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Wang Fugui ran after the woman and arrived at the scene, panting heavily as he lifted his head to look over. He saw eight Outsiders wielding iron shovels, shouting loudly at five villagers. They swung their shovels while yelling, striking at the villagers.
Outnumbered and outgunned, the five villagers were being pushed back relentlessly. One middle-aged woman was knocked to the ground, blood staining her back and soaking her clothes.
Watching the villagers being beaten, Wang Fugui recognized them as members of the Liu Family, with the middle-aged man at the front being Liu Dawei. Liu Dawei was waving his hands while trying to explain something to the Outsiders, but Wang Fugui couldn't hear what he was saying due to the distance.
Seeing the Outsiders attack without mercy, several members of the Liu Family were already covered in blood. Wang Fugui knew that if he didn’t find someone to help soon, they might really be killed by these Outsiders.
He quickly turned around and called out to the people in the nearby tents, raising his voice: "Fellow villagers, those Outsiders are attacking our people! The Liu Family is in danger of being killed; we need to go help them!"
Upon hearing Wang Fugui's words, hesitation appeared on the faces of the villagers. After all, those being beaten were not their own family members, and they were reluctant to put themselves in danger for a few ordinary neighbors. Moreover, with the Outsiders armed with shovels, they could also get hurt if they rushed in to help.
Wang Fugui noticed their concerns and feigned deep sorrow as he urged them: "We can't only think about our immediate safety! If we stand by and watch them kill members of the Liu Family today, tomorrow these Outsiders might turn on you as well. Only if everyone in our village stands together can we ensure our safety."
After hearing this, many villagers began to understand his reasoning. If they stood idly by while the Liu Family was attacked, they couldn’t expect anyone to help them when it was their turn.
Before long, a few quick-thinking individuals grabbed weapons and charged toward the Outsiders. Seeing these people rush forward encouraged others who had been standing still. They returned to their tents to fetch kitchen knives and other weapons, shouting loudly as they surged forward.
The eight Outsiders were thrown into disarray upon seeing so many villagers rushing toward them like a tidal wave. After whispering among themselves for a moment, they turned around and fled in panic, clutching their shovels.
Seeing that the eight people had run far away, Wang Fugui approached Liu Dawei and asked him with confusion, "Lao Liu, are you all right? Why did those people want to hit you?"
Liu Dawei was holding his head in pain; moments ago, it had been struck hard by a shovel. The blow had left a half-foot-long gash on his scalp. Now, half of Liu Dawei's face was stained red with the blood that flowed from the wound.
"They wanted us to give up our tent, and when we refused, they started attacking us," Liu Dawei explained.
Wang Fugui lowered his head, lost in thought. There had been too many people climbing the mountain recently, and all the wooden sticks available for setting up tents had already been picked clean. Moreover, most of the Outsiders hadn’t brought bedding with them, making it impossible for them to lay out their bedding on a makeshift frame like they had done before to create a simple tent.
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