Traveling through ancient times to escape famine, the prince led me to rebel

For a moment, screams, shouts, and cries spread throughout the not-so-big and dilapidated post station.

The people outside the post station didn't understand what was going on. Some curious people even tried to go in to join in the fun, but as soon as they took a look, they were scared out by the bloodstains on the ground.

Luo Xiaoran quickly ran to her carriage and asked Qiu Niang to bring the pot and soup to the carriage. She raised the whip, whipped the horse's butt hard, and galloped away.

Luo Xiaoran did not notice that a shabby and dilapidated carriage also ran out along with her.

After a night of galloping, the horse was exhausted. It fell to its knees on all fours, with its entire body lying on the ground, and heavy breaths were coming out of its nose.

The horse no longer had the energy to draw a circle and curse humans. It was so tired.

Luo Xiaoran called Qiu Niang down to feed the horse some water and feed, while she herself took the time to eat a few mouthfuls of last night's cold porridge.

"Let's rest here for a while. When it's daybreak, we'll continue on our journey."

The carriage that had followed them all the way also stopped. The driver was an old man in his forties, and there was a boy of three or four years old sitting in the carriage.

Before the time of one stick of incense had passed, several more carriages arrived one after another. Seeing Luo Xiaoran and the others resting there, they also stopped to rest.

But they looked quite embarrassed and panicked, and seemed to be keeping a distance from each other. After tying up their carriages, they started cooking.

Some of them looked familiar; Luo Xiaoran had seen them at the post station.

Perhaps because they had been driving in the carriage all night, they had left most people behind, and while they were lighting the fire and cooking, no one passed by.

After dinner, Luo Xiaoran drove the carriage forward, and the others followed behind.

The sound of horse hooves clattered on the road as they entered a forest.

The official road became increasingly quiet, with only the sound of horse hooves in the distance and the chirping of birds in the distance.

This kind of silence made Luo Xiaoran's hair stand on end. Her strong sixth sense conveyed a signal of uneasiness. This was the intuition she had developed in the dangerous apocalypse.

Luo Xiaoran slowly slowed down the carriage and put her head into the carriage.

“Qiu Niang, pack up the important things.

Then put the fried rice on it. The more the better, but you have to make sure you can run fast while carrying the things on your back. It is up to you to decide how much to put in it.

The dry food I packed is twice as heavy as yours."

"Girl, what happened?" Qiu Niang saw Luo Xiaoran so serious. Her face, which had become thin from days of running around, suddenly turned pale again.

"I don't know, there's something wrong with this road. Anyway, you should be prepared to run away." Luo Xiaoran pressed the dagger on her waist, then touched the big knife hidden under the cushion, and felt a little more at ease.

"Okay, I'll clean it up right away."

"Remember, if anything happens, you must run closely with me. If you fall behind, I won't wait for you."

Qiu Niang nodded repeatedly: "I understand."

Luo Xiaoran, who has lived a second life, cherishes her life very much.

Every morning after waking up and before going to bed at night, she consciously did some basic exercises under Qiu Niang's surprised gaze, and finally adapted to this body.

But if she encounters a situation where she has to fight alone against a group of people, she still can't do it.

The morning passed peacefully, and everyone got off the carriage, ready to eat something before continuing on their journey.

Perhaps it was because nothing happened after a whole morning, and the people who had been secretly on guard against each other in the early morning began to talk in groups of three or four.

"You also came here from the post station, right?"

"Yes, yes, the people there have gone crazy, snatching food everywhere!"

"It's not just robbery, it's also resulted in a loss of life!"

"My fellow countryman who came out with me was dragged off the carriage because he was slow to react. All his belongings were robbed and we don't know if he is still alive. It's terrible."

"Me too, me too. They wanted to steal my things too. Luckily I ran fast and drove the carriage as fast as I could. I didn't dare to rest on the way. It was only when I saw you guys resting here that I dared to stop."

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"Taohongliulv" relied on a few guards to act tyrannically, and many people had long disliked them.

Many of the disaster victims are on the verge of running out of water and food, and see no way out. They don’t know whether they can survive and reach their destination.

When the water and food are really cut off, robbery will definitely occur.

The incident with the well was just a fuse that made things happen earlier.

People have the instinct to survive. If you don't steal from others, you can't survive.

In front of it there is the picture of Miss Jiao taking a bath, “The rich have wine and meat, while the poor freeze to death on the streets.”

Later, there were poor disaster victims who robbed people and said, "If you don't work for yourself, you will be punished by heaven and earth."

Our ancestors never deceived me, Amen.

How can their two legs be faster than your four wheels? Can they carry more things?

They have already robbed a carriage and people have died. Will people still care about robbing one more carriage from you?

So Luo Xiaoran ran away immediately.

The same tragic experience made several carriage owners sympathize with each other.

Thinking of the fellow villagers who failed to escape, they all sighed and were glad that they were quick to react and run fast, which enabled them to escape danger successfully. For a while, the atmosphere was extremely harmonious.

Luo Xiaoran did not get involved, but just listened for a few times. Her inner uneasiness was still not eliminated.

"Qiu Niang, have you packed everything?"

Qiu Niang quickly responded, "Everything is packed, girl, please try the weight." After that, she handed over a small bag containing about ten pounds of fried rice.

Luo Xiaoran took the small bag and put it into her big bag, wrapped it up, and slung it across her chest before riding her horse and continuing on her way.

That’s when the accident happened.

A group of fierce men with big knives suddenly emerged from the bushes on both sides of the road and quickly surrounded the victims. Even the rat demons were not as fast as them.

There were about thirty big men, almost all of them holding a knife. They seemed to be an organized group of bandits, rather than some disaster victims on the road who had the sudden impulse to rob together.

This is more troublesome.

It would be fine if this group of bandits believed in "spending money to avoid disaster". We could just give them some numbers and they could pass safely.

If they support "robbery and rape", then I will have to find a way to get out of it. A tough approach won't work, and I have a lot of people on my side, so maybe I can take advantage of the situation?

The worst case scenario is that they insist on "murder for money", and then we can only confront them head-on.

I hope that the men and women here who have just escaped from the wolf's den and claimed that they have been blessed by the god of luck can take up weapons and protect their wives, children and parents from falling into the tiger's mouth.

The leader of the bandits was a tall man with a full beard and a rough appearance, so it was difficult to see clearly.

He was wearing a small cloth jacket, with his chest exposed, and the jacket was held together only by a belt, on which was a large sword.

No abdominal muscles.

Most of the other brothers were also dressed like this, exposing their chests clearly. Some of them were even hairier, with a tuft of chest hair growing wildly, which was quite an eye-catcher.

The bandit leader didn't say anything, and his men naturally didn't say anything either. They just stared at the victims with eager eyes.

No one among the victims spoke. Only a few children were frightened and cried, but their mothers quickly covered their mouths for fear of angering the man with a knife opposite.

The atmosphere was set at this point, but there was silence on both sides, and there was a feeling of being in a cold atmosphere.

Until the bandit leader "poohed" the dogtail grass in his mouth, drawing a perfect parabola in the air.