Lynn's eyes burned as he looked at them.
"Faced with the bandits' attacks, you can give up all the food, horses, and oxen, but what will you eat afterward?"
"You can choose to flee from here, but can your speed outmatch the horses? Can you outrun their arrows?"
"Even if you flee from here, who will step forward the next time you're faced with bandits? Who can guarantee that the one who dies won't be you?"
"Even if you reach the next village, faced with even stronger forces, can you still keep running? And where will you run to?"
The many villagers fell into deep thought.
Lynn took a step forward, his words striking like a hammer.
"Ladies and gentlemen..."
"The chance to live is something you have to fight for yourself!"
Relying solely on Lynn and Red is naturally no match for these bandits.
However, Lynn has the villagers!
The oppression of the Lord and bandits is like a whip.
The villagers are like lambs; they have power.
