However, upon Li Wenli's words, they immediately became tense.
"Will that young officer really come looking for us?"
"He will," Li Wenli answered with certainty.
"Then what shall we do?" Old Uncle Qiu's sweat beads began to form.
"Why don't we sleep near the bridgehead tonight and cross the bridge first thing in the morning?" another uncle spoke up.
"Hmph, as if you're the only one with that idea? The bridgehead is already full of people; even if we manage to squeeze in, there's no place to set foot."
"What else can we do then?"
Every uncle's face was filled with worry.
Li Wenli spoke up at the right moment, "There's no need to panic so much. We've already blended in with the refugees; it's not certain they'll recognize us. Taking a chance might offer some hope."
"What if we are recognized?" The group, accustomed to the harsh ways of the world, were rather pessimistic.
"Uh…" Li Wenli hesitated slightly before speaking.
