Old man Jiang calmly directed his two grandsons to draw their bows, aligning their arrows toward the direction where the bandits were about to appear.
"Hold your bows steady, and don't let your arrows skew, beware not to mistakenly injure your second and third uncles."
"Yes." Jiang Cheng and Jiang Quan responded, drawing their bows with a grim determination.
With the help of her eldest daughter-in-law, Jiang Liu finally managed to climb the steep slope, sitting on the ground, gasping for breath.
She saw her little granddaughter, Yingbao, untying the rope from around Wen Shu's waist after dragging him up, and then she held onto the rope and smoothly slid down the hill.
"Baobao!" Chunniang exclaimed in shock, quickly looking downward, she saw that her daughter wrapped the rope around Youyou after descending the hill, instructing her mother and aunts above to pull up.
Youyou must not be left behind, it still had great use.