But Qin Qianluo knew that on this cruel battlefield, one should not be deceived by appearances.
Her face was ashen, and there was not a trace of hesitation in her eyes. With a swift movement, she brought down her knife, a flash of cold light, and instantly ended the lives of those women.
Blood gushed out, splattering onto Qin Qianluo's armor, adding to her chilling aura.
It wasn't that she was ruthless; in her eyes, these women were no different from those vicious soldiers.
On this battlefield where life and death hang in the balance, a moment of pity could bring utter destruction to one's own side, and one would surely regret it afterward.
The search operation continued, and Qin Qianluo arrived at the settlement of Japanese civilians.
The soldiers had already gathered the local people together. Some of the people's faces were filled with fear, and their bodies were trembling.
Some were filled with anger, their fists clenched, while others looked confused and at a loss.
Qin Qianluo looked at the crowd, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes. She understood that there was a distinction between good and evil everywhere, and one could not condemn an entire group based on a single example.
If we rashly kill these people in front of us, innocent people will surely die in vain.
Qin Qianluo slowly closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and calmed herself down.
He then opened his eyes, his voice as cold as ice: "Which family has a man who goes out to serve in the army, or a woman who enters the military camp?"
The thick night fog, carrying the lingering smell of gunpowder and blood from the battlefield, swept through the crowd like a surging tide, aided by the sea breeze.
This shrouded the entire scene in a strange and oppressive atmosphere.
Qin Qianluo's question was delivered in Japanese, each word clear and fluent, yet carrying a hint of coldness.
The sound echoed for a long time in this deathly silent space, like a sharp blade piercing straight into everyone's hearts.
The Japanese people below seemed to be frozen in place, first in a brief and eerie daze, and then they began to look at each other in fear.
In their eyes, unease and doubt churned like dark clouds.
They racked their brains trying to figure out Qin Qianluo's intentions, their foreheads beaded with sweat, but it was all in vain.
Qin Qianluo was like a god of death exuding a chilling aura, her presence possessing a terrifying and intimidating power.
Like an invisible yet unbreakable net, it tightly envelops everyone.
Under the suppression of this powerful force, everyone was like a lamb to the slaughter, not daring to have the slightest thought of resistance.
The silence was almost suffocating; even the sounds of people breathing heavily and slowly due to fear could be clearly heard.
A moment later, the crowd began to slowly surge. As if controlled by an invisible hand, they gradually split into two groups.
A group of people shrank back and forth, looking flustered, their eyes darting around, as if they were hiding a secret.
Some of them unconsciously lowered their heads, trying to avoid Qin Qianluo's sharp, hawk-like gaze, while others clenched their hands tightly, their knuckles turning white, their bodies trembling slightly like a sieve.
Another group of people huddled together, their eyes filled with confusion and helplessness.
They huddled together, trying to find some comfort in each other, their faces filled with fear of their unknown fate.
The women hugged their children tightly, tears welling in their eyes; the elderly sighed, clasped their hands together, and prayed silently.
Qin Qianluo's gaze was as cold as frost, her eyes revealing a chilling determination.
After a thorough inspection, Feng Qingyun confirmed with Qin Qianluo that the allocation was accurate.
Having received confirmation, Qin Qianluo's eyes showed no hesitation, and she exuded a chilling aura, like an iceberg that had never melted for millennia.
She parted her thin lips slightly and gave the order directly: "Kill all of these people!"
Her voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable authority, booming through the crowd like thunder and startling a flock of birds into flight.
The young officer accompanying him was startled, a look of astonishment flashed across his face, and his eyes widened in surprise.
His gaze shifted back and forth between Qin Qianluo's cold and aloof face and the seemingly powerless common people.
His Adam's apple bobbed violently, and his hands unconsciously gripped the knife handle tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force.
His inner sense of justice clashed fiercely with military orders, like a surging, turbulent wave constantly assaulting his reason.
Fine beads of sweat glistened on his forehead under the moonlight. After a long while, a resolute look flashed in his eyes.
He clenched his teeth, drew his sword from his waist with a clang, the blade reflecting the cold moonlight, exuding a chilling aura.
Immediately afterwards, he raised his arm and shouted, leading his soldiers to charge forward like hungry tigers pouncing on their prey.
The people awoke as if from a dream, their terrified screams instantly piercing the sky. The sounds were sharp and shrill, like sharp weapons stabbing straight into the heavens.
Startled, several birds perched on the branches fluttered their wings and flew away into the distance.
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