"Food, food." I don't know who shouted, and all the refugees rushed up.

The woman with her son and daughter in her arms gave a hasty order, dropped them down, and ran towards the food. At this moment, she showed unparalleled speed and strength, surpassing the stronger men in front of her.

It wasn't until she ran to the source of the food that she realized where it came from. It turned out that a few young men and girls in fresh clothes and angry horses were throwing food. The food is not bad, it is a white steamed bun, and there are some pastries in it. For these long-suffering hungry people, this is simply an incomparable delicacy.

The food thrill drove the refugees crazy, and they desperately snatched the few pieces of food they had. Some people grab a little and stuff it in their mouths, they are too hungry. At the same time, they were afraid, fearing that the robber's food would be taken away at once. When they put the food in their mouths, they smile with satisfaction and happiness. But this smile is fleeting, and they still have to continue to grab, which is not enough, far from enough.

Some people grabbed the food, but they didn't eat it themselves, so they put the broken steamed buns that could no longer be broken into their pockets, and then continued to grab them. They also have families who need food more than they do.

The refugees went crazy at this moment, and all the people who were originally weak burst out with great strength. With a single catch, you can catch other people who are snatching food. But they didn't realize that it was too small compared to food.

"Haha, you see, these people, it's really pitiful." A young man on a horse, dressed in a brand-new riding costume, said with a smile. As he spoke, he took out the steamed buns from the horse's pocket and threw them to the refugees, as if he were feeding the pigs.

"It's fun." The other teenager chimed in, "Let's do a good deed." My old man yelled at me every day that I had nothing to do, and when I went back today, I saw what he said, he had never helped refugees, which was a great merit. ”

"Don't be shameless, if you have the ability, you can open a soup kitchen, what kind of merit is this." The only girl in the middle said, also throwing food in her hands. But she moves gracefully, just like she feeds a pet at home.

"It's better for Brother Yan to come up with such a fun game."

The girl is beautiful and young, and this smile is really like a hundred flowers blooming, like an elf that has fallen into the mortal world, so that a few young men next to her are stunned.

"Ahh It turned out that a few refugees were robbing another man who had grabbed a whole steamed bun, and the man was knocked to the ground, bleeding from his face and body, but he still stubbornly guarded the steamed buns in his clothes and refused to give in to a point.

"Hand it over to me." A man punched and kicked him, very violently. He hadn't eaten for days, and at this moment, his eyes were green, like a wolf. No one will doubt that if the man on the ground does not hand over the steamed buns, he will not kick him to death.

"Those people have steamed buns, let's grab them."

Because several rich children were attracted by the girl's smile, the movements of their hands stopped. When the refugees ran out of food, they looked at these people and saw that they had not moved, and the crowd did not know who shouted such a voice.

In fact, their pause was not long, but for the people who were stimulated by the food, a second was that long. So, the refugees, whose eyes were already green with hunger and turned scarlet because of the stimulation of food, pounced on the young boys and girls on horseback like wolves under the stimulation of this sound.

"Ahh The girl on horseback screamed in panic when she saw the refugees rushing towards her, and as soon as she pulled the reins, she was about to turn around.

Fortunately, the food they threw was far away, and the refugees did not rush to the front all at once.

"Bang." The girl called Brother Yan took out a black pistol and fired a shot into the sky.

"Get out of the way, or I'll shoot you."

When the refugees heard the gunshots, they subconsciously stopped, and a trace of horror appeared on their faces.

Guns, that's going to kill people.

But without food, they will still die, and their families will die. There were only four people on the other side, and only one person took out a gun, and even if each of them had a gun, it would only be four, and there were many of them. Not everyone will be shot to death, rather than starve to death, it is better to fight.

This is what some bold people think, and those who are timid are just shy away.

"Chong, we will definitely die without food, but we will not necessarily die if we rush up, there are many of us, and there are few of them."

There were no logical words, but it made a woman's heart move, and she rushed out. Someone took the lead, and the people behind also rushed forward.

These young boys and girls, although they are a little arrogant and domineering, they have not killed anyone with real swords and guns. Seeing the refugees rushing up like dragons, I immediately panicked.

"Shoot, shoot." A partner next to him shouted at the girl's brother Yan.

"Oh, oh." Wen Yan responded. Following the instructions of his partner, he shook his hands and pressed the trigger.

"Bang." A shot from the head, but a dense crowd on the opposite side. This shot knocked down a man's shoulder, and blood splattered everywhere, staining not only the man's shoulder, but also the face of the person next to him.

Blood brings fear, but it can also drive people crazy. Stimulated by the blood, the refugees rushed forward even more desperately. One of them grabbed the bag containing the grain on Wen Yan's horse's back and ripped it off at once.

The horse was frightened by this, and raised its front hooves with a roar. Who would dare to stay under the horse's hooves in normal times, but at this moment, no one was afraid.

Who said that the Chinese people have no blood. Look at them, so crazy.

"Brother Yan, save me."

Then Wen Yan, the girl's pocket was also pulled down. Compared with Wen Yan's good equestrianism, the girl fell down all of a sudden. But fortunately, there were many people, and she didn't fall directly to the ground.

Wen Yan himself is difficult to protect, although he has a heart, he can't save the girl. He barely controlled the horse, then picked up the gun again. Although he had already fired a shot, he still didn't dare to make a move. Those refugees were just for food and didn't hurt him.

The girl was trampled on the ground several times and her clothes were torn. However, she had no interest in food, and was squeezed out at once.

In fact, she should be glad that the refugees' attention is on food, otherwise, she would not have escaped so easily.

As for the other two teenagers, they reacted quickly, and after Wen Yan fired, they threw out the food bag and fled.

The girl glanced at the two people who had fled resentfully, shook her body, and ran in front of Wen Yan, fortunately the person she liked was still there.

"Brother Yan." The girl with pear blossoms and rain is pitiful, and she grabbed the young man's heart with one hand.

The refugees have taken a few steps back because of the food grabbing. Wen Yan also got off the horse and went to care about the girl's situation.

"Ya'er, are you alright?" Wen Yan asked nervously.

"I'm fine." Ya'er cried with a face, pretending to be calm.

"Let's go." As he spoke, Wen Yan put his arm around Ya'er and prepared to ride away from here.

Not all people are good, and not all of them will be satisfied.

"They have money on them, and if they have money, we can buy food."

The scramble for food soon came to an end, but not everyone got food. Not all those who get food are full. So they set their sights on the two well-dressed men and women.

As if the words were an order, the refugees pounced on the man and woman again.

Wen Yan, who was about to leave, naturally heard this.

"Quick." He helped Ya'er to his horse.

"Don't let them run." Someone shouted again. The refugees in front of Wenyan also pounced, blocking their way by the way.

In front of the girl he liked, Wen Yan settled down, and suddenly seemed to have grown up.

He sank his face, quickly pulled the trigger, and fired a shot.

With a "bang", one of the refugees who was running at the front fell to the ground.

"Ah, dead man." A timid woman cried out in horror.

The entire group of refugees, also in fear of death, stopped.

"Brother Yan, come up." After Ya'er got on the horse, she hurriedly stretched out her hand to Wen Yan.

Wen Yan heard Ya'er's words, looked at the refugees attentively, and turned around to get on the horse.

"They're going to run, stop them."

It is not an order that is better than an order, some refugees rush forward, and some refugees block the way ahead with their bodies. It's as if they've been bewitched, and they've lost their minds. No matter whose orders they give, they will blindly obey them.