Chapter 24 Clear sky, drought and thunder (please comment!)
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It also resonated in the hearts of the villagers.
Everyone's hearts trembled. Whether they were still doing farm work in the fields or staying at home doing chores, men, women, old and children ran out one after another. Some elderly people stood up, holding spears and daggers in their hands, and several hunters even carried weapons on their backs.
A wooden bow and a quiver slung on the waist.
"Go to the big willow tree at the east end of the village!"
"Hurry! The group of ginkgo bandits who suffered a natural disaster are here!"
"Da Zhuang! Take people to the entrance of the village, Shanhua! Tell the children to stop running around and hide at home first! Don't come out!"
"Ma Lao Si? Ma Lao Si, you fucking go to Liujia Village across the river and call someone!"
The elderly man held a spear and stood steadfastly in the middle of the village road with his thin body, fists clenched, and ordered one by one to the slightly flustered villagers who gathered around him.
"Don't worry! We have just sent someone to the county seat! County Master Li will send someone soon! Don't panic, everyone!"
He shouted loudly that everyone knew how far the county seat was from Majiatun, but when they heard this, many people relaxed and calmed down.
Soon, a group of people set out for the village entrance, mostly adults, both men and women. There were also a few half-grown men who were taller than a wheel and nervously took the sticks and weapons given by their parents and mingled with the crowd, and arrived at the village entrance together.
Boom!
The thunder roared loudly, but the people in Majiatun didn't care about it. They stared into the distance with their eyes wide open.
Wow!
A thin man in ragged clothes knocked out of the grass. His face could not be seen clearly and his hair was messy, but the stick with iron nails in his hand was particularly cold.
Stepping in the field, looking up, waving back.
The next moment, a scene appeared that gave everyone in the village a chill:
A total of seven or eight bandits of varying heights, fatness and weight, but obviously much cleaner clothes, walked out of the forest path with weapons in hand.
And behind them, ten, twenty, thirty...
At the entrance of the village, the elderly man holding a spear at the head felt as if his whole heart was tightly clenched at this moment.
Blood overflowed from his heart, his eyes were about to burst, his mouth was wide open and he was panting heavily, and he no longer had the calmness he had before.
Bah!
A slightly thin horse was kicking, revealing its figure from the shade of the trees, and on its back was a man with a rosy face, big arms and thick waist, wearing leather armor.
The man squinted his eyes and looked into the distance, then opened and closed his lips.
The villagers were too far away and heard nothing. Only the expression of the bandit beside the man changed, from numbness to bloodthirsty cruelty.