Su Yu pushed the door open and stepped out.
The villager at the door was overjoyed to see him. His knees buckled, and he was about to kneel. "Lord Su, the refugees are held at the village entrance! Please, hurry over and see!"
"Leave it to me."
Su Yu caught the man, preventing him from kneeling. Qingxi Village was his home too. Now that he was here, he certainly couldn't let these refugees storm in and wreak havoc.
He tightened the Moyuan Belt at his waist, and with a flicker of his body, he was already several dozen feet away.
...
At the entrance to Qingxi Village, flames lit up the sky, and the sounds of battle echoed through the night.
Countless ragged refugees holding torches, like a pack of hungry wolves that had scented blood, repeatedly charged the village entrance.
"Kill our way in! There's grain! And women!"
"Kill them all! We'll eat meat tonight!"
