Song Zhuiyan finished off the last one. She looked over at Song Tantan and saw that the latter was holding a large rock with both hands, gesturing how to accurately and powerfully smash it onto the leader's head.

So Song Zhuiyan helped her by picking up a stone and throwing it at the leader from behind.

"ah."

"Bang."

The leader was hit on the back of the head by a stone, screamed and fell to the ground. Seeing this, Song Tantan also threw the stone in her hand, which hit the man in the face. This time, the man kicked his limbs a few times and then died.

With a clang, the sword in Ye Moxun's hand fell to the ground. His hand, which had just held the sword, trembled slightly, and his thin body also trembled slightly.

If it weren't for the dirt on his face, one would have noticed that he was very pale.

"How are you? Don't be afraid, all the bad guys are dead." Song Tantan ran up to him, looking up at him to comfort him.

Ye Moxun closed his eyes, not wanting to speak. Was he afraid? He had seen many such scenes during his escape from famine and was already numb to them. He hadn't eaten anything since yesterday and was extremely weak.

"I want some water and something to eat," he said weakly.

Song Zhuiyan walked over, helped him sit down on a rock, picked up Zhong Qingyi's sword and placed it next to him, then said to Song Tantan, "Tantan, I remember there's a steamed bun in the bag, take it out and give it to your little brother."

Was it because they were starving?

Song Tantan pretended to take something out of her cloth bag, but actually took out a large meat bun from the supermarket's deli section and stuffed it into Ye Moxun's hand.

As for that cloth bag, I forgot where I found it.

"Eat quickly, there's more here if you're not full." Song Tantan spoke almost in a whisper, using her small body to block the view of the other refugees.

Although the rest are all women and children, she still needs to be careful and not let a fourth person know that she has a space.

Ye Moxun took the steamed bun and wolfed it down, finishing the large meat bun in a few bites. Song Tantan then handed him a water bag. Ye Moxun took a sip and found it was milk. He gave Song Tantan a deep look, said nothing, and finished the milk in the water bag.

Song Zhuiyan counted the remaining refugees: four young women, two of whom were holding babies under three years old, two aunts around thirteen or fourteen, and eight children of varying ages.

Three of them are estimated to be around five years old. It will be very difficult for them to travel without adult supervision.

"I just looked around the area and found an abandoned village. We're going there to stay temporarily. Anyone who wants to come along, come on over. I'll take a headcount," Song Zhuiyan said calmly.

Following them meant supporting more people, so she calculated the number to get a general idea.

Two women carrying children approached and said, "Heroine, our men are dead, and we have no other family members. We want to go with you."

They could tell that although the two women, one big and one small, were ruthless and merciless, they were actually good people with righteous eyes. They had nowhere else to go for the time being, and if they encountered evil people on their own, they would have no chance of survival. It was better for them to follow the female knight-errant.

The two little girls, one leading a little boy, and the other leading a little boy and two little girls, came over, indicating that they were willing to go with Song Zhuiyan and the others. The remaining children had no family, and they looked at Song Zhuiyan and the others blankly.

Two of the more clever ones ran up to Song Zhuiyan and looked at her expectantly, saying, "Sister, can we go with you too?"

Song Zhuiyan's heart softened. They were all children under ten years old. If she didn't take them with her, how would she survive? She might as well take them all with her.

"And you?" This question was directed at the other two young women.

One of them said, "My man is still alive. He just escaped. I... I want to go find him."

Another said, "My in-laws and my husband abandoned me and ran away. I don't want to go back to them. I want to go with you."

"We'll set off in fifteen minutes. Think it over. If you want to come with us, just follow us." After saying that, Song Zhuiyan ignored them and took her knife to chop at the tree trunks by the roadside.

After three years of drought, the trees have all turned yellow and withered. If it doesn't rain soon, the Great Jin Dynasty may be doomed.

Seeing this, Song Tantan also ran over with a knife to help, but Song Zhuiyan stopped her, saying, "Go and rest over there. I think there's something wrong with that hesitant woman's eyes. Keep an eye on her."

"She doesn't look like she knows martial arts. What kind of trouble could she possibly be causing?" Song Tantan thought her aunt might be overthinking things. That woman was abandoned by her family and was still thinking about going to find her man. She didn't seem to be very smart. She was also skin and bones. She probably couldn't even lift a knife.

But Song Tantan was quickly proven wrong. The skinny woman she thought couldn't cause any trouble was picking up the roasted meat from the ground when no one was looking, stuffing a few pieces into her mouth, then stuffing a few more into her clothes, and then running away without looking back.

Song Tantan took a deep breath, feeling utterly disgusted. She took a step to chase after him, but Song Zhuiyan stopped her. "Forget it, let's ignore those kinds of people. Let's get out of here quickly. Who knows what other bad guys might come along?"

"Ugh..." Despite saying that, Song Zhuiyan couldn't help but gag herself.

That's the flesh of a barbarian! That woman really dared to eat it.

Song Tantan, who had been feeling nauseous, suddenly felt all her emotions dissipate. She grinned, revealing two rows of neat, small teeth.

"Auntie, don't worry, we'll have plenty to eat." As she spoke, she waved her little arms to help cut tree branches, knowing what her aunt was doing cutting the tree.

It was to make a simple plank for the little brother's uncle. These thin tree trunks were tied together with vines side by side, and then a person was put on it and pulled along. However, the trees here were all withered, and there were no wild grasses or vines.

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