In the eastern part of Ebidar city, a marketplace...
28-year-old Ren Liang, accompanied by two coworkers, was hugging the iron gate of the marketplace, listening to the noises outside.
The marketplace was sandwiched between the National Army and the militants, which made it impossible for them to retreat.
The two coworkers in their twenties, holding wooden sticks, looked at Ren Liang fearfully. Seeing him gesture, one of the skinny young men handed a wooden stick wrapped with a mirror to Ren Liang.
Ren Liang lay on the ground, extending the stick with the mirror underneath the gate to survey the situation on both sides.
The two workers nudged each other, and finally, the skinny young man asked, "Brother Liang, what's it like outside?"
As he spoke, the skinny young man turned his head and looked at the two local bodies with cracked skulls not far away, then fearfully said, "Brother Liang, there are dead people, what do we do? I, I didn't smash their heads."
