novelapdf Chapter 51 The Wild Dog That Was Bitten to Death
Chapter 51 The Wild Dog That Was Bitten to Death
A moment later, the refugees in the woods made a move.
They had already planned to sneak into the village and steal some food under the cover of night.
Even if they are discovered, their numbers are overwhelming, and they can still fight their way out.
Several young villagers began to breathe rapidly; their fathers had participated in the water dispute more than a decade ago.
These young people get incredibly excited whenever they hear their parents recount the scenes of the armed clashes with Sanshi Village.
Young and impetuous men don't have many opportunities to show their courage, so they crave to prove their abilities through violence.
Call it ignorance or stupidity, but this is one of the few things they can pursue.
Pairs of eyes were fixed on the refugees who were sneaking into the village.
He gripped the stick tightly, already deciding who to hit first when the other person got close.
The group of migrants at the front noticed the potholes in the road and cursed inwardly, "It looked fine during the day, what a terrible road!"
Even with the best of observation, Chu Xun had made so many potholes that it took only a short while for his eyes to become blurry.
Without realizing it, the two of them stepped directly into the pit.
Although the half-inch-long thorns were short, some of these refugees didn't even have straw sandals and walked barefoot.
The sole of his foot was pierced, and his ankle was scraped so badly it looked like a strip of meat. He screamed in pain and fell to the ground.
The other refugees were astonished. Upon closer inspection, they couldn't help but exclaim, "How can so many thorns grow in the soil?"
Someone reached out and tried to pry it open, but couldn't budge it at all, and immediately gasped, "It's so hard!"
For true cultivators, the Qi Refining stage is insignificant.
But in the eyes of ordinary people, Chu Xun is still a proper cultivator.
Even the most ordinary spells possess power that is beyond the imagination of ordinary people.
Some were injured, but the others did not back down; instead, they cautiously explored their way forward.
In this way, even if there are many pits, you can still avoid them without any danger.
Only seven or eight people with poor eyesight stepped into it, crying out in pain.
"Stop howling! What if you wake someone up!" someone yelled.
They didn't care how badly their companions were injured; they weren't even acquainted with them, and many of them had gathered from all over.
The most important thing right now is to find a way to get food from the village.
Rain Technique +1
The rain started to fall suddenly, and the muddy road quickly became slippery.
The refugees looked up at the sky in astonishment: "What kind of weather is this? It suddenly started raining out of nowhere!"
Several more unlucky people slipped, fell into the pit, and got injured.
The others helped each other, walking cautiously and cursing as they went, pacing nervously over the potholes.
Seeing that he could no longer stop them with magic, Chu Xun had no choice but to stand up and shout, "Who goes there? Get out of here at once!"
The young villagers beside them also shouted and waved their sticks to increase their momentum.
The refugees were startled, but breathed a sigh of relief after realizing there were only four people.
"Go over there and gag them! Quick!" someone shouted.
Even more ruthless people shouted, "Why bother with all that effort? Just kill them!"
People don't value their own lives, so now they're learning not to value other people's lives either.
Many people clutched sticks and stones they had picked up from who-knows-where, ready to fight without hesitation should they encounter villagers.
Just then, Zhang Erzhu had already called the villagers over. Many of them had been patrolling all day and should have been resting.
But upon hearing that some refugees were planning to enter the village and cause trouble, he immediately got up again.
He didn't even have time to put on his jacket before grabbing the farm tools leaning against the wall and following along.
A machete can be used to clear land, or it can be used to chop people up.
A carrying pole can carry a hundred or so pounds of rice, and when swung, it can break bones.
The torches pierced the night, illuminating the dirt road at the village entrance.
The refugees' hands, which were gripping sticks and stones, suddenly froze in mid-air.
They thought there were only four people blocking their way, but in the blink of an eye, a dark mass of people poured out of the village.
The villagers, shirtless, ran incredibly fast.
The hoes and carrying poles swung with a whooshing sound, and his angry roars made everyone's eardrums vibrate: "Who the hell dares to act so arrogantly in our Songguo Village! They're asking for trouble!"
The refugees who had just been shouting about killing them suddenly felt their legs go weak and staggered back two steps.
Some of the more timid ones threw down their stones and turned to disappear into the woods.
The result was either slipping and falling face-first into the muddy road, or slipping and stepping into a hole, crying out in pain.
"We'll starve to death even if we run away, let's fight them!" a refugee shouted.
Many refugees agreed with this statement; after being starving for so many days, they were going to starve to death if they didn't get some food soon.
Although there is a river nearby, there are giant pythons in the river, which have been seen by many people.
Who would dare to go fishing in the river?
Huhu——
The sound of wings flapping came from mid-air.
Holding a stick, Qi Ermao, squeezed into the crowd, looked up and saw a dense, dark mass that almost blocked out the sky.
"It's Xun-ge'er's crow!"
Some of the refugees shouted, "Charge!"
Before he could finish speaking, a series of crackling sounds were heard.
Countless stones and tree branches rained down, striking heavily on their heads.
Before the refugees could even make a move, many had already suffered head injuries and were bleeding profusely.
Someone opened their mouth to curse, but a clump of bird droppings was smeared squarely on their face, silencing all their foul language.
Chu Xun stood in front of the crowd, carrying a gleaming carrying pole, his voice like rolling thunder.
"Considering your suffering, leave quickly, or don't blame me for being merciless!"
Although the refugees suffered, the fault did not lie with Songguo Village.
Chu Xun was no saint; he wouldn't let the suffering of outsiders chill the hearts of his own people.
This is Songguo Village.
It's Chu Xun's little territory!
No one is allowed to cause trouble here!
However, the refugees were like lambs on a fire; they wanted to get down, but they had already been skinned alive, and getting down meant certain death.
Even after being attacked from above by a flock of crows, it did not retreat but instead charged forward, howling loudly.
The villagers of Songguo Village naturally refused to back down, and the two sides immediately engaged in a fierce battle.
Fortunately, the crows helped, and the refugees were too weak from hunger to carry out their tasks.
Before long, they were beaten into retreat and had no choice but to scatter and flee.
Many people forgot the lessons they learned on the way here, and stepped into the pit, only to have their bones broken and tendons injured by the thorns in the soil, causing them to bleed profusely.
They cried and wailed, "Gods! Why is our life so miserable!"
Seeing that the villagers were about to give chase, Chu Xun had no choice but to shout loudly to stop them.
Regardless of age, everyone who heard Chu Xun call out immediately stopped and obediently returned.
The old village chief, Li Shoutian, once said that no matter whether Chu Xun becomes the village chief of Songguo Village in the future, you can't go wrong by listening to him!
Over the years, facts have proven that Chu Xun is indeed the smartest and most capable person in the village.
Qi Ermao, caught up in the fight, ran over and asked, "Brother Xun, why did you stop fighting?"
Chu Xun looked at the refugees who had tripped over mud pits and were bleeding and wailing, and said, "The saying goes, 'Don't pursue a desperate enemy.' Besides, they are not really bandits, just some poor people who are starving and desperate."
Just drive them away, you can't really kill them all.
Qi Ermao gave an "oh" and turned to look at the refugees who were helping each other, covered in mud, blood, and tears as they left in a sorry state.
Suddenly I remembered a few years ago, a stray dog came to the village to fight for food. It was attacked by two local dogs and bitten to death.
The wild dog never opened its mouth to fight back until it died.
It wasn't until the villagers skinned and chopped it up to eat the dog meat that they discovered it had a piece of rotten bran cake in its mouth that it hadn't had time to swallow.
This stray dog was just hungry.
I want to eat.
But he died because of it.