She walked to the supply cart and flipped out the weapons from a box.
There were short swords, daggers, bows and arrows—all of which were spare, exquisite weapons she brought from the space, just in case. Unexpectedly, they became useful at this moment.
Everyone looked at each other in confusion; most were weak women, elderly people, or young children.
Not to mention killing; few had ever wielded a sword or saber.
In an instant, they became timid, and several women began to cry, sobbing.
"We... how can we possibly be a match for those soldiers outside? We're doomed either way!"
"I don't want to die; I'd rather live a meager life than die. My mother is waiting for me to return home. As long as I work long enough, I can get registered, and then I have a chance to go home. I don't want to die..."
They exchanged glances, but at this moment, Mr. Xue stood up with no hesitation, rolling up his sleeves.
