Heh heh… He gave a sinister grin, and a chill immediately ran down my spine. This guy was full of bad ideas… Don’t tell me…
He mysteriously waved at us. The three of us leaned in close, lowered our voices, and he said:
“We can—rob them!”
I slapped his fluffy head hard.
“I knew it! Nothing good ever comes out of your dog mouth! Robbery?! You actually came up with that? How did you even pass ideological education, kindergarten education, exam-oriented education, quality education, and prenatal education?!”
“I think… it’s a good idea.”
Guo’er leaned against the city wall and spoke slowly. My hand, which had been pointing accusingly at Ying, froze in midair…
Ying immediately abandoned me—the old fossil who had received all kinds of education—and huddled with Guo’er to discuss the detailed robbery plan…
The wind rustled bleakly.
Below the city wall, I was still standing there in Conan’s classic pointing pose, my face completely blank, frozen in the wind…
Men really are creatures whose blood is filled with criminal factors…
South of Xitai City, on the official road, in Black Wind Forest—a place where bandits often appeared.
A rather large convoy was moving forward at high speed. The drivers and guards all looked tense and alert.
The convoy bore the sign of the wealthy southern merchant family, the Wan family. They were jade traders—small goods, high value—so they’d never escorted such a huge convoy before.
This time, they had dragged out such a long line because of their profiteering nature, hoping to make a fortune from the disaster.
No need to guess—the carts were full of grain, salt, straw mats, and other relief supplies.
Soon, they’d be sold at fifty or even a hundred times the price to desperate refugees struggling to survive.
Even the convoy members themselves were nervous.
Dealing with unorganized refugees was manageable, but if they ran into a powerful bandit group, they’d suffer huge losses…
Walking through the dim forest, everyone’s heart was in their throat.
Suddenly, a tall masked man appeared on a huge rock by the roadside!
Everyone jumped in shock.
He lounged lazily on the rock. The blond-haired, blue-eyed, high-nosed man had a hoarse but pleasant voice.
But what he said stunned everyone:
“This is a robbery”
…… =_=###
The wind blew.
Everyone stood silently.
Suddenly, a slender, agile figure struggled up from behind the rock and punched the robber on the head.
A sharp voice roared:
“Idiot! Don’t laugh! Be serious! We’re robbing people here!!”
The “idiot” handsome man rubbed his head innocently.
“I did say it was a robbery. Straight to the point!”
…… =_=#######
The wind blew again…
Everyone became even quieter…
Just when no one knew how to react, a helpless sigh sounded.
A black shadow flashed past the guards at lightning speed!
Clang!
All their sabers were thrown to the ground.
The masked man in black stood elegantly before them and said coldly:
“Leave your things. I won’t take your lives. Otherwise—”
A terrifying killing intent spread.
Everyone backed away in fear.
The two clowns on the rock clapped wildly.
“Awesome! Bro, you’ve got guts! I admire you!”
“Yeah! Guo’er is so cool!”
“Say the classic line! The ‘this mountain, this tree’ one!”
“Guo’er, you’re amazing! So rogue! So bandit-like!”
They laughed and shouted noisily.
Guo’er was clearly experienced.
Before long, he knocked down those who needed knocking down and chased away the rest.
A row of carts filled with goods lay before us.
Ying and I pounced like baboons, tearing open sacks and boxes, shouting in excitement:
“Wow! So much food!”
“Wow! Such pretty jade pendants!”
“Hey! There’s even cosmetics!”
We hugged our loot and howled toward the sky with teary eyes:
“Robbery, I love you!!”
Suddenly, our mouths were covered.
Guo’er stared into the forest.
I followed his gaze, eyes wide—but saw nothing.
“Someone’s coming. On horseback. About ten of them.”
I strained my eyes—still nothing.
Could this be… legendary sound-based positioning?
“Quick!”
Guo’er tossed us onto a cart.
“Let’s go!”
But—
First, we didn’t know how to drive a cart.
Second, the convoy was too long.
Third, the enemy sounded way too fierce!!!
Before we got far, dust rolled through the forest.
A group of mounted bandits burst out.
They wore dark blue outfits and Persian-style headscarves, covering their faces.
Only their fierce eyes showed.
Mongolian curved sabers hung at their waists.
They shouted in a foreign language.
Their horsemanship was superb—moving through the forest like the wind.
In moments, they surrounded us.
Their leader wore black, a headscarf, and a mask.
He rode forward and sneered:
“Leave your things. I won’t take your lives.”
Hey! He copied Guo’er’s line!
Ying got annoyed.
He raised his chin and shouted:
“No way! We won’t give them to you! We worked hard robbing these! If you want them, go rob someone else!”
(Why does he sound so righteous?!)
The masked man laughed darkly.
“Today, we’re robbing you.”
Black eating black?!
Is there no law anymore?!
I yelled:
“Stop talking! They dare rob us? Nobody leaves today! Close the door! Release Guo’er!!”
=_=……
Guo’er covered my mouth and dragged me onto a cart. Ying followed.
“These people are all experts,” Guo’er said coldly. “Don’t cause trouble.”
I sat up stubbornly.
“We’re not afraid!”
“There are too many of them.”
“Truth belongs to the minority!”
“What are you saying?”
“Justice will prevail!”
I waved my arms.
“We’re helping disaster victims! They’re just… they’re just…”
I pointed at them.
“Hey! Why are you robbing people?!”
=_=……
The masked man stared at me, then laughed deeply.
“Third Brother, why do we rob?”
“Dunno. For money.”
“Fourth?”
“For fun.”
“Fifth?”
“To kill…”
My heart trembled.
“Sixth?”
“To work out!”
“Seventh?”
“Just joining the fun…”
“Eighth?”
“To rob.”
“Nice philosophy.”
“Ninth?”
……
They kept answering all the way to Thirteenth.
Finally, the masked man rode closer.
“These are the reasons. Pick one.”
Guo’er stepped forward, sword drawn.
Instantly, killing intent exploded.
Even I shrank back.
Ying held my hand tightly.
The masked man snorted.
His men rushed forward.
Guo’er fought them alone.
Blades flashed. Sparks flew.
For a while, neither side won.
“That kid’s strong,” Third Brother praised.
The masked man sneered.
“So what? He’ll end up decorating my saddle.”
Ying whispered:
“His saddle is decorated with skulls… so cruel!”
My heart burned with anxiety.
One against ten—Guo’er couldn’t last long!
What should we do?!
No!
We can’t just sit and wait to die!
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