Disaster Apocalypse: Farming, Family, and My Hidden Secret Space
Chapter 305. The Fat Sheep is Here

Chapter 305: 305. The Fat Sheep is Here

Old Man Hua glanced subtly at his granddaughter and nodded, "Really," he affirmed.

"...Heavens...we actually encountered bandits," someone murmured in disbelief.

"Chief, don’t be afraid... we’ll protect you."

"Right, we have plenty of people too. If they dare rob us blind, we’ll beat them to a pulp." Some men were already gripping their weapons, eager to try.

The days spent practicing in the mountains weren’t wasted; even during heavy rains, they didn’t slack off in the caves, and in daily combat, they gave it their all. Plus, their numbers were not small—they were truly undaunted.

They refused to believe they couldn’t handle these assorted bandits after practicing so hard.

"Go, go, show what you got." Hua Qiang slapped each of the boastful men on the head. It’s like they didn’t know the king of horses has several eyes; their confidence was just too overwhelming.

Of course, being confident is a good thing, but it requires understanding the premise of the opponent.

"Uncle Chief, what’s really going on? You didn’t see wrong, did you?" Although Hua Qiang was eager too, he remained cautious.

Old Man Hua: "No mistake. Although it wasn’t clear, there are certainly numerous people, and the road ahead is blocked by them. Unless we take another route, we’ll have to confront them."

Upon hearing this, everyone became serious. The road was indeed blocked, clearly not a mistake.

Changing routes was impossible; this path was the shortest and only way to Hua Village.

There were other paths, but they required crossing a river. Before, it wasn’t much trouble, just a longer distance, but after a flood, the log bridge was gone, leaving only stone piers on both sides. With food on their backs, swimming across was unrealistic, and not everyone could swim.

"Chief, whatever you decide, we’ll follow." As the leader, Hua Qiang spoke once more.

"Tell me your thoughts first," Old Man Hua pondered.

"Uncle Chief, there are really only two options: either return the way we came and wait another night, setting out at dawn when these people might be more restrained, or we push through. They have numbers, but so do we, and none of us are pushovers." Hua Qiang’s eyes suddenly sharpened, with a hint of murderous intent.

If they dared to rob him, he dared fight back ruthlessly.

Can those gathering a mob for robbery be decent people?

Their hands likely weren’t clean, possibly stained with lives, so Hua Qiang felt no guilt.

"But, what if they’re still there at dawn, unwilling to give up?" One man couldn’t help but interject.

This was indeed possible, and then what—they’d have to keep waiting?

Waiting more days would be a hassle, so many men quickly dismissed the first thought.

They’d been away from the valley for so many days and wanted to return.

"Chief, let’s just break through." Clearly, everyone leaned toward the second option—facing them head-on—and was itching for action.

Against their own, they dared not use real weapons, but against enemies, there was no such hesitation.

Thinking about returning would waste more time, and they weren’t happy about it. They’d rather go back to Hua Village and tidy up.

"Uncle Chief, make a decision quick." Those anxious were already impatient.

"We’ll follow Uncle Chief’s lead."

Everyone waited for the chief’s decision.

Old Man Hua looked at his granddaughter, knowing everything he’d heard was from her. He truly didn’t know the actual situation and was honestly unsure.

The men of Hua Village were no cowards, as Old Man Hua knew, but without understanding the opponent’s details, he preferred the most prudent approach; avoiding confrontation would be best.

Once conflict started, punches and kicks showed no mercy, and weapons even less so. He naturally wanted to bring everyone back safely.

Aware of her grandfather’s gaze, Jin’er didn’t speak but was already focused spiritually on the group ahead.

These people were indeed strong and fit compared to the lean common folks, especially the bearded man known as the leader, who was robust with visible fat.

Jin’er squinted her eyes, especially upon hearing them talk about keeping the fat sheep penned in, as ice flashed in her eyes.

"Why aren’t they here yet? Didn’t they say soon?" The bearded leader grew impatient again, casually pointing to a subordinate to go check.

"Don’t worry, boss, these fat sheep won’t escape."

"In the end, things will be decided by the boss. If they obey, they stay. If not, we’ll keep them, fatten them up, hehe..."

Upon hearing this, many laughed along, smacking their lips as they moved.

"At that time, let’s see if there’s good merchandise to let the boss enjoy more."

"If there are women, even better. What a pity..."

These words improved the bearded man’s mood a bit; at least he didn’t maintain his usual sinister expression that made people shiver.

Little did they know all this was clearly heard by Jin’er, a suppressed fury boiling in her chest, and she took out a crossbow to show her grandfather what to do.

The demons that could no longer be called human had no reason to exist.

"Granddad, we cannot retreat. The people of Hua Village are no cowards; they’re just undeserving riffraff we shouldn’t fear," she said, pulling out a sharp dagger as though prepared to act without further words.

"Right, Jin’er is right. We aren’t afraid of them. Chief, give the word."

If a young girl wasn’t afraid, these grown men certainly weren’t. It’s just a fight; the people of Hua Village weren’t afraid of fighting.

They hadn’t feared before, and certainly didn’t now.

Old Man Hua glanced at his granddaughter and then at everyone’s fearless faces. A sense of heroism rose within him. Since no one feared, as chief, he had no reason to, either. It was just a fight; despite his age, his skills weren’t necessarily worse than the young ones.

The most important thing was trusting his granddaughter—this child didn’t fight battles she wasn’t sure of winning.

"Alright, everyone, prepare... and continue on." Old Man Hua spoke decisively, taking out a weapon from his basket, while Little Four pulled out his dagger and the crossbow his father rewarded him with.

"Granddad, don’t worry. I’ll protect you," Little Four said, although a bit tense, but also excited, adopting a protective stance beside Old Man Hua, his demeanor more serious than usual, without his typical laid-back attitude.

Truth be told, although Little Four was young, his protective words stirred warmth deep within. Old Man Hua patted his grandson’s head and stepped forward first, Jin’er closely following with her spiritual power enveloping everyone ahead.

"Boss, boss, they’re coming, arriving in just a matter of moments." The sent out little brother quickly returned, shouting as he approached the bearded man.

"Brothers," the bearded leader perked up, standing, "prepare, the fat sheep are here."

As he spoke, his eyes squinted into slits, reflecting a shadowy yet greedy gaze.