Dare to shirk responsibility? This adorable little one will tear down your military district!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Three gunshots rang out in quick succession in the empty desert, drowning out the howling wind.

A wisp of smoke rose from the muzzle of the Type 54 pistol in Gu Changfeng's hand.

Thirty meters away, Scarface was riding his horse downhill. A bullet grazed his scalp, sending a burning pain through him.

The three bullets missed him, all heading straight for the top of his head. The red tassel on his tattered sheepskin hat was snapped off cleanly by the bullets. The hat tumbled twice in mid-air before landing with a thud in the sand pile in front of him.

Scarface was terrified, feeling a chill run down his spine. He no longer cared about swinging his knife; instead, he gripped the horse's reins tightly with both hands.

The lean, tall horse was running downhill when it was suddenly reined in, its front hooves rearing up high with a piercing neigh. Its hooves dug two deep furrows in the sand, and it came to a stop a mere fifteen meters away from Gu Changfeng.

When the leader at the front stopped, the forty or fifty bandits behind him panicked.

"Whoa—stop right now!"

"Have eyes! You stepped on my foot!"

The horses jostled together, causing people and horses to fall over, and the group was thrown into complete chaos. Sand and dust rose several meters high, choking the group and making them cough.

Gu Changfeng stood behind the sandpit, not retreating an inch. He lowered his wrist, and the dark muzzle of the gun was steadily pointed at the scarred man's forehead.

Platoon Leader Li and his thirty elite soldiers lay prone behind the sand dunes, their fingers on the triggers, not even pausing for breath, waiting for the chief of staff's order.

Niu Dan crouched on the ground, like a wolf cub ready to pounce. He held his iron boning knife in a reverse grip, the tip pointing at the bandit's neck. Anyone who dared to cross the sand dune ahead would face his ruthless attack.

Old Ma, the guide, was terrified. He buried his head in the sand pit under the camel's belly, clutching his head tightly with both hands, trembling like a leaf.

The scene was eerily quiet, with only the sound of horses snorting.

Just when things were about to snap, a small head popped out from under Gu Changfeng's large military overcoat.

Meng Yaya had two small pigtails and was wearing the military green tactical vest that Lin Wanrou had made for her, which was covered in pockets. She clung to Gu Changfeng's trouser leg with her little hands and peeked up at him.

Looking at Scarface's bald head and the tattered hat lying on the ground, Ya Ya couldn't help but giggle.

"Dad, your marksmanship is amazing! That ugly freak has turned into a bald old turtle now!" Ya Ya laughed so hard she almost fell over, not taking the dozens of bandits with knives and guns seriously at all.

The clear, childlike voice sounded particularly jarring against the desolate yellow sand.

Scarface was still shaken; being called a bald old turtle to his face by a little girl was incredibly embarrassing. He rubbed his head and glared fiercely at Ya Ya.

"You little brat, you're asking for it!" Scarface cursed through gritted teeth.

Gu Changfeng's face darkened, and he slapped Ya Ya's forehead with his large hand, pulling her behind him. He raised his chin and sneered at the scarred man, "My daughter, Gu Changfeng's daughter, is she someone you dare to insult?"

Gu Changfeng's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a ruthless edge that wouldn't tolerate anyone being treated unfairly: "This is your last warning. Take your men and get out of here. If you dare take another step forward, I'll shoot you right in the head."

If it were an ordinary person, upon hearing the soldier's harsh words, they would have already taken the opportunity to run away.

But Ya Ya won't dry.

Her mind was completely occupied with finding the hundred chests of gold bars buried by the warlord in the desert. Now, halfway there, she was suddenly confronted with a broken musket pointed at her, wasting her time searching for gold. Most importantly, this scarred-face man had just threatened to steal their camels and water.

Now that we've run into them, there's no reason for us to let them go empty-handed.

Ya Ya put her hands on her hips, stepped over the sand embankment with her short legs, and stood up straight.

Lin Wanrou, frantic from behind, managed to grab her: "Ya Ya, come back quickly, it's dangerous!"

"Mom, it's okay. I think they're just a bunch of poor bastards." Ya Ya turned her head and called out, then turned back and pointed her little hand at Scarface's nose.

"You bald old bastard, you just said you were going to steal our camels, which scared us to death! What do you want to settle this?" Ya Ya cried out in her childish voice.

"Let me tell you, scaring this old lady will cost you money! Don't you understand compensation for emotional distress? Quickly hand over all your valuables, gold bars, and silver dollars to pay for your escape! Otherwise, I'll have my dad riddle you all with bullets and stew all your skinny horses for meat!"

These words stunned even the thirty elite soldiers behind him.

This isn't just encountering bandits, it's like bandits meeting their ancestors! A five-and-a-half-year-old toddler has actually turned the tables and robbed forty or fifty ruthless desert bandits armed with knives and guns.

Gu Changfeng's lips twitched involuntarily as he listened to his daughter's self-righteous extortion. But he was a very protective father, and since his daughter had spoken up, he, as her father, naturally had to stand up for her.

Gu Changfeng lowered the muzzle of his gun and said, following Ya Ya's words, "Did you hear that? My daughter wants toll money. Leave one hundred silver dollars each, and that's it. Pay up and get lost."

Scarface was so angry he felt like his lungs were about to explode.

He'd spent over a decade on the edge of the Taklamakan Desert, always the one forcing others to pay at knifepoint. This was the first time he'd been robbed by a group of people. And the leader of the group was letting a tiny, immature kid run wild.

If he backs down and pays the money, how will he lead these brothers in the future?

A one-eyed bandit leaned forward and whispered, "Boss, these green-skinned bastards are too arrogant. I bet they don't have many bullets in their guns, otherwise they would have killed everyone already, not just shot at the hats. If we opened fire with forty or fifty muskets at once, wouldn't we kill them?"

Scarface rolled his eyes and thought to himself, "That makes sense. Soldiers are usually very disciplined; if it really came down to fighting, they would have opened fire long ago."

"To hell with your toll fees!" Scarface raised his large curved knife and roared in his hoarse voice, "Brothers, don't be intimidated by these soldiers! They won't dare to kill! Get your muskets ready, aim and fire! Today I'm going to cut this little brat's tongue out and use it as a snack with my drinks!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the dozens of bandits behind him simultaneously raised their long homemade guns, the dark muzzles all aimed at Gu Changfeng and his group below. They deftly pulled out matches and matchlocks from their waists, preparing to light them.

Seeing that the other party was about to resort to force, Gu Changfeng's face turned completely dark.

"You're courting death!" Gu Changfeng shouted coldly. "Platoon Leader Li, prepare for battle! Anyone who dares to light a fire will be shot dead on the spot!"

"Yes!" Thirty semi-automatic rifles were all aimed at the bandits above.

The two sides were on the verge of exchanging blows; a single gunshot could turn this place into a sea of ​​blood.

Ya Ya had been hoping to swindle some money, but when she saw that these people had no sportsmanship and were actually going to hit her with broken iron pipes, her face immediately fell.

"Fine, you won't give me the money, and you even resort to violence. Do you really think I'm a pushover?" Ya Ya muttered.

Instead of hiding under her coat, she simply squatted down on the spot and stuffed the half-eaten White Rabbit candy into her mouth.

Her hands, without anyone noticing, were placed on the scorching sand beneath her feet.

No one around her noticed her little movement; they were all focused on the gun barrel opposite them.

Ya Ya closed her eyes, and the core of her wood-type ability began to spin rapidly within her mind. The Taklamakan Desert appeared to be nothing but dry sand, barren of everything. But possessing wood-type abilities, her perception had already penetrated deep into the earth.

Several meters underground, there are actually countless withered and dormant desert plant roots, which are the old roots left by camel thorn and sea buckthorn.

Given enough energy, these lifeless root systems can become deadly weapons at any time.

"Since you want to play, then we'll play a big game with you."