Imagine the countless gold, silver, and women bestowed upon them by the emperor—could their families be poor?
The flatbread was very large and heavy.
Some men who had been wavering were roused again.
One of the bolder ones whispered, "Boss, can't we go to the next village? Why do we have to fight to the death here?"
The pheasant kicked the man over.
"Did I give you permission to interrupt when the boss was speaking?"
Old Bear realized a problem.
Even if we don't want to fight to the death, we have no choice but to fight now.
It's seriously damaging to my prestige.
"No! Compared to this village, other villages are like wild vegetables and steamed buns compared to delicacies from the mountains and seas—there's no comparison. Besides, they've hurt so many of our brothers; do you think they'll be alright?"
His gaze sharpened as he looked at the chicken feathers in the distance. "That guy's pretty cunning," he thought.
Old Bear instructed, "Old Chicken, go and see if we can get into the village through other places. The trench won't work. It's not appropriate for our men to charge straight in."
The pheasant and a few of its brethren began to scatter.
Old Xiong chuckled and glanced at the women, then coldly barked, "Get out here with your children! My team can't have anyone who's just sitting around doing nothing."
...
On the other side.
The villagers cheered.
Many people instinctively threw stones randomly, only hearing howls and sounds of retreat from the other side.
Dawn breaks.
Chen Xian shook his head and said, "It's a pity, it's a bit far away, so only about ten people were left."
Uncle Mi said helplessly, "We've all become useless... and we haven't even been able to use our tools!"
Chen Gui chuckled and said, "No rush, let me think carefully about whether there are any places in the village that I've overlooked."
Chen Qingshan slapped his forehead. "Dad, we really forgot about something."
"Have you forgotten where we dug up fish a while ago?"
The two spoke in unison: "The Great River!"
A voice suddenly came from the other side: "Where is the village head? We are refugees from the south, we mean no harm, could you give us some food, even just a steamed bun or a bowl of mixed noodles?"
At the same time, Brother Xiong started making some women, teenagers, and girls scream.
There were about twenty women and more than ten children kneeling on the ground, and they began to kowtow and howl wildly!
"Please give me something to eat! Please!"
Some people couldn't bear to do it.
Chen Xian remained calm.
"They are no ordinary refugees."
The three teenagers looked conflicted.
Sister Guihua from the village stammered, "Otherwise, how about giving those children something to eat? That would be too cruel."
Uncle Mi looked at the woman, and at the village head who remained silent. After a moment of contemplation, he wondered if it was time for him, the villain, to do something.
"No way!"
"That's so stupid!"
"Giving him steamed buns when we stabbed him with javelins before was that stupid? Huh?"
These words immediately made some of the restless women feel withdrawn.
Chen Xian glanced at Uncle Mi, nodded slightly, and then looked at Li Niang.
Li Niang calmly said, "These refugees are all trying to manipulate us. Why didn't we let those women come over in the first place? It was just to arouse our sympathy."
That's terrible.
Shuangshuang asked curiously, "You know, there are women in these groups, but why aren't there any girls or boys under the age of ten?"
A question that touches the soul.
The villagers started discussing it.
Before long, as if remembering something, Sister Guihua's face suddenly turned pale. She picked up a clod of dirt and threw it hard at him!
Damn it!
Many children started shaking the adults' shoulders incessantly.
"Father, Mother, what do you mean? I don't understand."
The adult opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say, and scolded, "Adults should talk, children shouldn't ask such questions."
When the pheasant returned, it whispered a few words to the old bear.
The man chuckled.
The pheasant looked down at the woman with her buttocks sticking out and said, "You really are the boss, aren't you? You're really something, awesome!"
"These ignorant and unruly villagers might even have some kind hearts and secretly start fighting amongst themselves, planning to sneak us over under the cover of night and maybe even give us steamed buns, hahaha!"
Old Xiong wholeheartedly agreed: "There are always some compassionate saints, especially when people are well-fed and clothed. Such people are the easiest to feed."
Because their lives are so good, we want to show them mercy and kindness.
Chen Gui said in a deep voice, "You women should also try throwing javelins. Guihua, come here!"
They specifically called out to the women who had just said they wanted to help them.
"One, two! Dip it in!"
The woman was trembling.
The men over there, under Chen Qingshan's orders, attacked almost simultaneously the moment the woman threw her javelin.
The trembling woman threw it with all her might.
Most people couldn't even throw a ball across a trench, but most people were still trembling with fear, after all, it could hurt someone!
The man brandished his gun.
Whoosh whoosh!
Chen Xian suddenly shouted, "Sister-in-law Guihua is amazing! I saw it stuck!"
The wailing began.
While Sister Guihua was still in a daze, she was already showered with compliments!
"But I don't want to hurt them. Is it really me?"
Chen Xian said seriously, "You still say you can't do it? You're the one who throws the most accurately. Didn't you see the gash on that person's head that you poked? It's right there!"
"where?"
Chen Qingshan began by earnestly pointing him in the right direction.
"There she is, see her? The woman pulling the boy!"
"I saw it too!"
"Sister-in-law Guihua is amazing!"
Chen Xian smiled slightly.
Even if the King of Heaven himself came today, it was Sister Guihua who hurt someone.
He lowered his head and grinned.
To deal with the Virgin Mary or anything like that, reasoning won't work; the best thing to do is to corrupt her, to get blood on her hands.
Let her experience what it feels like to be the executioner the moment after you were pleading for someone.
Uncle Mi stared blankly at the ordinary-looking man who was grinning with his head down!
My scalp is tingling!
Oh shit!
What the hell!
That's pretty dark, isn't it?!
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