She suddenly waved her hand, her voice clear and melodious: "Did everyone hear that? The people of this village have been bullied by soldiers and bandits. We're going to avenge them now!"

"yes!"

The dozens of believers behind them, who appeared to be guards of a caravan, responded in unison, their voices surprisingly intimidating.

Their fierce and composed aura erupted instantly, making them no longer ordinary caravan guards, but rather like a battle-hardened elite force!

"Come with me to the battlefield and seek justice!"

"yes!"

Without any hesitation, the believers mounted their horses in perfect unison.

He stared intently at Zhang Jing, waiting for her command.

The villagers were all stunned.

Where had they ever seen such a spectacle?

This is no caravan, it's clearly a well-trained army!

They were filled with suspicion and uncertainty. Who exactly were these people? Were they really going to go and fight head-on on a battlefield with tens of thousands of people?

Even a warrior capable of taking on a hundred men shouldn't be so reckless. This caravan clearly only has a few dozen people; how could they possibly handle tens of thousands?

Let's make sure that because of them, this caravan doesn't get hacked to death by the armies fighting on both sides!

The villagers were extremely anxious.

Without another word, Zhang Jing turned his horse around, spurred it, and charged ahead towards the deafening battleground on the plain.

Dozens of believers followed closely behind, their imposing manner raising a cloud of dust.

"Hey! Girl!"

"What should we do?!"

The villagers looked at each other, both anxious and afraid.

The old woman stamped her foot and gritted her teeth, saying, "Let's go! We'll go and see! We can't let anything happen to such kind people!"

"Yes! Let's go and see!"

"Maybe, maybe they really can get our grain back!" A glimmer of hope flashed in the eyes of a young villager.

So, a group of ragged villagers, disregarding their exhaustion and hunger, helped each other.

They followed Zhang Jing's caravan at a distance, running towards the edge of the bloody battlefield.

They felt both worried and, more importantly, a faint sense of anticipation that they themselves could hardly believe.