The lead officer's face was full of coarse flesh, with his triangular eyes emanating fierce malice.
The torch in his hand roared in the night wind, illuminating the cold armor and gleaming weapons of the surrounding soldiers.
The chickens in the yard, frightened, flapped their wings and scattered in all directions.
Mrs. Pang trembled with fear and dared not move rashly.
The lead officer's gaze was sharp as a blade, and in a Central Plains accent, he coldly asked Mrs. Pang: "Are there any men in the house?" His voice was as chilling as shards of ice.
Mrs. Pang recognized the officer's face, her body suddenly jolting as she realized it was the same man who had taken her husband away previously.
Hope ignited briefly in her eyes, and she hurriedly stepped forward, asking anxiously:
"Sir, my husband was taken by you last time to fight in the Huye war. We've heard nothing from him since. Can you tell me, sir, when he will return?"
