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Facing the bandits who suddenly rushed out, Long Fei and others instantly entered a fighting state, their nerves tense, their eyes full of determination and courage.

"Don't be afraid, fight them!" Long Fei roared, his voice echoing in the empty mountain village. He led the way, like a brave lion, and rushed to the bandit leader first. The sword in his hand flashed with cold light, as if announcing his fearlessness to the enemy.

The bandits held various weapons, including long knives, short swords, and sticks, and they were fierce and greedy in their eyes. A Qiang was not afraid, waving the heavy machete in his hand, and fiercely confronted the oncoming bandits. Each of his knives was full of power, whirring, forcing the bandits to retreat again and again, and they dared not approach easily.

Lin Feng was in the back, holding the staff tightly in both hands, muttering something in her mouth. Mysterious rays of light shot out from her hands, accurately hitting the bandits, making their movements instantly slow down and falling into a brief chaos. Her forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and her face gradually turned pale due to the consumption of magic power, but her eyes were still firm, and she never retreated.

Ali's petite body shuttled flexibly among the crowd. She held a dagger and looked for the enemy's flaws with sharp eyes. Whenever she found an opportunity, she would stab the dagger without hesitation and give the enemy a fatal blow. Her movements were agile and decisive, not like a weak woman at all.

Mo Yun and several villagers leaned together tightly, forming a solid defense line to block the bandits' wave after wave of attacks. Mo Yun shouted loudly to direct the villagers' actions. His voice was particularly clear in the chaotic battlefield, bringing courage and confidence to everyone.

"Boy, today is your death day!" The bandit leader smiled grimly, and his face full of flesh was full of murderous intent. Waving the huge mace in his hand, with the sound of whirring wind, he smashed towards Long Fei.

Long Fei dodged sideways, moving as agile as a cheetah. He stabbed the bandit leader with a backhanded sword, and the sword and mace intersected, splashing a string of sparks. The two fought back and forth, with sharp moves, and it was hard to tell. Every collision was thrilling, and the air around them seemed to become hot because of their fierce battle.

The battlefield was full of swords and shadows, and the shouts and sounds of weapons colliding were deafening. Villagers were constantly injured, and their clothes were stained red with blood, but they still resisted stubbornly without any retreat. There was an unyielding flame burning in their eyes. In order to protect the village and their loved ones, they were willing to pay any price.

Aqiang was accidentally chopped on the arm by a cunning bandit during the battle, and blood gushed out instantly. But he gritted his teeth, endured the severe pain, and continued to wield the sword to fight. His eyes became more determined, as if the pain would only make him more courageous.

"Aqiang, hold on!" Ali was anxious when she saw Aqiang injured. Her movements became more violent, and the dagger in her hand stabbed out like lightning, trying to rush to Aqiang as soon as possible to provide him with protection.

Lin Feng's magic power was gradually exhausted, but she still insisted on casting magic for everyone. Her face became paler and paler, and her body trembled slightly, but she never put down the staff in her hand. Every time she released magic, her power weakened a little, but she knew that she couldn't stop. As long as she had a breath, she would provide support for everyone.

Mo Yun was also injured in many places, and his clothes were stained red with blood. But he still held the line of defense and shouted loudly: "Don't give up! We will definitely win!" His voice was full of power, inspiring every villager to continue fighting.

Long Fei and the bandit leader were still fighting fiercely. Both of them were already scarred and panting. But no one was willing to give in, and their eyes were full of determination to die.

"Long Fei, today is your doomsday!" The bandit leader screamed wildly and launched another fierce attack. His mace smashed towards Long Fei with the force of breaking the wind, as if to defeat Long Fei in one fell swoop.

Long Fei had only one belief in his heart: he must defeat the enemy and protect everyone. His eyes became more determined, and he held the sword tightly in his hand, ready to meet the attack of the bandit leader.

At this moment, Long Fei keenly discovered a tiny flaw in the bandit leader. He used all his strength and poured all his strength into this sword. The sword pierced out like a meteor and accurately pierced the chest of the bandit leader.

The bandit leader screamed, and blood gushed out of his chest. He looked at Long Fei in disbelief, his eyes full of despair and unwillingness, and then fell heavily to the ground. When the other bandits saw the leader fall, their morale was immediately in chaos, and their momentum collapsed instantly.

"Take advantage of now, charge!" Long Fei shouted, his voice full of the joy of victory and the passionate fighting spirit.

Everyone worked together to launch the final attack on the bandits. Their shouts and cries shook the sky, as if they were releasing all their anger and strength. The bandits began to flee in all directions, like dogs that had lost their homes, losing their previous arrogance.

"Don't let them run away!" Ah Qiang shouted while enduring the pain. Although his voice was weak, it was still full of determination.

Everyone chased after them vigorously, not letting any enemy go. Finally, most of the bandits were subdued, and only a few escaped by chance.

However, this battle also cost them a heavy price. Many villagers were seriously injured and lay on the ground groaning in pain. Some even closed their eyes forever and sacrificed their precious lives to defend the village.

Long Fei looked at the wounded and sacrificed villagers on the ground, and his heart was filled with grief and self-blame. He slowly squatted down, covered his face with his hands, and said in a trembling voice: "I didn't protect everyone... It's my fault..."

"Brother Long Fei, this is not your fault. We are fighting to defend the village. Everyone is voluntary, and no one will blame you." A Qiang walked to Long Fei and put a hand on Long Fei's shoulder. His arm was still bleeding, but his eyes were full of understanding and trust.

Lin Feng came over and gently held Long Fei's hand: "We are still alive, there is still hope. As long as we unite as one, we will be able to rebuild our homes and make the village prosperous again." Her voice was gentle and firm, bringing a little comfort to Long Fei.

Ali also said: "Yes, we must cheer up and continue to rebuild our homes. We can't let the sacrificed villagers die in vain. We must commemorate them with a better life." There were tears in her eyes, but more of them were expectations for the future.

Mo Yun looked at everyone: "We have experienced so much together, and we can survive every time. This time is no exception. We will definitely get through this difficult time." His eyes swept over everyone, conveying courage and strength to everyone.

Long Fei raised his head, and the flame of hope rekindled in his eyes: "Okay, let's treat the wounds first, and then take back the food and medicine we found. We want to get the injured villagers treated as soon as possible."

Everyone started to get busy. Although they were exhausted physically and mentally, their movements were still quick and orderly. Some villagers bandaged the wounds of the wounded, some collected scattered weapons, and some carried the food and medicine they found.

On the way back, everyone was silent, thinking about how to go in the future. The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on them, casting long shadows, which looked particularly desolate.

Back to the village, the villagers saw them return, some cheered, and some cried. The children ran over, surrounded them, and looked at the injured soldiers curiously.

"We won!" Everyone shouted excitedly, their voices full of joy and pride.

But looking at the injured companions, everyone's mood became heavy again. The women hurried over to help take care of the wounded, and the old people silently prayed for the villagers who died.

In the following days, they took care of the wounded while continuing to rebuild their homes. Despite the numerous difficulties, they firmly believed that as long as they were united, nothing could defeat them. With sweat and hard work, they repaired the damaged houses bit by bit and reclaimed the barren fields. Every sunrise and sunset witnessed their persistence and struggle.