"Auntie!"

  Yi Han and Fang Da Tong looked back in surprise.

  Lin Qingwan glanced at Lin Yuhong, gesturing to Jiang Nan to protect her, then walked over to Fang Dasong's side, looking down at the refugees below with an air of superiority.

  Five or six hundred people huddled together, their clothes tattered and yellowish in complexion. Even in the bitter cold of winter, they wore only a few thin layers of clothing; some were so ragged that the wind blew through them, exposing their skin.

  Lin Qingwan kept telling herself in her heart that they weren't worth sympathizing with, but she couldn't help feeling a pang of pain.

  This is a chaotic world, it's a chaotic world. The ambitions of those in power have caused disasters that are mostly borne by these ordinary people at the bottom.

  Lin Qingwan's gaze swept over them, her eyes lingering on their anxious, hesitant and ruthless faces. She said loudly, "I don't want to kill you, even though it wouldn't be difficult for me. There are no fewer people in my courtyard than yours, and they eat well, dress warmly, and have more energy than each of you."

  A crisp female voice rang out, and both sides fell silent once again. The refugees stopped in their tracks for a second time.

  Lin Qingwan signaled to Fang Datong and they lit up the torches, a dozen or so torches lit up around her, and the refugees below looked up, only then did they see the situation on the wall of this courtyard.

  Only two delicate girls stood on top, surrounded by a dozen or so people, holding swords and bows in their hands.

  Even from a hundred meters away, they could still see their robustness. When they looked over with sparkling eyes, most people subconsciously avoided their gaze.

  The girl at the front gazed calmly at them and continued: "They have received training, they have bows, knives, and swords. What do you have?"

  Lin Qingwan pointed at their hands and said: "You have clubs, stones, and a few knives that someone provided for you, but what can those do?"

  Everyone subconsciously looked at their own hands.

  "I don't want to kill you, but behind me are my subordinates, my family. If you really touch my family's door, I will be unable to bear it in my heart and I absolutely won't show mercy!"

  Lin Qing's face was as pale as frost, and she swept her gaze over their faces. "My father once told my brother that if someone doesn't offend me, I won't offend them, but if they do, I will make them pay a hundred times more. I know what the person who incited you to come here wants to do - it's just because they see us sisters as weak and want to take advantage of the opportunity to destroy our Lin family! But today, I'm going to tell you that no matter whether there are people among you with Liao or Southern Han backgrounds, or those in the imperial court who bear grudges against my grandfather for helping the emperor, if you want to destroy our Lin family, you're dreaming!"

  "I'd like to see who dares to touch the door of my Lin family today!" Lin Qingwen said loudly and coldly: "You say that my Lin family has a lot of gold, silver, and wealth? You say that my Lin family has a lot of grain? Who doesn't know that my brother donated all his property to the country before he died? The estate behind you was bestowed by His Majesty, and before I cultivated it this year, it was just a wasteland!"

  Lin Qingwan was so agitated that she questioned loudly: "What are you here to rob? What can you rob? You're just being deceived by someone to take the lives of my sister and me!"

  Lin Qingwan's face turned red with anger as she pointed at them and asked, "Are you really destitute? You are just lazy, greedy, and shameless! In the Southern Han dynasty, I don't know, but my Da Liang has always treated the refugees from various countries well. A large number of displaced people flooded in, and the court did not drive you away. Even Zhou Cishi took out the stored grain from Suzhou to hire you for food-for-work relief, and because there was not enough food, he even mobilized each household to donate grain and money."

  "My Lin family, despite not having much property, donated 20 dan of grain. Why don't you go and work for food instead? Because you are lazy and want to gain without labor; why do you come to rob the Qian family, rob the Lin family? Because you are greedy and unrighteous!"

  "Suzhou has taken you in, the people of Suzhou have tolerated you, and even provided food from their own mouths to help you. What have you repaid us with?" Lin Qingwen asked excitedly: "Do we really need to station our troops at the border and refuse all Southern Han citizens entry before you are satisfied?"

  "Do you really think the person who instigated you to come here is doing it for your own good?" Lin Qingwen sneered, "Not to mention that you can't even break into the Lin family's backyard, even if you managed to kill me and steal things, where could you possibly escape to?"

  "I am the County Master of Daliang, my niece is the County Mistress of Daliang. If we two die at your hands, the imperial court will, for the sake of giving an explanation to the people of the world, send troops to avenge our death from thousands of miles away! Not to mention that the predecessor of the Northeast Army was the Lin Family Army, do you really think they will stand idly by?"

  "We two are dead, and the Liao people, Southern Han, and some of the treacherous officials of Da Liang will be satisfied. You want to use our lives as a taste. When the time comes, the court will also refuse to allow the refugees from Southern Han to enter Da Liang again in order to give an explanation to my Lin family."

  "You must still have relatives in Southern Han, right?" Lin Qingwen sneered: "Think about it, when they rushed to the border of Daliang and wanted to sneak over, they found that the border was blocked, and they could only be caught by the officials of Southern Han or concentrated shooting... All this is your fault, all this is caused by you!"

  The refugees' faces turned pale and they couldn't help but look at each other, hesitating before taking two steps back.

  "Don't listen to his nonsense..."

  Yi Han didn't even think about drawing his bow, and before the man could finish speaking, an arrow flew out and shot into his neck with a "zip" sound. The opponent's eyes widened, and he fell straight down.

  The refugees nearby let out a shrill cry and scattered, almost at the same moment that Yi Han made his move, the other guards also drew their bows, aiming at the people they had been eyeing.

  Seven or eight people fell to the ground instantly, and the refugees were shocked. They scattered in all directions, with some being tripped up by their own feet or pushed down by others. The people around them didn't stop, still rushing forward in a panic and trampling over those who had fallen, as cries of pain rang out.

  Lin Qingwan took the opportunity to say: "The person who instigated you to come here has been shot, are you still obstinately refusing to awaken?"

  Some people had already slipped away quietly after hearing the news, but more people gathered again on the wall of the hospital after no more arrows were shot, lingering and refusing to disperse.

  They just heard the shouting and didn't see anyone, who knows if there were really that many people? That many weapons?

  There were about ten people who had just shot arrows, and it didn't seem like a lot.

  Looking at the remaining three or four hundred people, Lin Qingyan's face was cold and stern, she waved her hand, and Yi Han led the archers to shoot arrows in a whooshing sound. These people stood densely together, and they had no experience avoiding arrows, so the people in the front row were quickly shot down, and the refugees cried out in alarm.

  Someone shouted fiercely: "Rush up, we'll break open the gate!"

  The refugees immediately shouted and rushed up with sticks, Lin Yubin, who was standing beside Lin Qingwen, subconsciously held his little sister's hand tightly.

  Lin Qingwan reached out and grasped her icy hand, gazing coldly downwards.

  People kept falling under the arrows, but they swarmed forward in a frenzy, soon breaking through the arrow formation. Just as they were about to reach the wall, only 20-30 meters away, their feet suddenly found nothing beneath them. The people in front let out a few loud thuds as they trampled on the camouflaged straw and tumbled into the trap, where dense rows of sharp bamboo stakes pierced through their bodies.

  Some people subconsciously stretched out their hands to cover the opening of the hole when they fell, but soon after, the people who fell behind them pressed down on them, and this time they didn't even have time to cry out before they died.

  A row of traps was filled with people, and the refugees saw this hellish scene. Some timid people rolled and crawled out, but more people gritted their teeth and rushed towards the gate...

  The people arrived at the foot of the wall, and those who had been holding stones on the wall immediately threw them down. Fang Dasong saw that some were hesitating and shouted loudly: "What are you standing there for? Letting people rush in! None of you will be spared, not a single old man, woman or child in the village will be left alive!"

  As soon as this was said, the long workers immediately hugged the stones fiercely and aimed at the refugees to smash them down. The stones fell on their heads and bodies, and the cries of pain rose.

  Lin Qingwan stood on the wall, coldly watching as scarlet blood spurted out and fell all over the ground and walls, her fingers tightly grasping Lin Yuhong's.

  Lin Yuhu's small face was pale, and he silently followed Xiaojie to look down.

  Refugees began to crash the gate, stones fell like rain, smashing batch after batch of people, everyone's eyes were red with killing, and the refugees behind trampled on their companions' bodies to continue pushing the door. The stones piled up on the wall were smashed, and the workers threw down the bags of quicklime they had prepared, then picked up the knives and swords beside them and descended from the wall via the ladders.

  Fang Datong has already walked to the front with a single-handed knife, and said to the crowd in front of him: "On the battlefield, the enemy is cruel, you must be more cruel than them to survive. Your family is standing behind you, after this battle, no matter if you die or get injured, your wife will take care of you! Men, charge!"

  "Open the door!" Fang Datong roared.

  The four long workers guarding the gate immediately removed the door bolt, and the gate was instantly pushed open by the refugees. They rushed in with sticks and loud shouts, Fang Dasong let out a loud roar, single-handedly wielding his knife as he charged forward, Yan Hu followed closely behind him on the left, while the others shouted and charged forward.

  This time, all the strong men in the village who were not injured and could still wield swords rushed to the front. With their blood and energy leading the way, the long workers also burst out with a fierce intention, holding up big knives to meet them.

  While Yi Han left a few guards to protect Lin Qingyan and Lin Yuhong, he led the others to jump over the wall and directly attack from outside.

  The long workers hiding in the houses also heard the whistling sound and quickly surrounded them, led by the guards rushing inside.

  When the refugees realized something was wrong, it was already too late to withdraw.

  Lin Qingwan lowered her head and looked at the bloodstains below, her right hand clenched and then relaxed, finally closing her eyes and giving the order: "Not a single one is left!"

  Jiang Nan responded in a low voice and passed on the order.

  Lin Yuhu's small face turned pale, and he looked at his little sister in surprise.

  Lin Qingwan grasped her hand tightly, without giving any explanation for this command.

  For Lin Yuhong, she was willing to give them a chance to leave, and would not pursue the more than 100 people who had left earlier.

  But for the sake of the Lin family and their future, none of these more than 400 people can be left alive.

  Lin Qing's eyes were cold and calm, also letting the world see that even if the Lin family's eldest branch had no male descendants, their spirit and bloodline still remained.

  Who dares to stretch out their hand again?