An eight-year-old kid emptied his scumbag father's warehouse and followed his grandparents into

"You, wake up! And you! You! And both of you, come out here, quickly."

While she was drowsy, Xiaoman was suddenly kicked. Jing Chunxi and Xiao Tianbao were also awakened and they quickly stood up.

Xiao Man had been sleeping uneasily to begin with, and the kick hurt him a little. He staggered to his feet, sleepiness still lingering on his face, his eyes full of fear and confusion.

Jing Chunxi rubbed his eyes, trying to wake himself up. He took Xiao Tianbao's hand and looked back at Xiao Man. Xiao Tianbao's face turned pale at the sudden disturbance, but he didn't cry. Xiao Man, who must have felt pain, started to cry again, but followed them a few steps behind.

Seeing her sister's hand shaking and trying to pinch her arm, the little sweet baby frowned and burst into tears.

Xiaoman cried with a bit of grievance. While crying, he raised his hand and wanted to grab Jing Chunxi's arm, but he didn't dare to use force because of the pain.

Little Sweetie competed, her crying even more miserably. Her little face was soaked with tears, her eyes red as two small cherries. She kept wiping her tears with her sleeves, but the more she wiped, the louder she cried. Her sleeves were made of soft fabric, and after being soaked with tears, they stuck to her face, making her look even more pitiful.

"Come out quickly, do you want to die?"

The two brothers were also kicked by the guards. They helped each other to stand up, but the older one fell down again and was kicked hard in the chest again. He didn't get up in time, so he was kicked a third time. The guards were extremely rough and brutal, kicking and beating the two children mercilessly.

The older boy was kicked three times and was already struggling to stand. He stumbled and nearly fell. His younger brother reached out to help him, but was violently pushed away by another guard.

The older boy was kicked in the chest. He frowned in pain, his mouth trembling slightly, as if he was trying hard not to make a sound. However, the fourth kick came at him mercilessly, and he finally couldn't hold it in anymore, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

"Brother!" The little boy tried to move to the side to protect him, stretching out his arms and shouting, "Don't hit my brother! He's vomiting blood!" He cried miserably. His voice was a little hoarse, clearly terrified. He stretched out his arms desperately, trying to protect his brother, but his body was shaking, and he looked so helpless. His tears rolled down like beads from a broken string, wetting his clothes.

The people in the room just watched indifferently, without any sympathy, and no one dared to help. Everyone around lowered their heads, not daring to look at this scene, as if afraid that their eyes would be interpreted as sympathy, thus incurring the wrath of the guards.

The room was filled with an oppressive atmosphere that made it almost impossible to breathe. Only the cries of children and the scolding of the guards echoed in the air.

"Brother! He's going to die!" When the villain saw that the older boy didn't move and raised his thigh again, the little sweet baby suddenly cried out in surprise. If Jing Chunxi hadn't stopped her, she would have rushed over. I think she must have thought of her brother who was captured and finally couldn't bear it anymore.

There was a hint of despair in Xiao Tianbao's exclamation. Her little hands tightly grasped Jing Chunxi's sleeves, and her body trembled slightly.

Jing Chunxi held her hand tightly and whispered comforting words to her, but his own tears could not help but flow. If he did not hold Xiao Tianbao back, she would definitely rush over, and that would only make the situation worse.

It was precisely because of Tianbao's cry that the raised leg did not kick out. The guard froze in mid-air, as if frightened by the sudden cry. After hesitating for a moment, he finally lowered his leg.

The atmosphere in the room eased a little, but was still filled with tension and anxiety.

Jing Chunxi and the other two had to leave the house first. If they didn't leave, the ferocious soldiers would definitely drag them out and might even kick them a few times.

The older boy who was kicked was holding his chest and was supported by his younger brother as he came out. His body was a little shaky and he was holding his chest and he could no longer stand steadily.

The five children stood in a row at the door, their faces terribly pale. Jing Chunxi held Xiao Tianbao's hand tightly and whispered comforting words to her, while Xiao Man leaned on Jing Chunxi's shoulder, sobbing softly.

The little boy held his brother tightly, his eyes full of worry and fear, but he didn't dare show it.

Before they looked up, they heard a strange male voice coming from the other side: "Everyone, raise your heads." There was a bit of majesty and impatience in the voice, which made the children even more afraid.

They slowly raised their heads. Several children's faces were covered in dust or yellow mud, and their original appearances were completely unrecognizable. Jing Chunxi hadn't been wearing any mud at first, but after entering the small dark room, he felt something was wrong and also touched the ground, then smeared some on his face, so he followed the crowd.

Taking advantage of the moment to look up, Jing Chunxi took a closer look at the two people across from him. They were dressed somewhat similarly, both wearing dark purple uniforms. While the style was similar to the soldiers', the color and material were vastly different.

Normal soldier uniforms were made of coarse, inconspicuous gray or black cloth, loose and baggy. These two, however, wore clothing that fitted them perfectly, soft and shimmering, made of fine satin. The sunlight reflected off their clothes, creating a subtle glow that seemed particularly dazzling.

Judging from their attire, they must be officers. The shorter and fatter one's clothes have gold embroidery on the collar, while the thinner one's clothes are clean. There are also some differences in the ranks of these officers, and the fatter one must be of higher rank.

The two men's temperaments were completely different. The fat man had a face full of flesh and a sinister look in his eyes, while the thin man looked more stern, with a look of majesty in his eyes.

A few steps behind them, two soldiers stood at attention on either side, each holding a longsword. Their blades gleamed coldly in the sunlight, a chilling effect that sent shivers down their spines. Their stance was impeccable, their hands firmly gripping their hilts, their gazes fixed forward, as if ready to obey orders at any moment.

"Wash their faces for me." The fat man with a higher rank pointed his finger, and a soldier responded and ran towards the wooden house not far away. He casually slung the long sword in his hand over his waist and ran, swinging it back and forth, which looked a bit funny.

Jing Chunxi lowered his head again and held Xiao Tianbao's tender shoulders with his hands. Seeing that Xiao Tianbao was still looking up, he quickly pressed her neck from behind and motioned her to lower her head. The officer had a bad temper, so there was no need to cause unnecessary trouble.

As the little boy choked up again, Tianbao's tears began to drip down. This time it really rained, and it wet his clothes.

Jing Chunxi turned sideways, hugged her little sweet baby and sobbed softly. From the front, her shoulders were shaking from crying.

The five children didn't dare to raise their heads, trembling with fear, afraid that any movement of theirs would displease the officer and result in a beating.

"If you cry again, I will throw you into the valley and let you sleep with the dead bodies." The soldier who came over with a bucket of water was very disgusted when he saw everyone crying, and threatened them in a stern voice.

There was a hint of ferocity in his voice, making people believe that he would really do it. The children's crying became quieter, but they still couldn't stop crying.

The two officers standing opposite them stared silently, but remained silent. The fat man's eyes held a hint of greed, while the thin man's seemed even more indifferent. Their gazes were devoid of emotion, as if they were looking at a group of insignificant objects.