A dull wooden "squeaking" sound caught everyone's attention. Nanmeng quickly followed the sound and looked over. Everything was as calm as before.
He suddenly felt something was wrong, sat high on the horse, raised his hand and ordered: "Everyone, be careful!"
Everyone was startled, and soon looked around with great vigilance. Some of the children in the baskets were even frightened and began to cry faintly.
"Benefactor, why is there no one here?"
Nan Meng was already upset by the bad weather. He lowered his head and groaned: "How do I know?"
The honest man stopped talking. He asked this question knowing that there was no answer, but he just wanted to relieve the tension in his heart. Each of these people was like a frightened bird.
Nanmeng looked around behind him and counted the number of people. There were about fifteen or six people, most of whom were old, weak, women and children. If there was really an ambush here, the situation would be very bleak.
The road ahead seemed a little strange, like a broken line interrupted from the middle. Nanmeng felt something was wrong. Before he could give instructions, he saw a thick rope growing out of the road ahead, with both ends pulled together.
He knocked the two or three men in front of Nanmeng off their feet.
In the chaos, more than a dozen villagers quickly rushed out from all directions, all with red faces, holding hoes, sickles, sticks and other things that could be used as weapons.
Nanmeng shouted nervously: "Everyone, be careful, don't spread out and stick together tightly!"
Qian Qian in her arms probably felt the movement around her, and woke up dimly. After opening her eyes, she immediately frowned and raised her hands to support her head - why do you feel so uncomfortable?
When Nan Meng saw it, he smiled and said: "Are you awake?" Now that Qian Qian was awake, he could at least sit on the horse without falling off, so that Nan Meng could have one hand free to direct the battle.
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"Where is this? What is going on?"
When Qian Qian opened her eyes in confusion, she saw these eager people gradually surrounding her, with the word hatred written on everyone's face.
Nanmeng didn't have time to explain it to her, so he just said, "Take care of yourself!" Then he jumped down, walked to the front of the team, and said loudly to those wielding sickles: "We passed by here, and we just want to
Come here and ask for a bowl of water. If I disturb you, please apologize in advance!"
At this time, those people had formed a semicircle around Nan Meng and others. Since most of the opponents were young and middle-aged men, and they were all armed with weapons, the situation was not favorable for Nan Meng's side.
They looked at each other, and there was a trace of hesitation on their faces, probably because they saw the child on the basket. But only for a moment, their rebellious expressions returned.
Seeing Nan Meng speak, everyone focused their hateful eyes on Nan Meng, and Nan Meng suddenly felt a burning heat on his back.
The other party led a man with a full beard and piercing eyes and yelled: "Why are you just here to ask for a bowl of water?