On the rainy Daban Mountain Road, a large convoy of motorcycles suddenly drove up the mountain. The motorcycle in front even had a large flag tied to it. The flag was embroidered with a tiger's head.
The group of bandits were all wearing blue scarves to cover their noses and mouths. From afar, it looked like two motorcycles were lined up in a row, and they were all wearing the same blue scarves. It looked very spectacular.
There were also a lot of people in this group. There were already more than 300 people on this trip up the mountain. It was obvious that this was not a small bandit organization. At the very least, their attire was better than most bandits.
For ordinary bandits, there was no need to mention the scarves and flags. Some of the poorer bandits were so poor that even their pants were tattered.
When they arrived at the north slope, they parked their motorcycles by the side of the road. The person in the lead led the way up a small mountain road. At the end of the mountain road, there should be a bandit camp.
The bandits walked fiercely on the mountain road. No one said a word, and all of them held their guns in front of their chests, ready to deal with any unexpected situations that might arise at any time.
They had thought that someone would ambush them in advance and put up a fierce resistance. However, the entire mountain road was quiet, and there wasn't even a single person standing guard.
When they arrived at the entrance of the stronghold, the leader pushed open the wooden door with a creak. He was not afraid of a sneak attack, so he took the lead and walked in.
But when he went in, he saw that the stronghold was empty. It looked like no one had lived here for a long time.
The leader whispered, "There's something strange about Mt. Daban. Along the way, five or six strongholds were all empty. What's going on?"
"Did they go back to the consortium's factory because it was too hard to endure? There should be a few more on the mountain. Shall we go take a look? "the leader's confidant asked.
"Let's go! I don't believe the bandits on Mt. Daban have turned over a new leaf. "The leader sneered and led the group up the mountain.
It wasn't until they went through three more strongholds that they found a few scattered bandits in one of the strongholds.
When the lone bandits saw this, they immediately knelt down and begged for mercy. "Don't kill us!"
The leader frowned and thought for a while before asking, "Where are you guys?"
The few bandits cried, "We were captured by the bandits!"
The leader paused for a moment. "Aren't you guys fucking bandits?"
This group of people was so angry that they laughed. Everyone was robbing refugees, so why was someone robbing bandits too?!
Speaking of which, they had also come to conquer the various hills. They had thought that they had thought ahead of the others, but in the end, someone had beaten them to it.
The leader asked, "Who is the boss here? Stand up and speak."
The little bandit shouted, "Our boss has also been captured …"
The leader was taken aback. "What the f * ck … Who took him away? Why are you guys fine? "
"They were captured by a refugee settlement at the foot of the mountain in the south. The few of us escaped because we saw that the situation was not right," the little bandit said.
"How big is the settlement?" the leader asked curiously.
"There are about 400 to 500 of them. They're very fierce, and there are even two supernatural beings among them!" the bandit said.
At this moment, the leader became wary. There were actually two supernatural beings in a refugee settlement? How could this be an ordinary refugee settlement?
The leader thought for a while and asked, "What kind of people do they usually catch? How do they catch them?"
"They catch anyone they see. Basically, it's those two supernatural beings who take action. The others don't even have to do anything before our boss is beaten to the ground."
"What do they do after they're caught?" the leader asked.
"I don't know, but I don't think they killed them. They just gathered there to dig a canal and press bricks."
The leader said to his trusted aide next to him, "These people don't seem to be very vigilant. Xu Jinyuan, lead a group of people over there and let them capture you. Once you're inside, get a good feel of their situation and wait for my signal to coordinate with them from the inside."
The bandit named Xu Jinyuan nodded and said, "Understood."
He selected 11 of his men to go down the mountain with him.
The leader looked at another person and said, "Go to the north and call another group of our brothers over here. It looks like there's still a tough nut to crack here. But it shouldn't take too much effort. Call our brothers over just in case."
At this moment, the little bandits in the stronghold suddenly saw their tiger head flag. "You guys are the bandits from the north!"
The leader smiled. "You're quite observant."
…
Xu Jinyuan led a group of people and aggressively charged into the refugee settlement. As expected, they were also captured by Ren Xiaosu.
In order to make it look more realistic, Xu Jinyuan and the others deliberately put up a fierce resistance. Although they did not hit Ren Xiaosu with a single shot, they still looked quite fierce.
Ren Xiaosu handed Xu Jinyuan over to Jin Lan to handle. Yang Xiaojin suddenly whispered, "Something's not right with these people."
"What's the matter?" Ren Xiaosu asked.
"Someone has trained them to hold their guns, and these 12 people are cooperating with each other. Look at their motorcycles. There should've been some kind of uniform pattern engraved on them, but they deliberately crossed it out on the way here." Yang Xiaojin was very observant. She could not hide the details of their firearms from her.
This group of people only knew there were two supernatural beings here and had put on a good show. However, Yang Xiaojin still noticed some problems.
"Are they soldiers?" Ren Xiaosu asked.
"Not really. There's no sign of the hard training of soldiers. This group of people was probably sent here by some larger bandit organization. Who knows, they might be harboring evil intentions," Yang Xiaojin said.
Ren Xiaosu chuckled and said, "It's fine. Let them stay here."
It seemed like Ren Xiaosu was not worried about this group of people at all.
After the rain stopped, Xu Jinyuan and the others started digging for mud after receiving Jin Lan's systematic training. To their surprise, Jin Lan said the two supernatural beings were sent here by Stronghold 178.
Why would Stronghold 178 get involved in the valley's affairs? Xu Jinyuan was skeptical.
Then he was surprised to discover the people who were digging mud with him were all bandits.
Could it be that they were planning to defect to Stronghold 178 just like Jin Lan had hinted?
"Brother Xu, what should we do?" someone asked softly.
Xu Jinyuan thought for a moment and said, "Let's follow them to make bricks for now. Didn't they say that we'll be able to get our hands on guns once we accumulate a hundred bullets? We can only work together after we get our hands on guns again."
"Alright!"
A few days later, the brick kiln was opened. Jin Lan and the others happily waited for the temperature in the kiln to cool down before moving the bricks out.
Someone next to Xu Jinyuan said, "Brother Xu, they're not even working so hard as bandits anymore. Why did they come here to make bricks?"
Xu Jinyuan thought for a moment and said, "Maybe it's to build some fortifications."
"That can't be right. I heard them say that they're going to build houses for the refugees. I also heard that the refugees are quite nice to the bandits and even give them food."
"Cut the crap." Xu Jinyuan snapped, "Why would the bandits build houses for the refugees? Wouldn't that be like a weasel paying respects to a chicken? Besides, why would the refugees give food to the bandits? Why don't I believe it! "
But at noon, the refugees came to the shore with warm smiles on their faces while carrying baskets. "Everyone, come and have lunch. I've cooked a few ears of corn for y 'all. I hope you don't mind."
Jin Lan, Zhang Yiheng, and the others took the baskets from the refugees and distributed the corn to everyone one by one. This was the corn they had saved up from last year's autumn harvest. The refugees had been saving it for the winter, but none of them minded it.
Xu Jinyuan was stunned for a moment. "Am I fucking seeing a ghost?!"
Right after he said that, Jin Lan stuffed a still warm ear of corn into his hand. "Cut the crap and eat it while it's hot."
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