Another man holding a hoe was slashed in the shoulder by a knife, screaming as he rolled to the ground.
The fear of death hit me like a bucket of ice water.
The flames of resistance were extinguished instantly.
Cries, pleas for mercy, bandits' wild laughter, and horses' neighing mingled together.
"Kneel! Kneel down, all of you!" The fierce-looking bandits brandished their knives and guns, driving and kicking them.
The villagers, like felled wheat, collapsed to their knees one after another, trembling with fear.
The old woman was violently pushed onto the gravel, and the child was so frightened that he forgot to cry and just clung tightly to his mother's neck.
Jiang Chan had already lowered her body when the chaos first broke out.
Her gaze swept quickly across the area: there were about twenty bandits, their equipment was haphazard but they all had weapons, including knives, guns, bows and arrows, and even some simple leather armor.
They had complete control of the terrain, and the exits were blocked.
The villagers... She glanced at the group of people kneeling down, their faces deathly pale, including the few young men who had been clenching their fists just moments before, now trembling like leaves.
They have absolutely no fighting power, not even a fraction of it.
Forced resistance will only result in death.
The chances are zero.
Jiang Chan lowered her eyes, concealing the icy sharpness in them.
She obediently followed several women nearby, and under the bandits' rough shoving, she and all the other women who looked slightly younger were driven to one side of the open space.
The rough hemp rope wrapped mercilessly around her wrists, causing them sharp pain.
She let them tie her up without making any unnecessary movements, like an ordinary girl completely overwhelmed by fear, her body trembling slightly.
"Haha, Black Wind! Look at this! In this desolate wilderness, we've stumbled upon such fine women!" A bandit with a pointed mouth and monkey-like cheeks fawned at the burly leader, Black Wind, his eyes sweeping over Jiang Chan and the other bound women, making no attempt to conceal his lewdness.
Black Wind Demon rode on his horse, looking down at the flock of lambs waiting to be slaughtered.
He stroked the stubble on his chin with his rough hands, a cruelly satisfied smile on his face.
His gaze swept over the terrified, desperate faces, covered in dust and tears, before finally settling on Jiang Chan.
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