They dared not stop on the road, because if they stopped, they would have to set up a pot and cook, and with so many refugees watching, they dared not eat so openly.

Even when eating dry rations, you have to block the view around you.

If you keep going like this, even those who are physically strong will find it hard to keep up.

For nearly ten hours, we walked dozens of miles, but there was nothing in front of or behind us.

The livestock stopped to graze on the road, and Song Ning sat down to rest as well.

The Guo family members also stopped to give the child some water.

Song Ning glanced up and saw a family in front of her. Several refugees were standing in front of them. The family was holding bread, and a little girl was leaning over to them.

Song Ning frowned, ignoring the pain in her foot, and immediately ran over to stop him: "You can't give it to me."

A refugee nearby pleaded, "Please, my child is starving to death, please save us..."

"Grandma, please, my mother is dying, please give me some food... I'll kowtow to you." He then knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly.

Song Ning did not soften her stance: "I cannot give it to you."

No sooner had she finished speaking than someone suddenly shoved her from behind, causing her to fall flat on her face.

Song Ning cursed inwardly.

"You're such a heartless girl."

Then, the old lady tore off half a piece of bread and handed it to the little girl.

Because of this half-piece of bread, the line was immediately broken up, and the refugees on the side saw the food and immediately tried to grab it.

The scene suddenly became chaotic.

"This is mine!"

"That's for my mother, please."

"Dry rations, my dry rations!"

The wailing continued, and the old woman was dumbfounded. All the food in her hands had been taken away, and she couldn't even keep the water bag next to her.

Those people climbed directly onto the car to rob it, and the family couldn't stop them at all.

Seeing that more and more people were grabbing the weapon, Song Ning immediately ran back and shouted, then took out his long stick.

When the men saw Song Ning take out his weapon, they grabbed their weapons and started smashing them over the heads of the people in front and behind.

The two village chiefs also rushed over at this time, and together with everyone else, they raised the sticks in their hands.

With dozens of households and several hundred people, they quickly overwhelmed the refugees who tried to rob them.

They showed no mercy, striking brutally each time, wielding sticks and punching and kicking with resounding clangs.

Later, those people knelt down, and only then did they stop.

The refugees were beaten until their heads bled, and their cries of agony filled the air.

Faced with such a scene, they could no longer bring themselves to do it.

It's not that they're heartless; it's just that they're barely able to protect themselves.

The little girl who had begged the old lady for half a piece of bread was crying with tears streaming down her face. Her mother, who had long since passed away, was still trying to stuff the half-eaten bread into the woman's mouth.

"Mom, we have food now, eat up, eat up..."

Many of the refugees who had just managed to grab some food were now ignoring their injuries and getting up to give the food to their families.

But some people will never be able to eat it again.

No one dared to let their guard down, and they kept their sticks in hand, keeping a close eye on their surroundings.

Those people dared not step forward again, and instead knelt down, begging them for some food.

But they were also refugees, and with limited food supplies, they were already doing well to survive.

Although Song Ning had plenty of food in her space, she didn't want to cause trouble for herself.

She felt bad too. These people weren't bad people, but in this kind of world, you always have to go through countless tragedies, and only the lucky ones survive.

Zhou Cheng and Luo Wenxin couldn't bear to watch any longer, so they returned to the front of the group and shouted, "Let's keep going!"

The meaning is clear: no.

After what just happened, the surrounding refugees dared not approach again; these people really would kill them.

The group began their journey, and many people looked at the old woman with resentment, making her feel ashamed.

The old lady from the Guo family glared at her and scolded, "At your age, you're just causing trouble."

The old woman knew she was in the wrong, so she didn't dare to say anything.

The procession didn't stop until the mules and cows started to protest, at which point they decided to take a break.

The refugees who had been traveling during the day couldn't keep up with their pace, and many had already been left behind.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they heard that they were going to stop and rest.

As soon as the group stopped, someone came up and called Song Ning away.

As soon as I got there, I saw several people gathered together, seemingly discussing something.

“Er Ya is here, perfect timing. We were just about to tell everyone what happened today. Er Ya can talk, so let Er Ya speak,” the village chief said with a smile.

Song Ning: ? When did she learn to speak?

"What happened today was due to our lack of foresight. I heard from Village Chief Zhou that you specifically mentioned this matter before you set off. Since you know so much, why don't you say a few words to everyone?"

Song Ning did not refuse and nodded.

It's still good to give you a heads-up. You've gotten through this safely today, but in a couple of days, some people will forget the pain once the wound has healed, and that could implicate everyone.

Luo Wenxin stood on a slope to the side and shouted loudly, drawing everyone's attention.

Clearing his throat: "We still need to talk about what happened during the day, so that we don't cause any trouble later. Let's hear what Er Ya has to say first."

Song Ning stood beside him, and upon receiving Luo Wenxin's gaze, stepped forward.

"Everyone must have seen what happened during the day. If you're too soft-hearted now, it could cost you your life."

Those refugees are indeed pitiful, but aren't we pitiful too?

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