After being exiled with her husband and children, she returned with great power to rule the world

The dozen or so female prisoners who were rescued and brought ashore survived the disaster, but they showed no signs of relief. Instead, they all burst into tears and collapsed in the mud, their faces full of despair and sadness.

Their clothes were ragged, their hair was messy and stuck to their cheeks, as if all the life had been drained away by fate.

Yuan Zhiqiang and his officers witnessed this scene and were furious.

He had originally thought that escorting the female prisoner would be much easier, but he had not expected such a mess to happen in a moment. Thinking that several people had already died, Yuan Zhiqiang's face turned red and veins bulged on his forehead.

He suddenly pulled out the whip from his waist, and the whip flashed with a cold light in the dim sky.

"You damned bunch!" Yuan Zhiqiang roared, whipping the female prisoner on the ground fiercely. "I'll let you seek death! Today I'm going to beat you until your skin is torn to pieces!"

"Do you think I'm too kind on a normal day? How dare you seek death right under my nose!" He whipped and hurled insults at her, each word accompanied by the whistling sound of the whip cutting through the air.

"Ahhh...Sir, stop hitting us!" The female prisoners screamed, their voices echoing all around.

"Mom, it hurts! Mom!" A young little girl cried out. She hugged an older female prisoner beside her tightly, her eyes full of fear.

"Please, Master Yuan, we know we were wrong and we won't do it again!" The female prisoners begged for mercy, their bodies twisting in pain on the ground.

The sound of whips was incessant, and every whip left bloody marks on the thin bodies of the female prisoners.

The pain made their desire to die begin to waver. The severe pain brought by the whip seemed to be more terrifying than death.

On the side, the other officers looked at each other. Although they felt reluctant, no one dared to step forward to stop it.

Murong Ling'er frowned, her eyes full of pity, and she winked at Chifeng.

Chiffon understood what he meant and hurried forward to dissuade him.

"Master Yuan, wait!" Chifeng shouted, "If the fighting continues like this, someone will die!"

At this time, the female prisoners snuggled up to each other and sobbed softly.

One of the haggard women gritted her teeth and said, "This world has no place for us. Living is suffering. It's better to die."

"Sister, please don't mention death again."

Another woman advised, "Just now, the icy river water almost swallowed me, and I suddenly became afraid. I don't want to die. I want to live, even if there is only a glimmer of hope."

"Huh! Living?" An older female prisoner nearby snorted coldly. "Look at all this journey. We've been driven around, beaten, and scolded like animals. What's the point of living like this?"

After hearing this, everyone fell silent, with only low sobbing sounds echoing in the air.

After much persuasion from Chifeng, Yuan Zhiqiang reluctantly put away his whip. However, the rage on his face remained. He fiercely ordered the officers, "Drag those suicidal people into the mountains and throw them away to be eaten by wild wolves. Save them from bringing bad luck here!"

This kind of treatment is extremely cruel, even the dead are not spared.

Seeing this, Chifeng pursed his lips slightly. Although he felt reluctant, he knew that no matter how many words he said, it would be useless at this moment. After all, the person was no longer breathing. In this chaotic world, perhaps death was really just the soul being freed from a broken body.

He stood silently by, watching coldly as the officers dragged away the bodies of the women and children like animals, leaving glaring bloodstains on the ground.

Sun Ying huddled at the back of the crowd, covering Sun Shaojie's eyes tightly with her hands. Her own eyes had already turned red, and her thin body trembled uncontrollably.

Just now, looking at the gurgling stream, her feet almost uncontrollably stepped towards death. If Miss Chu had not pulled them back in time, she and her brother would probably have become cold corpses or been dragged away mercilessly.

But even if they escape this disaster, what awaits them in the future is unknown fear. Once they step into the military camp and become military prostitutes, it will be an abyss more terrifying than death. How can they survive this road of suffering with no end in sight?

With the occurrence of this tragedy, the entire exile team seemed to be shrouded in a haze, and the depressing atmosphere was so heavy that it made people breathless.

The prisoners began to whisper to each other in private, their voices small but full of sympathy and helplessness.

"Oh! Those female prisoners are so miserable. They have fallen into such a situation that even death has become the only relief." An old man shook his head and sighed, his eyes full of compassion.

"Yes! The place where military prostitutes are kept is not a place for human beings. They are forced to take this desperate path." A young convict echoed with a frown.

"Although we are also exiles, we still have a glimmer of hope, but they don't even have any hope at all." Another person muttered softly, with a look of relief and guilt in his eyes.

"This world is a cannibalistic place that leaves no way for people to survive. It's just a pity for them." Everyone nodded, feeling mixed emotions.

Murong Ling'er stood aside, listening to these discussions, her heart filled with melancholy.

In the face of the wheel of fate, individual power is so insignificant. She can stop the tragedy from continuing at this moment, but she cannot change the predetermined trajectory of their fate.

"Mom, why did those people commit suicide? Aren't we also fugitives?" Murong Chen's childish voice sounded in his ears, his eyes full of confusion.

"Because they were sent to be military prostitutes, which is a dead end." Murong Ling'er said bluntly without hiding anything.

"Military prostitute?" Murong Chen was stunned at first, then nodded as if he understood. The experiences of himself, his mother, and the entire exile team flashed through his mind. In comparison, they were indeed lucky.

After this incident, Yuan Zhiqiang was so angry that he had no place to vent his anger, so he directly ordered the cancellation of lunch for all the exiled prisoners.

Chifeng looked at the tired and hungry people. Although he wanted to plead for mercy, he knew that Yuan Zhiqiang was angry, so he could only swallow the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

However, in the evening, Chuchu quietly found Sun Ying and her brother, and calmly stuffed a few white flour buns into their hands.

Sun Ying took the white flour buns, a hint of gratitude flashed in her eyes, and then she carefully hid them deep in her bag. She didn't say a word the whole time, but her slightly trembling hands revealed the waves in her heart.

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The depressed and oppressive atmosphere followed them like a shadow and did not dissipate until the team set out on their journey again.

Yuan Zhiqiang's face was terribly gloomy, like a volcano about to erupt.

This time, he completely put away any trace of mercy that might have remained in his heart, and the whip in his hand became a tool for him to vent his anger and dissatisfaction.

As long as any prisoner slowed down a little, the whip would come like a poisonous snake, and with a crisp "snap" sound, it would explode in the air, accompanied by the painful wails of the tortured person.

Thanks to the hearty meal and the careful application of the medicine given by Chuchu, the pain in Sun Ying's feet was greatly relieved. She held Sun Shaojie's hand tightly, walked with a firm gaze, and gradually surpassed many people and walked to the front of the team.

Although her figure was still thin, she now exuded a tenacious spirit. Beneath her windblown hair was a face full of determination.