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The once joyful banquet turned into a hell on earth in an instant. Under the glow of flames, soldiers slaughtered unarmed civilians like wild beasts. Villagers fled in all directions, their cries and screams filling the entire village, blood splattering everywhere, creating an extremely tragic scene. This originally peaceful village was now filled with despair and fear.
Xiao Yun was so frightened that she couldn't speak, her eyes wide open and tears streaming down her face. Her heart was filled with indescribable fear and pain, her hands and feet cold, her body trembling slightly. Dashan tightly held onto Xiao Yun and Chunhua, with only one thought in his mind: to protect his family and lead them away from this chaos and death.
At that moment, Zhang Yi held a hoe in his hand, his face full of anger and determination. His eyes were wide open, flames of rage burning in his chest. He cursed fiercely, "Damn it! These bastards!"
Then he looked at the family of three and urged urgently, "Hurry! Escape towards the eastern exit!" His voice was filled with immense determination and courage, his gaze revealing an unwavering belief.
Dashan nodded gratefully. He knew that Zhang Yi's resolve was to protect them and buy them time to escape. He grabbed Xiao Yun with one hand and held Chunhua with the other, nervously running towards the eastern exit.
Just then, Zhang Yi charged recklessly towards the soldiers pursuing them from behind. His figure appeared so resolute and brave in the firelight, the hoe raised high as he swung it down towards the brutal soldiers. His roar echoed in the night sky, filled with fearlessness and determination.
"You all go!" Zhang Yi shouted loudly, his voice brimming with immense strength and courage.
The Dashan family dared not look back; they could only continue running forward. Their hearts were filled with fear and despair, but they also understood that Zhang Yi's sacrifice was to give them a chance at survival. They ran desperately, their footsteps hurried, their hearts pounding like thunder.
Xiao Yun tightly held her father's hand, her eyes filled with tears. She knew that everything had come so suddenly and cruelly. Her heart was filled with pain and helplessness, but she also understood that she had to be strong to survive.
Chunhua kept glancing back while running, her heart full of worry and unease. She knew how determined Zhang Yi was, but she also understood how dangerous his situation was against so many soldiers.
In this darkness and chaos, every corner of the village was filled with danger and the scent of death. Everyone was desperately fleeing for their lives, trying to find a glimmer of hope. The Dashan family ran amidst the flames and bloodshed, holding onto one belief: no matter what, they had to survive for that sliver of light, to protect each other.
As night deepened, the screams and cries from the village echoed in the night sky, bringing endless fear and despair. The figures of the Dashan family weaved through the darkness.
A family desperately rushed toward the exit to the east, where there were no soldiers yet, and they were close to escaping. Dashan pulled Xiao Yun and Chunhua along, filled with hope. However, just as the three were about to break free, three dark figures suddenly descended from the sky, landing gracefully and silently in front of them, blocking their path.
These three shadows were the Shadow Guards, and the leader coldly stared at Xiao Yun, his gaze sharp like an eagle's. His face bore no expression, only a chilling and ruthless demeanor, as if he were composed entirely of coldness and cruelty.
Dashan immediately positioned himself in front of Xiao Yun and Chunhua, his eyes fixed on the newcomers with a mix of fear and determination. He grabbed a wooden stick nearby, raised it high, and shouted, "Don't come any closer!"
His shout seemed so powerless in the night sky; although his voice was filled with resolve, his hands trembled uncontrollably. Faced with these cold-blooded assassins, his heart was filled with terror, but he knew he had to protect his family at all costs.
The leader of the Shadow Guards let out a cold laugh, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes. His voice was as icy as the winter wind: "Do you really think you can stop us?"
Dashan's heart trembled at those words, but he stood firm, refusing to take a step back. He knew he was the only barrier between his family and danger; no matter how scared he was, he could not retreat.
"Run!" Dashan whispered urgently to Xiao Yun and Chunhua, his voice filled with anxiety and despair.
Tears filled Xiao Yun and Chunhua's eyes as they clutched tightly to Dashan's sleeve, overwhelmed by fear and helplessness. They understood that their father was fighting for their chance to escape, but they simply could not leave him behind; they could not abandon their only protector.
The Shadow Guards advanced step by step, their eyes filled with murderous intent. Dashan's hands trembled even more violently, but he continued to hold the wooden stick high, ready to fight to the death.
"I won't let you harm my family!" Dashan shouted loudly, his voice brimming with unwavering determination and courage.
At that moment, the leader of the Shadow Guards struck swiftly like lightning, swinging a sword. Dashan felt a flash before his eyes; the wooden stick in his hand was split in two, and a sharp pain shot through his arm as blood instantly soaked his sleeve.
"Dashan!" Chunhua screamed, her eyes filled with despair and anguish.
Xiao Yun was filled with immense fear as she tightly held her mother's hand, tears streaming down her face. She knew that at this moment, they had nowhere to escape; the enemy before them was so powerful that it made them feel utterly helpless.
The Shadow Guards coldly stared at the family of three, a cruel glint flashing in their eyes. They advanced step by step, the weapons in their hands glinting with a chilling light, bringing an endless sense of fear and the aura of death.
Li Mu looked at the towering figure before him with anger. At that moment, the figure's right arm was covered in blood, and his legs trembled as he struggled to stay upright. The pain made his body shudder involuntarily, but he persisted, doing everything he could to protect Xiao Yun and Chunhua, trying to buy them a chance to escape.
Determination and despair filled the figure's gaze; he knew he had to hold on no matter how painful it was. He could not allow his family to be harmed. His breath came in quick gasps, cold sweat beading on his forehead, with only one belief in his heart: to protect Xiao Yun and Chunhua at any cost.
Li Mu watched this scene with disgust and contempt. His gaze was cold and merciless, a slight smirk curling at the corners of his mouth, revealing a hint of mockery. Such weakness and struggle made him feel utterly sickened and disdainful.
"Too weak... the stench of weakness... it's truly disgusting," Li Mu said softly, his tone filled with unparalleled contempt and loathing. His voice was as cold as ice, each word like a blade piercing into the figure's heart.
Hearing these words only fueled the figure's anger further, but he could not retort because he knew he could not defeat this powerful enemy before him. He could only hold on with all his strength, trying to protect his family and using his last bit of energy to help Xiao Yun and Chunhua escape from this hell of despair.
"Xiao Yun, Chunhua, run!" he said with great difficulty, his voice filled with pain and helplessness. He knew he had reached his limit, but he could not give up; he could not let his family be harmed.
Xiao Yun and Chunhua's eyes were filled with tears; they couldn't bear to leave him behind, but they also knew this was their only chance. They tightly held each other's hands, their hearts filled with endless sorrow and determination.
At that moment, Li Mu coldly raised the sword in his hand, a flash of murderous intent crossing his gaze. His movements were swift and decisive; the sword light flickered, bringing an aura of impending death.
"Go!" the figure shouted with all his might, his eyes filled with unwavering determination and despair.
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