"Sister, you can have the egg." Lin Yi'an handed the egg in her hand to Lin Yinan.

Lin Yinan gently ruffled his soft hair. "You eat it. I don't like eggs."

Lu Changqing also came over, leaned against her, and took an egg out of his pocket and handed it to her.

"Changqing, be good. I won't eat. You need to eat more so you can grow up quickly."

Lin Yinan also ruffled his hair.

Sighing inwardly, Lu Changqing still refused to speak. He would eat when called to eat and sleep obediently when called to sleep, without making a fuss.

After a brief argument, the camp fell silent.

We're leaving in half an hour, so everyone's making the most of the time to catch up on some sleep.

In the afternoon, the people of Linjia Village continued their journey under the scorching sun, so sleepy that they could barely keep their eyes open.

After walking for an hour or so, one after another, ragged and disheveled refugees appeared on the mountain path. They were clearly refugees who had fled from other cities and had been starving for a long time.

The people of Linjia Village emerged from the dense forest, and almost every household owned a livestock, with large and small bundles on their backs, indicating that they were very wealthy.

Lin Yinan's family possessed the most assets, including two tall, strong horses whose coats had been dyed a dull yellow, but which were still plump and robust, and a large yellow ox.

A look of greed flashed across the refugees' faces as they followed closely behind the Lin family villagers.

Lin Yinan frowned and quickly told Old Mrs. Zhao and the children to get off the horse.

“Anan, those refugees are probably eyeing us.”

Lin Shuo carried a large basket on his back and walked side by side with Lin Yinan.

Lin Yinan took two machetes from his basket and handed them to him.

"Uncle, let's grab some weapons. Those guys won't dare to come forward easily if they see us."

Yes! Yes!

Grandma Zhao nodded and quickly rummaged through the lattice to find two kitchen knives. She intended to give one to Li Shulan, but after glancing at Zhang, who was stronger than her, she decisively gave one of the knives to Zhang.

Lin Yinan took out a gun and stuffed it into Li Shulan's hand, "Mother, take this, it's for your self-defense."

Some villagers were completely unaware, so Lin Shuo asked Lin Yisong to go ahead and inform the village chief and clan leader.

Therefore, the clan chief specifically sent his eldest son, Lin Fu, to inform each household.

At the same time, the elderly and children should walk in the middle of the line, while the young men should walk on the outside.

The mountain path was difficult to traverse, and more and more refugees followed, some even weaving back and forth in the group, as if scouting the location or discussing how to carry out their plan.

The sun is about to set.

Lin Yinan had a vague sense of unease; the refugees might make their move before sunset.

Sure enough, a loud whistle suddenly rang out from the refugee column.

All the refugees rushed towards the group from Linjia Village like madmen.

The refugees who attacked Lin Yinan's family were all young and strong men, each wielding a machete as they charged forward.

The refugees had a clear goal: they headed straight for the two horses and the large yellow ox.

Lin Yinan had been waiting by the two horses for a while. The moment the refugees suddenly attacked, he took down his bow and arrow, nocked an arrow, and aimed.

The arrow was shot at the two refugees who rushed forward first.

In the blink of an eye, screams echoed through the mountains and forests.

"You son of a bitch, don't steal my food!"

The woman, who was desperately protecting the grain sack, was slashed by a refugee and fell to the ground.

When the villagers saw their elderly mother injured, they grabbed their machetes and began hacking at the refugees like madmen.

"I'll fight you to the death!"

The young children hid to one side and cried loudly in fear.

Old Mrs. Zhao, Li Shulan, and Zhang's mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, carrying hoes and wooden sticks, led several young children to hide to the side.

Those refugees who tried to take advantage of the situation were all chased away by Old Mrs. Zhao and Mrs. Zhang.

More and more refugees rushed up, and since bows and arrows were not suitable for close-range attacks, Lin Yinan grabbed a large knife and plunged into the crowd to fight.

Lin Shuo and his son had never killed anyone; they only wanted to scare away the refugees by brandishing their knives with the firewood.

Having fled for so long, the refugees were starving. Lin Yizhang was nearly slashed in a vital spot, barely managing to avoid being cut, but his arm was still slashed deeply, and blood gushed out.

"Zhang'er!"

When Zhang saw Lin Yizhang was injured, she was furious. If it weren't for Old Mrs. Zhao and Li Shulan holding her back in time, she would have rushed out with the stick.

Lin Shuo's eyes were bloodshot as he stepped forward and swung his knife at the other man's chest, showing no mercy.

One after another, refugees fell down; they were no match for the strong and burly men of Linjia Village.

The refugees were forced to retreat repeatedly, not wanting to lose their lives before even getting their hands on any food.

The scene was a mess, and the stench of blood was overwhelming. Lin Yinan alone had killed five refugees.

Many villagers were injured, and several were seriously injured.

Every household had some food stolen, except for Lin Yinan's family and Lin Tiezhu's wife's family who were standing next to her.

After Lin Tiezhu died, his wife took her widowed mother and five children and went with Lin Yinan's family.

In this refugee riot, their family was fortunate amidst misfortune.

The village chief told everyone to pack their belongings and leave the area quickly, then find a safe place to rest.

The village's only husband walked through the procession, stopping the bleeding and bandaging the wounded.

"Sister, I'm so scared!"

Lin Yi'an and Lu Changqing rushed out and hugged her on either side. The chaotic scene just now reminded them of the day the academy was massacred.

"Don't be afraid, the bad guys have been chased away by your sister." Lin Yinan felt a surge of tenderness in her heart and quickly comforted her.

He lifted the two little ones onto the horse, and then let Lin Yizhang sit on it as well. He had lost too much blood due to his injury and was not fit to travel too far.

The group walked for an hour before finally finding a flat spot to stop.

"We'll rest here tonight. Everyone, stay alert."

The haggard and exhausted village chief plopped down on the ground and gave instructions to his eldest son.

"Father, when will we arrive in Sword City?"

The journey was arduous, and everyone was eager to reach Sword City as soon as possible.

"It should arrive by tomorrow afternoon at the earliest."

"Heavens above, we're almost at Sword City!"

Upon hearing this, hope arose in the hearts of the villagers, and the women and old women wiped away tears.

Lin Yinan, however, was not so optimistic. With so many refugees along the way, even if they reached Sword City, it might not be a good thing.

I just hope the officials in Jiancheng will do their best to resettle these refugees; otherwise, I'm afraid there will be even bigger trouble.

A dozen steps away from their camp, a family of three stopped behind them to rest and spend the night.

Linjia Village had a large and powerful population, and that man was intelligent.

Seeing that they were dressed fairly cleanly and neatly, Lin Yinan took the initiative to go over and inquire about their situation.

Upon seeing her approach, the man stood up warily. He had witnessed Lin Yinan's ruthlessness in dealing with the refugees during the day.

What do you want to do?

They were a bit far apart, so Lin Yinan stopped. "I just wanted to ask you for some information."

"What does the young lady want to know?" The man's voice betrayed a forced composure.

"You don't look like refugees?"

The man cupped his hands in greeting to her. “We are originally from Jiancheng. We went to visit relatives in Xincheng a while ago, but the Hu people attacked, so we had to hurry home. On the way, we encountered a large number of refugees.”

"The Hu people have reached Xincheng?"