The little girl desperately tried to escape this cannibalistic village, but she never expected that the two people who came would actually help her.

Although she was surprised, she reacted quickly. "Mom and Dad, let's go! I'll pack my things!"

She said she was my sister's friend. Let's go with her! The little girl turned and rushed into the thatched house at the back. Her mother quickly followed.

The honest, middle-aged man rubbed his hands together. "You know my eldest son!"

Song Yan nodded.

Wei Aiguo was facing off against the people outside. Song Yan turned and went inside, worried that the young girl might be carrying too much stuff; it was better for her to travel light.

As she entered the room, she overheard the little girl saying, "Mom, what will happen to Third Grandma if we leave?"

"I'll go ask your third aunt in a bit if she's willing to come with us and beg for food. If she is, then take her with you!" The woman wiped away her tears and continued packing.

Song Yan: "Only bring the essentials, don't bring anything else."

The woman wiped away another tear. "That girl is right, Er Ya, our priority is to escape!"

The noise outside grew louder, and Song Yan looked out.

Several men, guns drawn, pointed at Wei Aiguo. Er Ya's father stood in front of Wei Aiguo. "Just kill me then, it has nothing to do with outsiders!"

Wei Aiguo took out his identification. "This is my identification. I am here to visit Yan Jincui's family on behalf of the leaders of Yan Jincui's unit."

I have a name, a name, and a military unit. Even if you injure me, let alone kill me, you won't be able to explain yourselves.”

Wei Aiguo slowly handed the documents to Yan Mingguo.

Yan Mingguo hesitantly took the documents.

The trainees participating in this training program are either company commanders or battalion commanders; Wei Aiguo's file before enrollment listed him as a battalion commander.

Their military region commander said, "We can't let people from our military region be treated as inferior when they go in." A military region meeting was held to discuss this matter.

Yan Mingguo squinted, his eyes gleaming with a fierce light.

"Are you thinking that you have the ability to make me disappear silently in this small mountain village?"

"Let me tell you, I registered with your city's armed forces department before coming here," Wei Aiguo said calmly.

"Stop talking nonsense and put your hands up!" The person who shouted this was probably the militia captain.

Wei Aiguo didn't speak, but turned to look into the house.

Song Yan immediately understood what he meant.

At that moment, all eight gun barrels were pointed at Wei Aiguo. Wei Aiguo raised his hands, one of which was holding his military officer's ID card.

Song Yan pressed the shutter twice.

Wei Aiguo glanced back at Song Yan, and she nodded.

"Village chief, I never imagined that one day the people would point their guns at me!"

"I carry a gun to defend the country and protect the people!" Wei Aiguo said.

Those men with guns seemed to realize they were doing something wrong, and slowly began to put their guns down.

Yan Mingguo immediately became agitated. "Are you even from this village? How dare you let outsiders run rampant in our village?"

He's not a soldier, he's a fake!

Yan Jincui's father remained standing in front of Wei Aiguo. "Put down your guns! How can you point guns at soldiers!"

The militiamen looked at the village chief and then at Wei Aiguo, hesitating.

Song Yan had already brought Er Ya and her daughter out.

No one saw clearly how Wei Aiguo captured Yan Mingguo.

Yan Mingguo's neck was grabbed by Wei Aiguo.

“How can soldiers beat civilians? You actually want to beat civilians?” Yan Mingguo shouted.

There are truly no limits to shamelessness in this world.

“Didn’t you just say I was a fake?” Wei Aiguo asked. “So you knew my documents were real? Then why did you let them point guns at me?”

Do you know that if they shot and wounded me, they would be sentenced to death?

After speaking, Wei Aiguo looked at the men holding guns.

They were terrified when they heard they would be sentenced to death. They had hesitated before, but now they didn't hesitate and immediately put down their guns.

The militia captain didn't know what to do either.

Song Yan walked over. "Bring out Yan Jincui's compensation money immediately!" As he spoke, Song Yan pulled Yan Mingguo over and kicked him in the back of the knee.

Yan Mingguo knelt on the ground, with Song Yan holding a knife to his neck.

"What, you're going to rob me?! The whole village is watching!" Yan Mingguo didn't believe the soldiers could do anything to him.

Song Yan drew a circle with a pen. "Since you didn't take Yan Jincui's compensation, it has nothing to do with you. Disperse!"

Yan Mingguo thought that now that the woman had taken the knife, he wouldn't be able to escape. But he couldn't break free at all. He struggled with all his might. Song Yan's other hand also tightened its grip, choking him until he couldn't breathe.

"We can't just point guns at soldiers, can we?"

"Da Ya was a martyr after all..." said a villager with a gun.

Then he silently walked away with his gun on his back.

If there's one, then there are two, three...