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"Walk."

Sun Shengli said in a low voice.

Then, like a snake, it slid backward along the ground and disappeared into the darkness.

Ma Xiaozhu and Liu Dazhuang followed closely behind.

The three quietly withdrew from their hiding place.

They went in a big circle and didn't head towards the gate of the village.

Instead, they crept towards the side of the village.

Black Wind Village is built halfway up the mountain.

There is only one way to get up from the main gate, and there are cliffs on both sides.

But from the side, there is a secret passage that almost no one knows about.

This was a clue provided by Liu Dazhuang.

Liu Dazhuang is a local. When he was a child, he followed his father to collect herbs in this area and walked through this passage.

It was a narrow path that followed the ridge, so narrow that in the narrowest part only one person could pass sideways.

On one side is a steep mountain wall, and on the other side is a bottomless cliff.

If you're not careful, you could fall and be smashed to pieces.

The bandits did not set up defenses on that path.

It's because they simply don't believe anyone can come up from there.

But Liu Dazhuang knew he could.

The three of them found the starting point of the path.

Liu Dazhuang walked at the very front.

Although his memory of the road was vague, he still remembered its general direction.

Ma Xiaozhu walked in the middle, with Sun Shengli bringing up the rear.

None of the three spoke.

They even suppressed their breathing to the lowest possible level.

Using both hands and feet, Liu Dazhuang clung to the mountain wall like a gecko, inching forward step by step.

His feet were on loose gravel, which would roll down if he exerted too much force.

He would pause for a few seconds each time he stepped on a stone.

They only continued forward after confirming that they weren't making too much noise.

Sun Shengli followed behind, secretly admiring him.

Liu Dazhuang has a robust physique weighing over 180 pounds.

On this narrow path where you can only pass sideways, it's amazing that it can land without making a sound.

This is not just about technology, but also about experience.

It took about twenty minutes to walk.

The path came to an end.

Liu Dazhuang stopped, lay down behind a rock, and looked ahead.

The back wall of Black Wind Village.

It was less than fifty meters in front of them.

It was a stone wall, more than two zhang high, with barbed wire stuck in it.

Behind the wall, the outlines of several houses can be vaguely seen.

The back mountain of the village was actually the weakest point in its defenses.

The bandits all believed that no one could climb up the cliff behind them.

Even if someone could climb up, they wouldn't be a person, they would be a ghost.

Therefore, there was only one sentry on the back hill, who was still dozing off.

Sun Shengli saw the sentry post.

It was a small, thin figure.

Wrapped in an old cotton-padded coat, he leaned against a big tree.

"Ma Xiaozhu".

Sun Shengli's voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz.

Ma Xiaozhu came over.

"You stay here and observe the defenses on the back mountain, and record the bandits' patrol times."

Ma Xiaozhu nodded.

"Liu Dazhuang".

Sun Shengli then turned to the other side.

"Come inside with me."

Liu Dazhuang nodded, pulled a dagger from his waist, and put it in his mouth.

The two of them scaled the wall with the lightness of cats.

Behind the wall was a row of low houses, which, judging from the smell, seemed to be a stable.

Several horses snorted, seemingly sensing the presence of strangers, but did not cry out in alarm.

Sun Shengli crouched in the corner of a room, his eyes quickly scanning the surroundings.

The village was very large, larger than he had imagined.

Head forward from the back of the mountain.

In order are the stable, granary, armory, bungalows where bandits lived, and council hall.

The residence of bandit leader Liu Feng was at the very front.

The layout of the entire village.

From back to front, the hierarchy is clear.

Next to the stable is a stone-paved path leading deep into the village.

Sun Shengli walked along the path.

Each step was taken very lightly, with the toes touching the ground first, then the ball of the foot, and finally the heel.

This is the footwork of an old scout.

You can minimize the sound of your footsteps.

Liu Dazhuang followed behind him, and the two always kept a distance of about three meters.

This is the safest distance.

They will not interfere with each other.

They can provide support immediately.

I walked about 100 meters.

A large courtyard appeared in front of us.

There were dozens of sacks piled up in the yard, which were probably grain.

At the entrance of the granary, two bandits leaned against the door frame, dozing off, guns in their arms, their snores rising and falling.

Sun Shengli bypassed the granary and continued forward.

Ahead are the bungalows where the bandits lived.

There were a dozen or so rooms in a row, all built of stone and wood, with paper pasted on the windows, and dim yellow light shining through them.

Snoring could be heard from some rooms, and people could be talking in hushed tones in others.

The sound of a woman crying could be heard coming from another room.

Sun Shengli paused for a moment.

The woman's crying was muffled.

It sounded like something had covered his mouth, and he spoke intermittently.

He didn't stop.

Task first.

He walked around the row of bungalows and continued on his way.

The council hall is in front.

A stone and wood structure house that is much taller than the surrounding buildings.

The gate was wide open, and the inside was brightly lit.

A cacophony of laughter and the sounds of drinking games could be heard.

Sun Shengli lay on the roof opposite the council hall, looking through the window.

More than twenty bandits were sitting in the hall, sitting around several tables, drinking and eating meat.

The table was covered with bowls, chopsticks, and wine jars.

Chicken bones and fish bones were scattered on the ground.

On the table right in the middle.

A man in his forties was sitting there.

He had a square face, thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a mustache above his lips.

He was wearing a cotton-padded jacket with a silk fabric and a pistol tucked into his waistband.

Liu Feng.

Sun Shengli recognized him at a glance.

From the village chief Li's description, he already had a general idea of ​​what Liu Feng looked like.

With a square face, thick eyebrows, and big eyes, he looked like a proper farmer.

But in reality, he was a ruthless killer.

Liu Feng was holding a wine bowl and talking to the person next to him.

His voice was very loud.

The sound could be heard throughout the entire hall.

"Brothers, drink!"

"I'm happy today!"

"Brother, what's the good news?"

A bald man with a face full of scars asked from the side.

Liu Feng chuckled, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth.

"Tomorrow, I'm going to Zhao Jia Gou to collect grain."

"Those poor bastards haven't paid their grain tax from last month."

"If they don't give it to us by tomorrow, I'll burn their whole village down!"

"Big Brother is wise!"

"Big Brother is awesome!"

The bandits all started to flatter him.

Sun Shengli frowned.

He had heard of Zhao Family Village.

That was a small village south of Lijia Yu, with forty or fifty households, and they were dirt poor.

Forget about food, they've almost eaten all the tree bark.

Liu Feng went there to collect grain, but that wasn't collecting grain; it was robbing.

But he still didn't move.

He remained lying on the roof.

They counted the number of bandits in the hall.

There were twenty-three people, two of whom were carrying Mauser pistols and were probably Liu Feng's personal guards.

The rest carried long spears, and some carried short knives.

The bandits in the hall were drinking merrily.

No one noticed that a person was lying in the darkness outside.

Sun Shengli slid down from the roof and continued to feel his way forward.

That's Liu Feng's residence up ahead.

It was a separate courtyard with a closed gate and a high wall, about three meters high.