Chapter 573: The Flame Of Vengeance
The city gates of Liuhe Base City
The corpses of men and women, young and old, were hanging beneath the city walls. Some wore school uniforms and were clearly students. They had been in the springtime of their youth. Yet, they had been slaughtered.
Exposed to the sun and wind, the bodies had begun to dry out and decay.
Xie Renyu's body was pierced through by barbed hooks, leaving him suspended among the corpses. His arms and legs were gone, and his hair disheveled and unkempt. He drifted in and out of consciousness.
When awake, he would gaze at Liuhe Base City. He had only lived in this small border town for two years, a fifteenth of his life. But he had given it everything, including his life, which was now slipping away.
A massive concentration camp had been built in the ruins. The rebels had herded over a hundred thousand residents of Liuhe there, where they were corralled like livestock.
Every day, white slave-trading teams came to select captives. Many young and strong individuals were forcibly taken away.
Cries and wails frequently pierced the skies as families were torn apart. Homes were destroyed and lives shattered. These scenes played out repeatedly. Any hint of resistance was met with ruthless beatings from the rebels. Some elderly individuals knelt on the ground, begging for their sons or daughters to be spared, only to have their heads cracked open by iron rods as they were left to die.
It became clear to everyone. The rebels did not see people as humans; they treated them no better than livestock.
Xie Renyu's eyes wept blood.
Why had such a calamity befallen the Great Xia realm, the land of Liuhe's people? Is Earth destined to succumb to a blood-soaked apocalypse?