Armed with a machete and a gun, armed with a system, they fled the famine.

Yang Zhangshi trembled like a leaf. Upon hearing this, she grabbed Yang Erlang's arm and shielded him in front of her.

"You ask me? Who should I ask? Those damned refugees! Why doesn't God just let them die!"

Even though they were completely out of food and ammunition, those damned refugees just wouldn't let them go.

As soon as they met, they quickly darted into the woods on either side to hide.

But the refugees showed no sign of stopping and continued walking towards them.

Wang Feng pulled her son and hid behind a tree. Although she was scared, she insisted on not showing it.

do not care.

If a fight really breaks out later, she must take her son and escape.

The world is vast, but being alive is the most important thing.

Chen Lan, with her two sons in her arms, and Yang Dalang, hid behind another tree not far away.

"Brother, what should we do? That guy looks dangerous. Shall we run?"

Chen Lan was extremely anxious.

What good is hiding behind a tree?

Are they capable of fighting?

Once the other side arrives, every single one of them will be arrested.

If we don't escape now, when are we going to?!

Are the people in Chenjiagou mentally ill?

Are they still clinging to wishful thinking?

Yang Dalang scratched his head, caught in a dilemma.

“Alan, Mother is still over there, I can’t leave her behind.”

Chen Lan's face turned pale with anger, and she gritted her teeth and growled, "Yang Dalang! Is your mother all you care about? Don't forget, you still have me and your two sons!"

She was truly fed up with Yang Dalang's blind filial piety!

Large tears streamed down her face as she said through gritted teeth, "You want to stay and protect your mother? Fine, I'll grant your wish."

After saying that, she dragged her two terrified sons and resolutely turned to leave.

She knew why the villagers of Chenjiagou were unwilling to go into the mountains.

There are many wild animals in the mountains, and there is always the danger of losing one's life.

But so what?

The refugees are about to attack, is she just waiting to be captured?

Ha ha.

She doesn't want it.

After being arrested, who knows what kind of torture awaits them?

Although she managed to escape the previous times when the refugees looted her grain, those refugees showed no mercy to the elderly, weak, women, and children.

That time, she saw from afar that the young and beautiful girl was dragged into the woods by the vicious refugees and subjected to a horrific ordeal.

I don't know what happened to that girl in the end, but I imagine the ending wasn't happy.

Thinking of this, Chen Lan quickened her pace to escape.

Seeing Chen Lan sneaking up the mountain with her son, Wang Feng's eyes lit up, and she pulled her son along to follow.

Some villagers saw what the two were doing, and some of the more cunning ones followed them without hesitation.

“…Alan…”

Yang Dalang watched his wife leave him, and clenched his fists in anguish.

What does Alan mean?

Doesn't she want herself anymore?

Is she... disappointed in herself?

Thinking of the wild animals in the mountains, Alan and his two sons had no chance of survival if they encountered them.

Yang Dalang was extremely anxious.

Glancing at Yang Zhangshi beside him and Yang Erlang beside her, Yang Dalang hardened his heart and quietly retreated into the mountains behind him.

Yang Zhangshi kept a close eye on the outside world. In a moment of distraction, she caught sight of Yang Dalang's retreating figure heading up the mountain, and she was horrified.

Looking around again, he realized that half of the people were gone, and the color drained from his face instantly.

In a panic, she grabbed Yang Erlang and left.

"Erlang, hurry, run up the mountain!"

She originally thought that with about a hundred people in Chenjiagou, if everyone united, defeating the enemy wouldn't be a problem.

Damn it!

In just a short while, almost all the bastards from Chenjiagou had left.

Even her honest and taciturn eldest son left without a word.

You son of a bitch!

Wait until she catches up, then see how she deals with him!

"Mother, there are man-eating wild beasts on the mountain. Do we really have to go up the mountain?"

Yang Erlang was reluctantly pulled back up the mountain.

Yang Zhangshi said irritably, "What do you want to do if you don't go up the mountain? Didn't you see that group of refugees coming this way?"

"What are you afraid of? We don't have any food, let them take it."

Those people just want food; as long as they can find it, Yang Erlang doesn't mind being robbed.

Anyway, they have nothing to eat right now.

But he just didn't want to go up the mountain.

He was afraid of being eaten by wild animals.

Many others shared his idea and peeked out from behind the tree.

“That’s right, Yang Zhangshi, Yulin Mountain is not easy to climb. There are a lot of poisonous snakes and ferocious beasts in there. Don’t risk your life. Whoever goes can go, but I’m not going.”

"I'm not going either."

"Me too."

Figures could already be seen moving on the official road outside the woods, and Yang Zhangshi felt a sense of panic.

"Erlang, Wang Feng and Tie Niu have already gone up the mountain. Are you really not going?"

Yang Erlang shook his head desperately.

“No, Mother. If you’re scared, go up the mountain first. I’ll call you back after the refugees leave. Don’t go too far.”

"I'm leaving."

Yang Zhangshi stamped her foot and ran away in a flash.

At this moment, the refugees had already rushed into the woods and surrounded the remaining fifty or so people from Chenjiagou.

The scarred man at the head of the group narrowed his long, thin eyes, looking displeased.

"Where are the people? Why are there only these?"

One of the refugees pointed to Yang Zhangshi's figure as she struggled to climb up the mountain and said, "Boss, they're over there."

The scarred man looked up at the mountain in the direction the other man was pointing, and saw dozens of tiny black dots.

His brows were furrowed tightly, and the blood-red scar on his face trembled with every movement.

Yang Erlang felt a chilling aura and had long lost his carefree demeanor.

After a moment of silence, the scarred man swept his gaze across the remaining villagers of Chenjiagou.

“Take the young ones away, and kill the rest.”

"Yes, boss."

Upon receiving the order, the refugees sprang into action.

The people of Chenjiagou were all terrified.

"Ah! Don't kill my mother!"

"Let me go! Let me go!"

"You bastards! I'll fight you to the death!"

Screams suddenly echoed through the woods.

Young women were grabbed and dragged out of the woods by refugees. If they dared to resist, two or three refugees would drag and carry them away.

They didn't even spare the small ones; they grabbed them and left.

The remaining young ones would first interrogate you about whether you would go with them. If you agreed, you could stay; if you resisted, they would kill you with a single blow.

The old man and woman didn't need to ask any questions; they just took care of it with a single stab.

Yang Erlang didn't even need to ask; he obediently allowed the refugees to hold his knife and lead him outside.

Can he disagree?

If he disagrees, he will die.

Wuwuwu——

He doesn't want to die.

"past!"

Yang Erlang was kicked and landed on his buttocks.

On the official road outside the woods, a vagrant with a roguish appearance pointed a large knife at Yang Erlang and several other villagers from Chenjiagou.

"I'm warning you, all of you better stay put. Anyone who dares to disobey, I'll chop them up with one knife!"

"what!"

Yang Erlang was at the very front. Seeing the broadsword coming straight at his face, he was so frightened that he covered his head and crouched down.

The next second, everyone smelled a foul, pungent odor of urine.

Yang Erlang was so frightened that he wet his pants.

"Tch—coward."

The refugee scoffed and carried his broadsword away from them.