They are not only detained by their five families. They should belong to the seriously rebellious families in the village, so they will be detained.
Their daughters were also taken into custody. Among them, the daughter of one family was dragged away by her brother. Baihe learned that the girl who was dragged away was wrapped in a row of bombs by her brother. He didn't know where to send it...
The girl's mother covered her face with her hands and cried "Woo", and the girl's father held his wife with his arms, his eyes red and tears streaming out.
They never thought that one day their son would personally send away his sister...
I don't know where I went, I don't need to know where I went, it's a place that can never come back... They know, they all know.
The mother covered her face and cried low, and two women kept comforting, and their daughters were also not by her side.
The crying mother was very helpless. She couldn't stop everything that happened. When she heard her raised son tie the bomb to her sister, her world collapsed at that moment.
She begged Allah to save her lost son, save her poor daughter, begging day and night, even if she gave her life.
"Allah will bless us, our children will have nothing to do, Allah will bless us."
Another couple who was also separated from their children kept comforting the mother who was crying to despair. They placed all their hopes in Allah, hoping that Allah would see their piety and be able to rescue them.
Zhique heard his fist clenched secretly to a "creak".
These grandchildren! These grandchildren! Wherever they go, they will bring nightmares. Although the injured in front of them are villagers of Kystan, the Weaver is also angry.
"Do good and stop evil" for fucking shit!
Obviously do evil, human nature is destroyed!
After such a big incident, did the Turkistan military fail to act? Didn't you send soldiers to deal with it
Weaver "snipped" the bloody mozi, and said fiercely with his jaw stretched: "Let's hold on here first, don't show your feet. Wait, grandson tortoise! See one and kill one!"
"It's a solution. Don't let them harm every country."
Baihe spoke softly, with the blue veins entrenched on the back of his hand as if he was about to break out of the skin, and it took him a lot of effort to resist the rampant anger in his heart.
Tevesya pointed at herself while speaking, and the blunt Mandarin popped out one by one, "They are all good, good... we, you, not good."
He held Weaver with both hands and made a gesture similar to blessing. Weaver was beaten to the corner of his mouth. He thought Weaver was the most injured.
Weaver looked at him and listened very carefully.
Tavisya, from the Chinese Keer tribe, made gestures hard, saying word by word: "We are going to run, back to Tianshan, and run. Hurry up, run tomorrow night, at night!"
Then referring to the villages in Kyrgyzstan, "they are locals in Kyrgyzstan, there will be nothing wrong with them, they are locked, there will be no danger. Without..."
Speaking of complication, the Tavisya kidnapped to Kyrgyzstan again used their language, and the villagers on the border of Kyrgyzstan nodded one after another.
That's right, that's right, they are all villagers here and nothing will happen. The Chinese people caught here are different. The Chinese people will be dragged out and sent to death. Like the daughter of a good neighbor, they will tie a bomb and leave the village to go to the big city.
Allah, please forgive the innocent Chinese.
Zhique and Baihe looked at each other, and Baihe asked softly, "Have you four planned to escape?"