Rebirth of the Evil Stepmother and the Four Villainous Children

The two paused. How could they be lax? The patrol team was as strong as the patrol team in a military camp. How strict were the patrols in the past?

Xiaolan continued.

"I can't go out, so I don't know what's going on out there."

Zhou Rongrong looked at the boss who was still sleeping like a dead pig, removed his jaw, fed him an antidote, and poured a bowl of cold water on his face, and the man woke up.

The man woke up with a confused look on his face. Dozens of people surrounded him and looked at him. Suddenly, all the sleepiness was awakened.

You, you ...

Zhao Daxiong began to become dazed. No matter how tough a guy you are, this kind of mental attack drug will make you refuse to answer whatever I want to ask you.

After some back and forth, everyone now knows that the defense of Zhaojia Village is the weakest during lunch time, and there are actually only a few families around the village who pass on the news, about a dozen in total. Many people still live honestly by farming, and not everyone is Zhao Daxiong's spies.

In this case, Du Wen personally led his men to sneak into the village and control the people before dawn.

Soon, scouts came to report that the situation was under control. It was still early, so Zhou Rongrong started asking questions and finally found out that there was a huge secret hidden in this village.

Another important reason why this village has been able to exist for so long is that it has someone above it. This person is the prefect of the Northland, and this has played into Xie Wuyou's hands.

The most annoying people are those who collude with officials and bandits. Xie Wuyou's eyes were cold and he suppressed his anger, just waiting for the time to come and rush in to kill them.

No one will be spared and all will be thrown into hard labor camps to do hard labor. Naturally, the first few will be killed as an example to others.

As the sun rose, Xie Wuyou gave an order and the army of two thousand people marched forward with great momentum. These people had all seen bloodshed, and when they entered the village, no one dared to stop them. The sound of horse hooves rumbled so loudly that it seemed as if the mountains were shaking.

Du Wen arranged for a dozen people to report the incident and hurriedly followed. The army headed straight for Zhaojia Village.

The people on the lookout had already seen it, but it was too late. They beat the drum on the lookout hard, and Xie Wuyou took the arrow handed over by Du Wen.

He drew the bow and drew the arrow in one go. The rustling sound of the arrow cut through the sky and swept towards the man on the observation deck. In a flash, the man fell down.

The two thousand people were divided into two groups, and one thousand of them surrounded Zhaojia Village directly, making it impossible for anyone to get out. Anyone who dared to come out, including the elderly, the weak, women and children, would be killed.

The remaining one thousand people rushed in directly. In the morning, these people found that the boss was missing. Now the army was attacking forcefully, and they were in chaos, like a headless fly.

It was easier to arrest people when there was chaos. The pirates who had been there for ten years were all arrested in two hours. These people were experienced and thought it was just a show by the government, so they hardly put up any resistance.

Seeing Xie Wuyou's indifferent look, he became furious. He called Xiaolan to identify a few people who had killed people and then chopped them up on the spot.

Their heads were spinning and blood was all over the ground. These people became frightened and began to beg for mercy. Suddenly there was a chorus of crying and shouting, and some women and children kowtowed continuously.

Zhou Rongrong had studied the laws of the Great Zhou Dynasty. If a family member committed a crime, they could be given a break if the family member had never enjoyed wealth or power. But the current situation clearly showed that these people had enjoyed it.

No matter how you look at it, they can't escape jail. There's no sympathy for these people. Just look at what they're wearing, all in silk and satin, and they're all fat and strong.

After keeping an eye on the people, they began to search Zhaojia Village one by one. Although the village looked ordinary on the surface, the search was really shocking, not to mention the secret room, tunnel, and cells in Zhao Daxiong's yard.

Every household in the village had a secret room where they stored the things they had looted, and all kinds of silks and satins were spread all over the floor.

"General, Miss Zhou, do you want to go and take a look?"

Du Wen looked embarrassed. The two followed Du Wen into Zhao Daxiong's yard, entered through a passage inside a rockery, and walked down.

It was a long and narrow corridor with a few oil lamps lit on both sides of the wall. In the dim light, one could only see the steps extending downwards one by one.

Xie Wuyou naturally took Zhou Rongrong's hand and led her down step by step. After walking for about half a cup of tea, they had already reached a very deep passage.

Even the words spoken in the dungeon echoed. Finally, I walked down the corridor, and what came into view was a huge cave that looked like a cave. There was an open space in the middle of the cave, and there were cages made of iron bars all around, all separated by each other.

The dungeon was filled with darkness and cold, without a single ray of sunlight entering. The only source of light was a torch on the wall and the corridor they had just passed through.

In this semi-dark environment, it was difficult for people to see clearly. Fortunately, the torches in the hands of the guarding soldiers allowed them to see clearly the people imprisoned in the dungeon.

They are people, all people. To be precise, these people cannot be called people. Their tattered clothes can barely cover their bodies and can only cover their private parts. In the dark and damp dungeon, their skin has begun to fester and fester.

These people included both men and women, but more were women and children. The children were locked up together, and when they saw them, they huddled together, trembling and not daring to speak.

At first glance, the youngest looked no more than three or four years old, and the oldest looked to be in his early ten years old. The older child was very brave, and even though he was afraid, he still protected his younger brothers and sisters behind him and looked at them vigilantly.

These children were all very skinny, yet they didn't have any complete clothes to wear in such a damp dungeon. Some of them had their legs exposed, or they were covered with sacks. Some of the little girls, perhaps to weigh them down, didn't even have pants.

Wrapped in sacks, the children huddled there in a skinny group. There was not a single good spot on their bodies, and all the exposed skin was bruised and purple.

Zhou Rongrong could even see that several children's joints were abnormally twisted. It was so scary that it was no exaggeration to say that it was hell on earth.

As for the women, there were mostly young girls, and their clothes could not even be called clothes. The soldiers did not dare to go there. They turned around and did not dare to even look at these poor women.

Among them was a woman whose beautiful face could be seen even in the light of the torch, but it was this beauty that became her shackles.

Originally, she had a happy family, with loving parents and a very promising brother. She was a doted girl at home. On the day her brother came of age, the younger sister went to the street to buy gifts and was knocked unconscious while passing through an alley.

She woke up here. Now she is sixteen years old, crazy and stupid. There is no light in her eyes anymore. For a bite of food, she will open her legs when she sees a man coming.