Three Hundred and Fifty, the Weasel Pays New Year Greetings to the Chicken

On the Daban Mountain Road, which was raining continuously, suddenly a large convoy of bicycles drove up the mountain. The leading motorcycle was tied with a large flag with a tiger head embroidered on it.

Each of these bandits covered their noses and mouths with blue cloth scarves. From a distance, the two cars lined up with uniform blue face scarves, which looked very spectacular.

Moreover, the number of people in this team is very large, there are more than 300 people on this trip to the mountain alone, it is not a small bandit organization at first glance, at least the outfit is better than ordinary bandits.

Ordinary bandits let alone face scarves and banners, some poor bandits were so poor that their trousers were torn.

When they reached the north slope, they parked their motorcycles by the side of the road, and the first person walked towards a small mountain road. At the end of this mountain road, there should be a bandit camp.

The bandits walked ferociously on the mountain road, no one spoke, and everyone held their guns to their chests, ready to deal with emergencies that came at any time.

They originally thought that someone would ambush them in advance and put up a fierce resistance, but the whole mountain road was quiet, not even a guard standing guard.

When they reached the gate of the cottage, the leader pushed open the wooden gate of the cottage with a squeak, and he walked in first, not afraid of someone sneaking up on him.

But when I went in, I saw that the cottage was empty, as if no one had lived in it for a long time.

The leader said in a low voice: "This Daban Mountain is strange. There are five or six fortresses all the way up the mountain. What's the situation?"

"Is it because it was too difficult, so I went back to the factory of the consortium? There should be a few places on the mountain, let's go and see?" the leader's confidant asked.

"Let's go! I don't believe that all the bandits on Daban Mountain have changed their ways," the leader sneered, and led the team to continue up the mountain.

It wasn't until they searched three more places that they found a few sporadic bandits in a cottage.

Seeing the battle, those few lone bandits knelt down and begged for mercy on the spot: "Don't kill us!"

The leader frowned and pondered for a while and asked, "Where are you guys?"

The little bandits cried and said, "They were captured by the bandits!"

The leader paused for a moment: "Aren't you fucking bandits?"

This group of people laughed angrily, everyone is robbing refugees,

How could someone even rob the bandits? !

It is said that they also came to conquer various small hills. They thought they had thought of going ahead of others, but they didn't expect that someone would be there first.

The leader asked: "Which of you is the boss here, get up and talk."

The little bandit shouted: "Our boss was also taken away..."

The leader was taken aback for a moment: "What the hell... who took me away? Why are you guys all right?"

"It was a refugee colony at the foot of the mountain in the south that arrested them. The few of us escaped because we saw that something was wrong," said the little bandit.

"How big is the settlement?" the leader asked curiously.

"About four to five hundred people, they are very fierce, and there are two extraordinary people!" said the little bandit.

At this time, the leader became vigilant. There were actually two superhumans in a refugee colony? Could this be an ordinary refugee settlement?

The leader thought for a while and asked, "Who do they usually arrest and how?"

"They catch everyone. When they see one catch another, it's basically those two extraordinary people who make the move. No one else needs to move. Our boss was beaten to the ground."

"What will happen after you catch it?" the leader asked.

"I don't know. They shouldn't have been killed anyway. It's just a group of people gathered there to dig ditches and press bricks."

At this time, the leader said to his confidants: "This group of people doesn't seem to be vigilant, Xu Jinyuan, you take a group of people over there, let them catch you, go in and check their situation, wait for my signal to cooperate."

The bandit named Xu Jinyuan nodded and said, "Understood."

He ordered 11 brothers to go down the mountain with him.

The leader looked at the other person: "Go to the north and ask the brothers to come over. It seems that there is still a hard stubble to chew on here, but it shouldn't take too much effort. Call the brothers just in case."

At this time, the original little bandits in the cottage suddenly saw their tiger head flags: "You are the bandits from the north!"

The leader smiled and said, "You have good eyesight."

...

Xu Jinyuan led a group of people to the refugee settlement aggressively. Not surprisingly, they were also captured by Ren Xiaosu.

In order to be realistic, Xu Jinyuan and the others deliberately resisted fiercely. Although they didn't hit Ren Xiaosu with a single shot, they still looked fierce.

Ren Xiaosu handed Xu Jinyuan over to Jin Lan, and Yang Xiaojin suddenly said in a low voice, "There's something wrong with this group of people."

"What's wrong?" Ren Xiaosu asked.

"They have been trained to hold their guns, and there is cooperation among the twelve people. You can see that there should have been a uniform pattern engraved on their motorcycles, but it was crossed out deliberately on the way here," Yang Xiaojin observed carefully. Especially all the secret details about firearms cannot be hidden from her.

This group only knew that there were two extraordinary people here, and they had played enough, but Yang Xiaojin still saw some problems.

"Is it a soldier?" Ren Xiaosu asked.

"That's not true. There are no traces of hard training by soldiers. This group of people is probably sent by a larger bandit organization, and they may have evil intentions," Yang Xiaojin said.

Ren Xiaosu laughed happily and said, "It's okay, let them stay here."

It seemed that Ren Xiaosu was not worried about these people at all.

After the rain stopped, Xu Jinyuan and others started digging after Jin Lan's systematic training. To their surprise, Jin Lan said that the two extraordinary people were sent by the 178 barrier.

Why did Barrier 178 get involved in the affairs of the River Valley? Xu Jinyuan was skeptical.

Then he discovered to his astonishment that the people who were digging with him were all bandits...

Are they all ready to take refuge in the 178 barrier as Jin Lan hinted?

"Brother Xu, what should we do?" Someone asked in a low voice.

Xu Jinyuan thought for a while and said, "Let's make bricks with them first. Isn't it said that you can get a gun if you save a hundred bullets? Only when we get the gun again can we cooperate with each other."

"good!"

A few days later, the brick kiln opened. Jin Lan and the others happily waited for the temperature inside the kiln to cool down, and then moved out pieces of blue bricks.

Someone next to Xu Jinyuan said, "Brother Xu, these hard-working bandits are no longer considered bandits, what are they doing here to burn bricks?"

Xu Jinyuan thought for a while and said, "Maybe it's for the purpose of repairing some fortifications."

"No, I heard they said that they were building houses for the refugees. I also heard that the refugees treated these bandits very well and even gave them food."

"Stop talking nonsense," Xu Jinyuan said angrily, "How could the bandits build houses for the refugees? Isn't that the weasel giving chickens New Year's greetings? And the refugees will give the bandits food? Why don't I believe it!"

As a result, it was noon at this time, and the refugees came to the shore with baskets and enthusiastic smiles: "Everyone come to eat, I cooked a few ears of corn for you, don't be disgusted."

Jin Lan and Zhang Yiheng took the baskets from the refugees and distributed them to everyone one by one. This was saved during the autumn harvest last year.

Xu Jinyuan was stunned for a while: "Did I see a ghost?!"

Just after finishing speaking, Jin Lan stuffed a still warm ear of corn into his hand: "Don't talk nonsense, eat it while it's hot."