"Run?"
"Come on, run again for me to see!"
"Damn it, if I don't break your legs!"
Under the big locust tree in the center of Xiangyang Village.
A fat man with a cigar in his mouth pointed at the crowd and cursed furiously, his eyes red with rage.
The old, weak, women, and children huddled together, their faces full of fear and despair, their hearts terrified to the extreme, bodies trembling uncontrollably.
The reason was simple.
This time, they couldn't escape nor had the chance to flee with their children and parents.
All the young men like Li Daniu who stayed behind to cover the retreat were lying in pools of blood, with broken heads and bruised faces, groaning in pain.
The seriously injured were unconscious, their life or death unknown.
Behind the fat man, over a hundred fierce men with bricks and sticks formed a large circle around the crowd under the tree.
In this situation, even if they had wings, they couldn't escape!
At this moment.
