Poor children, they could still struggle and wail at first, but later their blood dried up and their faces turned blue and white little by little, until they lost their lives in unspeakable pain.
However, even so, the strong men who slaughtered them would not let them go.
The bodies of the dead were still warm. The strong men skillfully sliced off the flesh piece by piece and piled them neatly in another large basin. If there was any blood flowing, they would collect it carefully.
The whole process was performed with such skill and mechanical ease, as if it had been performed thousands of times before, and it was as seamless as an assembly line.
After all the children were dealt with, the strong men chuckled twice and walked towards the other children in the cages.
The children shrank back into the cages desperately, screaming miserably, trying to escape their miserable fate.
But the strong men seemed to be extremely excited when they heard their screams. They grabbed a little girl of about five or six years old, held her feet and lifted her upside down, laughing and saying, "Look at the delicate skin and tender flesh of the little girl. After the blood is drained, the sliced meat can be roasted and eaten. It must be a delicacy."
"Mine is not bad either!" Another person grabbed a four-year-old boy by the collar, took off his clothes, and said after a sip of saliva, "Look at the tender skin and meat. If you use it to make soup, the meat must be fresh, tender and delicious."
The child held by the two men was so scared that he cried loudly and struggled non-stop, but in the hands of these strong men, he was like a chick struggling in the claws of an eagle. There was no possibility of escape.
The sturdy man who was holding the child laughed loudly, and seemed to find it particularly enjoyable to watch the child struggling and crying.
But suddenly, he felt a piercing pain in his calf, and then the little boy who was originally caught in the air by him was pulled back violently by someone.
The sturdy man lowered his head angrily and soon met a pair of ferocious eyes like those of a wolf cub.
It was a boy about ** years old, with ragged clothes and a face covered in dirt.
Just now, it was this boy who bit the strong man's calf, and then took advantage of the strong man's distraction to snatch the little boy back.
"You bastard, you are tired of living and you dare to bite me."
The sturdy man swung his big hand like a palm-leaf fan and slapped the boy hard in the face. With a loud slap, the boy was thrown into the cage, with blood oozing from the corners of his mouth.
However, there was no sign of retreat in his eyes that were wide open with anger, and he continued to glare at the burly man fiercely.
He also protected the three children behind him, looking fearless.
“Okay!” The sturdy man was completely enraged by his look and sneered, “Since you want to die, I will fulfill your wish and make you a dried corpse first.”
As he said that, he squatted down and pulled the little boy out violently.
The three children behind the boy cried and shouted "Brother" and desperately pulled the boy's clothes to prevent him from being taken away.
However, the strong man's strength was beyond their reach, and soon, the little boy was carried out like a chicken.
"You little brat, you'll soon know the consequences of offending me... Aa ...
A bloody five-finger scratch appeared on the sturdy man's face, and waves of burning pain came from his face.
The sturdy man's embarrassed look caused his companions to laugh, "Chen Laosi, you are really going backwards as you grow older. You can't even deal with a little bastard!" (To be continued)