Many villagers, seeing the fierce killing outside, dared not move and stayed inside their homes. Everyone had finished their work during the day and would crowd into one house to sleep at night, lying haphazardly on a thick layer of straw on the floor. The overexertion during the day would usually knock them out the moment their heads hit the pillow, but now they were awakened by the thunderous explosion outside. With such slaughter happening right outside, they didn't dare to step out.
Weisheng Yueren and the others were pushing forward like tigers with added wings, while their adversaries kept retreating.
Weisheng Yueren narrowed his eyes. Mercenaries wouldn't just run away in such a panic, they would at least put up a fight. They were only taken by surprise, not completely incapable of fighting back, so why the continuous retreat? They were all being pushed together, which allowed for even fewer escape routes.
