The incident was happening in the minefield in the forest nearest to Tonlé Sap Lake. Dali and several of his people had escorted Aqib there and, before that, they had kidnapped the children in the nearby village. Just as Feng Ling said, there were eight children, and one had already passed away.
When the explosion resounded, the seven small little children had watched in fright and confusion as their little friend was suddenly sent flying in the air from the force of the blow. His blood had splattered everywhere, and like a little burnt, black log, he had fallen back onto the ground.
He was their friend that had grown up with them, and several days ago they were all still giggling and playing together, but right now he was laying in the charred, flaming piece of land. His body was blackened, bleeding, and unmoving…
