Rebirth: The whole family travels through time together: Fubao Koi is busy eating melons

"As for moving away from Zhangjia Village, how easy is that? The bandits have been entrenched in Black Dragon Mountain for many years and have deep roots. Where can we escape to? Besides, who would be willing to give up this land that our ancestors have relied on for survival and cultivated for many years?"

"Some people even suggested hiding in the neighboring village temporarily. Do they naively think that this will help us avoid disaster? Little do they know that our escape will only attract the wrath of the bandits. They might take advantage of the situation and set fire to the village. If we cannot loot enough property, the neighboring village will be the next target. By then, we will not only be unable to protect ourselves, but also our close friends and relatives will be implicated."

This analysis is cold and realistic, like a cold winter wind that penetrates into the bones and makes everyone tremble as if they are in a world of ice and snow.

The villagers' hearts were like a mirror. Although the old village chief's words were cruel, every word was true. But this truth was like a death sentence. The future of Zhangjia Village seemed bleak and the road ahead was uncertain.

In the threshing ground, it was so quiet that only the occasional sob could be heard. People either shed tears secretly or sighed to the sky. Good days had just begun, but who would have thought that the world was so unpredictable and the road ahead would be so difficult?

Just as despair was spreading, Xu Liyun stepped forward, waved his arms vigorously, and let out a deafening shout: "Instead of sitting and waiting to die, it is better to take the initiative and catch those bandits in one fell swoop!"

Her words were like sparks that instantly ignited the fighting spirit of the crowd.

When the villagers heard the words, they seemed to be inspired by an unknown force. They raised their fists and shouted along with Xu Liyun: "Yes! We will protect our homeland ourselves!"

Although this power came from a seemingly insignificant village, it was enough to shake the world.

The little girl in Zhang Laoer's arms seemed to feel the tense and exciting atmosphere around her, and her little face was filled with a childish determination.

Although her little hands were still a bit chubby, she tried hard to imitate her mother's clenched fists. Her little mouth opened and closed, and she shouted incoherently but resolutely: "Beat! Beat!"

The clear child's voice echoed in the air, infusing everyone present with an indescribable power.

With these shouts full of fighting spirit, every strong man and woman in every household in Zhangjia Village, young and old, were inspired by the momentum and stepped forward.

Some people held the axes they used to chop wood in their hands, and the sharp edges reflected a cold light in the moonlight.

Some carried heavy hoes on their shoulders. The tools originally used for farming became their weapons to resist foreign enemies.

What's more, even the iron pot lids used for cooking at home were urgently requisitioned and turned into temporary defensive shields. Although simple, they carried the villagers' indomitable will.

Mr. Zhou, who was standing by, felt mixed emotions when he saw this scene.

He knew very well that these simple tools were all the resistance the people of Zhangjia Village could muster, and this simple and pure determination made him feel a sense of respect for this small village.

Zhang Laoer took the opportunity to get closer to Zhou Xiucai and lowered his voice: "Zhou Xiucai, how are your arrangements going?"

Zhou Xiucai nodded slightly, his expression solemn but revealing confidence: "Everything has been arranged. When the time is right, my people will meet us at the foot of Black Dragon Mountain."

Zhang Laoer felt relieved when he heard this, and said sincerely: "Thanks to you!"

The two men knew that even though Zhangjia Village was a large village, numbers alone were not enough to defeat experienced bandits.

Those bandits were all battle-hardened and well-equipped, and were far beyond the reach of the villagers' farm tools.

The balance of war often tilts towards the side with better organization and tactical guidance.

Fortunately, Zhou Xiucai's assistance undoubtedly increased the chances of winning this seemingly unfair contest. The personnel he promised to send must be carefully selected warriors with real talents and skills.

The old village chief knew that time was running out, so he immediately arranged for the villagers to prepare dry food that was easy to carry in case of night raids.

Xu Liyun took on the responsibility of teaching the villagers self-defense skills. She personally demonstrated how to use limited conditions and physical instincts to resist the invasion of bandits, so that these farmers who usually only knew how to farm could at least learn some basic self-defense skills.

At first, there were many doubts in the village about the decision to let a woman take the lead, but when Xu Liyun easily manipulated the stone mill weighing hundreds of pounds, everyone's eyes were filled with awe.

Her strength silently proved everything, and from then on, the villagers no longer had any objection to her words.

Xu Liyun knew very well that it was impossible to transform these farmers into well-trained soldiers in just a few hours of training, so she repeatedly emphasized the importance of obeying orders, hoping that in the upcoming battle, they could face the enemy bravely instead of collapsing in fear.

Her wish is that every villager who participated in the protest can return safely.

Time flies by like a white horse, from the scorching sun to the rising crescent moon. Although a few hours of crash training cannot transform the villagers, there is more ruthlessness and determination in their eyes.

Holding various farm tools, they were ready to rush into the mysterious and steep Black Dragon Mountain under the leadership of Xu Liyun.

On the eve of departure, Xu Liyun gently stroked the heads of her children one by one to encourage them.

Seeing that Xiao Youniang was full of sorrow, she leaned over and kissed her daughter on the soft cheek. She said in a gentle but firm voice, "Youniang, be good and obedient. Go home and sleep with your sister first. Tomorrow morning, Daddy and Mommy will come back with the good news of victory."

The little girl nodded obediently, and then, as if she had thought of something, she suddenly threw herself into her parents' arms, hugged them tightly with her small arms, and whispered softly: "Then Daddy and Mom, as well as the uncles, aunts and aunts in the village, please come back safely."

The couple once again assured their daughter in the most solemn manner, then each picked up the weapons prepared for the battle and resolutely stepped over the threshold of the shabby hut.

The night is as dark as ink.

When the last ray of sunset glow fades away and all things sink into the embrace of the night, a silent feat is quietly unfolding in Zhangjia Village.

More than a hundred villagers, with their hearts as firm as a rock, followed a young woman. Although the woman was frail, she walked with firm steps and led everyone resolutely into the terrifying darkness of Black Dragon Mountain.

At the same time, at the foot of Black Dragon Mountain, the moonlight grew brighter, and the cold wind cut the face like a knife. Long Yi and the twenty or so officers he led were standing unsteadily, feeling extremely agitated.

One of them whispered anxiously, "Sir, are we really going to wait here in vain? The messenger was vague. What if there are no bandits in the mountains, but more dangerous beasts?"