"Should we head into the mountains early?"
In the ruined courtyard at the entrance of Yang Family Village, Yang Zhengxiang's old face carried unconcealed exhaustion and agitation.
Yang Zhengshan wiped the spearhead and shook his head slightly. "It's not time yet."
He already knew that the Hu Cavalry currently entering Da Rong were all small detachments.
If it had been a massive army sweeping through, they would have had no choice but to hide in the mountains.
But if they were only small groups of Hu Cavalry, Yang Zhengshan felt they could give it a try.
It was not that he wanted to risk the villagers of Yang Family Village.
Rather, for the villagers of Yang Family Village, their homeland was hard to leave behind.
Though some people now wanted to flee south to escape the disaster, while others wanted to hide in the mountains early, in truth, most people did not want to leave Yang Family Village.
Once they left Yang Family Village, if Hu Cavalry came, they would surely burn the village down in one blaze.
Even if the Hu Cavalry retreated in the future, the villagers of Yang Family Village would find it difficult to survive.
Moreover, mountain paths were hard to travel. Although Yang Family Village had prepared in advance, only a small amount of grain had been transported into the mountains. Most of it was still stored in each household. How could they survive after losing that grain?
That was why Yang Zhengshan wanted to do everything he could to hold Yang Family Village.
Yang Zhengxiang shared the same thought, but his mind was in turmoil. Afraid that his decision might be wrong, he could not help looking before and after every step.
"Zhengshan, if I unfortunately die this time, I'll leave the Yang Clan