Chapter 363 This is a gang of kind-hearted bandits
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Mo Xiaomao has never wanted to hit someone so much, really.
Definitely a new level of cheapness.
"Haha, to be honest, it doesn't matter. Xiaodiao put the drug into a few holes in the wooden floor, such as around the fire pit. As long as it is heated, the drug will slowly evaporate, and the person will be hooked."
The middle-aged man smiled.
"Awesome." Mo Maomao couldn't help but give a thumbs up and praised the unreliable bandit leader for his flexible thinking.
With his cleverness, he certainly wouldn't ask such mentally retarded questions as why they didn't light a fire last night and why they were drugged. The middle-aged man had already made it very clear that the drug would work as soon as it was heated.
. Then, they must be placed not only next to the fire pit, but also in the driest places. There is no need to light a fire, as long as the person chooses a dry place to lie down, the heat of the body will allow the drug to take effect.
In fact, this is the most important trap. The smaller the amount, the harder it is to be noticed. The more cautious you are, the easier it is to fall into the trap. Moreover, the effect of the drug is very strong.
It is conceivable that even Chen Yunfa, who has a strong physique, has slept until now.
This Tao is not unfair. The person who designed it is definitely a smart man.
However, looking at the fat-chested man not far away who was pretending to be playing with a pistol but listening to the chat with his ears raised, Mo Xiaomao still had the urge to fuck the dog.
Such a trap that showed his intelligence was actually created by that idiot.
As the conversation deepened, the two also learned that the middle-aged man was Sun Hongzhen, a native of the Northeast, who came to Qinglong Mountain due to some changes. But what Mo Xiaomao and Chen Yunfa didn't expect was that the second-rate eagle who called himself a mountain eagle
I really am the big leader of this mountain, and the people who can stand here are all the bandit leaders of Qinglong Mountain, including Sun Hongzhen, a total of thirteen people.
The youngest one, Yao Shisan, was adopted and raised by Diao Ye, so he reluctantly became the youngest bandit leader. But his name changes almost every year, from Yao Jiu all the way down to Sun Hongzhen.
When he came to the mountain, he became Yaoshi Thirteen.
Well, the leader of this gang of dishonest-looking people, dressed in rags like beggars, is how poor are the ordinary bandits? Not to mention they don’t even have to wear pants! Let’s take a look at the biggest bandit in Qinglong Mountain
The leader's arms and chest were exposed to the cold wind. Mo Mao Mao felt sorry for the bandits. What a failure these bandits were!
Seeing the strange expressions on the faces of Mo Xiaomao and Chen Yunfa, Sun Hongzhen, who understood people's minds, certainly knew what they were thinking. Then he sighed and explained the reasons why hundreds of people up and down Qinglong Mountain were so poor.
It turns out that they are not so much a group of bandits as they are a group of farmers who were forced to go into the mountains. Ever since Diao Ye's father led a group of people to kill the village chief and entered the mountains twenty years ago, they have been
Settled down in Qinglong Mountain.
There are no local tyrants and evil gentry in the mountains, and there are no exorbitant taxes, but there is also no land. Let’s rob homes! All around are poor farmers who are as poor as ghosts. The bandits headed by Diao Ye’s father have lived a life where farming is their main occupation and extortion
I don’t want to live a hard life as a sideline for caravans who have to pay taxes at various customs and take the Qinglong Mountain road to exit customs.
But the caravan that dares to take the shortcut has hundreds of people and hundreds of guns? Even though they have hundreds of people, they only have dozens of guns and most of them are swords, guns and sticks. What can they grab?
Extort more property that does not exceed the tax paid.
However, there is still income after all, and with the dozens of acres of corn fields that have been reclaimed and planted in the mountains, although life is poor, it can be maintained to some extent. But since Diao Ye's father passed away and Diao Ye became the big leader, his life has become worse day by day.
One day, the harvest of the corn field became worse and worse, and the number of caravans taking the sidewalks became less and less. Even the wooden house Diao Ye specially built in the mountains for the "Fat Sheep" was only opened once every six months. There was one
The harvest is exactly like the Chinese New Year. For example, Mo Mao Mao and Chen Yunfa, this is their first harvest this year.
Mo Xiaomao and Chen Yunfa couldn't help wiping their sweat. Damn it, this is someone's antique trap. As soon as they slapped their butts and left, they even delayed their Chinese New Year celebrations.
The worst thing is this year. Because of the Japanese's mischief, not a single caravan has walked through this mountain road for several months. In addition, the harvest of corn fields is also very poor. Doesn't this mean there is no food? But twenty
The Qinglong Mountain bandits who had not robbed ordinary people in 2008 were too embarrassed to rob the surrounding mountain people. They could not rob, so they had to change. So, starting from the bandit leaders, not to mention sheepskin jackets, important clothing to keep out the cold, they were slightly newer.
All the children's clothes were exchanged for food. Otherwise, they wouldn't look like a gang of beggars.
However, there is still not enough food. If food cannot be obtained in three days, all the bandits in Qinglong Mountain will go to the top of the mountain to drink from the northwest wind. Now Mo Mao Mao only sees these dozen bandit leaders, and none of the other bandits are seen.
At that time, everyone was busy picking wild vegetables and hunting.
"Uncle Sun, you are righteous! You are righteous." Mo Xiaomao gave Sun Hongzhen a thumbs up.
A group of bandits would rather exchange their clothes with ordinary people instead of robbing. Being such a bandit is worthy of the word "righteousness" no matter what.
The useless man over there was stroking the shell gun and thinking about it. Hearing Sun Hongzhen talk about his experience, he couldn't help but squeeze out a few tears. It was really...
It's not that sadness comes from the heart, there is no such word as sadness in the world of idiots. In fact, I am so hungry that I cry from hunger. Anyway, Diao Ye, who is famous for hundreds of miles around, thinks so from the bottom of his heart.
Sun Hongzhen smiled bitterly, but before he could continue, he saw the smallest Yao Shisan running over crazily and shouting happily: "Master Diao, a fat sheep is coming, a big fat sheep."
"Haha, even if the sky never stops, so will I." The hairy-chested man, who was still crying from hunger, miraculously held back his tears, jumped up and said a joke first. "Brothers, hurry up and gather the brothers, and I will go slaughter the fat sheep with you."
"Tonight, let's go for a spicy drink." The bastard man strode down the mountain in high spirits.
"Ahem, this..." Sun Hongzhen, who had just finished explaining that the Qinglong Mountain bandits were not really bandits, couldn't help but feel embarrassed when Uncle Diao made such a fuss.
That guy is all about playing the role of a bandit.
"Haha, because of Qinglong Mountain's kindness and righteousness in not robbing the common people in the past twenty years, Brother Sun, the two of us brothers will accompany you to see what kind of fat sheep it is, and by the way, we can help the brothers suppress the enemy." Chen Yunfa laughed and said.
Not only did he relieve some of Sun Hongzhen's embarrassment, but he also showed his intention to help. Chen Yunfa's mind is definitely more shrewd than his simple and honest appearance.
No matter what, you can't just treat them like a fat sheep for nothing! At least do something for these "kind" bandits. Perhaps, from the bottom of their hearts, the two special forces did not regard them as bandits.
Of course Sun Hongzhen would not refuse.
If you can get out of seclusion by walking to Qinglong Mountain at this time, this fat sheep can kill people! At least, it is definitely not something that these hundreds of bandits with guns can eat.
Of course, the fat sheep is not a small one. He who dares to go that way even though he knows that the Japanese are having a lively battle at the Great Wall defense line is not only brave enough.