In the darkness, Wu Ying led Chen Guangming, Yin Jiyue and the others, using the shadows as cover, silently climbing up Yang Baoshan.
The mountaintop was ablaze with light, loud shouts and laughter ringing out, mixed with the wails and cries of women.
Wu Ying looked down toward the camp at the foot of the mountain and saw several brawny men wantonly molesting two young girls.
Beside the bonfire, a few other men had been tied up.
One of them had even been beheaded, blood splattering over the white snow and already congealing into dark clots.
The men beside him were roaring in fury, but their mouths had been stuffed, so only resentful, hateful whimpers could squeeze out from their throats.
One of them struggled, trying to rush over and stop those bastards from playing with the girls, but a burly man behind him kicked him hard to the ground.
