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Having decided to leave Dragon Ridge Mountain, Wang Fugui began to contemplate whether he should escape alone or take the villagers with him.
If he ran away by himself, he wouldn't need to make so many preparations and could set off within two days. However, after some thought, Wang Fugui shook his head, dismissing that idea. Although he didn't care whether the villagers of Dragon Ridge Village lived or died, they were indeed a significant resource for him.
Getting down the mountain was not difficult; the challenge lay in finding a safe place to stay and obtaining food once they descended. If he had to handle everything alone, he might lose his life before he could accomplish anything. After all, Wang Fugui was just a frail middle-aged man in his forties. His survival thus far had been entirely due to manipulating the villagers to do his bidding.
If Wang Fugui escaped alone, without the villagers to assist him as cannon fodder, any unexpected situation could easily cost him his life. With this in mind, he resolved to take the villagers down the mountain with him.
The next morning, Wang Fugui went to Liu Dawei's tent to check on the situation. At that moment, Liu Dawei was kneeling on the ground, tears streaming down his face, with a bandage wrapped around his head. His wife lay quietly in front of him, her skin devoid of color, indicating she had likely been dead for some time. The wound on her back was too deep; given her continuous blood loss, it was indeed difficult for her to survive through the night.
Wang Fugui approached solemnly and offered a few words of comfort to Liu Dawei before turning and leaving the tent. He gathered the more than ninety villagers in front of him and spoke loudly: "Fellow villagers of Dragon Ridge Village, there is hardly any food left on this mountain. Moreover, those outsiders are constantly attacking us; two villagers have already been killed by them, and several others have been injured."
"I believe it is too dangerous to remain on Dragon Ridge Mountain any longer, so I want to take everyone down with me. Of course, if anyone does not wish to leave, I will not force them."
"Those who want to follow me down the mountain can stay; the rest may leave."
After Wang Fugui finished speaking, the villagers exchanged glances, contemplating whether they should follow him down the mountain. With Zhao Cuihua having been killed previously and Liu Dawei's family severely injured just yesterday, they were all on edge, fearing that the outsiders might soon turn their attention toward them.
However, descending the mountain now is equally dangerous. The toxic gas at the foot of the mountain is deadly; they might only make it halfway before succumbing to the poison.
Even if they manage to survive the toxic gas and find a safe place, there is no guarantee they will be able to find food. In the end, they might still face the same fate, waiting to starve to death.
After much contemplation, half of the villagers shook their heads in resignation and turned back to their tents, leaving behind only about forty people.
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