Chapter 51: The Wild Dog Bitten to Death |
A moment later, the refugees in the woods made a move.
They had already discussed and agreed to take advantage of the dead of night to enter the village and steal some food.
If they were really discovered, with their large numbers and great strength, they could also fight their way out.
The breathing of the few young villagers began to quicken. Their fathers' generation had participated in the water dispute over a decade ago.
Every time they heard their fathers talk about the scene of the armed brawl with Three Stones Village back then, these young people would get incredibly excited.
Young and vigorous men didn't have many opportunities to show their hot blood. They longed to use violence to prove their abilities.
Whether it was called ignorant or stupid, this was one of the few things they could pursue.
Pairs of eyes stared fixedly at the refugees groping their way towards the village.
Gripping the clubs in their hands tightly, they were already pondering who to hit first when the people came before them.
Even though they tried their best to observe, Chu Xun had made too many potholes, and it didn't take long before their eyes blurred from looking.
Failing to notice for a moment, two people stepped directly into a pit.
Although the half-inch-long earth spikes were short, some of these refugees didn't even have straw sandals and walked barefoot.
The soles of their feet were directly pierced, and their ankles were scraped like strips of meat. They immediately cried out miserably in pain and fell to the ground.
The other refugees were astonished. They stepped forward to check clearly and couldn't help but curse out loud, "How could so many spikes grow in the soil?"
Someone reached out and tried to break them, but couldn't break them at all, immediately gasping, "So hard!"
To true mighty figures of immortal cultivation, the Qi Condensation stage was not worth mentioning.
But in front of secular commoners, Chu Xun was still a proper immortal cultivator.
Even the most ordinary spells had power that ordinary people couldn't imagine.
Someone was injured, but the others didn't retreat because of this, only groping forward more cautiously.
In this way, even though there were many potholes, they were ultimately able to avoid them without any real danger.
Only seven or eight people with bad eyesight stepped in, crying for their fathers and mothers in pain.
"Stop howling! What if you wake people up!" someone cursed.
They didn't care how their companions were injured. They weren't familiar with each other to begin with, and many people had gathered from all directions.
The most important thing right now was to find a way to get food from the village.
Continuous Rain Spell +1
The pattering rain suddenly fell, and the dirt road quickly became wet and slippery.
The refugees looked at the sky in astonishment, "What kind of damn weather is this, suddenly raining out of nowhere!"
A few more unlucky ones slipped and stepped into the potholes, getting injured.
The others supported each other, walking and cursing carefully, crossing the potholes with their hearts in their mouths.
Seeing that he could no longer use spells to block them, Chu Xun had to stand up and shout loudly, "Who goes there, leave at once!"
The young villagers beside him also shouted loudly, waving the clubs in their hands to increase their imposing manner.
The refugees were startled. After seeing clearly that there were only four people, they breathed a sigh of relief again.
"Charge over and gag their mouths! Quick!" someone shouted.
Even more ruthless people clamored, "Why waste that effort, just kill them."
Their own lives weren't taken seriously by others, and now they also learned not to take other people's lives seriously.
Many people gripped wooden sticks and stones picked up from who knows where, just waiting for the moment they really encountered villagers, they would absolutely not be soft-hearted when it was time to strike.
It just so happened that Zhang Erzhu had already called the villagers over. Many people had patrolled the whole day and should have been resting.
But hearing that refugees wanted to enter the village and cause trouble, they immediately got up again.
They didn't even have time to put on their jackets, grabbing the farm tools leaning against the wall and following along.
A machete could reclaim wasteland, and it could also hack people.
A carrying pole could carry a hundred catties of rice, and when swung, it could even break bones.
Torches pierced the night, illuminating the dirt road at the village entrance brightly.
The refugees' hands, which were originally gripping wooden sticks and stones, suddenly froze in mid-air.
They thought there were only four people blocking the way, but they didn't expect that in the blink of an eye, a dense crowd of heads would surge out from the village.
The villagers were bare-chested and ran extremely fast.
The hoes and carrying poles in their hands swung with a whooshing sound, and their angry roars made people's eardrums tremble, "Who the fuck dares to come to our Pinecone Village to act violently! Tired of living!"
The refugee who had just clamored to kill them felt his calves go soft and staggered back two steps.
A few timid ones even threw away the stones in their hands, turned their heads, and wanted to dive into the woods.
As a result, they either fell flat on their faces on the slippery dirt road, or their feet slipped and stepped into the potholes, crying and howling in pain.
"If we run, we'll still starve to death, let's fight them!" a refugee shouted loudly.
These words actually made quite a few refugees agree. Having been hungry for so many days, if they didn't get some food, they would really starve to death.
Although there was a river nearby, there were giant pythons in the river, which had been seen by many people with their own eyes.
Who would dare to go down to the river to catch fish?
Whoosh whoosh—
The sound of flapping wings came from mid-air.
Qi Ermao, holding a club and squeezed in the crowd, looked up and saw a dense patch of black that almost covered the sky.
"It's Brother Xun's crows!"
A refugee shouted, "Charge!"
As a result, before his voice fell, a crackling sound was heard.
Who knows how many stones and branches fell like raindrops, smashing heavily on their heads.
Before the refugees had time to make a move, many people already had their heads broken and bleeding.
Someone opened his mouth to curse, but a lump of bird poop accurately plastered his face, blocking all the foul language in his throat.
Chu Xun, carrying a carrying pole polished to a shine, stood in front of the crowd, his voice like rolling thunder.
"Considering your suffering, leave at once, otherwise don't blame us for being ruthless!"
Although the refugees were suffering, the fault did not lie with Pinecone Village.
Chu Xun was not a saint either, and would not chill the hearts of his own people for the suffering of outsiders.
This is Pinecone Village.
It is Chu Xun's one-acre-three-fen land!
No one is allowed to cause trouble here!
However, the refugees were like lambs roasted on a fire. They wanted to come down, but they had already been skinned, and coming down also meant death.
Even though they were first attacked from high above by the flock of crows, they still didn't retreat, but instead shouted and charged over.
The villagers of Pinecone Village naturally wouldn't yield, and the two sides immediately engaged in a melee.
Fortunately, with the help of the crows, plus the refugees were so hungry that their limbs were soft and they lacked the strength to do what they wanted.
It didn't take long before they were beaten into a steady retreat, and had no choice but to scatter and flee.
Many people forgot the lesson from when they came, stepping into the potholes, their bones broken and tendons injured by the earth spikes, bleeding profusely.
They cried and howled, "Oh God! Why are our lives so bitter!"
Seeing that the villagers still wanted to pursue, Chu Xun had to shout loudly to stop them.
Regardless of old or young, upon hearing Chu Xun shout, they immediately stopped their footsteps and obediently returned.
The old Village Chief Li Shoutian had said that in the future, whether Chu Xun became the Village Chief of Pinecone Village or not, listening to him would definitely not be wrong!
Over so many years, facts had also proven that Chu Xun was indeed the smartest and most capable person in the village.
Qi Ermao was excited from the fight, ran over and asked, "Brother Xun, why aren't we fighting anymore?"
Chu Xun looked at those refugees who were tripped by the mud pits, bleeding and howling, and said, "As the saying goes, do not pursue a desperate enemy, not to mention they are not real bandits, just some poor souls dizzy from hunger."
Beating them away is enough, we can't really kill them all.
Qi Ermao said "oh", and turned his head to look at the refugees supporting each other, covered in muddy water, leaving wretchedly mixed with blood and tears.
He suddenly remembered a few years ago, a wild dog from who knows where ran to the village to fight for food, was besieged by two local dogs in the village, and was forcefully bitten to death.
Until death, that wild dog never opened its mouth to fight back.
It wasn't until the villagers skinned and chopped it up to eat dog meat that they discovered it had a piece of rotten chaff cake in its mouth that it hadn't had time to swallow.
This wild dog was just hungry.
Wanted to eat.
But died because of it.
[End of Chapter]