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

In less than fifteen minutes, the villagers of Chenjiagou were dragged out of the woods by the fierce refugees.

Several young men resisted fiercely, but were killed with a single stab.

Several elderly people had their necks severed with a single blow, their deaths were gruesome.

Of the remaining group, there were more than twenty young adults, nine young women, and only four children.

A shifty-eyed vagrant approached the scarred man, his face full of obsequiousness, and said, "Boss, there are too few kids. Shall I take the brothers up the mountain to arrest some?"

He squinted at the cowering child and couldn't help but frown.

There wasn't much meat on them, and a few dolls were only enough for the adults to have a small feast.

Undeterred, he continued to glance at the women.

Tsk.

These women were well-endowed with breasts and buttocks, and two of them had fair and delicate skin.

Hehe, once the eldest gets tired of playing, he'll have to enjoy himself properly.

The scarred man glanced at the Chenjiagou villagers opposite him with his dark eyes, his tone chilling: "No need, this is enough to last for half a month. As for those who went up the mountain..."

He looked at the distant green mountains, his face unfathomable.

"Hiding in the mountains and forests might allow them to survive, but there are also ruthless wild beasts there. Once they witness the ferocity of these beasts and a few of them die... they will obediently come down the mountain on their own."

Moreover, their goal is not just for these villagers.

Once they find a suitable mountain to settle down, there will be no shortage of refugees heading north.

The scarred man's lips curled into a cruel sneer. The scar, like a centipede, covered his entire right side of his face, making him look terrifying like a demon.

Although they weren't speaking loudly, Yang Erlang was squatting not far away.

The scarred man's words, "enough to last half a month," made him realize with a jolt that these refugees were planning to eat them!

what! !

I’m going to die!!!

If only I had known... if only I had known, he would have gone up the mountain with his mother, and he wouldn't have ended up as someone else's food!

Wuwuwu——

These are hardly refugees!

These are nothing but cannibalistic bandits!

Yang Erlang's legs trembled, and his teeth chattered uncontrollably.

How to do?How to do?

Are we really going to go back with them? To be fattened up like livestock and then slaughtered?

Wuwuwu——

He doesn't want it!

He furtively glanced up at the leader of the refugees opposite him, his eyes darting around nervously.

Or should we take advantage of the chaos and escape?

"Boss, everyone's been taken care of, the rest are all here."

The roguish-looking man came over carrying a large knife to report.

The scarred man looked away, about to speak, but was interrupted by a series of desperate shouts.

“Listen to me, people of Chenjiagou! They’re not ordinary refugees, they’re bandits! They’re capturing us to eat us as food reserves!”

The people of Chenjiagou turned pale instantly.

"What?! They're going to eat us?!"

"They actually ate people!"

"vomit--"

Some people, upon imagining that scene, vomited up their leftovers.

Yang Erlang scrambled to his feet and shouted, "Listen up, Chenjiagou folks! Anyone who doesn't want to die, follow me and charge out! We outnumber them, I don't believe they'll dare kill us all!"

Mudd!

Yang Erlang was a coward his whole life, and in the end he was to be eaten by his own kind?

He'd rather die a cowardly death than die such a pathetic one!

The twenty-odd young men from Chenjiagou, though their faces were frighteningly pale, all revealed a look of resignation to their fate.

Yang Erlang is right.

They can't just wait to be eaten!

Even the women were filled with shock and anger, saying, "I'd rather die than be eaten as food!"

"I'd rather die than surrender!"

The scarred man's face was grim. Before he could speak, the shifty-eyed man slapped his thigh and cursed, "Damn it! This is outrageous! Brothers, let's go!"

All the other refugees looked at the scarred man, waiting for his order to kill him.

The scarred man gave the shifty-eyed man a cold, sidelong glance.

It's now.

"Charge, Chenjiagou!"

With a shout, Yang Erlang took advantage of the moment when the refugees were stunned and darted out first.

"Come on -"

When the people of Chenjiagou saw him running up the mountain, they scattered in all directions.

"Stop! Stop everyone!"

The thirty-odd refugees were stunned for a moment, then, like an anthill that had exploded, they rushed around grabbing at the fleeing villagers.

It was also because they were careless, thinking that since the men had knives, these men wouldn't dare to act rashly, so they didn't tie their hands and feet.

Little did I know that this would cause such a mess.

"Bring me my bow and arrows."

The scarred man's eyes were bloodshot as he stared in the direction Yang Erlang had fled, a cruel smile playing on his lips.

very good.

"Boss, bow, bow and arrow."

A young refugee, his hands trembling, gritted his teeth and raised a longbow.

This longbow is 1.5 meters long, and it takes a full 230 kilograms of arm strength to draw it.

Among the refugees, only the scarred man has this ability.

There was no other reason than that he was once a hunter in the south, who made a living by hunting all year round and was skilled with a bow and arrow.

The scarred man took the bow and arrow, holding the bow in one hand and nocking the arrow in the other.

He casually pulled his arm back, and a bow and arrow as thick as a thumb were already on the string.

Aim and shoot.

Yang Erlang dared not look back, and kept running up the mountain.

He was panting heavily, his chest heaving like a broken bellows.

But he dared not stop.

Behind them were man-eating monsters.

He finally managed to escape through a loophole and didn't want to be caught again and eaten like livestock.

Seeing his mother's figure in the distance, he excitedly waved and shouted, "Mom! Mom! Wait for me, I—uh—"

A piercing pain shot through his body, and Yang Erlang's mouth gaped open, too painful to utter a single word.

He looked down and was horrified to see an arrow, as thick as a thumb, piercing his chest.

The arrows were incredibly sharp, and covered in blood.

"Erlang—"

He heard his mother's desperate cries, and Yang Erlang's outstretched arm suddenly fell.

Its slender frame collapsed with a gust of wind.

"Snapped."

Yang Erlang is dead.

"Boss, your archery skills are simply amazing, I admire you."

The roguish-looking man gave the scarred man a thumbs-up, his eyes filled with envy.

I wish he could have the same archery skills as his boss, hitting the bullseye every time.

"Those who obey stay, kill the rest."

The scarred man gave a cold instruction and turned to leave.

The refugees were aggressively arresting people, but Yang Zhangshi was crying her heart out.

"Erlang, my dear Erlang, you died such a tragic death! You damned refugees, why don't you all just die? Give me back my Erlang! Waaaaah—"

Old woman Niu rolled her eyes and said impatiently, "Yang Zhangshi, if you want to die, go find a place to die yourself, don't drag us down with you."

"Are you howling so loudly because you think not enough people have died in Chenjiagou?"

As soon as she said that, others immediately joined in with whispered reprimands.

"Exactly, Yang Zhangshi, is this the time to wail? What if we attract more refugees? Are you going to intercept and kill them?"

"Stop talking, or you'll attract those plague-ridden killers down below again."