Crossing the book to escape famine, poor little guy does not become cannon fodder reference group

He glanced at Li Xiu and couldn't understand how Li Dazhuo's family, who were honest people, could give birth to such a monster?

No, no, no, she is 18 years old and still looks like a child. If she is not a monster, what is she?

Once this idea arises in your mind, it is difficult to suppress it.

Village chief Li felt cold all over. He didn't dare to look at the little girl who was not even as tall as his waist, and swallowed hard.

Once this matter is settled, let’s deal with this girl.

Thinking of this, he waved to several young and strong men from Lijia Village.

The young and strong men understood and rushed forward with torches in hand.

Seeing so many people rushing towards him with sticks, Song Dahe instinctively pulled Qian Jinfeng behind him and said, "Protect our daughter."

Qian Jinfeng didn't refuse and moved closer to Song Pan'er.

She was ready to fight to the death. If anyone dared to lay a hand on her daughter, she would smash his head with the iron rod in her hand!

Song Pan'er's palms were full of sweat. With so many people rushing towards her, it would be difficult to fight her way out.

Thinking of something, she quickly took out a stack of freshly unpacked cotton masks from the station and stuffed them into everyone's hands in the dark.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry! Put on your mask!"

Xue Ping'er didn't know what "mask" meant, but it should be the literal meaning.

She took the black mask and, with the help of the light from the torch that was getting closer and closer, saw how Pearl next to her put it on, and then she followed suit and put it on.

As soon as everyone put on their masks, the refugees rushed over.

Song Pan'er took out a lighter and, without thinking twice, took out a cigarette she had rolled herself and lit it, praying that the cigarette would work quickly.

"Kill them! They have food!" Someone shouted, and several brave young men raised wooden sticks and hit Zhang Honghua.

She's just a woman, and if she gets hit with a stick, she might never be able to get up again.

Zhang Honghua's brows furrowed, and she watched the wooden stick coming towards her without panicking at all. She raised the iron pipe in her hand and poked the man in front of her in the heart. She was already very strong, and her strength had increased a lot recently. This poke made the young man squat on his butt.

Yang Shaochun swept the iron rod hard, knocking several people behind the man to the ground.

Lin Chengxiu, who was standing next to him, swung the baseball bat in his hand and smashed the person's brains out. They were so scared that they dared not get close to him anymore and turned to target the three girls, Zhenzhu Cuiyu, Xue Ping'er and others.

Pearl was wearing a mask and could not smell the strong smell of blood. Her eyes were calm. Once she saw wooden sticks coming towards her, she would use the iron stick in her hand to hit their heads without hesitation.

The lady said that the head is the most vulnerable part of the human body. At a critical moment like this, you have to hit the head, and it would be best to knock the person down with one blow.

Cuiyu was not willing to be outdone. She was used to chopping firewood at home, so she simply used the iron pipe as an axe and the refugees who attacked them as firewood, chopping them on the heads.

Xue Ping'er's hands were shaking. This was not the first time she was surrounded by refugees, but before, she had Du Wu to protect her. Now she could only rely on herself.

She had only been in the Song family for a short time and her strength had not increased much, but she did not dare to retreat, nor could she retreat. Sister Pan'er was still behind her, and she must protect Sister Pan'er who treated her as her own sister.

A woman came towards her with a hatchet. Xue Ping'er bit her lip and hit the woman's hand with a stick with all her strength. She heard a shrill scream, and the woman's hand was broken.