Chapter 295 There are still living Chinese people
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Tang Yue looked at the people before her, a bitter feeling welling up in her heart. They were emaciated, their ribs clearly visible, as if a thin layer of skin was wrapped around their skeletons, and each rib seemed to be about to penetrate the shriveled skin.
Their faces had prominent cheekbones and sunken eyes, their expressions hollow and hopeless, as if their souls had been taken away. Their hair was greasy and tangled, sticking to their scalps in strands, and emitting a disgusting odor.
Their clothes were tattered, barely covering their bodies. Some were covered in patches of varying sizes, a chaotic jumble of colors and materials; others were torn to shreds, fluttering in the wind from the kicked-down door.
What's more, some people were only wrapped in a piece of rag, barely covering their vital parts. Their skin was covered with scars, new and old, with whip marks and swollen marks that were shocking;
There were traces of burns from branding irons, the skin was charred black, and there were signs of ulceration at the edges; there were also bruises from being beaten with fists, large patches of which were scattered all over the body, with different shades of color, from purple to dark black, like a tragic map.
In a corner, Tang Yue saw a young man whose legs were twisted and deformed. It was obvious that he had been brutally beaten and did not receive timely treatment. He could only curl up in a weird posture.
His hands were covered in wounds and calluses, and the cracks between his nails were filled with black dirt, the marks left by long-term labor in harsh environments. His eyes were filled with fear and confusion. When Tang Yue's eyes met his, he subconsciously shrank back, as if afraid of being hurt.
Tang Yue's eyes were slightly red, her fists were clenched, her nails dug deep into her palms, and the anger in her heart was like a raging fire, burning more and more fiercely.
These Chinese people suffered such inhuman torture in this foreign land. Their experience made Tang Yue feel extremely sad and angry. She secretly vowed to bring these people back to China safely, let them regain their freedom, and make those who hurt them pay a heavy price.
Tang Yue suppressed her inner grief and anger and said softly, "Don't be afraid, everyone. I'm Chinese and I'm here to take you home."
Her voice was soft and gentle, but it was like a ray of light in the darkness, and it seeped into the hearts of everyone present with a touch of warmth.
Hearing Tang Yue's words, everyone was stunned at first, as if they couldn't believe their ears. How many years had it been? How many years had it been? They had already lost count of the number of years they had been here.
They had dreamed of such a scene countless times, but it had never appeared in reality. Could it be that this time was also a dream?
After a long while, tears welled up in the eyes of a gray-haired old man. His lips trembled and he asked in a sobbing voice, "Little girl, are you Chinese? Are you really from China? Can we...can we still go home?"
His face was full of sadness, but a glimmer of hope ignited in his eyes, which was a deep attachment to his hometown.
Tang Yue suppressed her sobs and nodded solemnly, looking at everyone with a firm gaze: "Yes, I am Chinese, just like everyone else. If I can, I will definitely take everyone home."
After Tang Yue finished speaking, the whole room was silent. No one made a sound. They seemed to be afraid that they were dreaming and the dream would be ruined if they made any noise.
Someone's sob broke the silence in the room, and then there were loud cries one after another. At this moment, they forgot the warnings of the Japanese and their current identities. They just wanted to vent.
To vent their pain and torture over the years, as well as the helpless struggle when their endless hopes were destroyed.
Tang Yue's heart ached. She didn't know how to comfort these people. However, she knew that she would definitely help them get revenge.
For the sake of her country, she must first destroy the Miyazaki family and make sure that the Heike family will never see the light of day again. Why should the internal fighting in Japan cause the innocent Chinese to suffer?
No! They must pay a heavy price!
Tang Yue calmed herself down and said, "Can you tell me first what is going on? How did you get here?" Perhaps this was not the best time to ask these questions, but Tang Yue didn't want to waste too much time. It was not easy to get rid of these people.
At this time, a young man gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with hatred, and said, "We were all deceived by them. They said there are high-paying jobs here, you can make a lot of money, and they also provide food and accommodation. We believed them and followed them here.
But we didn't expect that we would be controlled by them as soon as we arrived here. Most of us were picked up by their fishing boats, and now we can't run away even if we want to.
What's more, the defense here is very tight. They say that no one can escape from this underground world except by death."
His fists were clenched so tightly that the knuckles turned white from the force, and the anger on his face was like a burning flame.
A middle-aged woman nearby also cried, "Yes, they force us to work in the mines every day. We are woken up before dawn and work until dark. If we are even slightly slow, they will beat and scold us."
The food was dirty and scarce, the living quarters were crowded and damp, and many people were sick, but no medical treatment was given.”
As she spoke, she wiped her tears with her bony hands, her voice full of pain and helplessness.
Tang Yue's eyes were emotionless, only her clenched fists betrayed her anger. She asked, "They tortured you so recklessly, don't you know how to resist?"
An injured man smiled bitterly and said, "Resistance? There have been some. But no one has ever succeeded. All those who resisted became ghosts in the morgue."
He seemed to be in better spirits when he said this. There was urgency in his eyes. "Little girl, can you go to the morgue and take a look? They, they..."
The man trailed off, and Tang Yue understood what she meant. She nodded, "I've already been there. They're all dead. I've already collected their ashes. When I return to China, I'll find a good place for them to rest."
Everyone looked at each other, some of them not believing what the little girl said. How could that be possible? They had heard from the Miyazaki family that the smell in the morgue was unbearable. Who could get in?
Moreover, there were so many corpses inside that they could only shed tears silently. They couldn't remember how many of their companions had gone there. The man who had just spoken was obviously unconvinced.
"This is the Miyazaki family's territory. They have absolute control over everything here. Little girl, we don't know how you got here, but you'd better leave quickly.
If you are truly Chinese...
"Oh, forget it, you're still young, leave now. We've already accepted our fate and can't let a child like you get in trouble. We're like their slaves, at their mercy. You're different, leave now."
His eyes were filled with despair, and his body was trembling slightly from the pain. However, at this moment, he was still kind and still considered Tang Yue.
Tang Yue could see that these people didn't believe her, but she didn't want to explain too much. They had experienced too many disappointments. Now, perhaps only by standing on the land of China, would they truly believe that they were saved.
Tang Yue's heart surged with anger, but this was not a place for her to vent, so she could only suppress it secretly. She looked at these tortured Chinese people and said firmly:
"Don't worry, everyone. Now that I'm here, I won't let you suffer anymore. I will definitely take you away from here and back to the embrace of the motherland." Her voice was firm and powerful, echoing in the room like a huge bell, bringing endless courage and hope to everyone.
After hearing Tang Yue's words, everyone was initially skeptical. They had stayed in this dark place for too long, suffered too much, and had long since become unfamiliar with hope.
In their hearts, this foreign land seems like a cage from which they can never escape, and the desire to return home is like an unreachable star that can only flash in their dreams.
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