It was like a flood was pouring in, people were squeezing in crazily.

As soon as these people came in, they ran directly indoors to look for food.

Some people see the corn that has just been plucked and start gnawing directly.

Some people still go directly into their houses and continue to search for food.

On Zhou Wulu's side, some people were holding food and trying to escape, but they were knocked down by this group of refugees.

Among them, among the refugees.

There was a man who was at the front. He was lucky and was not stabbed to death by a spear.

When I entered the house for the first time, I found the place where the food was stored, and there were already many people following me.

He kicked away the woman guarding the food, then ran outside holding a small bag of millet.

Several people behind saw what he was holding and ran over to grab it.

He was knocked down, but he still held Xiaomi in his arms tightly.

Several people nearby beat and kicked him, but still did not grab the food in his arms.

The last big stone hit him hard on the head.

He tilted his head and blood started to flow.

died.

He was unwilling to give in. His daughter and son were waiting for him to bring food back one kilometer away.

Zhou Wulu's face was covered with blood at this time.

None of the brothers around him could be seen. Others who had joined him before were also dispersed by the crowd.

For a time, this group of refugees and his people were all mixed together.
Chapter completed!