"Ha, you look down on me?" Li Hongling sneered, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes. "Do you think I want these children to be involved in this conflict? Do you think I want them to face a hail of bullets? But reality is cruel. If we don't fight back, these children will only become food for those demons! I'm doing this to protect them, to give them hope of survival!"

Her words trembled slightly, a subtle tremor reflecting her inner helplessness and struggle against reality.

"You're not allowed to slander our Sister Hongling!" A slightly older child rushed forward angrily, his little fists clenched, his tender face full of determination and unyielding spirit.

"You have no idea what we've been through!" The children's voices were small, but full of strength. "Those bad people killed everyone in the city who opposed them. My mom, dad, uncles, grandpa, and grandma—they're all dead! Sister Hongling had to take up arms and lead us in resistance to protect us, to keep us from being harmed, and to give us food and shelter. She's a hero to all of us, not someone you can slander at will!"

"If it weren't for saving us, Sister Hongling's hand wouldn't be here..."

"Xiao Dong!" Li Hongling's expression suddenly changed drastically, and she stopped the child.

Seeing Li Hongling's flustered expression, and considering her previous stiff arm movements, Chen Yu frowned and asked, "Your hand?"

Seeing that Chen Yu had seen through her, Li Hongling took a deep breath and stopped hiding it. She raised her arms, and her two wide sleeves slid down.

Two "prosthetic limbs" were exposed, which we can call "prosthetic limbs" for now, but they were actually just two pieces of wood.