He blinked his big black eyes, looked around curiously, and then saw his parents who were standing in a daze.
I saw that my parents’ faces were pale, with beads of sweat on their foreheads. They were looking into the distance with empty eyes, as if they had lost their souls.
The child frowned in confusion, pouted his lips slightly, and asked in a baby voice, "Dad, Mom, what's wrong with you? Why don't you say anything?"
When the child's mother heard this, she was so scared that her heart almost jumped into her throat.
She hurriedly reached out her hand and covered the child's mouth with her hand. Her movements were quick and urgent, for fear that the child would say another word.
At the same time, she put her index finger to her lips, making a "hush" gesture. Her eyes were filled with tension and worry, and she said in a low voice, "Hush, don't make any noise, Bao'er. There are bad guys down the mountain. They're very fierce. If they hear you and catch you, you'll never see your parents again."
Although the child was still young and didn't quite understand what terrible thing had happened, he could feel the seriousness of the matter from his mother's nervous expression and low voice.
So, after listening to his mother's words, the little guy nodded silently, then buried his head obediently in his mother's arms, closed his mouth tightly, and dared not speak anymore.
His small body trembled slightly in his mother's arms, as if he was also infected by the atmosphere of fear around him.
The other adults around them, upon hearing the whispered conversation between the mother and son, also came to their senses and pricked up their ears even more nervously, keeping a vigilant eye on the movements below the mountain, fearing that the terrifying team of soldiers would suddenly turn back and discover them hiding there.
Time passed slowly in the tense atmosphere. After about an incense stick's time, the surroundings were quiet. It seemed that the aggressive group of people would never come back.
But everyone was still frightened and very cautious. They first pricked up their ears and listened for a long time. After making sure there was no movement, they dared to breathe slowly and deeply.
However, even so, no one dared to speak, as if any sound would bring about another terrible disaster.
The village chief raised his head and looked at the sky worriedly. At this time, night had gradually enveloped the earth and the surrounding scenery became blurred.
Looking at the folks around him, each of their faces was filled with fear. Some had beads of sweat on their foreheads, and their bodies were shaking slightly uncontrollably.
The village chief knew that everyone had been frightened and walked a long way, and was really exhausted. If they continued on their journey, few people would be able to hold on.
So, the village chief cleared his throat and said in a low voice, "Fellow villagers, let's rest here tonight. Everyone, please be alert and don't make too much noise. If those people are still nearby and hear us, it will be bad for us.
Also, don't light this fire. Just make do with some dry food. If there's any fireworks, it'll be too easy to be discovered. Let's just make do with it for now. Once we get through this night, we can continue our journey tomorrow morning. It will be safer then."
After hearing what the village chief said, everyone looked at each other, the fear and fatigue in their eyes were clearly visible, and then they all nodded silently.
There were a few young and strong guys who wanted to do as the village chief said and quickly stand up and look around to prepare a place to rest for the night. However, as soon as they tried to exert force, they found that their legs were weak and they had no strength at all, so they couldn't stand up.
They gritted their teeth and tried to struggle a few more times, but their legs felt like they were made of cotton. Just as they managed to stand up a little, they collapsed back to where they were with a plop. They almost made a loud noise because of the stagger, and they were so scared that they broke out in a cold sweat.
When the people nearby saw this situation, they wanted to lend a hand, but they were so weak that they could only worry.
Just like that, everyone squatted there helplessly for a long time, rubbing their uncontrollable legs and moving their bodies carefully, trying to slowly restore some strength to their weak legs.
After a long time, they finally felt some strength in their legs, and they stood up shakily. Supporting each other, they began to look around quietly, trying to find a relatively secluded and safe place to spend the night.
On a quiet night, Yao Qingshuang lay quietly on the bed, looking up at the starry night sky above her head.
The stars are like bright gems, inlaid in the vast sky, shining with mysterious and cold light, as if overlooking the joys and sorrows of this world, but revealing a sense of alienation as if they are out of the picture.
At this time, Yao Qingshuang's heart could not calm down.
In the 21st century, the soldiers in green uniforms are the people she admires most from the bottom of her heart.
They have a will of steel and always stick to their duties. No matter what difficulties and obstacles they face, they will unhesitatingly protect the country and the people.
They are strictly disciplined and uphold the noble virtue of not taking a single needle or thread from the masses. They use their blood and bodies to build an indestructible line of defense for the people. They are the most lovely people in everyone's mouths, heroes in peacetime, and existence worthy of everyone's praise.
But look at the Great Yan Dynasty we are in today. In this chaotic world, everything has become so cruel and unbearable.
Those soldiers who were supposed to defend their country seemed to have become the embodiment of the devil, burning, killing, looting and committing all kinds of evil.
They wantonly trampled on the dignity of the people, plundered their limited property, and even cruelly took away innocent lives, leaving countless families torn apart and plunging these already struggling refugees into endless fear and despair.
Although Yao Qingshuang herself had mustered up the courage and rushed forward fearlessly to fight the bandits to the death, she thought she was brave enough to protect peace in this chaotic world.
But when she witnessed with her own eyes the soldiers' frantic slaughter of unarmed refugees, she felt as if her heart had been hit by a huge rock. A feeling of sadness instantly surged in her heart, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.
She recalled the cruel and bloody scene and couldn't help but sigh in her heart. This was the ancient times. In this world of power changes and frequent wars, the lives of ordinary people were like grass, humble and fragile, trampled upon by others, and had no power to fight back.
They can only struggle in this endless darkness, praying that the distant day of peace will come soon.
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