"Ma'am, that is my pastry," Shen Tang said patiently.,Shen Tang frowned, able only to distract herself from the pangs of hunger by focusing on something else. Within her field of vision, a prisoner was eating too quickly, and because the flatbread was dry, he choked. He kept pounding his chest in an attempt to dislodge the bread stuck in his throat, his face gradually turning blue.,Those ten or so young and strong men, all in uniform, urged the prisoners forward while kicking and shoving those who were slow to react. If they still didn't get up after being kicked and shoved, they would be whipped immediately. The force was immense; each lash left a blood-soaked, finger-width wound that was horrifying to behold.。