"Why are you retreating, you idiots? Just eight arrows, can they really kill all of us?
Relax, she won't dare use all her arrows. If she does, her own life won't be safe!"
Zhu San started trying to stir up the emotions of the village men.
Some, hearing his words, attempted to charge forward and subdue Mu Shuangshuang.
But Mu Shuangshuang reacted too fast; from any direction, as soon as someone stood out, Mu Shuangshuang's arrow was aimed at that person's head.
After a standoff, no one dared to step forward again.
Each one hid behind Zhu San, clearly afraid and eager to survive!
Zhu San was furious. He pointed at the village men holding torches and tools and shouted, "Did you forget the oath we made? No matter whose wife gets taken, everyone left must help, whatever the cost!"
"Brother Zhu San, it's not that we don't want to, but that woman has a weapon. You don't want us to die, right?"
A burly man grumbled a sentence.
