```
At that moment, aside from the four hundred refugees who had followed the Seven-Person Team and knew what was going on, everyone else was in the dark, watching the menacing and bellowing Xuanwei Army herd the crowd with a look of utter bewilderment.
"I'll leave this to you."
Bai Junjun said to the Ninth Guard who seemed to recognize her, quickly untied the vines, and Old Uncle Qiu's family followed suit, the nine of them running onto the bridge without looking back after undoing the vines.
The young junior officer who saw his quarry slipping away right in front of his eyes couldn't agree to this.
But the refugees in front of him were still stupidly standing still as if intentionally hindering him.
Zhou Tao couldn't help but lash out with his Silver Spear, swinging it viciously at the people blocking his path, and the refugee closest to him was decapitated before he could react.
Upon witnessing this turn of events, the refugees finally realized what was happening.
