Quick Wear: Cannon Fodder

The refugees moved in groups of three or five, thinking they could stump the enemy in the dark, but unexpectedly, they angered Ye Zhiqiu instead. She originally didn't want to poison him, fearing that she might accidentally hurt others, but she had no choice but to poison him when she ran out of time.

She put the poisonous drug into the fire, and as the fire burned, the drug's power spread outward little by little. In addition to the refugees surrounding the fire, there were other refugee teams nearby, but they were a little far away.

Ye Zhiqiu didn't have to worry about accidentally hurting other people. Although the medicine she put in there was toxic, it would only make the body weak and powerless if inhaled. It would not cause any permanent damage to the body. All she needed to do was rest for a day.

Time passed little by little, and after confirming that the poison had taken effect, Ye Zhiqiu began to step forward to deal with this group of vagrants who were murdering, setting fires and committing all kinds of evil. She was alone, and in order to make a quick decision, she could only be ruthless and kill them one by one.

Under the cover of night, she finished the operation quickly. There was no need to worry about any fish slipping through the net, because she aimed at the heart during the operation. If anyone could survive, it was just luck.

She didn't show her face or reveal her identity during the whole process, so she didn't have to worry about anyone seeking revenge. Even if someone was powerful enough to reveal the truth, she wouldn't be afraid, because by that time her strength would have been restored. She wouldn't be afraid of fighting even if there were more than one or two.

It's not that no one begged for mercy during the whole process, but Ye Zhiqiu pretended not to hear it. What's the point of begging for mercy when you are about to die? No one was willing to let the original owner go no matter how hard the original owner begged them. How could they be so shameless as to ask her to let him go?

Not to mention the original owners, there are also those ordinary people who died at their hands. No one wants to die. They should have this awareness when they kill people. Those who kill will be killed.

The original owner's revenge was achieved, leaving behind a pile of corpses, which were not discovered until dawn the next day. The other refugees were panicked at first, but when they found that the group's belongings were not missing, they suddenly became bolder.

They didn't care who killed the person, they all rushed to look for valuables on the body, even the clothes on the body. Even if these clothes couldn't be worn, they could be used to make shoe soles.

Ye Zhiqiu didn't know what happened after she left. She returned to the village just as daybreak. The wounds of the dozen refugees whose tendons were cut had stopped bleeding, but without food and water, it was difficult to get them to work, and whipping them was of little use.

She realized that keeping these people was a big problem. She should have killed them with a single blow. She couldn't give them food even if there was food in the space. If she didn't give it out, how could she feed more than a dozen people?

She searched the village and found that the old, weak, and disabled who had voluntarily stayed behind were all killed by the abortion. If she was lucky, she could find corpses, but if she was unlucky, they would be mutilated. She didn't feel anything when she saw it, because the original owner had been bullied a lot in the village before. However, in order to prevent the bacteria produced by the corpses from polluting the air, she decided to dig a pit and bury the corpses.

It was not easy to dig a hole. I searched dozens of households in the village but couldn't find even a hoe, nor any other tools. Ironware was a valuable item, and even when fleeing, every household would not forget to take it with them. Fortunately, there was space for a hoe.

She threw the hoe to the group of guys who stayed behind, and supervised the work. A dozen people were divided into two groups, one responsible for carrying the bodies, and the other for digging the pit at the end of the village. To save trouble, everyone was buried together. She didn't plan to have a grave for each person. If it wasn't for epidemic prevention, she wouldn't want to care at all.

The dozen men were angry but dared not speak, their eyes were full of hatred, and they dared not stop their actions. If they stopped for too long, they would be whipped, which was worse than doing corvée labor.

Later, Ye Zhiqiu's whipping was useless. They had nothing to eat and were extremely thirsty. If their throats hadn't been smoking, they would have cursed them out. It wasn't that they didn't work hard, but they were too hungry to work, and their wounds hadn't healed completely, so how could they have the strength to work?

"Okay, here's a basin of water, share it among yourselves." She drew the water from two public wells in the village. As for food, forget it, she didn't want to feed the enemy and then use it to attack her.

The two wells in the village could still pump out a little water every day, which was not much, but it was definitely enough for her to eat and drink. The problem was that there was no water when she wanted to farm. The small river that flowed through the village was not completely dry, but it was almost dry.

Only the middle part of the riverbed still had water flowing. The narrowest part was only one finger wide, and the water depth was no higher than the thumb. It was impossible to use it to irrigate the land. It was not enough even for drinking. Now she was the only one left in the village. If there were more villagers, they would fight for water.

The dozen or so injured refugees who stayed behind took a whole day to bury the bodies of the villagers. They thought that Ye Zhiqiu would at least give them something to eat after the work was done, but unfortunately there was not even a drop of water.

The refugees knelt down and begged: "Auntie, please have mercy on us and give us something to eat."

Ye Zhiqiu sneered: "No, if you are hungry, you will find a way yourself." There was no food in the village, but there was a forest on a small hill not far from the village. There were some wild vegetables in it. It depended on whether they could find them.

The refugees were angry. They worked for nothing and had nothing to eat. They had never suffered such hardship when they were farming in their hometown. The greatest hardship on the road was the continuous travel. They had no food for several meals in a row. This had never happened before.

After night fell, a group of people gathered together to discuss what to do next.

The refugee Ding asked dejectedly: "What should we do? The female bandit is cruel and wants to starve us to death."

"She didn't tie us up with ropes, so why don't we run away?" Refugee B didn't want to stay any longer. He was not afraid of poison. He didn't believe that there was no doctor who could detoxify him.

"Where are you going? Don't forget that we have all been poisoned by her." The refugee Ding wanted to run away, but was afraid of dying from the poison.

Refugee A suggested: "What are you afraid of? We haven't been given the antidote today, so we're all fine. As long as we don't die in a short time, we can find a doctor and then find a way to detoxify."

"We have no money, and it's no use finding a doctor."

"What are you afraid of? If you don't have money, just go and rob. I don't believe that you won't be able to get any money along the way." The refugees who were used to killing people came up with vicious ideas as soon as they opened their mouths.

Some people disagreed: "The tendons of his legs are broken, what can he use to rob?"

"I don't care. I don't want to stay and farm anyway. I'll leave even if I can't rob." Refugee B insisted on leaving. He would rather die than farm and get beaten every day.

Refugee A also decided to leave, and persuaded others to follow him. They would have a companion and would not be afraid of troubles. It was better than staying and being beaten every day to farm. The female bandit was ruthless, and staying would be a dead end. It was better to take a gamble, maybe there would be a way out.

Refugee B was also there to persuade them, and after their persuasion, the others decided to leave.