Chapter 812 The Rhythm of Buying and Selling

A few days later, it was noon on the Hundred Thousand Mountains. .

On the slightly steep mountaintop, the sun was bleak and the wind was biting. A group of more than a hundred people hid behind piles of boulders, shivering and shaking. From time to time they got up and shook the boulders and looked into the distance. Then they quickly retracted their heads and muttered curses, looking extremely vulgar and sneaky.

"Damn it! This bad weather, there's some crazy deal going on...Boss, let's evacuate, shall we?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a big man with a fierce face squatted down and covered his head in grievance, "Withdraw, withdraw, withdraw, he knows how to withdraw! He can't overcome even a small problem, so he withdraws and drinks the northwest wind! Woohoo..." Take it back The middle-aged man with a cold temperament couldn't help scolding him with a sullen face. However, the involuntary trembling at the end greatly compromised the effectiveness of this instruction.

Seeing the forced smile expression of his subordinate, the middle-aged man couldn't help but feel embarrassed. He stretched out his hand again, snap, "You're laughing! Do you think bandits are so easy to be a bandit? This is a serious business where you only have to rely on the sky to make ends meet. It's necessary to be bold and cunning, but the most important thing is patience! Do you understand patience? Understand? If you have patience, you are likely to gain something. If you don’t have patience, you will lose your life if you drink the northwest wind... Damn, I have said so much, why don’t you give me any reaction? "

"Uh... I understand, I understand..."

"You know what's going on." After glaring at it, the middle-aged man waved his hands in disinterest, "That's all, it's pointless to talk to a newcomer like you."

"Haha..." After laughing twice, the big man came over with some flattery and asked, "Boss, I don't understand... Even if I can't wait for the transaction, I won't lose my life. Besides, With the name of our Tiger Shark Thieves Group, who in Shiwandashan would dare to provoke us?"

The Tiger Shark Thieves Group is one of the top existences among the number of thieves groups in the Hundred Thousand Mountains. Of course, the number of people is not only the hundreds of people now, the middle-aged man called the boss is just a small leader. To put it more accurately, this is actually a robbery squad of the Tiger Shark Thieves Group.

"Who dares to provoke us? Humph, you don't know whether to live or die!" The middle-aged man twitched the corners of his mouth, causing the scars on his face to look like twisted centipedes, adding a sinister tone. "Don't always stare at your peers. Those who are stationed deep in the mountains are The more than 100,000 Bulan regular troops here are enough to kill us many times! If you don’t believe me, go ahead and try to provoke them.”

"Uh, boss, that's too, too much for you to say..." The big man was obviously a little unconvinced when he heard this. Originally, he was talking about robbery, but you dragged Bran's regular army into it. It's like when you're arguing about who is more powerful, a wolf or a dog, and you say the dragon is more powerful - isn't that nonsense!

Snapped! After hearing what this big man meant, the middle-aged man immediately became angry. He gritted his teeth and slapped him again: "Damn it, who accepted you into the league...Okay, you don't accept it, right? I still don't believe in treatment." Not for you! Let’s not talk about the regular army, let’s talk about something else. Do you know about the Storm Bandits?"

Covering his head, the big man felt aggrieved when he saw the boss angry, and said cautiously: "I heard some, it seems that it disappeared completely two years ago... Well, I only came to Shiwandashan this year."

"Fuck, no wonder, then I really blamed you wrongly."

"I don't dare, I don't dare, what the boss taught me is..." The big man shook his head very discerningly and said.

"Forget it, stop flattering me. It's okay. I'm going to tell you a little more today so that you can see what's going on. And among you, do you know anything about the Storm Thieves Group? If you don't know, just let me know..."

He waved his hand with style and looked at everyone's attention. The middle-aged man nodded with satisfaction and said at the beginning: "Speaking of the Storm Thieves Group, it was a well-known name two years ago. It has over 10,000 people and a huge power. , even compared to the size of our Tiger Shark Bandits, they are not inferior at all. Well, some of our current territories are still occupied by them... It's a pity that they provoked people they shouldn't have provoked, and the result was overnight All the gangs and strongholds were completely uprooted and the whole army was wiped out!"

The big man took a deep breath when he heard this: "Oh! Who are you provoking? You're so cruel!"

"Is this called ruthless? Haha..." He sneered disapprovingly. The middle-aged man seemed to have thought of something. His frightened expression disappeared in a flash, and then he licked his lips and continued, "I know the origin of Luoqiu gathering place." Who is the master?"

The bandits were stunned when they heard this. Of course they knew where Luoqiu was gathering. This is a gathering place that was built in the past year. It is mainly used as a commercial distribution center for bandits and bandits to trade stolen goods and exchange what they have. This place was purely an accidental product. It didn't take long to build, but it quickly became famous and became a paradise for thieves and smugglers in Shiwanda Mountain. The profits generated every day are extremely amazing. It is said that it is flowing out. The large-scale gold mine with gold coins is not an exaggeration.

After a pause, a bandit said hesitantly, "I heard... this was the former territory of the Gray Army?"

"Well, that's right, the name was Dawn City at that time." The middle-aged man sighed with emotion, "That period was the dream of all thieves in the Hundred Thousand Mountains. The number of thieves groups, large and small, that fell into the hands of the gray-clothed army was countless. There were more than a thousand, but also hundreds of people, and the whole country was filled with mourning. In the end, almost no band of thieves dared to appear in this area of ​​​​100 miles. It was simply... terrible!"

The words fell, "Hiss..." When the bandits around him heard the words, they all took a breath and looked frightened. After a while, the big man came to his senses and murmured in a low voice, "This is too arrogant. Isn't there anyone who stands up to resist?"

"Yes." The middle-aged man said leisurely, "The boss of the Storm Bandits summoned hundreds of medium-sized counterparts to prepare to gather everyone's strength to attack Dawn City... Well, you also know the result."

Silence, silence!

A gust of cold wind blew rapidly, whining through the holes in the boulders. Everyone trembled subconsciously when they heard the words, and suddenly felt as cold as if they were in an ice cellar.

After a while, someone didn't know who made a voice full of rejoicing, "Fortunately, fortunately they were forced to the depths of the Hundred Thousand Mountains. They probably won't be able to come out in this life... Well, actually I want to say, Bu Long live Soldier Lan.”

"agree!"

"Long live, it's all right!"

…

The thieves' biggest enemies are the Bran soldiers who come to encircle and suppress them from time to time. Now let them shout "Long live Bran soldiers". You can imagine the shocking effect the middle-aged man's words have on them, and you can also imagine the Biao of the Gray Army. A great record against their frozen nightmare!

Just when the bandits were still immersed in this emotion of fear and joy, a voice of surprise suddenly came from above their heads, "Ha, the deal is here!"

As soon as the words fell to the ground, the bandits' spirits suddenly lifted, and they all stood up. "Damn, I've rebelled against you. Get out of my way!" they shouted angrily. , pushed away several bandits, and the middle-aged man emerged from behind the boulder first. Under the guidance of the bandits on guard, he instantly found the location of the transaction target.

On the winding mountain road a few miles to the south, a long motorcade was slowly turning out from behind the hill. Although it was not very clear, it was definitely a caravan, and its scale was not small.

"Haha, it's really a big deal! It's just that the scale is a bit big, and we can't eat it alone. It's really strange, why do you think of taking this small road... But it doesn't matter, it's not too late to recruit people now."

As long as there are interests, there will be competition, and the bandit industry is no exception. The only difference is the means of competition. Compared with the mild competition in most industries, bandits are much more direct. They have more people, more knives, and if they kill enough people, they will occupy more territory.

As one of the top thieves groups in Shiwandashan, the Tiger Shark Thieves Group naturally has a large territory. In fact, several large areas around here are their robberies. Just because of the difference in terrain, there are differences in manpower allocation. Excellent terrain close to the main road requires more manpower. For a remote trail like this one, the number of manpower is relatively small.

But as the middle-aged man said, the dozens of kilometers around them are their territory anyway. Even if they can't take action, as long as the news is spread, this group of caravans still can't get out of here. but……

Before the news came out, the thief on guard suddenly changed his expression and exclaimed: "Scare... what is that? Look, boss!" The middle-aged man was frightened and became furious, "Damn, Why are you panicking? Can you be so frightened? We are the Tiger Shark Thieves, calm down... eh?" He turned his head dissatisfied, his eyes suddenly condensed, and his words were paused at the same time.

In the condescending view, several miles away behind the caravan, billowing dust rose into the sky from the rolling mountains and spread wantonly, as if thousands of cavalry were charging at high speed through the mountain roads. The momentum was extremely shocking!

In just a short moment, the caravan must have felt this strange movement, and faint screams floated in the wind. Then the slowly moving caravan accelerated in an instant and rushed towards this side.

"W-what the hell?"

There is no need to guess too much. Under the strong blowing of the cold wind in the mountains, the dust in the distance dispersed slightly, revealing the reflected cold light inside, shaking endlessly.

Although the bandits are generally not highly educated, their years of robbery experience are not fake. They can naturally recognize that these cold lights are actually caused by the reflection of regular armor...

"Fuck! Regular army?"

"Num, this deal can't be done. Who the fuck was the first to shout, long live Bran's soldiers?"

"That's not right, in such a hurry! They are chasing this caravan... uh, what do they want to do?"

…

There were random exclamations and curses, and in the end, I don’t know who was the first to ask the question. After hearing this, the bandits first subconsciously looked at the caravan that was speeding up in panic, and then turned to look at the regular Bran army that was chasing after them, and they couldn’t help but think of a ridiculous thought. rising quickly in my heart,

He hesitated, "Are you trying to... steal business? Damn it! What kind of world is this? Bran's regular army has come out to rob. Damn it, are you going to give us a way to survive..."

…………(To be continued.)