long night fire

Of course, the "Vulture" bandit group would not directly say that this is our purpose. Yas would use the tone of charity to ask the people in those settlements to donate the selected women to satisfy the desires of themselves and their subordinates, in exchange for corresponding food.

If the opponent refused, Yas would not hesitate to use bullets, blades and blood to make them understand who is the master, and then use violence in front of them to directly achieve their goals.

Yas, who likes to read the history books of the old world, even considered whether to implement the "right of the first night" in the area covered by the strength of his bandit group.

He eventually dropped the idea because it simply wasn't possible.

They can't really take those settlements as their own. The slave hunting team of the "Original City", the regular army chasing down the bandit group, other bandit groups, and the occasional part-time bandit and a team of relic hunters who have reached a certain scale will all treat those Hazards from settlements.

Why do people on the gray soil still call the residents in the settlements wilderness wanderers? It is because they cannot settle in one place for a long time. After seven or eight years, or even shorter, they will be forced by reality and have to migrate to other places. place.

Fortunately, the other bandit groups only traded with slave merchants, so they didn’t dare to cooperate directly with the slave hunting team in the “Original City”, fearing that they themselves would become the other party’s spoils of war. Otherwise, the settlements that provided food for the “Vulture” bandits Not many left.

As for the bandit group that owns mineral resources and breaks into settlements to accumulate slaves for their own property, Yas feels that their actions are understandable and just enviable.

In the case of basic food security, the behavior style of "vultures" is the same as their name. They like to "hover" around their prey, waiting for the other party to show their weak side, and go up to grab the fattest part.

This is why Yas always likes to find the top floor of a tall building to look around every time he enters the ruins of the city.

This gave him the satisfaction of overlooking the world and controlling everything.

In his eyes, every person and every team in the wasteland on the north bank, as long as they show a weak state, are the prey that is about to die. He and his bandit group are waiting to turn them into corpses and carrion.

As night fell, the ruins of the city were gradually engulfed in darkness, and Yas reluctantly looked away, walking all the way down the stairs.

For him, climbing stairs is also a kind of exercise.

The journey down was much easier than when it came up, but Yas, who likes to read old world books, still wore knee pads outside his trousers to protect his joints.

"Knowledge is power..." Yas always thinks of this old world proverb whenever he encounters a similar situation.

This is what he heard from his teacher when he was a child.

At that time, he was still living in a settlement for homeless people in the wilderness. Every week, adults would take turns as teachers to teach children characters.

When he was an adult, he could go out to hunt. The feeling of not being able to fill his stomach for a long time and his own strong desire for various things made Yas lead a group of companions and completely embarked on the road of robbers.

To this day, he remembers what that old world saying drove his decision:

Strong is better than hard work!

As for the original settlement of wanderers in the wilderness, after the old generation who looked down on bandits withered, the remaining people either followed Yas or migrated to other places.

In his memory, Yas returned to the ground floor of the building. His subordinates gathered in groups of three or four, playing cards, drinking the batch of wine they grabbed yesterday, or hiding in other rooms deep in the corridor, comforting themselves. each other.

Female bandits are not an uncommon phenomenon on the Dust, and guns make them just as dangerous.

Raising his hand and touching his shaved sideburns, Yas shouted to his subordinates patrolling outside the building:

"It's going to rain, don't relax!"

This is one of the strongholds of the "Vulture" bandit group.

Yass likes this kind of city ruins. In such a large place, if the enemy wants to find out the buildings where they live, it is no less than fishing for steel needles from the sea.

"Yes, boss!" Outside the building, the robbers with submachine guns responded.

Yas nodded in satisfaction, and inspected the ground floor.

Two armored vehicles, several artillery pieces, and multiple machine guns passed by his eyes one by one.

At this time, the rain that had been brewing for a long time finally fell, not too much, but it made the night look foggy.

The whole city, except for this building, was dead silent.

Suddenly, a loud voice came from nowhere outside:

"You are surrounded!

"Put down your weapons and choose to surrender!"

This is from a man.

Yas's eyes suddenly enlarged, and he waved his hand, signaling all his subordinates to guard against enemy attacks.

The voice outside didn't stop, it just seemed to be a different person, becoming slightly magnetic, accompanied by the movement of Zizizi:

"So, we must remember that when we face things we don't understand, we must humbly ask for advice, let go of the prejudice brought by experience, don't be full of resistance at the beginning, and learn and understand with an inclusive attitude. , to grasp, to accept..."

On a quiet rainy night, the sound echoed, as if accompanied by electric currents.

This... Doubtful thoughts emerged in the minds of each of the robbers.

They don't understand why the enemy wants to say such a bunch of big things, and it has nothing to do with the current situation.

Yas had a vague premonition. Although he didn't know what was going on, his years of experience told him that anything abnormal meant trouble.

When the sound subsided, the two figures each held a black umbrella and walked towards the building where the "Vulture" bandits were located.

"Stop!" Ash yelled.

Unusual circumstances prevented him from directly ordering the shot.

One of the two figures answered:

"We're here to make friends!"

Yas opened his mouth, feeling that the other party was not lying.

Soon, two figures entered the bright world constructed by flashlights and torches from the extremely dark city ruins.

They are a man and a woman. The man is tall, masculine and handsome, and the woman is beautiful and heroic.

They all had kind smiles on their faces.

……

My name is Yas, and I am the leader of the "Vulture" bandit bandit.

I like to look down at the ruins of the city from a high place, which makes me feel like the master of this world.

I am different from other robbers. I understand the value of cultivating population and the importance of a stable food source. In my eyes, the group of "North" are indeed very powerful, but they have no brains. Merchants cooperate to sell wild wanderers in the wasteland.

Maybe they never think about the future.

My bandit group and I looted everything that could be looted, like vultures in the sky, treating every weak target as carrion.

I thought my life would go on like this forever, I thought my gang of bandits would grow stronger day by day, and eventually become the master of the north shore wasteland, until that day, when those two men came to visit.

……

That night, Yas, the leader of the "Vulture" bandit group, and his men believed in the weakness of the early spring guards.

Chapter 157

With the patrol route of the defenders provided by "friends", the drone monitoring rules, and the terrain around Chuchun Township, Yas led the "Vulture" bandit group, driving an armored vehicle and dragging artillery from a road with relatively many shelters. , quietly touched near the target location.

At this time, the moon hangs high, and the light shines down, dyeing the earth where black and green dance together with a layer of silver light.

Chuchun Town stands beside a stream flowing down a hill. It is suspected to have been transformed from a large farm left over from the old world, but the fence has been replaced with stones, and there are many more internal buildings, all of which are relatively simple.

The defenders of the "Original City" are divided into four parts, one part is inside the town, the other part is at the main entrance, the part is at the rear exit, and the part is a few hundred meters outside the town.

They didn't all get together so they wouldn't be dumped all at once.

Through the binoculars, Yas inspected the khaki armored vehicles and tanks of the same color blocking the door, and smiled to several confidantes:

"Sure enough, it is as described in the information, the equipment is okay, but there is no morale, everyone is homesick, lax and slack.

"As long as this 'business' is done, our firepower will rank first among all the bandit groups in the wasteland. Only then will we have the confidence to recruit some people with special abilities."

One of Yas' confidants hesitated and said:

"Boss, but this will anger the 'Original City' and draw their crazy revenge."

Although he also believes that this is a rare opportunity, he always feels that this incident will cause serious troubles.

"For so many years, it's not that they haven't organized an army to encircle us? But the wasteland is so vast, and the ruins are everywhere. As long as we are careful and hide better, we don't have to worry too much about it. Could it be that the 'Original City' Will a legion be sent to search for us in the wasteland every year? If so, we can go north and stay in the sphere of influence of the 'White Knights' for a while." Yas replied quite confidently.

His confidants no longer had any objections, and according to the leader's order, organized the robbers under him into different groups to undertake corresponding tasks.

After everything was ready, Yas used the binoculars to take another look at Chuchun Town, where only a few pairs of soldiers were patrolling.

He raised his right hand and swung it down:

"Artillery crew, attack!"

The artillery towed by the tractor entered the preset position.

They were divided into two groups, one group fired at the garrison camp a few hundred meters outside the town, and the other group aimed at the enemies at the main gate of Chuchun Town.

Boom!Boom!

In the night with only moonlight, flames emerged one after another, and the sound of cannons continued.

Shells were fired one after another, covering two major target areas.

Smoke and dust rose, air waves rolled, and the successive explosions made the ground tremble.

"Armored vehicles are ahead, guys charge!" Yas decisively issued the second order after catching the defenders in early spring by surprise.

The armored vehicles of the "Vulture" bandit group drove out, and with the cover of anti-tank guns, they rushed to the entrance of Chuchun Town, and the rest of the personnel either drove or trotted behind in steps.

Amid the rumbling explosions and bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang, the army of the "prime city" who was indeed slack became chaotic and failed to organize an effective counterattack in a short time.

Seeing the town in sight, Yas became more and more convinced of the information provided by his friends, and no longer had any doubts about the weakness of the defenders here.

Just as the sound of the guns subsided, music suddenly sounded in Chuchun Town.

Its melody has a strong sense of rhythm, and with the passionate singing, people can't help but want to dance.

This is not a hallucination, Yas, the leader of the "Vulture" bandit group sitting in the armored car, twisted his waist uncontrollably.

While stunned and dazed, he subconsciously cast his gaze around.

He saw the driver of the armored vehicle stand up, raise his hands, and shake wildly, completely ignoring the state of the vehicle.

Go，go，go

Ale，ale，ale（注1）

In the enthusiastic and unrestrained singing, the members of the "Vulture" bandit group either raised their guns high, or stopped in place, or kept pushing their hips, or waved their hands, all moving their bodies to the beat.

All of a sudden, the gunfire subsided, the gunshots stopped, and the black battlefield outside Chuchun Town turned into a cheerful and fiery square.

The defenders of Chuchun Town were not affected, they seized this opportunity, regrouped and launched a counterattack.

Da da da, the heavy machine gun fire was like a sickle harvesting autumn wheat, causing the robbers to fall down one by one.

Boom!Boom!

Two khaki tanks fired shells and crushed them outward.

The blood and pain woke up many robbers, and they couldn't believe that they attacked the army of "Original City" head-on!

The same is true for Yas, he has a feeling that he has been blinded by the devil and has not returned to normal until now.

What can a bandit group use to compete with the regular army of the "Original City"?

And the opponent is also fully equipped, not a single defeated army!

Under the cover of ferocious firepower, Yas and others tried to flee, but they were still affected by the fiery singing and could not do their best. They could only twist and shake while using their weapons to fight back.

That's definitely not accurate.

……

"The 'Vulture' bandits are over..." Jiang Baimian sighed while holding a binoculars at the top of the hill.

Although she knew that the "Vulture" bandit group could not succeed and would inevitably reap a disastrous failure in the end, she never expected that they would lose so quickly and so brittlely.

However, the purpose of the "Old Tune Group" has been achieved. They have found out that there are awakened people at the "spiritual corridor" level in Chuchun Town.

This kind of powerhouse can play a role in a similar battlefield beyond imagination!

Of course, Jiang Baimian was not too surprised by this. After using Wu Meng's recording to easily "win" so many people in the "Vulture" bandit group, she knew how powerful the awakened people at the "spiritual corridor" level are in dealing with ordinary people. The horrors that have been explored to the depths are even more unimaginable.

This is not comparable to Dimarco and Tarnan's "higher heartless" who are not in good condition.

"It's a pity..." Shang Jianyao echoed Jiang Baimian's words, while twisting his waist and hips, following the rhythm.

There was no disappointment in his expression, his face was full of yearning.

Although it was so far away, he couldn't quite hear the music coming from Chuchun Town, but the dance of the members of the "Vulture" bandit group allowed him to reverse the beat.

"Retreat first, so as not to be discovered." Jiang Baimian put down the binoculars.