, in the eyes of the common people around, those faces looked as hideous as demons from hell.