Datou's expression changed instantly. He didn't dare to delay even a little. He quickly reached out and pushed Liuzi, who was dozing off next to him, awake. He said anxiously, "Liuzi, wake up quickly. Something seems to have happened. I hear someone talking!"
Liuzi slowly opened his hazy eyes and blinked hard to make himself more awake.
Then, he followed Big Head's instructions, pricked up his ears and listened carefully.
Sure enough, in this eerily quiet night, faint voices of people talking could be heard. The voices were vague and intermittent, as if they were carried by the wind from a distant place, so vague that people could not hear them clearly.
But when Liuzi heard the noise, he thought to himself that it was probably someone in the camp talking in his sleep at this late hour, and there was nothing to be surprised about.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel that Big Head's reaction was too sudden.
So, he hummed nonchalantly, waved his hand casually, and prepared to lie down and sleep soundly again, not taking the faint voices seriously at all.
Liuzi was just about to lie down again when he suddenly saw several figures jumping out from the darkness like ghosts.
Those people moved swiftly and with a clear goal in mind, running straight towards the carts where everyone had placed their food.
Liuzi was so frightened that his whole body shuddered. His heart seemed to stop beating at that moment. He suddenly froze in place, as if he was under a spell, and was completely at a loss.
He opened his eyes wide and opened his mouth, but he couldn't utter a word. He could only watch those people rushing towards the food cart.
Datou's reaction was much faster than Liuzi's. When he saw this, he immediately shouted at the top of his voice: "Everyone, wake up! Someone is stealing food! Help quickly, help quickly!"
The sound was particularly loud in the silent night, like a huge bell, instantly breaking the tranquility of the night, echoing throughout the camp, and waking up everyone who was still sleeping.
Hearing that someone was coming to steal the food they had worked so hard to save, the villagers got up anxiously.
They didn't even have time to rub their sleepy eyes, and began to frantically look around for suitable tools.
Some picked up the hoes they used for daily work, which shone coldly in the moonlight; some held the shoulder poles tightly, as if they were holding weapons to protect food; and some picked up thick wooden sticks, their eyes showing incomparable determination.
Everyone stayed beside their few supplies of food, staring straight ahead as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
You know, this food is the basis for their survival on the road of fleeing famine. If anyone dares to rob them, they will definitely fight to the death with the other party at all costs!
But more and more people rushed out from the darkness, emerging like a tide.
They were all in a threatening manner, shouting arrogantly from time to time, and striding towards the cart containing the grain step by step.
The terrified screams of women and children began to be heard in the crowd. The sound was particularly harsh in the originally quiet and peaceful night. In an instant, fear and panic enveloped the entire night like a haze.
The strong laborers in the village clenched their hoes and shoulder poles tightly, and the veins on their rough palms bulged from the force.
There was a look of determination in their eyes, and there was no intention of retreating.
These farmers, who are usually simple and honest, now spontaneously stood in the front, shoulder to shoulder, closely connected, forming a simple but extremely firm line of defense, and confronted those who came to rob food without fear.
"Stop, if you come over again we won't be polite!" The gray-haired second grandfather was shaking with anger, and his weather-beaten face was full of anger.
He leaned hard on the old crutch, raised it high, and shouted at the greedy people who were stealing food. His voice echoed in the silent night sky.
"Charge! They have food. If we rob them, we'll have food to eat!" However, those who were trying to rob the food ignored the scolding of my second grandfather. Their eyes were red, and their minds were blinded by hunger and greed.
They shouted and continued to rush forward desperately, as if they were going to flatten everything in front of them just to grab the food.
Seeing these people rushing up madly without any regard, the villagers of Sujia Village had no intention of retreating. They all held back their energy to protect their own food.
In an instant, the two sides collided with each other like two raging waves, and instantly wrestled into a ball.
The sticks were waving in the air, making a whistling sound, as if to sweep away all obstacles; the hoes were also raised high and swung randomly, each blow carrying the villagers' determination to protect the food.
For a moment, shouts, curses, and the sounds of sticks and hoes clashing were intertwined. The whole scene was in chaos, like a pot of boiling porridge, steaming and noisy.
In the chaos, Dazhuang saw a perfect opportunity. He gripped the carrying pole tightly with both hands, shouted loudly, and used all his strength to smash it hard at a person who was rushing towards him to steal food.
There was a dull "bang" sound, and the carrying pole hit the man hard, knocking him to the ground. He collapsed without a sound.
But before Dazhuang had time to catch his breath and relax his tense nerves, several people rushed towards him with bared fangs and claws.
Da Zhuang glared, gritted his teeth, and could only lift the carrying pole again, relying on his tenacious will to continue resisting the waves of attacks.
Looking at the people rushing up like a tide, Su Wenjun felt anxious and angry, and hardened his heart.
He gritted his teeth, reached out and quickly took out the sharp kitchen knife he used to kill the wolf last time, with a determined and ruthless look in his eyes.
Without saying a word, he chopped down hard at a thief who was rushing towards him with bared fangs and claws.
Suddenly, a cold light flashed, accompanied by a scream, and the man's arm was chopped off. Blood gushed out like a fountain, instantly dyeing the ground red.
But Su Wenjun didn't care about much at this time. He was like an enraged beast, completely disregarding everything. With red eyes, he waved the kitchen knife that was still dripping with blood, and frantically looked for other thieves in the crowd and hacked at them.
The kitchen knife drew sharp arcs in the air, each of which carried Su Wenjun's strong determination to protect his family.
In a short while, the thieves around him were cleared out by his ruthlessness.
At this moment, Su Wenjun was covered in blood, some from the enemy and some from his own. He just held the kitchen knife, breathing heavily, his eyes still staring fiercely at the surroundings.
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