Her eyes were empty and blurry. She seemed to have gotten used to this kind of darkness and despair, and had lost too much hope in life.

"Grandma, you have to live."

A woman who had been tortured relatively lightly looked at the old woman in front of her with fatigue and pain on her face, tears flashing in her eyes.

She knew the old woman's condition was the most serious and her body had reached its limit. She gently held the old woman's hand and said in a gentle but firm tone: "Grandma, you must hold on! Wang Da is still outside. He is your most filial son. He will definitely find a way to rescue us. As long as we have a breath, there is hope."

However, the old woman shook her head slightly, her eyes revealing despair and determination.

Her voice was as weak as a candle flame that was about to go out, and it was filled with deep helplessness and indignation: "I have lived enough. I will never be preyed upon by those people... They treat us like livestock. I would rather die than suffer such torture again."

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"Sir, I didn't find it..."

"Go find Wang Da, he must know something."

Everyone started to move, looking for Wang Da everywhere. Soon, they found their target. Wang Da was a living person, so it was much easier to find him than hiding other people. After a few minutes, Wang Da was brought here.

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...

"Don't be afraid, we are the Qin army. These foreigners are all dead. There should be villagers who are still imprisoned in the village. You take us to rescue them." Prince Fusu said in a gentle tone.

Hearing this, Wang Da's heart moved and was filled with hope.

He took two steps forward excitedly, but due to his weak body, he fell to the ground. He struggled to speak, but could only make a sound of "Ahhh..."

"It's okay. If you know the place, just go there and we will follow you." Fusu understood Wang Da's current situation and comforted him softly.

Wang Da nodded gratefully, climbed up with difficulty, and limped to lead Qin Jun towards the cellar.

Finally, they came to the entrance of the cellar.

"Sir, I found it!"

Under Wang Da's guidance, Liu Zhi came to a cellar.

With the sound of a heavy wooden door being pushed open, a beam of strong light shone in from the entrance of the cellar.

The Qin soldiers, armed with torches and weapons, broke into the cellar where innocent villagers were imprisoned like heavenly soldiers and generals.

“The villagers then realized that the people coming were not foreigners, but were wearing the uniforms of the Qin army.”

As the torches got closer, the Qin army could see clearly that the place was full of old people and children, as well as some women who had been tortured beyond recognition.

"This, this, this..." Liu Zhi, the veteran border guard, instantly had tears in his eyes.

He had been guarding the border for many years, and he had heard that the foreign nobles had suddenly started to eat Qin people. At first, it was just the children who were sold, and later, men, women, and children...

No matter what their lives were like, the nobles had always lived well. If those foreign nobles wanted to eat, there would naturally be countless people who would use various means to deliver food to them.

They commit all kinds of evil, including burning, killing, looting and human trafficking!

They also want to control it, but those alien races always find various ways to do business in secret.

Fortunately, after the construction of the Great Wall, foreign races were blocked outside and this phenomenon has improved a lot.

"Don't be afraid, everyone. We, the Qin army, are here to rescue you!" Prince Fusu's voice echoed in the cellar, his tone full of warmth and strength.

These words were like a spring breeze blowing through the cellar, gradually calming the originally nervous and frightened people.

They raised their heads and their eyes fell on this mysterious and majestic man.

Prince Fusu stood at the entrance, the firelight shining on his face, illuminating his rich and handsome features.

His eyes are as bright as stars, deep and firm; his nose is straight and his lips are slightly upturned, revealing a kind of determination and confidence. His face is well-defined and has beautiful lines, exuding a unique charm.

He is tall and straight, with broad shoulders, giving people a sense of stability and reliability.

As he glanced at everyone, there was no trace of arrogance or contempt in his eyes, only deep sympathy and understanding.

In this dark cellar, Prince Fusu appeared like a god.

The villagers looked at this godly man in disbelief, and an inexplicable shock surged in their hearts.

They supported each other and stood up, tears glistening in their eyes, which showed the joy and gratitude for surviving the disaster.

Prince Fusu watched over the soldiers who rescued them, and personally stepped forward to help up an elderly man, "Old man, are you okay?"

The old man looked at him excitedly, his voice trembling: "My lord, are you Prince Fusu?"

Prince Fusu was a little surprised. He didn't expect to be recognized. He asked gently, "Do you know me?"

"I am not talented. I went to Xianyang City for study and met you when Master Chun was giving lectures on classics."

Prince Fusu smiled lightly, helped the old man sit down to rest, and said affectionately: "I see, I didn't expect to meet an old friend here."

The old man was filled with emotion: "God is watching over us! If we hadn't met you today, we would have been hard-pressed to survive."

Prince Fusu spoke to comfort him: "Don't worry, old man, everything will be fine."

When the first ray of sunlight fell on the village, the villagers had returned to their original houses, huddled together, crying or laughing.

Although the snow had stopped, the roads were difficult to travel on, so Prince Fusu had to stay in the village temporarily.

Early the next morning.

The villagers surrounded Prince Fusu and expressed their gratitude with tears of gratitude.

"Sir! You are truly our savior!" a middle-aged man said excitedly, "We thought we would never get out of this life, but we never expected that we could see the light of day again!"

"Prince Fusu is so benevolent and righteous! We will never forget him!" another villager shouted excitedly.

Prince Fusu looked at them with a smile, his eyes full of warmth and care: "You are welcome. As a prince of the Qin Dynasty, I naturally have the responsibility to protect the safety of the people. My greatest wish is that you are safe and sound."

"No, the one we should thank the most is Master Fusu!"

"Yes! We must erect a monument and build a temple for Prince Fusu! We must always remember his kindness!" another villager shouted excitedly.

Prince Fusu looked at them with a smile, his heart filled with relief and emotion.

Although these villagers have experienced countless hardships and tortures, their hearts are still full of hope for life.

This is what he has been pursuing all along.

He was determined to unify the ethnic minorities and integrate them into the Qin Dynasty, so that the people of the Qin Dynasty could live and work in peace and contentment, no longer be displaced, suffer from the pain of war, and become food for others.

Prince Fusu made up his mind secretly in his heart.

The heavy snow melted the next day, and Prince Fusu continued on his journey with his army towards Xianyang City.