"Ah, my eyes! Everyone be careful! This woman has poison!" A Hu soldier shouted, clutching his eyes, before his head was chopped off the next second.
Song Tantan had just finished eating fried rice in the super noisy space when a large round ball rolled to her feet. She looked down and was terrified. It wasn't a ball at all; it was a human head.
Ugh, my stomach churned violently, and I almost threw up everything I had just eaten.
"Tantan, be careful!" Song Zhuiyan shouted anxiously.
"You little brat, I'll chop you up and use you as food first." A burly Hu man charged at Song Tantan with a large knife in hand, the blade about to strike Song Tantan's head.
"Clang, bang." Time seemed to stand still for a few seconds. Everyone stared wide-eyed at the scene, thinking that the cute little girl, only five or six years old, was about to be killed on the spot.
But what exactly happened? The little girl had somehow managed to grab a long-handled machete and forcefully blocked the opponent's broadsword. The weapons clashed, producing a sharp, piercing sound.
The Hu man was clearly startled by the scene before him, staring at Song Tantan as if she were a monster, and didn't react for a moment. Song Tantan seized the opportunity, leaped up, raised her wood-chopping knife, and chopped the Hu man down.
She was only five and a half years old and not very strong. One slash wouldn't kill her; she had to slash several times. Song Tantan gritted her teeth and slashed more than a dozen times before she finally managed to kill her.
Good heavens! Whose child is this? What did they eat to grow up like this? At such a young age, they can wield a knife and cut people to pieces without even blinking. How ruthless can they be?
Oh no, I mean, how strong must one's mental fortitude be?
The group of disaster victims had mixed feelings of joy and sorrow. They were complicated because Song Tantan was ruthless, but happy because she had helped them kill a Hu person, which made them a little safer.
"Ah." Song Zhuiyan was distracted because she was worried about Song Tantan, and her hand was slashed. She suffered a hidden loss and immediately fell into a disadvantageous position, struggling to defend herself.
"Ah, ha!" Song Tantan took a few steps and stepped onto a low tree, then leaped over to Song Zhuiyan's side.
Oh dear, her short legs are really putting her at a disadvantage. What used to be a distance that would have taken her only two strides with her long legs now takes her more than a dozen.
"Pee-pee-pee-pee!" She leaped into the air, and with lightning speed, grabbed an insecticide spray in each hand, blinding the remaining five Hu people in just a few rounds.
Upon seeing this, Song Zhuiyan immediately dispatched all the Hu people with a single stroke of her sword. With the danger averted, the sword in her hand fell to the ground with a 'clatter,' and she collapsed to the ground, utterly exhausted.
"Auntie, are you alright? Eat something to replenish your energy." Song Tantan spoke in a soft, cute little voice, but with an air of maturity.
She wrapped a generous portion of fried rice in oil paper and stuffed it into Song Zhuiyan's hand. She then sat down on the ground, panting. She was exhausted. She had only gone into her space to eat a bun when she came out and her aunt was already fighting with the Hu people.
She and her aunt came from the 21st century to this place called the Great Jin Dynasty. Both of them were time travelers and knew nothing about this dynasty. She suddenly fainted in her own supermarket and time-traveled. As for her aunt, she said that she suddenly fainted after feeding the pigs in her hometown and woke up in a group of refugees.
The refugees didn't notice anything unusual about the two outsiders who had wandered in. After all, there were too many refugees, and more people could join their group at any time. Who cared whether your family had fewer or more people?
They had suffered from drought for nearly three years, and a few days ago they were robbed by a small group of stray Hu people. They were so terrified that they were numb. Who would have the mind to notice whether there were two women, one big and one small, in the group?
Just now, the Hu people were at their wits' end and could not find any food. They wanted to capture a child to cook and slaughter. The child's family members screamed in horror and tried to take the child back, but the Hu people chopped them down with their knives and even tried to cut off their flesh to cook and eat.
Just then, Song Zhuiyan suddenly jumped up and smashed a stone into the head of the nearest Hu man, instantly smashing his head. She reacted quickly, not giving the other Hu men a chance to recover, and picked up a large knife from the ground to fight them.
Then Song Tantan suddenly appeared and helped kill several Hu people, which made the refugees notice the two of them. Now, seeing Song Zhuiyan wolfing down her food, the refugees were so hungry that their eyes were practically glowing, but no one dared to go up and snatch it. They could only swallow hard and watch from afar.
"What kind of hellhole is this?" Song Tantan complained bitterly, then glanced at the emaciated refugees not far away, who were staring at them expectantly, and sighed again, "What kind of human suffering is this?"
Although she had been here for two days and had learned most of the details from other refugees, she still found it hard to accept. If she hadn't known that she had brought her own space with her, and that she and her aunt had brought their assets with them so that she wouldn't have to worry about food and clothing, she would have really wanted to commit suicide with her aunt to see if they could return to their original world.
"Since you're here, make the best of it. Everything has its reasons, don't overthink it." Song Zhuiyan remained expressionless as always. She had already finished her plate of fried rice, with some rice grains still left in the oil paper.
At this moment, an old woman, who looked like a skin and bones but was actually a walking skeleton, rushed over and ran in front of her. "Heroine, please give my grandson some oil paper to lick. He hasn't eaten for two days. Please have pity on this child."
Song Zhuiyan looked at the oil paper in her hand with a stiff face. Well, there were still some uneaten rice grains on it, only about a dozen grains. What good could that do?
She silently looked at Song Tantan. All of her family's assets were in Tantan's space; she had nothing.
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