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Wu Feng nodded and glanced at the open space.

The bandits who had been scattered earlier were still huddled in the corner, some squatting, some standing, all looking this way.

Xiong Batian turned around and shouted at the group of bandits, "Come here! Greetings, Boss!"

The bandits looked at each other, then quietly walked over and stood in several rows in the open space.

A man who appeared to be a leader knelt down first, followed by a group of people who knelt down in unison, shouting, "Greetings, Chief!"

A series of surrender offers popped up at the edge of my field of vision—nearly a hundred, scrolling past them densely.

Wu Feng's eyelids twitched, and he clicked "yes" to all of them.

A flash of white light appeared on the open ground, and the names above the bandits' heads all turned green.

Wu Feng's lips curled up.

Unexpectedly, after persuading the chief to surrender, all the remaining bandits followed suit. This trip was quite fruitful.

He opened Xiong Batian's character panel and glanced at it—

【Bear Overlord】

[Realm: Second-rate Martial Artist]

[Level: 58]

Loyalty: 60

【Root bone: 580】

Arm strength: 620

[Internal Strength: 480]

[Agility: 390]

【Perception: 75】

[Specialty: Leadership (Basic): When leading subordinates, their combat strength increases by 5%.]

【Thirteen-Road Axe and Halberd Skill (Great Perfection), Tiger Strength Skill (Great Perfection)】

Chang Kun and Mei Ruolan are also second-rate martial artists, with a loyalty level of 60.

Wu Feng nodded. The loyalty of those who surrendered voluntarily was decent, at least sixty, which was much higher than the forty or fifty points of those who surrendered voluntarily.

Those who surrendered voluntarily were basically terrified of being beaten and surrendered to save their lives; they were not sincere.

These few nodded after the beating, which at least shows they were willing.

He turned off the panel and looked at Xiong Batian: "Tell me what you all can do."

Xiong Batian scratched the back of his head and said in a gruff voice, "All I know how to do is fight. I'm good at leading my brothers into battle. But... I'm not so good at anything else."

Chang Kun stood to the side and said in a low voice, "I know how to train soldiers. I spent a few years in the military before."

Wu Feng glanced at him.

Having spent time in the military, it's no wonder his staff skills are so solid, with no superfluous movements between his moves.

Mei Ruolan spoke last, her voice low: "I know how to use concealed weapons, and I can also do some scouting. Detective work, reconnaissance, and outposting are all good."

Wu Feng nodded, having a general idea of ​​what was going on; these were all quite talented individuals.

One can help train the troops, one can serve as a vanguard, and one can serve as a scout. He just happens to be short of capable people under him.

Train them well, and they'll be useful for both attacking and defending cities in the future.

"Lead the way, let's go take a look at the warehouse."

Xiong Batian responded and turned to lead the way.

The warehouse in Tianling Village was quite large, consisting of five rooms in a row against the mountain wall, larger than those in the previous mountain strongholds.

The first room contained grain, filling half a warehouse, at least four or five thousand units.

The second room contained cloth, with hundreds of bolts neatly stacked.

The third room contained silver, four boxes, totaling over three thousand taels.

The fourth warehouse was filled with more than three thousand units of timber and stone.

The fifth room was the smallest, containing several boxes of iron ingots, about six or seven hundred units, as well as some herbs and wound medicine.

Wu Feng put everything into his backpack.

As he emerged from the warehouse, he glanced at the sky.

The sun was already setting in the west, hanging on the mountain peak, its light turning orange-red.

It's past four in the afternoon.

"Let's go back to Qingfeng Village," Wu Feng said, turning and walking away.

Xiong Batian, Chang Kun, and Mei Ruolan followed behind, with nearly a hundred bandits who had surrendered. They marched out of Tianling Village in a grand procession and headed down the mountain path.

Wu Feng walked at the front of the way, his pace neither too fast nor too slow.

The bandits behind them formed a long line, following quietly without speaking, only the sound of footsteps and the occasional cough.

By the time we returned to Qingfeng Village, the sun was already almost setting behind the mountains.

The guards on the watchtower saw Wu Feng and quickly opened the gate to the village.

Mu Lingyun walked quickly over from the training ground and saw a large group of people following behind him. He didn't show any expression on his face, but simply nodded and greeted Wu Feng.

"Another batch has arrived," Wu Feng said. "Let's settle them in."

Mu Lingyun responded and called over a group of bandits to make arrangements.

Wu Feng turned to Xiong Batian and the other two: "Come with me."

The three followed him across the open space, past rows of wooden houses, and arrived at the Hall of Gathering Righteousness.

Wu Feng sat down in the main seat and gestured for the three others to sit as well. Xiong Batian plopped down in a chair, while Chang Kun and Mei Ruolan sat down beside him.

Mu Lingyun walked in from outside and stood to one side.

Wu Feng glanced at the three men and said, "From today onwards, the three of you will be leaders in the mountain stronghold. You will be responsible for patrolling, working in three shifts, leading your men to patrol around the stronghold, and preventing anyone from sneaking up on you."

Xiong Batian was the first to nod, saying in a gruff voice, "Okay, I'm good at this."

Chang Kun nodded and replied in a low voice, "Understood."

Mei Ruolan nodded: "Understood, Chief."

The three men clasped their hands in a respectful greeting and then assigned each other their duties.

When Wu Feng saw Mu Lingyun walk in, he waved to her.

"Boss, the newcomer has been settled." Mu Lingyun said to Wu Feng.

Wu Feng looked at Mu Lingyun: "Okay, make the arrangements and put the three of them into patrol shifts. Three shifts, eight hours each, leading men to patrol around the mountain stronghold, and also arranging for people to keep watch on the watchtowers."

Mu Lingyun nodded: "Understood."

Wu Feng leaned back in his chair and tapped the armrest lightly with his fingers.

"Alright, everyone, go downstairs. Eat when you're hungry, and rest when you're tired."

The group stood up, bowed, and turned to leave the Hall of Gathering Righteousness.

Mu Lingyun led Xiong Batian and the other two to arrange their lodgings and patrol duties.

The hall fell silent, leaving only Wu Feng alone.

He stood up, walked to the door, and looked at the lights in the open space.

Wu Feng withdrew his gaze, turned around and walked back to the Hall of Gathering Righteousness, where he sat down in the main seat.

Open the pirated site management interface and add all the resources you've collected from various pirated sites today.

Timber, stone, grain, iron ingots—one by one, they were added. The numbers on the panel jumped a few times.

Timber prices rose from 14,000 to over 20,000, stone prices rose by about the same, and grain prices rose from over 40,000 to over 50,000.

With what I'd saved up before, it'll be enough to sustain this knock-off business for quite a while.

Wu Feng leaned back in his chair, tapped his fingers lightly on the armrest, and stared at the fake management interface.

He turned down a page, and the list of buildings unfolded before him.

The housing section shows level four, followed by parentheses — (2420/4000).

The population cap is 4,000, and quite a few people were recruited to surrender today.

In the farmland section, all ten plots are upgrading; the progress bar is more than halfway done, and they should reach level four in another hour or so.

The logging camps and quarries are also being upgraded, from level three to level four.

Wu Feng looked at the progress bars and nodded slightly.

Those people in the Ministry of Internal Affairs definitely didn't slack off.

The resources were being consumed at a rapid pace—a lot of wood and stone were used, but he replenished them when he returned with more resources.

He exited the interface, leaned back in his chair, and stared at the entrance of the Hall of Gathering Righteousness.

The light shone in from outside, casting dim, yellowish streaks on the ground.

The construction speed is not slow, but time is an issue.

Building upgrades will have to wait, farmland will have to wait, and even training ground personnel will have to wait.

He wished he could upgrade all these buildings to the maximum level at once, but he didn't have enough resources and it would take a long time, so he could only do it in batches.

Wu Feng sat for a while, then stood up, walked to the door, and called out.