Saving System: Calm Down, My Fleeing Host!-Chapter 125: United as One

Wei Wenxi nodded, indicating that he wouldn’t intervene, "Go ahead! You seem to have no one to practice with recently."

Cheng Beiniu strode forward, "Fellow villagers, let’s fight these beasts to the end. They have humiliated our children, beaten our women and elders, unforgivable and heinous! Let’s take up arms and fight to the death, kill these bastards, and avenge our loved ones."

Cheng Beiniu, not good with words, forced himself to recall these motivational words in his mind. After speaking them, he quickly opened the box, revealing an array of weapons: axes, broadswords, short swords, long whips, large hammers, bronze spears, and machetes—all fully equipped.

The oppressed men didn’t need much prodding from Cheng Beiniu; they were already on the brink of madness.

Cheng Beiniu shot arrows at the bandits in the distance trying to advance; Cheng Dashan took down the bandits nearby.

The men of Qingshan Village erupted with unprecedented strength, ignoring their injuries, staggered over. Those seriously wounded supported each other to come over and help distribute the weapons.

"Everyone, coordinate your attacks. Remember the Entrapment Technique Coach Leng taught us? Groups of three, encircle the bandits, and avenge our loved ones."

Cheng Beiniu also chose a large machete and joined in, instructing everyone to work together. Soon, the crowd spread out to surround the bandits in return, freeing more villagers.

In the courtyard, about a dozen bandits were counting supplies. Around twenty people formed a circle with torches, with a few guarding the lead bandit. The rest, over seventy bandits, freely picked through the goods in the field. Some engaged with the men of Qingshan Village. Even with several men attacking at once, skilled bandits still managed to subdue them.

The women were even fiercer, grabbing, scratching, kicking, and attacking in groups of two or three against one bandit. They attacked methodically, leaving no bandit able to prevail.

However, the bandits’ patience was waning, and they had already killed several villagers.

Were it not for needing to keep these people for food, the irate bandits would have wiped them out. Villagers would’ve had no chance to resist. After all, the bandits picking through the goods were unarmed, giving the villagers an opportunity.

Initially teasing, the bandits were incited to bloodlust upon seeing the villagers dare to take up arms.

The guards on the other side were already breached by Cheng Beiniu, who cut down several people. Over here, the bandits stopped tangling with the women and grabbed their weapons to kill the two troublemakers.

More and more villagers received weapons, even some women joined in. Their daughters were almost humiliated; how could they stand by? As mothers, they were courageous.

Moreover, they had some training; they found they could also attack in groups against one bandit.

Cheng Beiniu didn’t stop them, as there weren’t many men left who could wield weapons. If these women could hold back even a few bandits, it was beneficial.

When everyone realized that all the weapons were prepared by Cheng Xiaoxiao, they were filled with emotion.

At the time, people didn’t really believe the village would be ransacked by bandits. It was Cheng Xiaoxiao’s premonitions in dreams that rescued them time and time again.

She also prepared a large number of weapons for self-defense. They not only refrained from fighting the bandits but also hoped the bandits would spare them after looting. It was laughable; if bandits were that reasonable, they wouldn’t be called bandits.

They were foolish too; had they listened to the village chief earlier, they wouldn’t be in this position now.

Full of regret, the villagers flooded with anger and grief, each fearlessly charging at the bandits.

Exhilarated men finally realized the necessity of resistance. Once a person is weak, they are subject to humiliation and arbitrary slaughter.

Begging for mercy only results in more wanton abuse.

Any moral law is useless in front of evil men. When the moment comes, who will save you? The government? Don’t joke. The surroundings of Qingshan Village were devastated by floods; how better could it be outside?

Only by rising up in resistance can they bring their families a glimmer of hope.

Today’s brutal lesson was the first in apocalyptic survival for all in Qingshan Village, ensuring their survival in countless life-and-death tests afterward.

They also realized how lucky they were to have learned some martial skills. From now on, they must train harder to protect their families and the community.

The villagers of Qingshan Village were more united than ever, those strong enough surrounding the bandits, the injured tending each other.

Only Cheng Beiniu felt increased pressure facing the third-in-command. In his youth, he practiced Inner Strength, reaching the level of a Samurai. Later, he gave up martial arts for Dashan’s mother, so he remained at the Samurai level for years without breaking through.

Based on years of combat experience, he believed he could match an ordinary martial master. Unexpectedly, this person completely suppressed him. Could the opponent be a Grandmaster-level expert?

And then the bandit leader on the tall horse—what level could he be? At this moment, he regretted his impulsiveness.

If defeated, most of Qingshan Village’s villagers might die.

Cheng Beiniu, overwhelmed with unrest, got his ribs kicked and broke two, flying backward upon impact. As he landed, his large knife embedded into the ground with a scraping sound, sparks flew, skidding another three or four meters before stopping.

Cheng Beiniu felt his blood surging, spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood.

His chest ached intensely, sweat rolled down his face, but he dared not show any sign. He quietly wiped the blood from his lips, forcing himself to stand up.

Clenching the knife tightly, ready to strike, he couldn’t help but feel desolate inside. It seemed the outcome today looked grim.

The courtyard was even more chaotic, Qingshan villagers leveraging their numbers barely engaged with the bandit Xiaos.

Before long, the third and fourth command leaders joined with people, and the tide turned. The villagers’ weapons were knocked away, their bodies kicked to the ground, in a pitiful state.

The bandit underlings looked disdainfully at the group of ants; if not for the first-in-command ’s order to spare a life, the villagers would have been slaughtered.

However, the fourth command leader wasn’t letting Cheng Beiniu go. He landed another blow, and Cheng Beiniu was sent flying again, his consciousness blurring, his face covered with blood, unable to get up again.

Seeing this, Cheng Dashan, ignoring the blood on his arm, evaded the bandits’ long spear and rolled several times, managing to reach his father’s side. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

With his body, he blocked the oncoming large knife, painfully distorting his face from the powerful Inner Strength.

"Get... get out of the way."

In a rush, Cheng Beiniu spat another mouthful of blood, cursing his foolish son. Could an Outer Strength Martial Artist withstand a Grandmaster’s blade? How was this any different from seeking death?

Powerless, he could only watch, thinking to gain a live path for his son. Then, recalling something, he abandoned struggling. Dying a bit sooner or later made no difference.

So be it!

So be it!

Father and son could go see his mother together.

Cheng Beiniu’s pale face wore a relieved smile.