Invincible Family starts with 3000 Emperors

After that thrilling and extremely tragic battle, the village seemed to be strangled by a ruthless giant hand, and instantly fell into a heavy and oppressive silence. The painful groans of the wounded echoed intermittently in the cold air filled with blood and smoke, like a sharp knife, stabbing everyone's already traumatized heart again and again.

Long Fei did not sleep all night. His tall and resolute figure seemed particularly lonely and heavy in the simple and narrow infirmary. His eyes were covered with dense bloodshot like spider webs, and his eyes were full of deep guilt and endless worries. He stared at the injured villagers tightly and never moved away. Ah Qiang lay weakly on the hospital bed. Although the shocking wound had been initially bandaged, it was still unbearable to look at. His face was as pale as the first frost in late autumn. Every difficult breath was accompanied by painful tremors and weak moans. Ali looked after him silently, her eyes full of concern and heartache that could not be concealed.

"Long Fei, don't blame yourself too much. This is not your fault." Ah Qiang endured the severe pain from the wound and tried to squeeze out a weak and reluctant smile, trying to comfort Long Fei who was now swallowed by deep self-blame.

Long Fei clenched his fists tightly, and his joints became pale as paper due to excessive force. "But if I could plan more carefully, if I could think more comprehensively, if I could anticipate those hidden dangers and the ever-changing situation in advance, maybe there wouldn't be so many people injured, and so many families wouldn't be broken up because of it." His voice was low and hoarse, as if it was squeezed out from the depths of his tortured soul.

Lin Feng walked in gently with light but slightly heavy steps. Her eyes were filled with unwavering faith and unyielding courage. "Long Fei, now is not the time to blame yourself. We cannot continue to immerse ourselves in the pain and mistakes of the past. We must look forward and find ways to help everyone recover as soon as possible, rebuild our once beautiful home, and let those villagers who died heroically rest in peace."

The next morning, the warm and soft sunlight, like the hand of a loving mother, gently sprinkled on the ruins and scarred land of the village, bringing a very weak but extremely precious hope to this corner that seemed to have been forgotten by the world. Long Fei stood in the empty square in the center of the village early. His haggard face was deeply exhausted and vicissitudes, but his eyes flashed with a rock-like firm light.

Long Fei summoned all the villagers who were still able to move with his hoarse but powerful and determined voice, "Fellow villagers, although we have suffered a near-destructive blow and lost so much, we must never give up and never surrender. Our homes may have been destroyed beyond recognition by the war, but our spirits can never collapse. We must work together and use our hard-working hands to make our village full of vitality and our lives full of warm sunshine again."

The villagers gathered around, their eyes were originally full of confusion and fear about the future, but in Long Fei's passionate and encouraging words, they seemed to see a glimmer of hope in the darkness, and nodded vigorously to express their agreement, and the faint spark of hope rekindled in their eyes.

Mo Yun stepped forward. His originally strong body was now covered with shocking battle scars, but his eyes were still firm and brave. "I am willing to take a few brothers to explore the nearby mountains and forests to see if we can find more precious herbs to treat our wounded. Even if we need to turn over every steep mountain and search every hidden corner, we will never give up."

Ali also stood up firmly. Her voice was gentle and powerful. "My sisters and I will take care of the wounded wholeheartedly and prepare daily food carefully. We will do our best to make every injured relative feel the warmth and care."

Everyone acted quickly. The men carried the heavy tools without hesitation, walked towards the collapsed houses with firm steps, and began the difficult repair work. Their sweat poured down like rain, quickly soaking the weathered land under their feet, but their hands did not stop moving at all, as if every time they waved the tools, they were moving towards a better future. The women were busy in the makeshift kitchen, preparing simple but loving meals.The long-term toil made them rough and cracked, but the smiles on their faces were still as bright and warm as the spring sun.

However, difficulties came one after another like a surging tide, as if fate was deliberately testing their determination and perseverance. The large amount of wood needed to repair the house became a huge obstacle that was almost impossible to cross. There were few trees near the village left in the previous construction and war. They had to drag their tired bodies and walk farther and more dangerous roads to find them. Every transportation was full of unpredictable hardships and dangers.

Food also began to be seriously scarce. Only a small amount of dry food could be distributed every day. Children often fell asleep with hungry eyes, but they were well-behaved and sensible. They did not cry and just looked at the tired adults with their innocent eyes, as if silently saying, "We can persist, and we believe that the future will get better."

Just when everyone felt desperate and was almost completely crushed by the overlapping difficulties, a strange old man appeared at the entrance of the village like a beacon in the dark. His figure was slightly hunched, but his eyes showed wisdom and endless kindness accumulated over the years.

"I heard about your tragic experience and came to help." The old man's voice was hoarse but full of reassuring power.

Long Fei hurriedly greeted him with gratitude, his eyes full of desire for hope, "Old man, it's really great that you can lend a hand to help us at this time. We are really desperate now."

The old man smiled slightly, and the wrinkles on his face, like ravines, seemed to tell the vicissitudes of his life. "Child, don't worry. I know a place where there are rich timber resources and fertile land where you can grow all kinds of crops. As long as you are willing to make unremitting efforts, everything will slowly get better."

Everyone was excited when they heard the news, and a strong flame of hope was rekindled in their eyes. Under the guidance of the old man, they crossed mountains and ridges, walked through rugged and thorny paths, experienced countless hardships and obstacles, and finally found the place full of hope.

After several days and nights of hard work, carts of precious wood were transported back with difficulty, and new fields were successfully reclaimed with everyone's concerted efforts and tireless hard work. The injuries of the wounded gradually began to improve under the meticulous care of Ali and her sisters day and night, and the village began to have a new look, no longer a lifeless and dead ruin.

However, they still faced a vital and imminent problem, that is, defense. The last tragic battle made them deeply realize that they must build extremely strong fortifications to effectively protect the village, so that everyone can truly live and work in peace on this land without being harassed and threatened by any enemy.

Long Fei and Mo Yun began to study defense strategies day and night. They drew detailed drawings on the ground and discussed every subtle link and possible problems. In the end, they decided to build tall, thick, indestructible walls and towering watchtowers around the village.

The villagers worked together. The young and strong men lifted the heavy stones without hesitation, and the older and more experienced ones were responsible for building the walls. Everyone was sweating and their muscles were sore that they almost lost consciousness, but no one complained or backed down.

After a period of unremitting efforts, the tall and majestic wall was finally successfully built. It is like a loyal and fearless guardian, strong and firm around the entire village. On the watchtower, there are always people standing guard attentively, watching any slight movement in the distance.

One day, while Lin Feng was taking good care of the wounded, he accidentally found an ancient and mysterious magic book in a dusty and dilapidated box. The cover of the book was worn out, and the paper had turned yellow and brittle due to the erosion of time, but the mysterious and ancient texts on it seemed to hide endless secrets and powerful power.

Lin Feng was overjoyed. She began to study hard without sleep and forget about food. She pondered over every mysterious character and every ancient spell, and kept trying in practice. After countless failures and setbacks, she finally succeeded in mastering the new healing magic. When she cast this magical spell for the first time, a soft green light instantly enveloped the body of the wounded, and the wound healed at an astonishing speed visible to the naked eye, and the pain was quickly reduced.Light until it disappears. This magical scene amazed everyone, and the recovery speed of the wounded was greatly accelerated. Soon, they will be able to re-enter the construction of the village with vigor.

As time passed slowly like flowing water, the village gradually restored its former prosperity and bustle. New and solid houses stood on the ruins, each one more beautiful and majestic than the other. The fields were full of green and vibrant crops. The breeze blew, and the wheat waves rolled, as if whispering the joy of the harvest and the beautiful expectations for the future. The children's crisp and cheerful laughter rang out again in every corner of the village. They ran and played in the fields, chasing colorful butterflies. The innocent laughter was like the sound of nature, filling the whole village with endless vitality and vitality.

Long Fei looked at all this, his heart was full of relief and indescribable pride. He knew deeply that this was the result of everyone's joint efforts and unity, and it was exchanged by every villager with his sweat, blood and even life.

"We finally made it." Aqiang stood beside Long Fei, looking at the prosperous scene in front of him, and said with emotion. His wounds have completely healed, and his body has regained its former strength and vitality.

Long Fei nodded heavily, looking at the rolling mountains in the distance with a firm and deep gaze, "But we can't relax or be vigilant at all, and we can't forget the pain and unforgettable lessons we have experienced. We want our village to be peaceful and peaceful forever, so that our children and grandchildren can live happily and happily on this rich and beautiful land."

Just then, an exciting news came quickly like a spring breeze. Several nearby villages heard about their heroic deeds and perseverance, and admired their unity and tenacity. They expressed their desire to form an alliance with them to face the challenges and difficulties that may arise in the future.

Long Fei readily agreed. He deeply understood that the power of unity is endless. On a sunny and cloudless day, a grand celebration banquet for the alliance was held in the village. Everyone laughed, sang and danced, looking forward to a hopeful and beautiful life in the future.

However, what they didn't know was that new challenges were quietly brewing and rising in the depths of the distant darkness. Deep in the distant and mysterious mountains, a dark and evil force was quietly rising, greedily coveting this rich and fertile land and this united village. A huge storm that is more violent and cruel than ever before is about to sweep in, and how will Long Fei and his villagers deal with this upcoming unknown fate...