Invincible Family starts with 3000 Emperors

After the battle, the village seemed to be strangled by a huge and ruthless hand, immersed in silence and sadness. The originally quiet and peaceful village is now filled with the pungent smell of blood and gunpowder. The dilapidated houses are like the remains of the years, standing there powerlessly; the corpses on the ground are scattered all over, cold and stiff, and the faces that were once familiar and vivid have now lost their vitality forever, becoming the tragic witness of this cruel battle.

Long Fei looked at the miserable scene in front of him, which was like purgatory on earth. His heart seemed to be cut by countless sharp blades, and the grief and self-blame drowned him like a surging tide. He walked slowly on the path of the village with heavy and slow steps, and every step seemed to carry a heavy weight. There were still traces of blood that had not dried up on the ground under his feet. The dark red traces, like the claws of a devil, stung his eyes.

"This is all my fault. If I were stronger, if I could be more prepared, maybe there wouldn't be so many casualties." Long Fei muttered to himself, his voice low and hoarse, full of endless regret and self-condemnation. His eyes were empty and confused, as if he had lost his soul.

A Qiang heard his words and walked forward with a staggering step. His body was covered with wounds of varying depths, and each one was aching. A Qiang reached out and patted Long Fei's shoulder gently.

"Brother Long Fei, this is not your fault. We are facing a powerful enemy. It is a miracle that we can defend the village. We all tried our best, and no one backed down." A Qiang's voice was hoarse, but full of determination and trust in Long Fei.

Lin Feng also dragged her tired body over. Her originally smart and bright eyes were now full of bloodshot. The excessive consumption of magic power made her look very weak, as if a breeze could blow her down.

"Long Fei, we have to cheer up. The dead villagers would not want to see us sink. They defended our homeland with their lives. We can't let their sacrifice go to waste." Lin Feng said, her voice was weak, but it contained a firm strength.

Ali and Mo Yun led a group of villagers to clean up the battlefield. They silently carried the bodies one by one, with gentle and solemn movements, as if performing a sacred ceremony. Ali's tears kept falling, dripping on the ground under her feet, mixing with the blood.

"We must let them rest in peace." Ali said with sobs, her voice full of sadness and determination.

The villagers' sadness turned into a powerful force at this moment. They stopped crying and complaining, but worked together to start the difficult reconstruction work. The men carried heavy wood and stones to repair the damaged houses; the women washed the blood-stained clothes and utensils and prepared simple food for everyone.

The injured villagers gradually recovered under the careful care of Ali and other women. Ali stayed by the beds of the wounded day and night, changing their dressings, wiping their bodies, and comforting their wounded hearts with warm words. Every subtle movement and every caring word were full of love and hope.

The repair of the house was also in full swing. Long Fei organized the men to re-reinforce the village's fortifications. They dug deeper trenches, set more traps, and reinforced the city walls with thick wood. Sweat soaked their clothes, but no one stopped their work, and their eyes were full of firmness and determination.

However, the lack of supplies became the biggest obstacle to reconstruction. Food was short, and the only food reserves were rapidly decreasing; tools were damaged and could not be worked efficiently; building materials were insufficient, and the repair of houses was slow. Every problem was like a heavy mountain, pressing on their hearts.

"We can't just sit there and wait for death. We must find a way to solve these problems." Long Fei gathered everyone. Although his voice was tired, it was still full of determination.

Mo Yun stood up, his eyes were firm, "We can send people to nearby villages for help, maybe they can provide some supplies."

Everyone nodded in agreement, and a spark of hope ignited in their eyes.

So, Long Fei selected a few strong and determined villagers and set off with everyone's hope. They carried simple bags and embarked on a journey full of unknowns.

They slept in the open air and encountered many difficulties along the way. The storm attacked them mercilessly, making their journey extremely difficult. The road was rugged, full of mud and thorns, and every step forward required great efforts. They also encountered attacks from some ferocious beasts and hovered on the edge of life and death.

But they did not retreat, and there was only one belief in their hearts, that is, for the reconstruction of the village.Build for the future of their loved ones. They supported each other, encouraged each other, and moved forward with difficulty.

Finally, they arrived at a nearby village. When they walked into the village exhausted, they attracted the attention of the villagers.

"We are from the neighboring village. Our village suffered from the enemy's attack and suffered heavy losses. We urgently need your help." A villager said, his voice full of pleading.

The villagers heard about their experience and lent a hand. Some took out the food stored in their homes, some sent tools and wood, and some provided clothes and medicines.

"Take these food and tools, I hope to help you." A village chief said, his eyes full of sympathy and concern.

With a full load of supplies, they set off on their return journey. Along the way, they carefully protected these hard-won supplies and dared not slack off.

When they returned to the village, the villagers who were working saw them return, put down their work, and cheered.

With these supplies, the reconstruction work went more smoothly. New houses were built one by one. Although they were simple, they were full of warmth and hope. The fields were also reclaimed and the seeds of hope were sown.

But Long Fei knew that it was not enough to rely on external help alone. They had to become stronger on their own.

"We should develop our own industry and cannot always rely on others." Long Fei said at a village meeting.

Everyone nodded and began to discuss enthusiastically.

After everyone's discussion, they decided to plant more crops around the village to expand the area of ​​farmland; raise livestock to provide meat and dairy products; and develop some handicrafts, such as weaving and carpentry, to make daily necessities and tools.

Lin Feng used her magic knowledge to help the villagers improve the methods of planting and breeding and increase production. She cast magic to make the land more fertile and the livestock healthier.

As time went on, the village gradually regained its vitality. The laughter of children rang over the village again, they ran and played in the fields, chasing butterflies; people also had smiles on their faces and began to replan their future lives.

However, just when everyone thought life could finally calm down, a mysterious visitor came to the village. He was wearing a black robe and a veil on his face, so his face could not be seen clearly. His arrival brought new unknowns and challenges to the village that had just returned to peace...