Alayanzong's explanation to these refugees was almost feeble, and they simply couldn't listen to it.

No matter what Alayanzong said, they only had one theory, that is, they wanted to climb over the high wall and go to Dorgumeng City. Even if they died on the way, they would never regret it. It was better than suffering here.

Faced with the refugees who came one after another, the Alayanzong could not be persuaded by your repeated appeals. The Alayanzong would not use force against these unarmed people in front of them. It would be impossible to argue with words alone.

It won't have any effect.

Even though Ula's Peach, Fujino's Orchid, and Allah's Waiter were on the side to persuade them, the extremely excited refugees couldn't listen at all.

They said that if they continued to waste like this, even if they could not die of hunger, they would still have no interest in life. They might as well go into the mountains and explore, maybe they could find a way to survive.

While Ala Yanzong and others were in a state of distress, the old village chief Mo Xu Shanying ran over with his four sons.

From a distance, Mo Xu Shanying saw the commotion of people rushing toward the mountain pass. He felt something was wrong, so he called his four sons to go and have a look.

Standing on a stone half as tall as a man, Moxu Mountain Eagle shouted loudly:

"Fellow folks, please listen to me. Why don't you let us cross this high wall? We have said it before and everyone has expressed our understanding. I don't know why you went back on your word today?

"Everyone knows that the epidemic is quite serious now and is spreading across the country. However, only Dolgumeng City has not yet broken out. If we bring the epidemic there, no one in our Utopia will be spared.

"If that's the case, this will not only expose all people to the threat of plague, but also lead to a decline in national strength and the risk of annihilation. In order to allow the unnecessary nation to continue to reproduce, we must leave the seeds of the nation.

"This requires us to make contributions and sacrifices. We are already in the midst of an epidemic. We may live and more likely die. In this case, why don't we die with some value?

"The moment has come when we need to make sacrifices! For the sake of the righteousness of the nation and the future of the nation, our sacrifice is worth it! Our descendants will always remember us!"

The impetuous refugees were immediately silenced by the impassioned words of the old village chief, as if his words had touched people's souls.

However, suddenly a sharp, hoarse voice came out from the crowd.

"That's nonsense! You're demagoguery! We don't want to be famous forever, we just want to live! It's of no use whether future generations will remember us. We only care about whether we can live now! Whoever wants to be famous forever will do it.

Go ahead and sacrifice, we don’t want to anyway. This high wall can’t stop us, we must get over it!”

This counter-argument was sung again, and then some people began to discuss it noisily. It seemed that the words of the old village chief just now were in vain.

There was some commotion in the crowd, and some people actually started pushing and shoving the guarding villagers.

At first, the guards did not show their swords, but only used their bare hands to stop the passionate refugees.

However, the confrontation quickly escalated. Some people had already begun to take serious action, because a villager was stabbed by someone unknown and fell down.

When they saw the blood flowing out, the crowd was like an explosion. The villagers who were guarding also showed their weapons. The so-called refugees also pulled out short blades from their waists and stabbed the guards one after another.

This sudden change not only surprised the old village chief, but also caught Alayanzong off guard.

When did the refugees hide swords on their bodies? Why do these people look so strong, and what kind of food is there? Are they really refugees?

This seems to be a conspiracy!

A man ran toward Alayanzong, shouting that he must cross the wall. But when he approached Alayanzong, a short sword suddenly appeared in his hand, and he was about to stab Alayanzong in the abdomen.

Ala Yanzong reached out with his left hand and restrained his sword-holding wrist. He heard the opponent's "Oops" sound and the dagger fell to the ground.

Ala Yanzong saw something strange about his collar, so he pulled off his coat. Underneath the torn gray robe was actually a tight-fitting black garment.

He seemed to have an impression of this black dress, as if he had seen it somewhere.

At this time, another strong man struck from the right side of Alayanzong with a knife.

Ala Yanzong raised his foot and kicked the short knife away, grabbed it with his hand, and pulled open the collar of his gray robe. He was also dressed in black, just like the previous man.

This group of people are not former refugees. This was premeditated! They deliberately provoked troubles and conflicts.

Ala Yanzong shouted loudly, "All guards listen to my order, step back ten steps, and form a line fighting formation in groups of three. They are not refugees, they are bandits! If they dare to approach the former, they will be shot to death!"

Upon hearing Alayanzong's order, the defenders took a few steps back and took up their positions. According to the offensive and defensive tactics taught to them by Alayanzong, they quickly organized and faced the enemy together.

The gameplay that was a bit chaotic just now suddenly became orderly.

The chaotic refugees quickly divided into two groups. One group continued to rush forward and fought with the guards. The other group retreated, their faces full of panic and fear.

Some people fell down during the retreat and were trampled by the chaotic footsteps, and there were wailing and crying sounds. Some people could no longer stand up.

Seeing someone retreating, the sharp and slightly hoarse voice among the refugees sounded again.

"We can't retreat! We can't retreat! We must kill them all at once. Only then can we get over the high wall and have hope of survival!"

This voice is so familiar!

Ala Yanzong looked into the crowd, and the man seemed to have disappeared. He was blocked by the crowd and could not see his face.

Ala Yanzong felt a thump in his heart and thought it was impossible! If his guess was correct, how could they come here? But the voice was so similar to someone he was very familiar with.

With this thought in his mind, Ala Yanzong reached out and knocked down a scimitar, pulled the "refugee" over, took off his collar, and saw that he was still wearing black clothes. Then he straightened his face and asked, "Who are you?"

"I...I...we are refugees too!" The man felt a little timid when he saw that he was being restrained.

"Where are you from?" Ala Yanzong put more force on his hands.

A heart-wrenching pain spread along his arm, and the man kept saying "Ouch" and "May...Made Manor!"

Mede Manor? This answer made Alayanzong even more convinced that the sharp and hoarse voice just guessed should be Yeluha.

But he couldn't be seen in the crowd. Who was he? These people were all wearing almost the same gray robes, some were still fresh, and some were in tatters. They seemed to be deliberately torn and rubbed all over.

of soil.

Alayanzong immediately kicked the man away and looked around, trying his best to find Yeluha.

But he knew that Yeluha alone would not have the guts to organize the refugees to cause trouble. There must be someone else.

Looking at the noisy and fighting people, in this chaotic scene, even though Ala Yanzong had extremely keen hearing, he could not find that familiar person.

After some observation, Ala Yanzong was convinced that the people fighting with the villagers should indeed be from Med Manor.

Those who retreated were the real refugees. They were just following the booing, but when the fight started, they all retreated.

Although the guarding villagers formed a team of three and two to attack and defend, there were only a few dozen people after all, which was too small.

The hundreds of people on the other side looked a little scattered, but they were extremely skillful in wielding swords, as if they had been trained for many years.

Naturally, the villagers couldn't resist, and both sides began to suffer casualties.

The guards were retreating steadily, and if they retreated ten meters, they would reach the high wall. If these people were allowed to attack the high wall, they would have no way to retreat and would be defeated.

Absolutely cannot be defeated!
Chapter completed!