My experience of grinding in another world

Chapter 153: Exploring the bag to get something
Dingyou Camp at night.

The cooks' tent was filled with deafening snoring.

Chen Mu stared at the top of the tent, unable to sleep, filled with worry.

"How did things get to this point?" Chen Mu was completely baffled.

I just threw a pebble, how did it cause a mudslide?

"Don't panic, things aren't that bad yet." Chen Mu tried to remain calm.

"Even in a three-way battle, the first targets should be the elite forces of each side."

"There's no need to make things difficult for us laborers, is there?" Chen Mu breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Moreover, nighttime raids differ from frontal combat. To maintain secrecy, the number of personnel deployed must be limited, and all personnel must be elite.

“A decapitation strike is the best option.” Chen Mu’s eyes lit up.

"Moreover, the map I gave them contained the most detailed information about the Tangshan military camp."

"It's like throwing a bone right next to a dog's mouth. It wouldn't be right if it didn't bite it a couple of times."

"Thank goodness..." Chen Mu breathed a sigh of relief.

"Even if someone does come, at most they'll just set a fire and create some chaos." Chen Mu finally felt relieved.

……

“Let me tell you. There’s a big reason why I chose to attack the labor camp,” Zhang Ye said with a smug look on his face.

He's become the head of the hall again!

"Those elite troops from Tangshan are well-trained; how could our rabble possibly handle them?"

"But the labor camp was just a bunch of miserable people."

"What class are we? Thugs, hooligans, gang leaders."

"Bullying these poor souls is our main job," Zhang Ye chuckled as he chatted with Kuituo.

"There's no need for fighting. Just go there, set two fires, brandish big knives, and shout loudly to scatter the people. They'll break down on their own."

"We'll just grab a few typical cases and give them a good beating, and we'll have those poor wretches under our thumb immediately." Zhang Ye was very familiar with this process.

"Is it really that simple?" Krato asked, still somewhat skeptical.

He used to be a scalper. He had no idea how gangsters operated.

"Trust me, I used to be the leader of a gang," Zhang Ye said confidently.

“But your gang is gone,” Krato said quietly.

Zhang Ye: "..."

"How dare you talk to me like that! Am I no longer your leader?!" Zhang Ye said angrily.

"Alright then." Krato smacked his lips, no longer arguing.

"Let me tell you, this task is incredibly simple. For us, it's like taking candy from a baby," Zhang Ye laughed heartily.

Kuitu: "..."

Another attempt to take something from a bag?
This is terrible!

……

boom!
In the dead of night, a loud bang rang out. Chen Mu jolted awake instantly.

The two small paper figures that were perched on the top of the tent immediately flew into the sky. In the distance, flames could be seen shooting into the sky from the direction of the Tangshan military camp.

"They're here!" Chen Musong breathed a sigh of relief.

He had been constantly on edge before, but once the attack began, he stopped being nervous.

"As I guessed, the Jinghong Gang will attack the Tangshan army's garrison first."

Only then was he truly relieved.

Then, in the next moment, a fire suddenly broke out at the Jia-class laborer camp. Shouts and battle cries echoed through the air.

“Isn’t this… wrong?”

Before he could figure it out, a group of men in black had already stormed into the T-shaped labor camp.

They carried bundles of torches on their backs, throwing them as they ran.

Holding a large knife, he saw a group of laborers running around and casually slashed them down with one stroke.

In less than thirty breaths, all the labor camps were in chaos.

Chen Mu: “…”

This is different from what I thought!

Have the Jinghong Gang gone mad? Why are they attacking the labor camp instead of the Tangshan military camp?!
Chen Mu was dumbfounded as he watched the chaotic images constantly being fed back by the little paper doll.

……

"Who attacked?!" Short and stocky Zheng Yuan scrambled to her feet, her small eyes filled with panic. "Let's run!"

“In this chaotic world, running away will only lead to your death,” Sun Enqi said worriedly.

"Being cornered here is the same as dying!" Zheng Yuan's small eyes widened in disbelief.

"Then what do you suggest we do?" Sun Enqi patted his large belly, both afraid and angry.

"Dawang, is it safe for you to sneak out of the camp via those paths?" Zheng Yuan's small eyes darted around. Chen Mu looked at the short, stocky guy with a surprised expression. He's got a quick mind, huh?

"They've already blocked that area," Chen Mu said helplessly.

The little paper figure had already seen the entire camp.

The attack on the labor camp was not carried out by one or two individuals, but by a large number of elite troops attacking simultaneously.

Not only were there strong henchmen, but he also discovered two powerful wandering spirit masters?!

These people seemed to have a grudge against the laborers, killing anyone they saw.

Chen Mu suddenly understood.

The labor camp is a field of chives for cultivating yin and dark silk.

Although the details are unknown, it is certain that Tangshan Army's methods for dealing with Yin spirits require Yinming Silk.

Destroying the leek field is the best way to weaken the Tangshan Army.

"What a miscalculation," Chen Mu sighed.

"Then aren't we just going to wait here to die?!" Zheng Yuanman's face was filled with despair.

Chen Mu looked dejected, realizing he was indeed not cut out for strategic planning.

Nothing went according to my plan.

"I'll have to hide for now." He sighed and lifted the quilt, kicking away the bottom plank to reveal a dark, gaping hole.

"Let's go, let's go down and hide."

Zheng Yuan stared at Chen Mu in disbelief.

"When did you dig this? I was sleeping right next to you, how come I didn't hear a thing?!"

"I just dug it up," Chen Mu said casually.

"You're kidding me!" Zheng Yuanman said, her face full of disbelief.

Chen Mu glanced at the other person: "So, are you going to log off or not?"

"Down, down, down..." The cooks immediately beamed with joy.

"Da Wang is really capable," Sun Enqi said with admiration.

"Hurry up, or they'll be blocking our doorway." Chen Mu rolled his eyes.

With his current strength, he could easily escape. But wouldn't that be too conspicuous?

It's better to stay hidden in the cave. After tonight, he can continue being a cook.

……

"See? It's just as simple as I said." Zhang Ye held a torch in one hand and a large knife in the other, looking smug.

"Once we get these laborers under control, we can easily make a fortune by swindling some money!"

His many subordinates couldn't help but smile with delight.

Zhang Ye nudged Quito with his shoulder: "Now you believe me, right?"

"I believe it 100%!" a member of the gang shouted excitedly.

"I'm going!"

"Go ahead," Zhang Ye said smugly, waving his hand.

Dozens of people rushed into the camp in a swarm.

Then they were thrown back at an even faster speed.

A figure draped in a black cloak slowly emerged from the nearby tent.

The other person was holding a bronze incense burner in their left hand and wearing a gold-threaded white jade ring in their right hand.

Noticing the laborers burned and killed in the fire around them, the man in black said with a cold expression, "They're dead. You can stay and take their place."

He suddenly raised his right hand and grabbed at the crowd in mid-air.

puff!
One of the gang members seemed to be grabbed by an invisible hand and instantly crushed into a rain of blood.

"What should we do, Master?!" The gang members, who had been excited just moments before, suddenly panicked.

Zhang Ye calmly looked at everyone: "Wealth and honor are determined by fate, life and death are predestined, let's take a gamble..."

"What the hell are you fighting for! Run!" Before Zhang Ye could finish rambling, Kui Tuo and Zhen Fan hoisted Zhang Ye onto their shoulders and ran.

He was running while his teeth were itching with hatred.

"Is this what you call taking something out of a bag?"

Zhang Ye was carried on the shoulders of the two men, one head and one foot, his face full of thought: "Maybe my pockets are too deep, I can't reach it."

"It's ankle-deep, isn't it?!" Krato couldn't help but curse.

"What the hell have you done to deserve this?"

"I haven't had a single good day since I met you."

Zhang Ye looked dejected: "I want to know too..."

(End of this chapter)