My whole family time-traveled! I became a god during my exile in a famine.

Chapter 65: Open Robbery
"Quick, go up there quickly."

Zhuang's eyes widened in shock as she hurriedly pushed her daughter onto the raft.

Her legs were trembling, and she couldn't climb up several times.

Xin Mengxue held her mother's hand tightly, her palms sweaty, and tears welled up in her eyes as she tried to pull her away but couldn't.

It was the eldest sister, Xin Wanqing, who rushed over and pushed Zhuang Shi from behind, finally managing to get her onto the raft.

"Wanqing!" Madam Nie called out loudly.

"Mother, I'm fine. You get on the raft first. Eldest sister-in-law, second sister-in-law, lend Mother a hand."

In the blink of an eye, the surging water dragon rushed towards the crowd.

"It's water that rushed down from the mountain."

The crowd heard a loud boom coming from the other side of the mountain, and everyone's expression changed upon hearing it.

Fortunately, the head of the Imperial Observatory was in the team, which allowed them to move out of the earthen kiln on the mountainside in time.

Otherwise, it would probably have been shoved into the mud and water long ago, unable to struggle out at all.

Everyone's expression changed drastically.

Muddy water mixed with yellowish-brown mud clumps surged over, but fortunately everyone managed to climb onto the reed rafts immediately.

In the blink of an eye, the muddy water rushed to their side, and the water level rose rapidly.

At the same time, many villagers were swept up by the mud and water, letting out cries of surprise.

The villagers, submerged in the muddy water, struggled desperately, grabbing at anything in sight. Many of the convicts were nearly pulled off their rafts, escaping in a cold sweat.

"Don't come any closer! If you come any closer, I'll hit you!"

"Don't pull me, you son of a bitch, don't pull me! This raft can only carry two people, get lost."

Shouts, curses, and cries rose and fell. Many villagers rushed over and, upon discovering a large number of reed rafts, all of them were tempted to seize them.

Especially those rafts with only one or two women on them, which look easy to bully, immediately become the target of everyone's struggle.

Chang Mianmian and her mother He Yun were among these targets.

Many of the villagers who rushed over didn't have time to react before being swept away by the muddy water, leaving behind only a series of panicked and terrified cries.

Those who were able to seize the opportunity to grab the raft were mostly strong, burly, and quick-reacting young men.

A drowning person will grab anything they see; their eyes turn red when they see a raft, and they snatch it without a second thought.

Xin Nian steadied the swaying raft, drew her gem-encrusted dagger, and viciously stabbed at the hand of one of the people trying to break the raft.

The villager was startled and instinctively withdrew his hand, only to be punched into the water by Xin Wenyuan.

Little Xin Mohan clung tightly to his father's leg, his face pale with fright, biting his lip tightly without making a sound.

Xin Nian casually picked up a long branch and poked the man into the water, jabbing him several times until he stopped reacting and could no longer create waves, before letting go.

Over there, Chang Mianmian is fighting two people and has already taken down one of them.

The other person turned pale with fright and tried to dive underwater, even reaching out to pull at the ropes binding their raft.

It's as if he's going to drag everyone down with him if he's in trouble.

"Damn it, I'll kill you, you bastard!" Chang Mianmian's eyes flashed with ferocity as countless unpleasant memories resurfaced and assaulted her.

Before I met her sister, she had been struggling alone in the apocalypse for two years, and those two years were not a life for a human being.

I'm on guard day and night, but there's not a single person around me I can trust.

After finally finding some food and drink, they had to hide in seven or eight different places, like a cunning rabbit with three burrows.

If it weren't for her quick wit and vigilance, she would have lost her life to all sorts of villains long ago.

These idiots just want something for nothing, robbing the elderly, women, and children. Hey, too bad Chang Mianmian is no innocent rabbit. Taking advantage of the muddy water as cover, Chang Mianmian shot a water arrow at their chest.

The blow landed squarely, and the burly man let out a miserable howl, unconsciously raising his hand to clutch his chest, feeling as if a gash had been opened there, followed by a feeling of heaviness in his body.

My mind was still foggy and I was trying to figure out what was happening when I found myself uncontrollably sinking into the water.

He Yun's lips turned pale with fright, and she gripped the stick tightly in her hand, too afraid to move.

"Mom, it's alright." Chang Mianmian turned to look at her mother, raised her hand and patted her shoulder. "Sit tight."

Meanwhile, screams and cries of terror came from several rafts.

The convicts were already starving, and they were exhausted after days of hard work. They were no match for the villagers.

Several rafts were stolen, and the convicts were kicked into the water.

The mudslide from the mountain was still surging in, and the exiles swallowed a few mouthfuls of mud and water before being swept away.

Someone bumped their head on the stone block and sank into the water.

Some were unlucky enough to be swept up by the current and impaled on the spikes of farm tools, where they were killed.

The guards were so angry that they cursed loudly and drew their swords to kill several fierce-looking villagers.

Damn it, they sent exiled prisoners to help rebuild the frozen wasteland in the north, and they had project quotas for that too, right?
It is permissible to kill people on the road, but the number of deaths cannot be too high or too outrageous!
The large number of exiled prisoners died on the road, and the imperial court would hold them accountable.

If a guard is found to have committed serious dereliction of duty or committed excessive abuse, he or she may be demoted and investigated, or even punished with caning and exile!

That would be such a terrible injustice.

At a glance, three or four rafts had been snatched away by the villagers, and five or six convicts had been kicked into the water, their fate unknown.

How could the escort not be angry?

This journey has been incredibly bizarre and unbelievable. How many people have died so far? We've barely gotten this far!
There were forty-five escorts when they set out, but now only thirty-six remain.

Liang Guang and the others tacitly refrained from mentioning the three escorts who had been seriously injured by Miss Xin Liu.

When they left the cave dwelling, the others naturally left them there.

What else can we do? Are we supposed to make them carry those three half-dead people on their way? Nobody has that obligation.

As for the exiled prisoners, they also suffered heavy casualties, with a rough estimate of less than 150 people remaining.

In just a few days, about twenty people have been killed. Liang Guang felt a pang of heartache just thinking about it.

After being cut down from the reed raft, several villagers struggled to get out.

As soon as Liang Guang raised his hand, the guards slashed at him menacingly, slashing him several more times as if they were still not satisfied.

Soon, the blood mixed with the muddy water, making the area even more murky.

"Let's go!" Liang Guang took the lead, using his scabbard as a pole to propel the raft forward.

The others each had a stick or twig, which was better than nothing, and they drew lines crookedly and crowded together.

Zhao Huangshang suddenly looked up at the sky and laughed loudly, raising his hands and singing.

On the other side of the raft, Madam Zhao was terrified and tried to reach out to grab him, but Zhao Huangshang slapped her away.

Seeing this, her son Zhao Ziyang hurriedly rowed the raft to get closer and help, while her younger sister squealed and cried on the raft.

The group immediately became somewhat chaotic.

Exhausted and mentally drained, everyone couldn't help but hurl insults and accusations at Zhao Huangshang's family.

The raft that Xin Wen'an and Aunt Qiu were on collapsed at that moment.

Whether the rope wasn't tied properly or the cattails were loose, the three of them screamed in fright as the clumps of cattails began to separate one after another.

(End of this chapter)