Cao Ang didn't stop for a moment in Xiangyang City, he lowered his head and walked forward quickly silently, his heart heavy. In the old days, the officials that Cao Ang had the most contact with were either the generals under Cao Cao's command - Zhu Cao and Xiahou were family members, and they were more sincere when they got along; Among the foreign generals, Dian Wei was dull but loyal, Xu Chu was fierce but upright, and even Yu Ban, who had the strongest sense of fame, did not show a city like Cai Mao - either some civil officials under Cao Cao, among whom he was most familiar with Xun Yu, followed by Cheng Yu. Xun Yu is a humble gentleman and acts above board. Cheng Yu is fierce and ruthless, fierce and fierce, and he is not a villain.

At this moment, Cao Ang realized that Meng Lang on this trip - Cai Mao was not one of the people he had come into contact with in the past, and no one was sure whether he had the intention of causing harm.

Cao Ang felt a little remorseful in his heart, but he had no regrets, so he had to pray silently, hoping that Cai Mao would remember the love between him and Cao Cao for decades. Moreover, the little land in Xiangyang Village is not worth the Cai family's big fight, and they have to be included in the bag at the risk of offending Cao Cao.

The villagers were still waiting in front of Webster's door, and Cao Ang's words before leaving made them despair: even if the land was saved with the help of Cao Ang this time, when Cao Ang left, wouldn't the Cai family make a comeback? And who will deliver them?

When Cao Ang's figure appeared at the entrance of the village, he was assigned to wait and see here, and the villagers who had been looking forward to it immediately shouted: "Mr. Cao is back." In an instant, the crowd of people rushed towards Cao Ang like a tide, and the only sound in the silent crowd was the sound of hurried footsteps and chaotic breathing, as well as countless eager eyes.

The villagers' fervent hope and trust had become a responsibility that was hard to shake off in Cao Ang's heart, and Cao Ang did not intend to tell the worst of what he had secretly guessed in his heart—it would do no good except to exacerbate the panic and despair of the villagers, but he could not make things so rosy as to make the villagers completely relieved and paralyzed.

"Cao Mou is incompetent," Cao Ang's expression was heavy, and as soon as he spoke, the villagers changed color, "Some people in the Cai family promised not to embarrass us anymore, but some people had different opinions, and there were still objections to what to do with this land." ”

The villagers were even more silent, even careful to breathe, and a group of people stood different, like rotten tree stumps. Do you blame Cao Ang in your heart? Surely someone will be to blame. After all, Cao Ang had not been able to completely keep their land, leaving them in a state of unrest and danger.

But—how could Cao Ang be burdened with a responsibility that had nothing to do with him in the first place?

"Mr. Cao...... What are we going to do? The blame in their hearts is nothing more than the emotions of the villagers when their hopes are dashed, and no one will take Cao Ang seriously, but most people will value Cao Ang more and see him as a life-saving straw.

Cao Ang turned to look back at the endless farmland, and the depression under the blue sky and white clouds was really heart-wrenching.

"What would you do if someone wanted to rob you of your food and take over your land?"

The villagers opened their mouths, many slowly lowered their heads, and the deathly silence spread again.

Cao Ang's heart suddenly swelled with a sense of sadness, as if when his land and food were invaded by others, the people could only bear it silently. Unwilling to resist? Don't dare to resist?

"What will you do when the local tyrants and bullies slaughter your relatives and friends and humiliate your wives and daughters? Continued silence? Continuing to back down? Cao Ang's tone was filled with excitement and anger, revealing a high-spirited attitude of struggle.

"Kill, kill those bitches!" In the midst of a group of silent villagers, Li Hu suddenly roared angrily.

Cao Ang raised his eyebrows and asked with a cold face: "They are so powerful, who can you kill?" ”

"Anyway, there is no way to live, the left and right are dead, it is better to fight than to hide in Tibet, if you can kill him one or two bitches, it is worth dying." Li Hu's blood swelled and replied without thinking.

Cao Ang's eyes became a little complicated, he glanced at everyone, and said, "Remember, this world is to rely on oneself to save one's life. ”

The villagers didn't seem to understand, and a few of them looked at Cao Ang sadly, and said, "Sir, don't you care about our Xiangyang Village?" ”

Cao Ang shook his head gently, and a whistling sound came quickly. Cao Ang followed the prestige, and suddenly his eyes were about to split, and he shouted loudly: "Run, run to the mountains." As he spoke, he got into the crowd and pulled Webster's hair and ran wildly.

The villagers didn't know why, and blindly ran after Cao Ang, only Li Hu held a wooden stick in his hand and shouted indignantly: "Kill, kill all these bitches." ”

Suddenly, the cold light appeared.

Li Hu only felt a sharp pain in his cervical spine, and immediately fell to the ground, and his skull rolled forward two steps, and the headless cavity was spurting hot blood.

The people of the Cai family turned a blind eye to Li Hu's tone, as if they had long been commonplace, and the leader whistled and said, "Chase, it's important to find the target, don't entangle with other people." ”

The crowd agreed and chased after the panicked crowd.

The villagers were heartbroken, especially those who were left behind and witnessed Li Hu's beheading, and they cried even more. Some of them rushed forward with a desperate pace, some stumbled and hesitated, and some fell to the ground desperately looking for shelter.

The people of the Cai family followed the order, and every time they caught up with one person, they would arrest them and look at them carefully, and after looking at them, they would be detained, and then rush down the next person.

Cao Ang pulled Webster and ran home quickly, and Xiao Qin'er was playing outside. When Webster saw his son, he immediately rushed over and hugged him in his arms and cried.

Cao Ang didn't persuade either, walked into the house with a cold face and grabbed some food casually, and then said to Wei: "Come with me, the mountains are dense and not easy to expose, let's go to the mountains." As he spoke, he took Xiao Qin'er from Webster's arms with an ignorant and dazed face.

The six gods of Webster had no master, and followed Cao Ang with tears and tears. The crying and screaming all around him were endless, Cao Ang couldn't bear it, and had the urge to rush out to rescue the villagers, but thinking of being outnumbered, running out at this moment was just a waste of death, and he bit his lip tightly and walked quickly to Atou Mountain with Wei's mother and son.

On the way, I met several villagers one after another, all of whom were running in a hurry. The sound of chasing behind him gradually approached, and after a short while, there were bursts of screams and begging for mercy from time to time.

Cao Ang ignored it and didn't stop, and a sharp sound of breaking the air sounded from behind Cao Ang, and the air seemed to be vibrating slightly. Cao Ang felt a chill in his heart, and suddenly reached out and pulled Webster to the ground, throwing her to the ground, while his knees were bent and his body was leaning back.

The hair that was thrown up by the "......." was easily cut off by the sharp blade. Cao Ang held Xiao Qin'er in one hand, supported the ground with the other, crossed his feet and rotated to another point, and after turning two big circles, he threw Xiao Qin'er to the ground and shouted to Wei: "Take Xiao Qin'er and run." Immediately, he kicked his feet and rushed towards the Cai family who were chasing after him like a meteor.