บท 615: Happy Child

"Let's go! Everyone quickly finds a place to hide. The enemy is right in front of us. When they come, we will catch them off guard!"

A fair and tender child who was not even as tall as an adult's legs was standing on the tallest haystack. He was wearing a pair of short-sleeved shorts. A fair and chubby little hand was raised high up. The words he spoke were young and full of vigor.

This person was a one-and-a-half-year-old Xiao Tong. He stood on the tall haystack with the bearing of a great general.

Under the haystack stood some four-or five-year-old children. Their tender faces were drenched in sweat, and their faces were red from the sun. Their clothes were stained with dirt from playing, and their clothes and hair were a little messy.

However, they didn't care about this. They were playing very happily.

At this moment, their eyes were bright as they looked at the child on the haystack. There was even a look of worship in their eyes.