The plan was for the children to attack first, to throw the soldiers in chaos, then the women should follow. They were confident that the soldiers would not hurt the women. They have strong morals. Then they would come and beat the soldiers.
Even if they were subdued, they should be able to inflict some degree of injuries on the soldiers.
But what just happened? The women didn't seem to have injuries on them, how did they trip? His gaze landed on a young soldier, sitting cross-legged beside a basket of longan, leisurely plucking one up, peeling its skin, and popping the sweet flesh into his mouth. Then, with an almost lazy flick of his fingers, he sent the seed flying.
To the untrained eye, it looked like she was throwing them at random. But each flick was precise—every seed hit a knee, a shin, or an ankle just right, causing the unfortunate recipient to stumble and collapse.