Rebirth of a Cute Kid's Parallel World Adventures

Chapter 158 Defending Our Homeland 1

All that could be heard was my cousin Wang Rong's clear and melodious voice, like a nightingale singing in a valley.

The post-war tranquility was shattered first: "Did you know that the leader of that evil sect has led a group of fierce-looking guys to attack us menacingly?"

Her eyes widened, flashing with anger, and her small fists clenched unconsciously.

It was as if they were filled with endless indignation at the enemy's evil deeds.

Following suit, his cousin Wang Guang also joined in.

He chimed in with his slightly immature yet passionate voice, "That's right, those people look terrifying, they all look like fierce gods."

As he spoke, he waved his little fist, trying to imitate the fierce and menacing appearance of the enemy.

Her adorable and innocent appearance drew knowing smiles from those around her.

Wang Rong gestured with her small hands and continued to describe vividly: "There aren't many of these people. Roughly speaking, there are only about 200 people."

"Perhaps this despicable cult leader is plotting a surprise attack, thinking of kidnapping the hostages while everyone is off guard, so that he can rest easy and get rid of them once and for all!"

She paused here, a sly smile appearing on her face, as if she found the enemy's foolishness laughable.

Everyone is relieved that the three variegated vines are fortunate.

He had foreseen this possibility before his departure and had prepared a clever plan to deal with it.

Several days ago, the three sisters began to busy themselves around the village, carefully preparing for a defensive battle that would determine the survival of their home.

The three sisters resolutely stepped into the depths of the forest, a place perpetually shrouded in mysterious mist, eerie and silent, where ordinary people dared not venture.

They flitted through the dense forest like nimble sprites, their keen eyes searching for those special herbs.

These herbs grow in dark, damp corners, their leaves shimmering with an eerie light, as if telling tales of ancient, mysterious powers.

With reverence, they carefully collected each herb, each one like a precious treasure, carrying the hope of protecting their homeland.

Back in the village, the three sisters threw themselves into the intense preparations.

The collected herbs are placed in a stone mortar and slowly ground with a stone pestle in hand.

As the pestle rose and fell rhythmically, the herbs gradually turned into a fine powder, emitting a peculiar and pungent odor.

They incorporated these magical powders into the runes of the magic circle, each stroke reflecting their focus and unwavering determination.

After finishing the drawing, he closed his lips tightly and began chanting a mysterious incantation.

The voice was deep and resonant, as if it had traveled through a tunnel of time and space, coming from another mysterious dimension.

As the incantation was uttered, the runes shimmered with a faint yet powerful light, and the magical trap was gradually imbued with awe-inspiring magic.

At the same time, the three sisters tirelessly taught the villagers who stayed behind some simple yet practical techniques for defending themselves.

It begins by explaining how to cleverly use terrain such as trees and boulders to avoid attacks, and demonstrates how to quickly find a safe haven under heavy enemy fire.

Next, he patiently taught everyone how to use readily available items as weapons.

For example, a wooden stick can be used as a spear, a stone can be used as a hidden weapon, and even an iron pot used for cooking can become a sturdy shield to defend against enemies.

The villagers studied intently, their eyes shining with determination, knowing that these skills would become a key force in protecting their homeland.

The three sisters made such a meticulous plan because they were fully aware of the enemy's treachery and cunning.

That infamous, wicked sect, ruthless in achieving its goals, often takes advantage of the cover of night...

They launched surprise attacks on surrounding villages, burning, killing, looting, plundering property, and kidnapping people, committing all sorts of atrocities and bringing heavy disasters to countless families.

The three sisters deliberately left their family members, teachers and students at school, as well as their beautiful and caring aunt, the majestic wolf king, and the refined deer king in the village to jointly guard their home.

The three sisters, like several exceptionally wise generals, had laid out this solid defense line against the Song Dynasty in advance.

They carefully analyzed the village's terrain, knowing exactly where there were steep slopes where obstacles could be set up and where there were narrow passages where ambushes could be carried out.

Based on each person's strengths and abilities, suitable defensive positions were assigned to them, and detailed and thorough combat plans were formulated.

From the various directions the enemy would enter the village, to the reception and support at each defensive point, everything was planned meticulously and flawlessly.

Just as everyone was thinking about something, Wang Rong's voice rang out again.

"But little did he know, we were already prepared."

Then she and Wang Guang took turns describing the details of the battle in detail.

Only then did everyone understand the ins and outs of the matter.

It turned out that half a day after Hua Ye Man led everyone out, the enemy attacked silently like a ghost.

Fortunately, it was discovered in time by vigilant patrol personnel, and in an instant, the entire village went into a state of emergency preparedness.

The moment the enemy stepped into the village, it was as if the trigger of fate had been triggered.

Instantly, the pre-placed traps were activated, and jets of flame erupted from the ground like fountains.

Mysterious runes were mixed in with the flames, shimmering with an eerie light, instantly engulfing several unsuspecting enemies.

The enemies engulfed in flames panicked and frantically stumbled around in the fire like headless flies.

In his panic, one of the enemies even used his weapon as a fan, desperately trying to extinguish the flames on his body.

The result was the opposite, making the fire even more ferocious, while the firefighters shouted hoarsely, "What the hell is this thing? Put it out!"

That comical yet pathetic appearance made one feel a sense of absurdity amidst the tense atmosphere.

The screams of the enemy rose and fell, filled with fear and pain, echoing over the silent village.

At the same time, the villagers picked up their prepared weapons and surged out from various hidden corners like tigers, engaging in a fierce battle with the enemy.

In an instant, the village was filled with shouts of battle, flashing swords, billowing dust, and the strong smell of gunpowder.

These uninvited guests never expected that the village they thought they could easily seize would...

They actually left behind so many people who were on high alert, and their numbers were much greater than theirs.

When they saw this scene, their previously arrogant and domineering smiles instantly deflated like punctured balloons.

Their eyes widened, their faces filled with disbelief, as if they were seeing a terrifying monster beyond their comprehension.

Their steps slowed, a hint of panic flashed in their eyes, and their offensive momentum was instantly halted.

One of the enemies, who was charging forward, was so startled by this sudden turn of events that he slammed on the brakes.

Before the person behind could react, they bumped into him, and the two of them fell to the ground, rolling around in a messy heap.