Wang Yayun was also trembling with anger, stamping her feet and pointing her trembling finger at the people around her.
"You're spreading rumors! Spreading rumors! If anyone dares to say such things again, I... I'll never forgive you!"
As she spoke, she rushed to a large tree, grabbed a long branch, and waved it wildly at the gathered crowd, trying to scare them into shutting up.
However, the military wives and aunties in the family compound were not to be trifled with. Seeing Wang Yayun being so arrogant and daring to bully them, they immediately glared at her.
"Fine, I'm acting like a tyrant in our military compound. Isn't that like taking a dump on our heads?"
"If she's not going to be polite to us, then we shouldn't be polite to her either!"
“Our sons and husbands have never been afraid of the enemy on the battlefield, and we cannot let them down. Foreign enemies have come to our doorstep, what should we do?”
Everyone was more motivated than ever before, and they shouted in unison—
"Fight! Fight! Fight!"
"Neighbors, let's go!"
Led by Fatty Sister-in-law and Sister-in-law Wang, several sisters-in-law, aunts, and young military wives grabbed whatever weapons were at hand—brooms, mops, dustpans, branches, stones… all sorts of things—and rushed toward Wang Yayun.
Wang Yayun never expected these people to be so easily provoked; her anger, which had been burning just moments before, vanished without a trace.
Seeing that the person was already coming at her, Wang Yayun screamed "Wah!" and turned to run away.
Unfortunately, Fang Deshan's stomach pain worsened, and he was bent over, clutching his stomach, unable to exert any strength. He limped along behind, falling behind after only a few steps.
When Fang Deshan turned around, he saw a large group of people standing just two or three steps away from him, holding various weapons that were about to be smashed down on him.
Fang Deshan stared wide-eyed in terror and let out a braying sound like a donkey.
"Mother!!"
Wang Yayun heard her son's shouts halfway through the race. She turned around abruptly and realized that her son had fallen behind. She looked anxiously at her son, then at the group of people behind him. In the end, she couldn't bear it, gritted her teeth, turned back, grabbed Fang Deshan's arm, and ran forward as fast as she could.
However, the mother and son were still too slow. Before they could run two steps, someone swept a broom down and hit Wang Yayun on the head.
A strong, fermented stench, along with a pile of rotten mud and stinking dirt, splattered from between the brooms, instantly covering Fang Deshan and Wang Yayun in mud.
A strong, foul odor followed.
Wang Yayun took a deep breath and was so overwhelmed by the stench that her eyes rolled back.
"Damn it, could this be a toilet broom?!"
She was gagging and rolling her eyes in disgust, but she still had to keep running forward.
If you slow down even a little, you'll be met with a stinky broom and a swarm of pots and pans.
While dragging along Fang Deshan, who was a slow-moving burden, Wang Yayun tried her best to run, all the while enduring various smells.
This is even more terrifying than being chased by wolves.
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