They lurked in the woods and kept approaching the farm.

Listening to the faint sound of chickens and dogs barking from the farm, the sound of swallowing saliva was heard in the group of refugees.

Indescribable tension and excitement were everywhere. The refugee leader who was over two meters tall was holding a spear in his hand. He was once a general of a country near Yelang Kingdom. Because the country was disintegrated and displaced, this formerly glorious figure has now become a bandit who robbed the family.

All the arrogance has been let go, and only the desire to survive is left.

He didn't even want to mention his name anymore. His brown eyes flashed with sharp light, staring at the full moon in the sky... The dark clouds moved, gradually engulfing the moonlight... The moment the earth fell into darkness, he jumped up suddenly, shook his spear, and roared wildly: "Go on, grab food and money, kill all the men, stay the women."

The refugees let out a wave of wolf howlings, rushing out

The silent forest just now suddenly turned into a boiling volcano, and the people rushing down the mountains and fields were boiling slurry.

The refugee leader had the fastest speed. Although he was sleeping in the open and slept in the open, his desire allowed him to fully exert his strength, like a running cheetah rushing down a gentle slope.

The patrol farmers saw the refugees rushing towards them like wolves and retreated in panic.

The leader took a step like a flying eagle, and his spear turned into black light, piercing a farmer riding a horse. He had already plucked the horse, threw away the farmer's body hanging on the tip of the gun, pulled the reins of the horse, and galloped towards the entrance of the farm.

These few times, rabbits rose and fell, and they killed people and snatched horses neatly. This caused a roar among the refugees behind them.

They followed the horses to fight to the farm.

The harsh gongs and drums sounded throughout the farm. The young and strong farmers who had just put on the kang and rolled and crawled off the kang. They didn't care about the kang's wife and children hugging each other, and picked up the hoes and rakes behind the door and other farm tools, opened the door and rushed out. At last, they heard a rush shout from outside: "Wife, pull the door and go down the cellar."

The refugee leader snatched the front door of the farm and shot the farmers guarding the gate. These farmers who only know how to plow the fields and hoe the fields were not opponents of the leader who was once the general.

The spear turned into black light. Walking back and forth, several farmers guarding the door splattered with blood. The refugees behind them rushed into the door, and in the blink of an eye, the corpse of those farmers who had lost their ability to move were divided.

The leader did not rush to charge. Instead, he picked up the two spears and lit them at the entrance of the village, splashing charcoal wood to ignite the bamboo antler piles around him.

"If you don't have weapons, you will use torches to spread the house and burn the house. If you have weapons, you will kill me!"

After all, he was a general, unlike those unorganized refugees who only knew how to loot. In just two days, this refugee team had already possessed the qualities of professional bandits. Under the command of the leader, the thinner refugees picked up wooden sticks, lit torches, and spread out to ignite all the thatched houses.

The stronger bandits followed the leader and rushed toward the depths of the farm along the road.

The fire at the entrance of the farm is bright and colorful.

The scattered farmers were constantly killed. The screams were particularly shrill at night.

The young and strong people in the village gradually gathered. They heard the boiling screams in the dark night, looked at the rolling flames and smoke at the entrance of the village, and their bodies kept trembling.

They were all civilians. Apart from being quite strong and having no martial arts, they had never encountered such a big scene. The raging fire created by the bandits at night made them unable to tell how many people there were. They only felt that there were bandits shouting from all directions, which was so dense that they were shocking.

Looking at the panicked farmers, the farm chief who had joined the army before was still calm and said, "There are many bandits, Baru, pick the fastest horse and go to Zehui City to ask for help!"

A strong man around his cheek responded, led a horse, flew away, and ran away from another road in the farm.

The surveillance chief raised an iron sword and shouted: "The villagers have no way out. We must not compromise with these evil wolves. Retreat will not only make us lose our homes, but also our wives and children. Kill them, fight with them!"

"Fight!" the farmers shouted.

They have no way out and fighting is the only option.

The farmer who flocked out finally met refugees. They were looting along the village road, and a farm house at the entrance of the farm had fallen into a sea of ​​fire.

Despite the efforts of the refugee leaders to suppress them, these refugees gradually lost their organization after rushing into the farm and began to rob each other.

"What a mob." The leader riding on the horse was angry that these people did not obey the command and was too lazy to pay attention to them anymore.

The farmer who rushed out saw these refugees who were plundering wildly, his eyes were shattered, and he rushed up and knocked down one of them with a hoe. Although these farmers had no martial arts skills, these refugees were just ordinary people and were hungry.

, except for the ruthless spirit of not fearing death, his combat power is insignificant.

More and more farmers are fighting with refugees.

This is the lowest bloody battle, without organization and no rules, and he greets each other with the simplest weapons.

The farmers who shared the same hatred of the enemy gradually gained the advantage, and the refugees who were running around were surrounded one by one and were directly knocked to death with rakes.

The chief of security was even the first. Although he had joined the army at fifty-five years old, his skills were much better than ordinary people. He cut down four or five refugees. The more the farmers promoted, the more powerful they became. The refugees who were under the pressure could not resist and retreated step by step.

The refugee leader sneered at the refugee who had been beaten to fleeing in a panic, without any intention of coming forward to help. These garbage that did not obey orders would be better if they died, and there was still less food to distribute.

He was surrounded by more than a dozen physically strong and disciplined refugees. These people were obviously smarter and more agile than those refugees. They knew that they had to rely on the strong in the troubled times. They followed the leader closely and waited for the opportunity to take action.

The village road was full of corpses. The refugees who retreated to the entrance of the village finally saw the leader who was sitting on the horse and ran towards him crying.

In the fire, the leader's face was covered with a hideous smile.

He raised his spear and shouted loudly: "Kill!"

The strong refugees following him also raised their weapons and roared: "Kill!"

The leader hit the horse's trunk hard, and the painful horse neighed and ran away, pointing the spear straight, and the rushing technique made the leader seem to be integrated with the horse. In the dark night, there was a huge lightning-like shadow.

The chief custodian was a person with vision. When he saw the charge of the refugee leader, his eyes widened. He almost subconsciously raised the iron sword and exclaimed: "Everyone flashed...ah!"

His words were cut off by the spear and screamed. The charger's refugee leader stabbed the gun with his gun, and the guard's body flew into the air and smashed directly from the roof of a thatched hut.

"Supervisor!" the farmers shouted sadly.

The refugee leader just glanced at the thatched hut that had smashed a big hole, smiled softly, pulled out a spear, and instantly stabbed seven or eight shots. The seven or eight farmers blocked their throats and fell to the ground, blood splashed out from their fingers, and their eyes fell down with despair. The last scene left to them in the world was the hideous and cold smile of the man riding on the horse.

"I've fought with you!"

The farmers' eyes were red and rushed up, but how could these people without any martial arts be opponents of the refugee leaders? This was a complete massacre.

After killing dozens of farmers, even the spear was stabbed to the razor.

Under the leadership of this god of killing, the refugees gradually surrounded these farmers.

After killing so many people, the refugee leader was a little tired. Now the overall situation is settled, and the farmers who are struggling dyingly cannot be the opponents of the refugee anymore. He took the water and food from a refugee, chewing it while admiring the refugee's killing the farmers, watching the encirclement getting smaller and smaller...

Death has long become the most common thing. There are thousands of people starving to death and dying from illness every day in this continent. Everyone is no longer so afraid of death. Killing or being killed is the fate of the living.

Baru rushed to the gate of Zegray City and shouted.

The soldiers on the city wall had long seen the fire from the direction of the farm, but the city gate was still closed.

"Sir, help me. There are a large number of bandits attacking the farm. Send troops to rescue us quickly."

No matter how he shouted, the city gate did not sound at all. The soldiers patrolling the city wall looked at the figures asking for help under the city wall with a complicated look. No one went to open the door. They had received military orders and were strictly prohibited from sending troops at night.

Most of the food in the farm has been transferred to the city. The nobles in the city cannot send troops to risk late at night for a farm where inferior people gather. Who knows if there are any Black Death carriers among the large bandits? As long as one person is infected, the entire Zehui City may be destroyed.

The city gate was knocked so loudly, and finally a person in the city wall looked like an officer could not stand it and shouted, "Don't knock again, we can't send troops at night, go back."

"No, sir," Baru heard it, hissed and shouted: "Sir, there are thousands of people in the farm, most of them are women and children. Please help me."

The soldiers on the city wall were silent. Most of their troops were transferred to the border. The soldiers in the city were only able to defend. Faced with this situation, they could only cruelly choose to stay away.

Finally realizing that it was impossible to invite reinforcements, Baru roared in despair, jumped onto the horse, and ran towards the farm.

His wife and son are still in the village, and even if they die, they will die with them.
Chapter completed!