The barking of dogs in the distance seemed to grow louder.

Apart from a few children who were sleeping soundly, there were no other children in the village.

Almost all the adults and women came out of the village.

He quietly picked up the manure buckets with a carrying pole and headed towards the village entrance.

They landed on the ground.

Chen Qingshan began distributing sharp bamboo spears made from bamboo poles.

Su Wenxuan and Su Wenhao began distributing masks to each villager.

The woman took the strange cloth bags and suddenly realized what was going on.

Duan Zhujun stared blankly at the people carrying buckets of manure, and nudged Shi Jingxing in a daze.

"No way, are there really refugees coming here?"

Lu Yunchuan said blankly, "No way, you're playing it like this?"

Everyone got their tools and crouched down quietly.

What surprised them even more was that the thick wooden stakes were wrapped with something that looked like barbed wire, but it seemed to be even thinner than barbed wire.

"They're barricades. Are the people in this village really that ruthless? They even made an upgraded version of these?"

Uncle Mi grinned and quietly looked at the other side of the trench, shrouded in mist.

"This is getting interesting!"

...

The other side.

The refugees are still asleep and are difficult to manage.

After about fifteen minutes of effort, everyone was finally gathered.

Brother Xiong looked at the Beggars' Sect members and said with a smile, "Brother Chicken Feather, how about your men lead the charge later?"

Chicken Feather nodded and smiled.

"Um."

Damn, are they using me as cannon fodder to test the waters?

What to do? The boss must have already given instructions. Whoever rushes to the front first is likely to die the fastest.

How can you turn someone else's people into your own if you haven't even successfully turned them into your own?

He secretly winked at Liu Quan.

He immediately understood.

"Our men need to slow down, understand? Fall behind them, understand?"

The Beggars' Sect disciple nodded slightly.

His face was blank.

Old Bear and Wild Chicken led the group, each carrying a large hiking stick.

Quietly jogging ahead.

Although it was a sneak attack, these people were terrified.

They were thieves and bandits after all.

They were getting closer and closer to the trench.

The Beggars' Sect disciples gradually dispersed into the crowd, quietly retreating to the back.

"Stop!"

The sky was just beginning to brighten.

Old Bear gestured for everyone to stop. He heard roosters crowing and dogs barking in the distance, and through the mist, he heard a series of thumping sounds.

"It's too noisy; it doesn't feel like a village that's still fast asleep."

Pheasant: "Boss, I'll go scout ahead."

"Um."

"Oh my god!"

The pheasant suddenly braked.

"What's wrong?"

"Boss, there are trenches everywhere, at least seven or eight of them."

"What?"

Old Xiong then realized that there were trenches dug beneath his feet, two people deep, with one trench every ten feet.

Moreover, it was extremely long, and no one knew where it had been dug up to.

That's outrageous! They were prepared for this.

Chen Erzhu climbed up to the locust tree at the village entrance in a few quick steps and whispered, "They're here..."

Chen Dashui, Ershui, Huzi's father, Chen Qingshan, Chen Xian, Zhao Dayou, Zhang Daguang and others stepped onto the first trench in a few strides.

Chen Xian instructed, "Dip it!"

The woman, looking disgusted, dipped a bamboo spear into metabolic waste and passed it to the men.

The man twisted his waist, grabbed the bamboo pole with his right hand, and, following his previous practice, fiercely shot the javelin at a forty-five-degree angle into the sky.

"One, two, three, go!"

Liu Quan and Ji Mao had been secretly observing the situation when they heard a whooshing sound in the distance.

They both knew about javelins a long time ago.

Black dots appeared in the sky, but they were not very clear.

Suddenly remembering something, they exchanged a glance and said, "Run."

The other Beggars' Sect disciples had already received their signal and had run far away.

The pheasant felt the rain suddenly falling on its head, and looking up, it felt the rain becoming clearer and clearer, with a foul smell spreading throughout.

"What the hell? Is it raining stinky rain?"

In the blink of an eye, a refugee wailed, "What the hell is this? Shit?"

Old Bear suddenly shouted, "Run!"

"They were already on guard against us?"

A few breaths.

More than a dozen men were instantly struck in the thigh by javelins.

It was pierced right through, just like a grass carp that had been stabbed to pieces.

All around were broken stones.

"Are they still throwing stones?"

Someone was clutching their head, bleeding profusely.

Even without Brother Xiong saying it, those who are quick-witted would have already kept their distance.

The dozen or so people were stabbed in the thighs and abdomens, but no one came to help them up. They were left to collapse on the ground, and no one offered to support them.

They ran for almost half a mile.

Only then did everyone stop.

"Pheasant, count the number of people."

"Reporting to the boss, nineteen people have fallen behind."

After a while, a dozen or so people tentatively said, "Boss, can we not go? This village is too treacherous. Not only did they use javelins against us, but they also got covered in filth. Compared to that, we'd rather go back and drink rice porridge. At least that stuff won't kill us."

The pheasant chuckled and said, "Very good, you're quite quick-witted, kid. Come on, let me tell you something from the heart."

A moment later, a series of wails and screams suddenly came from afar.

Old Xiong looked calmly at the timid men and asked, "Do you still want to leave now?"

The arrogant man was dragged over by the pheasant and said with a grin, "Boss, I haven't even used much force yet, and he's already dead."

Old Xiong said calmly, "If you want to leave my team, the only answer is reincarnation."

Realizing that these cowards were somewhat frightened, he softened his tone and said, "Hold on a little longer. We need to come up with another plan. Once we get to this broken village, I'll hold those people accountable for everything. Anyone who hurts my brothers will die."

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