Chapter 304 I’ll kill you!
Raindrops fell on the roofs of Tata Village, sliding down the eaves along with the logs and thatch.
At the door of a spacious wooden house located in the center of the village, Grush shook out his wet poncho and shook off a water stain.
Opening the door, Boss "Bloodfoot" Deford was sitting in front of the fireplace, warming himself by the fire. His messy beard was still stained with grease from last night's meal.
The boss of "Black Scar" Blackska stood by the window, his high cheekbones could almost hold a kettle, and his hair was stuck to his pale forehead by the rain.
"Brother Grush is here. I just happened to heat up the butterbeer. Come on." Xuezu raised the iron kettle in his hand high, as if he couldn't feel the boiling heat.
"Orc" Grush did not refuse, took off his leather gloves, took the butterbeer from Bloody Foot and drank it in one gulp.
His body warmed up immediately.
Grush found a place to sit down everywhere, and saw that all the leaders in the caves and jungles were here, and then he said:
"Since everyone is here, , don’t waste time, let’s talk about it.”
The rain outside the window made a rustling sound. Several small leaders looked at me and me, but none of them said anything.
"I know you are embarrassed to say it, so let me embarrass you." Grush turned sideways and looked at Deford in front of him, "Boss Deford, we would like to ask you to lend us some money and food. Use."
"Yes, yes..."
"The damn Salvation Army forced the church to close the roads and impose martial law everywhere, and no one paid tribute to us."< br>
Contrary to what most people in the empire had in mind, the bandits did not usually stay in the mountain stronghold and go down the mountain to plunder whenever they had nothing to do.
It's true that they have strongholds and cottages in the mountains, but most of them don't live there.
Most of these bandits are gangsters from all over the country near the cave forest. If they have money, they will go down the mountain, and if they don’t have money, they will go up the mountain.
The daily main business is to set up private checkpoints, rob vendors, rob shops and workshops, extort villages, smuggling and kidnapping.
They gather every year and divide the money at the end of autumn. After dividing the money, except for a few people who stay on the mountain to guard the village, the rest return to the villages and towns.
That’s why those lords are constantly suppressing them, and the jungles and caves are surrounded by their eyes.
Some refugees who are unable to find a job are desperate and will find someone to help introduce them to work.
In a sense, being bandits is equivalent to working as temporary workers.
At its peak, there were nearly a thousand bandits hiding in the dense cave forests, but the money they robbed was enough for food and clothing. Only the bandit leader and a few core combatants had a good life.
But since the rise of the Salvation Army, life has been difficult.
Because they can be divided into fields, many homeless cannon fodders directly become good citizens. Even if they are not among the group divided into fields, they can still go to the Holy Hoe Monastery or work as helpers in workshops.
The Papal Palace issued a large number of orders, and workshops everywhere finally had money to hire migrant workers.
This resulted in a significant reduction in the manpower of the bandits. Only the 500 people from Kasha County and Lower River County were still there, and almost all the rest ran away.
Similarly due to the appearance of the Salvation Army, the bandits in the cave forest were also economically blocked.
Without their source of income, they were about to have nothing, so they rushed to the meeting.
"Although I have saved some food and money, it's not much." Deford's voice was drunk, "How about we kidnap a female dependent from the Salvation Army? They destroyed it. With so many monasteries, there must be money.”
"Boss Deford, this..." Grush looked stunned, "It's not like I haven't tried it before. The cavalry of the Salvation Army knows magic and can kill people from twenty meters away."
" It's not like angels descended to earth." Deford pointed back with his thumb, "Didn't we kill several of their monks?"
Grush didn't know what to say for a moment, how could he give the order? Even the defeated army, is that what they can contend with?
As expected, before Grush could speak, the little leaders started muttering.
“If Boss Grush hadn’t saved you last time, you would have been beaten to the ground by the knights of the Salvation Army.”
"You can bully the defenseless monks."
"Hey, hey, what are you talking about, do you think I didn't hear you?" Perhaps because he couldn't hold it in any longer, Deford pondered for a few seconds before saying, "Well, I can provide 1,200 dinars to buy 1,000 gallons of grain. Is that interesting enough?"
What does this mean? Even the good-tempered Grush almost cursed.
1,200 dinars to buy 1,000 gallons of grain is the normal price of grain, but there is a famine now!
“Dang!”
Turning around suddenly, Black Scar Blackska raised his fist high with a ferocious face, rounded it and smashed it on the table.
The people nearby were trembling in fright, and the tableware, clay pots, oil lamps and candlesticks on the table were shaken so hard that they jumped up and rolled to the ground.
“What are you doing?” After being startled, an angry Deford slapped the table and stood up, “Are you possessed by the devil?!”
“Am I possessing you? !" Blackska's lips turned up, revealing her blood-red gums, "Selecting the target, settling the stolen goods, I am not responsible for any of them! Life and death, robbing the merchants, this is not what Brother Grush is doing! >
Besides sitting in the house and drinking beer, what else do you do every day? In addition to having a good papa and recognizing the bishop as your grandfather, what else do you have? "
"Japanese goat, you want to compete with me in the ring? "Deford walked around the table and pointed his finger directly in front of Blackska's nose.
Blackska slapped his hand away, raised his chin and sneered: "Now that the bishop has fallen, We need to find a new supporter after all.
I have a way to get in touch with the Earl of Lower River, but I need money.
When we were dividing the money, you took so much. Now, at this time, you don’t take a single copper coin? ”
"Is there any guarantee based on money alone? I am different from you. My daughter is 16 years old this year, and she is given to the bishop of Jinhe Township as her lover. I am prepared for both sides."
"The bishop of Jinhe Township is 70 years old. Yes, you are willing to do so," Blackska said in a sinister tone.
Deford said nonchalantly: "Do you have a daughter? Your old hens don't even lay eggs, what do you have?"
"Brother Deford, stop talking." Rush immediately wanted to run up and stop Blackska, but he was still a step too late.
Hearing Deford's words, Blackska was stunned for a moment, and then her whole head instantly turned red to the roots of her hair.
He looked left and right, picked up the iron candlestick on the table, aimed at Deford's head, and smashed it down.
“Ouch! Ouch!”
Deford was a gangster after all, and he raised his head to avoid it in a embarrassed and clumsy manner.
“You dare to do it?!”
He looked at Blackska in disbelief, turned around and threw himself on the wall, pulling out a saber from the hanging weapon: “ Groove, I’ll kill you!”
"Stop him, stop him!" Beyond Blackska, Grush put his head on Deford's chest, hugged his waist, and shouted with difficulty.
Several little bandit leaders who were at a loss hurriedly stepped forward, one on the left and the other on the right, to pull the two bandit leaders away from each other.
After there were some more pottery shards on the table and some more sawdust on the floor, the few of them sat down calmly.
Touching the missing corner of the tapestry distressedly, Deford blocked his bleeding nostrils with a handkerchief: "I know you want money and food, but I also tell you, I have money, but the food is only enough for my own family.
No, look at how much food I’m worth, chop off my head and take it to the Salvation Army in exchange for food.”
"Bang!" Blackska snorted coldly and turned to look at the rainy scene outside the window.
Deford coughed lightly: "As for you, don't think too much of the Salvation Army. I've investigated and found that they were the Order Company who relied on trickery to win.
I got the news , they are gathering horse-drawn carriages and ox-carts recently, and they will most likely exchange food from the El Ancient Road in the dense cave forest.
Let's think about it first and see who is in charge of this matter. >If I pay for it and let them share it with us, then I won’t be called stingy anymore, right?”
"What if they don't agree? Or what if the lion opens his mouth?" Blackska asked.
Deford sneered: "Is the knife in your hand just a decoration? The jungle is so big, we harass us every day, how can they defend themselves every day?
If nothing else works, just go home. By then , there should be no complaints about telling those bastards to go home, right?”
The organizational model between bandit leaders and bandits is somewhat similar to that of the Five Dynasties.
Most of the time, the bandit leaders are very satisfied with the benefits they receive. The ones who are dissatisfied are the "tooth soldiers".
If the bandit leaders cannot satisfy the interests of the "tooth soldiers", they will also be replaced by their subordinates.
The big and small leaders looked at each other and felt that this made sense.
And since Deford had already said the money, they naturally would not force him any more, so they all said good things and left.
Looking at Blackska who walked out of the door first, and then at Deford who was sitting alone in the room sulking, Grush sighed.
He picked up the poncho and was about to put it on when his eyes suddenly focused on an abandoned hut not far away.
Without an umbrella, he walked over despite the rain. He looked at the water stains on the wall and frowned.
Putting his nose up to smell it, and confirming that it was not urine, Grush started groping around on the ground nearby.
Soon, he found a twisted footprint beside the bush, but it didn't look like an adult's foot.
Look at the depth of this footprint, this method of hiding the footprints...
"Demon hunter?" Grush said to himself in surprise.
(End of this chapter)