However, the group of unreasonable and rude people who were like bandits simply did not listen to any explanation from the people of Sujia Village. They were like a group of wolves blinded by greed, and only wanted to plunder the so-called "good things" from these villagers.
They were all rubbing their hands together, their rough big hands clenched into fists, their joints turning blue and white due to the force, and they looked as if they were going to tear the people of Sujia Village into pieces in the next second.
The greed in their eyes became more and more obvious. Their eyes were as hot as burning flames. They stared straight at the vehicles in the Sujia Village team and the various objects in the hands and on the backs of the villagers, as if those were the gold and silver mountains they had always dreamed of.
The man who seemed to be the leader of this group of gangsters had a face full of flesh that kept shaking with his movements.
He suddenly swung his hand, and his arm, as thick as a tree trunk, drew a powerful arc in the air.
He yelled at the top of his lungs, "Brothers, charge! Take all their stuff. Kill anyone who resists!"
His voice exploded like thunder at the foot of the mountain, shaking the surrounding trees so much that they seemed to tremble slightly. The ferocity and brutality in his words made people shudder.
Before he finished speaking, the group of people pounced towards the Sujia Village team like hungry wolves.
They let out bursts of terrifying shouts, and the sounds intertwined together like roars from hell.
They walked quickly, raising a cloud of dust, and the various weapons in their hands flashed coldly in the sunlight as they rushed straight towards the villagers of Sujia Village.
Although the villagers of Sujia Village were extremely frightened, their legs could not help but tremble slightly, and many people's faces had already turned pale.
However, when they saw how brutal and violent these bandits were, and thought of their families behind them, as well as the supplies they had finally obtained in the city with great difficulty, they realized that this was related to the hope of the entire village's survival.
So the villagers gritted their teeth, mustered their courage, picked up whatever they could use as weapons, such as hoes, shoulder poles, sticks, etc., and rushed forward desperately, ready to fight a life-and-death battle with the bandits. Even if there was only a glimmer of hope, they would protect their families and the supplies they depended on for survival.
The simple and kind-hearted people of Sujia Village really did not dare to kill anyone at first when faced with this group of vicious bandits.
Although they also picked up farm tools and other objects that could barely be used as weapons, they were always hesitant and reluctant when wielding them.
But that group of bandits were completely different. They came here with the intention of killing and robbing. All they cared about was money and blood, and they didn't care about human lives at all.
I saw the knives in their hands being raised high and then swung down swiftly. The movements were powerful and each blow was full of ruthlessness, as if they were determined to chop everything in front of them into pieces.
Soon, in this confrontation with a huge disparity in strength, a villager from Sujia Village was unfortunately injured and fell.
The blood gushed out from the wound like a fountain, instantly dyeing the ground red.
When the other villagers saw their companions bleeding and struggling in pain, the anger in their hearts was ignited, and their original reluctance and hesitation disappeared at this moment.
They finally hardened their hearts and realized that if they did not fight back or showed mercy to this group of inhumane bandits, the lives of the entire village would be lost.
So everyone waved the weapons in their hands without any reservation, using all their strength to hit the bandits hard.
At this moment, Su Wenjun was waving the big knife he had picked up by chance last time.
The big knife seemed to have life in his hand. As he swung his arm, it drew arcs of cold light in the air.
His eyes were wide open, and there was a resolute ruthlessness in his eyes. Every time he swung the knife, it was accurate, like cutting a melon. With one cut, a bandit fell down with a scream.
His movements were swift and continuous. Soon, all the bandits around him were killed by him, without a single one left.
Seeing this, the bandit leader at the back of the team originally wanted to take advantage of the chaos to quietly retreat and avoid the increasingly fierce and extremely unfavorable battle situation for them.
His triangular eyes were now filled with panic and fear, and his former arrogance had long since disappeared without a trace.
He was seen moving backwards in a panic, but he had just turned around and taken a few steps when he was discovered by the sharp-eyed villagers.
The villager already hated the gang of bandits with a vengeance, and now that he saw the leader trying to escape, he became even more furious.
He shouted loudly, picked up the blood-stained hatchet in his hand, gathered all his strength, and chopped hard at the bandit leader's legs.
The knife came down with such force that it directly cut off the bandit leader's thigh. Then blood gushed out instantly, like a red fountain, splashing a glaring red on the ground.
The bandit leader let out a shrill scream, his legs went limp, and he fell to the ground with a thud.
At this time, the surrounding villagers were fighting with other bandits. Everyone's attention was focused on the battle and they didn't notice that someone had fallen under their feet.
So, in the fight between them, everyone kept trampling on the bandit leader.
Some villagers were pushed by people behind them and stepped on him staggeringly; others accidentally stepped on him because of the large movements while swinging their weapons.
Every time someone stepped on him, the bandit leader groaned in pain. His body trembled constantly under the trampling of everyone. He tried to struggle to get up, but was completely unable to do so.
He could only stare wide-eyed in despair, the light in his eyes dimming little by little, blood continuously flowing out of his mouth, mixed with mud, making him look extremely miserable.
As time went on, the pain he suffered increased and his strength gradually faded away.
Finally, after being stepped on heavily once again, his chest, which was still rising and falling faintly, finally stopped breathing, but his eyes could not close.
He completely ended his sinful life, leaving behind only a trampled corpse lying on the battlefield filled with blood and chaos.
But the fight was too intense, and the blue shirt that Su Wenjun was originally wearing was now soaked in blood. The bright red color spread across the blue fabric, making him look like a demon from hell, exuding a chilling aura.
When the bandits on the side saw Su Wenjun like this, they couldn't help but want to retreat.
They originally thought that they could easily rob property from these villagers, but they never expected to encounter such a powerful character.
At this moment, they only wanted to quickly escape from the chaotic crowd and run up the mountain to save their lives.
Just as they turned around to escape, they were spotted by the big tiger nearby.
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