Jessica's eyes flickered, but she didn't move.
This is a prisoner-of-war camp, facing a group of prisoners who don't know when they will die, these people live with their heads tied to their waistbands, and for the food to sustain life, it is a desperate grab.
Newcomers, this is the target, the first meal, or do not fight better.
She sat in the corner and looked at Yin Sha.
Eastern women are small, Yin Sha is also a brainless, into the crowd to reach out, make the prisoner of war camp for a long time the old man is very unhappy, pushing and shoving, not a few times to squeeze her fell.
No one paid attention to Yin Sha who fell to the ground, and even in the crowd, someone stepped on her feet.
Yin Sha protected her head and screamed.
Jessica held her chin and saw Yin Sha lying on the ground among the figures of the women.
She tried desperately to get up, but always halfway up, she was pushed back again, someone stepped on her, causing her to cry and scream, very sad.
Until the crowd finally dispersed, Yin Sha had no energy to climb up from the ground, and added a few bruises, and the mouth was faintly bloodshot.
Trembling, she clasped her arms, looked in horror at the women around her who chewed their bread with blank faces, and sat back in the corner like frightened rabbits, with an expression of grievance and fear, biting her lips not to cry.
Finally know fear.
A POW camp, that's a tough place to be. But in a few minutes, it turned an arrogant and insolent woman into a frightened white rabbit.
Jessica touched her stomach. She felt a little hungry, too, but she was OK.
Yin Sha was really afraid, biting her lips did not dare to speak, and did not bother her again.
In silence, night soon fell.
The late autumn night was somewhat cool, and some of the ragged women shivered slightly.
The knight outside the door is on his last patrol.
The high wall was pierced by narrow Windows, through which the moonlight shone on the pale faces of the women.
Outside the cell was a long, dark corridor with torches hanging on the walls, but the end of the corridor was still hidden in darkness.
Around the corner stands a pot of carbon fire, in the autumn night, bringing the only trace of warmth.
The knights' eyes darted over, their fingers still on their swords at their waist.
This is a highly qualified army.
Jessica watched them silently, then suddenly heard someone in the cell, a gentle hum, as if wake up, lazy stretch.
In a prison camp, such relaxed voices were rare. Jessica immediately got a little wary.
The women all looked back.
A blonde woman sat up from the hay and yawned lazily.
The straw should have covered a whole cell, but now one man was sleeping under him, while the others slept against the wall or on the cold, hard ground.
This man's position in this cell is predictable.
Jessica noticed her as soon as she walked in, but the woman was sleeping in the back and didn't get a good look at her.
It was clear now -- a very dashing woman with large breasts... Her clothes couldn't hide the waves and her curves.
Jessica blinked her eyes.
A small woman nearby hurriedly brought bread and water to her. The others were silent.
And that seems to be the tacit consent of the people in this cell. The rations will be given to this woman unconditionally.
Jessica looked away.