AWB Chapter 907 My life is over
Chapter 907 My life is over
That's what she said, but when Lu Qingqing helped her clean the wound, she still saw tears mixed with blood flowing down the corners of her eyes.
Yes, what woman wouldn't cherish her appearance?
Even in modern times, with its open social customs and free economy, disfigured women still face hardship.
Moreover, in this day and age.
Seeing the tears in the woman's eyes, Lu Qingqing added extra space water when rinsing the wound with her water pouch.
The water gradually washed away the bloodstains from the woman's face, and the spatial water slowly began to take effect.
The wound, which had been severely torn open, was slowly healing.
The woman felt pain and itching on her face, but she assumed it was just pain from cleaning the wound and didn't think anything was wrong.
Lu Qingqing rinsed the medicine bag for a while, and when she felt it was about right, she began to sprinkle the powder on it.
A thick layer of medicinal powder covered the original wound.
She then took a clean white cloth and used it to secure the wound.
When the bandage was finished, most of the woman's head was covered by a white cloth.
She was unaware that her wounds had healed considerably; she was simply wondering what she should do next.
Although her heart was heavy, she still thanked Lu Qingqing softly.
Lu Qingqing gave her a few simple instructions, then took the medicine to treat the wounds of the remaining people.
A quarter of an hour later, Lu Qingqing led the lightly injured people out of the courtyard.
As previously discussed with Qin Lang and Sun Chengkun, the group headed straight for the southwest.
Actually, we hadn't gone very far when we heard the sounds of fighting again.
However, this time the number of refugees encountered was not too large.
When the group rushed over, only about twenty refugees remained standing.
Lu Qingqing drew the long sword hanging from her waist and led the charge.
While the battle raged on here, trouble arose in the courtyard.
About fifteen minutes ago, the three old men, including Zhuang, were sitting on the kang (a heated brick bed) talking in hushed tones.
Mai Sui and her son gradually calmed down.
Unexpectedly, a banging sound suddenly came from outside the courtyard gate.
Along with the sound of banging on the door, there were also threatening voices from the refugees.
"We know there are people inside, please open the door quickly, we just want some food."
If you don't open the door, we'll break it down.
Then your whole family will not live!
Old Zhuang pressed his ear against the window, listening to the refugees' threats, his face grave.
The courtyard they rented had its gate repaired, but no one knew how long it would last.
Judging from the noise of the refugees outside, there must be dozens of them.
If so many people get in, he and Mai Sui and her daughter will probably have no chance of survival.
As Old Zhuang listened to the shouting and banging on the door outside, he thought the same thing Bai Song had thought before.
Only four words echoed in my mind: "My life is over!"
At that moment, the refugees outside were desperately banging on the door.
But the gate is sturdy; it's probably hard to break through.
Some of the refugees were quick-witted, so they called to their companions and climbed onto the top of the wall by stepping on each other.
They thought that once they jumped in and opened the door, they could just rob the family.
The man who jumped down let out a scream and then fell silent.
The refugees waiting outside shouted for the people banging on the door to stop, and listened for a while while peering over the wall.
Only after confirming that he didn't hear anyone in the yard did he climb onto the wall, stepping on people.
This time, he even used a torch to check his surroundings before jumping.
There was clearly a trap where that person jumped down.
He simply assumed that the man was unlucky and had fallen right into a trap.
So he moved a little closer to the top of the wall and jumped down from a different spot.
But when it was his turn, he wasn't much better off than the person before him.
The refugees waiting outside only heard a few screams this time, and then there was no more sound.
After the two men gave their lives as a warning, no one tried to climb the wall again.
Everyone gathered at the doorway and tried to ram it in.
Inside the house, Old Man Zhuang heard two screams and realized that someone had probably climbed over the wall and fallen into the trap.
He listened at the window for a while longer, and apart from the sound of the door being banged on outside, he didn't hear any more footsteps in the yard.
The anxiety I had just felt has eased a little.
Maisui Niang was unaware of the situation outside, and her voice trembled slightly.
"Uncle Zhuang, what should we do if those refugees come in?"
Old Zhuang could hear the fear in her voice. Although he was terrified himself, he still comforted her:
"It's okay, there will be a way."
I've walked this long road from Beijing to Fushan Town.
It's impossible for us to capsize in such a small place.
God will surely leave us a way out!
"Oh right, there's a way out! Young man Qing left me something!"
As he spoke, he frantically reached for the windowsill and grabbed the grenades that Lu Qingqing had given him.
These few cold little things in his hands gave Old Man Zhuang immense courage at that moment.
At this moment, he was like a traveler in a desert.
After being thirsty for three whole days, I suddenly felt the sensation of water.
He held several grenades, seemingly both to persuade Mai Sui and her daughter and to encourage himself.
"With these things, we'll definitely survive!"
"If those guys actually dare to break in, I'll throw these out, and they won't get away with it!"
As he said this, he moved the things piled up in front of the window to make room, and then lifted the tattered quilt that was used to block the wind.
I pushed the window open and found that it was completely frozen shut.
In addition, the windows had been sealed off from the outside, so even with all his strength, he still couldn't open them.
For a moment, he panicked.
This grenade is powerful, but what if I can't throw it?
My heart, which was already racing with fear, is now in even greater turmoil.
Mai Sui noticed that something was wrong with him and went over to ask him.
"Grandpa Zhuang, what is this thing used for?"
Hearing the girl's clear voice, Old Man Zhuang subconsciously replied.
"If you pull the tab off this thing and throw it, it will explode."
As Old Zhuang spoke, he looked at the door again and let out a long sigh.
The window is so small that people have to crawl in by lying down.
If the window is open, he can take the initiative with the grenade.
If a refugee wanted to go in, he would throw one out.
It could not only kill a few refugees, but it might also scare them away.
And even if the window is open, it's small.
He's inside with a knife; he might be able to hold out.
But the door is too big; if it's opened...
Even with those few grenades, they still wouldn't be able to defeat those refugees.
Actually, he wanted to open the window not only to protect Qingqing and Xiaoyue's belongings in the house, but also to protect the horses in the stable.
After raising them for so long, he had developed a bond with them.
Especially the little white dog that Qingya raised, it's incredibly intelligent.
Alas, if refugees were to break in, the horses would probably all be eaten!
Thinking of this, Old Zhuang tried to move his things so he could bring in as many horses as possible from the stable.
Just as they were about to move the cabinet, they heard the sound of wood breaking outside.
Upon hearing this voice, the three of them immediately froze.
Mai Sui and her son were terrified!
Just like this, their yard gate was broken open.
The refugees outside, who had been banging on the door for a long time, were overjoyed when they heard the sound of the door breaking.