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Tonight, Xiejia Village was completely plunged into chaos and noise.

Dim lights were on in every corner of the village, flickering in the dark night, illuminating the panicked figures of the villagers. Every household, men, women, young and old, were awake, their faces filled with panic, and they kept muttering, "What should I do? What should I do?" As they muttered, they frantically rummaged through boxes and drawers, stuffing whatever clothes, bedding, dry food and other items they could take with them into their bags.

The village was in chaos and noise, with people shouting and crying mixed together. The women were crying while holding their children. Although the men were also panicked, they could only urge their families to pack up quickly.

"Don't cry, don't cry, hurry up and pack your things, it will be too late if you are any later."

"We have to follow the Songlin family. He was the first to know the news, so he must know where to run."

"Yes, we have to follow Songlin. He's a very smart guy now, and we'll be fine if we follow him."

The entire Xiejia Village was filled with a tense and panicked atmosphere. Everyone was packing their bags in a hurry, thinking that if they could bring one more thing, they would have more protection on the road, and if they could set off a moment earlier, they might have a little more chance of survival.

Everyone in the family was packing up, but Uncle Xie Wu didn't move. He just sat quietly in the corner of his old house, looking at the familiar surroundings with empty eyes, muttering to himself: "This is where I've lived since I was a child. How can I just leave like this? If I leave, I'll never come back. I might as well wait for those Huns to come and die here. I can still be considered guarding my hometown."

Xie Fu's eyes were red. He knelt down in front of the old man with a plop. He held Uncle Xie Wu's hand tightly and said in a tearful voice, "Dad, you can't think like that. We have to leave quickly. As long as there is green mountains, there will be firewood to burn. If you stay here, how will we survive? Let's go together. We can come back later."

Xie Fu's eldest son also hugged Uncle Xie Wu and cried, "Grandpa, please listen to us for once. The Huns are very cruel. We can still escape if we leave, but how can we feel at ease if you are here? Please, come with us."

"If you insist on staying here, how can we youngsters rest assured? Grandpa, please, for the sake of us younger generations, please come with us. We can stay together as a family and have someone to look after us. Even if the journey is difficult, it is better than waiting to die here."

Uncle Xie shook his head slowly, a look of determination on his face, his eyes revealing a deep attachment to his homeland. He gently patted his eldest grandson on the back, as if to comfort him, but the words he spoke were incredibly firm.

"My children, Grandpa knows you are doing this for my own good, but I have lived in Xiejia Village all my life. This land is my roots." Uncle Xie's voice was a little hoarse. "The Huns are brutal, but I am too old to be afraid of anything. Let me stay here. I feel at ease staying in this land where I was born and raised. You are still young and have a bright future. Go away and leave me alone."

"Lao Wu." The village chief appeared at the door.

Stepping into the house, the village chief sighed first, then he slowly spoke, his tone filled with anger and frustration: "You old stubborn man, it's already this late, and you're still confused?"

As the village chief spoke, he angrily walked over to Uncle Xie Wu and said, "Do you think you're being heroic by staying here? You're just going to die in vain! The Huns are no pushovers. If they come, they'll massacre the whole village. It's okay if you die, but what will happen to your descendants? Can they watch you get slaughtered by the Huns? Can they escape with a clear conscience?"

The village chief grew increasingly agitated, veins bulging on his forehead. "You've lived for most of your life, how come you don't understand this? If you leave, you still have a chance of survival. If you stay, you'll die. If you keep this life, we can come back here when peace comes and continue to protect our village and our homeland. But if you die, there will be nothing left. There won't even be anyone to collect your body. How can you bear to let yourself end up like this?"

Xie Dachun followed closely behind the village chief. He walked up quickly and echoed, "Yes, Uncle Wu, you can't be stubborn at this critical moment. Look at what's going on! The whole village is in chaos because the Huns are coming to attack! My father has been running around the village cursing at those of you who refuse to leave. His throat is almost smoking."

"Fifth Uncle, everyone knows you have feelings for this village, but now is not the time to act on your emotions. We must save our lives first before we can have a future. If you don't leave, how can we young people feel at ease? Just listen to my father's advice and Dafu's advice. It will be too late if you delay any longer!"

"Fifth Brother, I'm telling you this! If you refuse to leave today, don't blame me for being ruthless. Once we've settled down and built our new ancestral hall, the first thing I'm going to do is remove you from the family tree! Even if you die, you'll have nowhere to go and will be nothing but a wandering ghost!"

"Brother, what are you doing?" Uncle Xie's voice had a noticeable tremor. He immediately stood up and looked straight at the village chief.

"You don't even care about your own life, nor do you care about your descendants. If you really insist on not leaving, I'll just pretend you never existed. Let's see how you'll face our ancestors then! Humph!"

Uncle Xie suddenly sat down on the ground with a plop and burst into tears: "I have lived in this village all my life, how can I just leave like that? I can't bear to leave here, I can't bear to leave..."

Uncle Xie Wu's face was covered with tear marks, and tears kept sliding down his wrinkled cheeks. As he cried, he clutched the clothes on his chest with trembling hands: "I feel so sad..."

The villagers who came over after hearing the sound couldn't help but have tears in their eyes and their hearts were filled with sorrow. If possible, who would be willing to leave their hometown and the land where they were born and raised?

The village chief turned his head and looked at Uncle Xie Wu, who was still slumped on the ground. He slowly walked over, squatted down, gently patted Uncle Xie Wu's shoulder, and said in a choked voice: "Uncle Xie, I know you are reluctant to leave, and how can I be reluctant too? But this is the only way to survive right now. We can't just watch everyone die. Let's go, let's go with everyone, ah."

"Let's go, let's go." The village chief's voice was filled with endless fatigue and reluctance, and at this moment he was also in tears.

Finally, Uncle Xie nodded slowly. The movement was as light as a feather falling, but it seemed as if all his strength was used up.