There is no shortage of food on the way to escape famine, and Miss Luck is busy farming

If these people are desperate and risk their lives to grab food, then they may face a large group of terrifying enemies.

Qiao Ran didn't dare to let down her guard. Now they had to face not only the refugees from other villages, but also the villagers from the other three villages who were originally their companions.

When a person is extremely hungry, he can really do anything.

What's more, the people in those three villages are not good people.

Qiao Ran decided that she must tell the old village chief tomorrow to speed up and stay away from these people.

Anyway, they are full and can travel quickly. As long as they surpass these people, there will not be so many refugees in front of them, and there will not be so many dangers.

Worried about danger tonight, the Qiao family asked Lin Guizhen to sleep in the carriage with her three 5-year-old children.

There was some food on the carriage, which was not very spacious, but there was nothing we could do about it now.

Lin Guizhen was lying half-ly on two bags of grain, with a quilt spread under her body. She didn't feel uncomfortable at all, and this position was actually more comfortable for pregnant women with a big belly.

Qiao Yue was lying next to her mother, while Qiao Bei and Qiao Xing were lying on the benches on both sides of the carriage.

Qiao Ran was lying next to her carriage. Seeing that everyone was resting, her consciousness entered the space. She went upstairs to her room, opened the secret door of the closet and walked in.

In this hidden dressing room, she opened an inconspicuous little drawer and took out a small pocket pistol from it.

In her previous life, Qiao Ran was a member of a special organization. She could accept new tasks and set off immediately at any time, so she always had a pistol by her side.

She walked out of the space with her pocket pistol, deliberately not asking for a silencer.

At special moments, gunshots can also shock people.

In the middle of the night, when everyone was sleeping soundly, there was suddenly a violent "bang bang bang" sound of gongs, and everyone in their dreams was awakened.

Qiao Ran immediately opened her eyes and sat up.

As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw a group of more than a dozen refugees trying to break into the circle through the outside, regardless of the obstruction of the Qingshui Village men who were keeping vigil.

The men lying sleeping outside the circle immediately picked up the weapons around them, stood up and loudly threatened the refugees, asking them to retreat quickly.

Among the dozen or so refugees, several were pushed out by the men.

But a few rushed in quickly, took a look at the grain bags that they had long admired, picked them up and ran out.

There were even two people who took a fancy to a family's grain bags at the same time, and they were fighting over each other.

The villagers who were awakened immediately stood up and rushed over to drive out the refugees who were robbing food.

Soon, these refugees were outnumbered and were driven out by the villagers, and the food was snatched back.

However, during the scramble, one of the grain bags was torn open, and the white cornmeal spilled onto the ground. With a chaotic scramble, a large piece of grass was spread in white.

Even in the dark night, under the light of the fire, the white flowers on the grass were particularly conspicuous.

Other refugees around Qingshui Village were also alarmed by the noise here, and many people stood up.

Some looked at the commotion here numbly, while others slowly showed a look of madness in their eyes.

Stimulated by the patch of white cornmeal spilled out from the grain bag, many refugees rushed over excitedly, heading towards the man who had just snatched back his own grain bag and was looking distressedly inside the bag to see what was left. The villagers who poured out cornmeal rushed over.

"Don't come here! Get out! If you come here again we will beat someone!" "Get out, otherwise the sword in my hand will not recognize anyone!"

"How dare you, son of a bitch, steal my food? I'll beat you to death!"

The villagers of Qingshui Village waved their machetes, hoes and sticks in their hands to warn the refugees who rushed towards them with red eyes.

However, firstly, they were stimulated by the food, and secondly, everyone had a herd mentality. Seeing more and more people rushing over to grab the food, other people couldn't sit still and rushed over.

In addition to the old, weak, women and children, the total number of adult men and teenagers in Qingshui Village is only over 200.

Faced with hundreds of refugees rushing towards them, how can they stop them for a moment?

They actually made those people rush through the outer protective circle, rush inside, and reach out to grab the bags that looked like they contained food.

But the old, weak, women and children in Qingshui Village are not easy to bully. In the past few days, many people in the village have learned some beating skills from Qiao Ran.

He picked up a rolling pin, a pestle, a pole, and a strong wooden stick that he had picked up in the woods that he had prepared long ago, and knocked them against the refugees who rushed over to steal their food.

Some people felt pain and subconsciously retracted their hands.

But more refugees were already going crazy with hunger. The awareness that they were about to have food made their brains surge with blood. Regardless of the pain in their bodies, they tried to grab the food with red eyes.

The three carriages in Qingshui Village were particularly conspicuous, and many refugees rushed directly to the carriages.

The Qiao family's carriage and the two carriages shared by the whole village were parked in the center of the protective circle, not far away.

The three brothers Qiao Erhe and Qiao Dongqiao Nan were guarding the outside. The only ones left beside the carriage were the old, weak, women and children.

Qiao Ran tightened her grip on the long stick she had just picked up from the ground and swept it towards the dozen or so refugees rushing towards her carriage.

A dozen refugees were swept to the ground, and two others who had slipped through the trap had rushed to the front of the carriage and were about to lift the curtain.

Qiao Ran's eyes turned cold, and with two "pop" sounds, the stick hit the two people's heads.

The two refugees whose hands had touched the carriage curtain fell down in response.

But the curtain of the carriage had been torn down by one of the refugees. Lin Guizhen, who had just woken up in the carriage, was holding three young children in her arms and looking at the chaotic and terrifying scene outside with some fear.

"Third aunt, don't be afraid. Watch out for the three children and don't let them run around."

Qiao Ran warned, then waved the stick and hit the refugees who had just been knocked to the ground and got up again.

However, the carriage carriage with its curtains torn open was exposed to everyone, and the bulging bags in the carriage immediately attracted the attention of the refugees.

More refugees rushed over desperately.

Food! So much food! If you grab it, you won’t have to go hungry!

The refugees only had a few bags of food in their eyes, and they rushed over without caring about anything else.

Chen Huiniang, Mrs. Qiao, and 7-year-old Qiao Xi all stood beside the carriage, closely protecting the four people in the carriage.

Mrs. Qiao waved the crutch in her hand and hit the refugees who were rushing towards them on the head and face.