Warlord: Starting with Subduing Little A Qiao

Ye Bai ignored their words.

"Everyone, go up!"

Without any hesitation, Ye Bai knew that storming into the bandits' den was the best option.

For an ordinary soldier, such a decision is extremely irrational.

Trying to do things in their area of ​​expertise is just handing them over to someone else.

However, the Independent Corps never tolerated humiliation; they were unwilling to accept it, and neither was Ye Bai.

There must be a grudge between them.

This is no small matter; it concerns their lives.

More importantly, these bandits captured their self-defense force, severely damaging their confidence.

The dignity of the Independent Corps is inviolable; those who offend it will be killed!

Ye Bai didn't say it, but everyone knew what was going on.

Especially those who led the charge, radiating a powerful aura of menace, were completely impervious to the complex terrain.

Ye Bai appeared unhurried, but his movements were incredibly swift, like a nimble monkey, rushing to the front of the group in the blink of an eye.

Do you think you can stay safe and sound by hiding in this mountain?

Ye Bai's lips curled into a mocking smile.

mountain top.

Inside the bandit's den.

The terrain here is very complex.

They turned this place into a natural cave.

Winding and twisting.

In front of the cave, however, lay an open space.

Hundreds of people gathered together.

A scene filled with laughter and joy.

Everyone wore smiles and held a glass of fine wine.

"That's great!" Chen Xiaobei grinned.

A group of people shouted in unison.

5.6 "Today, we've reaped quite a haul. Everyone's done a great job, so let's drink to our hearts' content!"

In front of the cave is a chair made of a thick layer of snow-white mink fur.

Extremely luxurious.

A one-eyed man sat upright in a chair, his left foot propped up on another chair, holding a jar of fine wine, his expression quite unrestrained.

He was a one-eyed man in his thirties.

He was burly and had a ferocious face.

Those scars made him look like a demon from hell.

Chapter 214: This team of only a little over a thousand people

It has a single eye, like a venomous python, shaped like an inverted triangle.

A glint of cold light flashed within.

He roared at the hundreds of thieves below, his face beaming with a smile.

"Thank you, boss!"

Upon hearing this, the atmosphere in the entire venue became lively.

Everyone was drinking and having a great time.

The one-eyed man looked around and then stopped caring.

His right arm was around a beautiful woman, whom he held close as they drank and made merry.

It's incredibly comfortable.

"Damn it, they're here to rob these soldiers. Although they look ordinary, the weapons and food inside are really good."

The one-eyed man chuckled, completely disregarding the Eight Banners soldiers.

It's rare to encounter a bunch of ignorant fools who dare to be so arrogant; they're truly courting death.

If we don't rob, what else are we robbing?

"Boss, this time we robbed the Eight Banners people. Judging from their weapons, they should be the elite of the Eight Banners. They won't let us go, right?"

Beside him stood a short man, about 1.6 meters tall, with a large black mole on his lip; his name was Zeng Biao.

Zeng Biao, as the leader of the bandits, looked slightly worried.

If it were an ordinary soldier, that would be fine.

But encountering an elite squad is not so easy.

Why should I be afraid of them?

The leader, who had been beaming with joy, suddenly turned furious after Zeng Biao's words.

"We are very familiar with the mountains around here. It would be difficult for even an ordinary person to climb them, let alone a large army. They can only swallow their anger."

"If they come any closer, they're just asking for trouble. They've already given us all their stuff."

The leader's gaze was icy, showing no concern whatsoever.

"Zeng Biao, you coward! We robbed so many of our troops. And yet we still swallowed this bitter pill. In this place, we are the kings; no one can touch us."

Walk! "

The leader downed his drink in one gulp and wiped the wine from his lips: "These brutes who came from nowhere are definitely not locals. Where are the local troops?"

They actually want to be like us?

He never imagined that this team of just over a thousand people would bring so many supplies and resources.

This is the greatest treasure of his life.

With this food, they could easily spend the entire winter in these mountains.

"Don't worry about the armies elsewhere. We already have artillery and firearms, and our brothers are all here. Kill them one by one. I'm sure this is their doom."

The leader was full of confidence.

They have lived here for more than ten years. To others, this cave looks like a huge maze, but they have been able to get through it.

Moreover, the terrain here...

Once the artillery is set up, no matter how many come, we'll take them down one by one!

The chaos outside was irrelevant to him.

The Japanese invaded, so what?

As long as I can eat my fill and stay warm, that's enough.

Within his territory.

He became the leader of the largest gang of thieves in the area and lived like an emperor.

The people suffered greatly, and the Eighth Route Army fought a very tough battle.

Never mind, that's all. What he wants is what matters.

He was not afraid of incurring the displeasure of others, or even being attacked by the military.

He can act with impunity here.

It was only because of its geographical location (933) that it gradually developed.

Countless attempts, all ending in defeat.

Instead, they were left with a large number of weapons, allowing them to grow and thrive here.

There are only a little over a thousand soldiers outside the city gates now, and they are all from other places.

There wasn't even the slightest threat, almost none at all.

They wouldn't be foolish enough to steal their own food.

"Just in case, we should still be extra careful. The reputation of the Eight-Nation Alliance is growing day by day."

Was the commander killed?

Zeng Biao gave an awkward laugh and didn't say anything more.

The leader sneered, "The captain from eight years ago? Damn it, nobody would believe it. Do you think you're stupid? At eight years old, who knows if he was still wearing his pants outside?"