After leaving my father and keeping my son, I built my own wealthy family, and my ex-husband's

After all, it's quite rare to see a fair-skinned, delicate-looking Asian person in such an environment.

But she didn't say anything. After looking away, she shouted loudly.

Over the past few days, Mingyun has been exposed to the local language and has been able to understand some simple local phrases.

That sentence means telling them to stand in a line.

All the women immediately complied.

Then, the female instructor had someone bring a basket from outside the tent, containing broken knives.

There were daggers, machetes, and even kitchen knives.

Each knife was covered in rust and chips, and stained with black blood.

The female instructor ordered all ten women in the tent to grab a handful.

Mingyun had a feeling that something bad was going to happen, but she could only follow orders and grabbed a relatively handy machete.

When everyone had chosen their weapon.

At the female instructor's command, two men dragged a half-dead man through the tent entrance and threw him in.

The half-dead man was wearing the combat uniform of a member of the Bero Star Armed Forces.

In other words, he was an enemy and prisoner of the Watchmen.

He was skin and bones, covered in deep, bone-revealing wounds, and his legs were broken.

If it weren't for his half-open eyes and rising and falling chest, he would look like a ravaged corpse.

Mingyun's ominous premonition was soon confirmed.

The female instructor, with a blank expression, ordered the ten women in front of her to use their knives to kill the enemy.

The requirement is that each person must cut at least three times.

A teenage girl was immediately terrified. She threw down the knife in her hand, crying, and kept talking to the female teacher.

Based on the part of the language she could understand and the little girl's state, Mingyun roughly understood that she was saying she didn't want to kill anyone and was begging the instructor not to make her do such a thing.

The female instructor slapped him across the face and cursed him viciously.

The gist of it is that this is our enemy; he has killed many of our people. If you don't kill him, you are betraying your own people.

The little girl said again, but he was clearly a member of the same clan as those in Sambello.

The female instructor stated that even if they were of the same race, once they joined the Star of Bero, they would become the most hateful and deserving enemies.

The little girl still refused to make a move.

The female instructor then punched and kicked her.

The other local women present were angry and fearful, but none of them dared to stop it.

"Stop!" Mingyun shouted and stepped forward to protect the little girl.

The female instructor narrowed her eyes, kicked Mingyun in the stomach, then snatched the knife from her hand, bent down and held it to her neck, rapidly babbling some words.

He even sprayed saliva all over Mingyun's face.

She spoke too quickly, and Mingyun didn't understand.

But from her ferocious expression and harsh tone, it was clear that it wasn't anything nice she was saying.

The little girl, who had just been protected by Mingyun, cried and clung to the female instructor's leg, pleading desperately.

A murderous glint appeared in the female instructor's eyes, and she swung her knife in a backhand strike!

Swish!

The little girl froze, a gash slashed open on her neck, blood gushing out!

The other women screamed in terror, some collapsed to the ground, and others turned and ran out of the tent.

The female instructor drew her pistol and fired several shots into the back of the fleeing woman!

Bang bang bang!

The woman also collapsed.

Mingyun hugged the little girl tightly, covering her neck while shouting, "Quick, get me a first-aid kit! Hurry!"

Her cries were undoubtedly futile in the face of despair.

The medical supplies here have run out, and no one can understand her, let alone help her.

Fresh blood kept gushing from the little girl's neck.

He spat out a spray of tea, which reddened her eyes.

The female instructor was aiming to kill; although the knife was damaged, it still precisely severed the little girl's carotid artery.

Let alone in this kind of environment.

Even in China, where medical standards are advanced, there was nothing that could be done to reverse the situation.

Less than half a minute.

The little girl convulsed violently a few times and then died.

A young life vanished before Mingyun's very eyes.

She was completely numb, her mind went blank.

This was the first time in her life that she had witnessed a living person die in her arms.

I witnessed one person being shot dead.

Two people who were alive and well just a moment ago!

Now they've become two corpses!

Even though I had heard from the team doctor that in the eyes of armed groups in such places, human life was the least valuable thing of all.

But when you witness such a scene with your own eyes...

The sense of powerlessness and fear almost shattered her soul.

"Why...why did this have to happen! Why!"

Mingyun looked up angrily at the female instructor and roared her question.

The female instructor slowly placed the blood-stained machete on Mingyun's shoulder, then gestured to the other eight women with her eyes.

The rest of the people were completely stunned.

Even though they were unwilling and afraid, they gripped their knives with both hands and surrounded the enemy prisoners on the ground.

Then, they closed their eyes and chopped down with all their might.

The prisoner let out a terrifying roar that Mingyun had never heard before in her life.

Hoarse, stern, more like a vengeful ghost than any ghost.

Soon, the roar turned into extremely weak panting.

The women who had killed people dropped their knives, curled up on the ground, and wept in huddle.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of blood...

The female instructor was very satisfied with their performance and even praised them a few times before turning her gaze to Mingyun.

He gestured to Mingyun with his eyes that she also had to go and slash a few times to kill that person completely.

Knowing that they couldn't understand Mandarin, Mingyun tried to explain her identity to the female instructor in English.

Hopefully, the other party will have some reservations.

Mingyun's English was fluent and standard. Worried that the female instructor wouldn't understand, she deliberately slowed down her speech for each word.

The female instructor simply watched her quietly.

"It's over... Even the most commonly used international language is incomprehensible to people..." Mingyun deflated, despair once again engulfing her heart.

"Now, your nationality and identity are useless." The female instructor suddenly blurted out a sentence in broken but still fluent Chinese.

Mingyun snapped out of her daze, her face full of surprise, "You speak our language?"

The female instructor said, "I used to study in your country."

Mingyun grasped at a straw and hurriedly said:

"In that case, please let us doctors go, okay? You studied in my motherland, so you must know what kind of people we are. Besides, we came here to help you with medical treatment. We want to go home... Please..."

"Your country is a very peaceful, powerful, and beautiful place." A hint of humanity finally appeared in the female instructor's eyes, and envy and longing rose on her face.

Seizing the opportunity, Mingyun quickly said, "As long as you let us go, I will do everything I can to provide you with medical assistance after I return to China."

Since the other party was born in such a harsh place but still had the opportunity to study abroad, they are definitely easier to communicate with.

Perhaps it's possible to persuade the other party.

"Thank you." The female instructor smiled slightly.

Before Mingyun could even catch her breath, the female instructor's smile vanished, replaced by a cold expression, and she said, word by word:

"I can't wait until you return home to provide assistance. We have no tomorrow, only now. If we lose this decisive battle, my hometown of Sambello will be occupied by the enemy. We must spare no effort and use all available people. To use a proverb from your country, it's called 'fighting with our backs to the river.'"

"Now, you must pick up the knife and kill that person, or I will kill you."