Your Majesty, Please Stop!

Chapter 19: Communication Methods of the Two Bandit Kings

The autumn sun hung high in the sky, and the weather was beautiful.

Under the sunlight, the undulating Fulong Mountain Range appeared desolate and yellow.

The fierce tiger stronghold retreated back to the old village in the mountains.

The government was mobilizing troops and generals.

However, the entire Fulong stronghold lacked transparency in information, and they were clueless about the situation. They felt like they were facing a great enemy and waited for a whole day.

It was only at this moment that Cui Ying'er and the other five people realized that they had made a breakthrough. After all, this sudden boost in Realm was difficult for people to accept and perceive in a short period of time.

They looked at the calm leader and pondered for a while, realizing that it could only be attributed to the legendary potential that was unleashed after being in a predicament!

With increased confidence, Huang Dagui and Han Qiniang volunteered to go down the mountain to investigate. To their surprise, not only were the people from the fierce tiger stronghold gone, but the government's constables were also nowhere to be found.

"Did they give up, or do they have other motives?"

Taking precautions, everyone returned to the stronghold, cleaned up the bodies, and then gathered in a circle. Little Huang acted spoiled, showing off his stylish rooster-like hairstyle, but Huang Dagui impatiently kicked him aside.

"I think it's very likely that our leader's imposing presence scared them off. After all, those corpses couldn't be faked, and they were terrifying to look at."

Han Qiniang stood beside Xin Zhuo, hands on her hips. At this point, she had developed a blind reliance and admiration for their leader.

"Don't be so sure. Perhaps the fierce tiger stronghold is afraid, but the government may not be. There are skilled individuals in the government. Have you ever heard of the constables being disabled and the government just giving up?"

Cui Ying'er casually crossed her legs, revealing her blue underwear under her coarse cloth skirt. Facing the setting sun, she had an extraordinary presence, and her words were clear and rational.

"Sister Ying'er, don't boost others' morale at the expense of your own prestige," Han Qiniang pouted, unhappy with the leader's response.

"Let me tell you," Huang Dagui grinned, "I don't care about the wind from any direction. If they dare to come again, let them try daddy's ninth-grade Saber Technique, hahaha..."

"The ninth-grade is the lowest rank!" Cui Ying'er poured cold water on him again.

"Uh... Second-in-command, I don't like the way you talk."

Huang Dagui rubbed his nose. He was always hot-tempered but didn't dare to provoke Cui Ying'er. It wasn't just because she had a cold temperament and was difficult to deal with, but also because he couldn't beat her.

"Enough talking."

Xin Zhuo interrupted their bickering, waving his sleeve. "Prepare the writing materials!"

"Writing poetry?" The bandits were surprised.

"Holding a murder weapon at night, composing poetry during the day." This was how the former leader praised his formidable opponent's style.

This made the bandits yearn for it. Could it be that their leader had also reached such heights and was such a refined person?

"Write a letter!"

Writing poetry was impossible, at most, they could imitate the style. Xin Zhuo just felt that the words he had the fierce tiger stronghold lackeys deliver to Sun Wu might have had an effect. Otherwise, why would they suffer losses while the fierce tiger stronghold and the government disappeared without a trace?

It was really distressing. They were breaking their heads just to stay alive.

"Alright!"

Not knowing what kind of letter the leader was going to write, Han Jiulang quickly went to fetch a table.

"Sister Ying'er, let me do it."

In the past, Cui Ying'er, who was proficient in calligraphy, would grind ink for the young leader. This time, Han Qiniang volunteered.

The table was a simple square table, and the chair was a bamboo chair. The brush, ink, paper, and inkstone were all looted from corrupt officials and businessmen in previous years, and they were high-quality goods from an unknown origin.

Xin Zhuo picked up the brush, full of witty remarks. However, when he looked at the crowd gathering around, he inexplicably felt like he was back in his previous life, keeping track of expenses in a rural banquet book. All his inspiration disappeared in an instant.

"So, who are you writing the letter to, leader?" Cui Ying'er looked puzzled.

"To Sun Wu from the fierce tiger stronghold. I suspect that this old sixth hasn't accepted the amnesty. When Little Dog and Jiulang go to deliver the letter, they can also check the situation..."

"Isn't this inappropriate?" Huang Dagui protested. "We are mortal enemies."

Bai Jianxi also pinched her delicate fingers and said indignantly, "Leader, this seems like colluding with the enemy!"

The subordinates still held grudges against the fierce tiger stronghold's night attack on the Fulong stronghold, even though they didn't participate.

"Colluding with the enemy? In this world, there are many things that you can consider from a different perspective."

Xin Zhuo patiently explained to the bandits, "For example, if a female student from a school goes to a brothel at night, what would you think? Normal people would consider it morally corrupt and lamentable, right?

But what if it's a brothel worker who is unwilling to fall into depravity, serving clients at night but studying hard, enriching herself, and seeking a better future during the day?"

The group of thieves blinked their eyes and pondered for a while, feeling as if a certain door had been opened, and their mood suddenly became clear.

"Amazing! This sister is really good," Huang Dagui applauded, then asked in confusion, "Could it be that this Sun Wu is a sister in disguise?"

Damn, this damn imagination, Xin Zhuo said bluntly, "My grandfather hit him when he was alive, not the other way around. What grudge do I have with him? He killed four of my brothers in a night attack, including the second-in-command Li Qing. He's worse off than me!

The key is that he has 800 followers. That's a huge force. If we can befriend them, use them to provoke and mock the officials, then we'll truly be at ease."

"Brilliant!"

The group of thieves suddenly realized this and couldn't help but smile happily. The leader of the group spoke with some reason.

Xin Zhuo also had an inspiration and wrote down, "Brother Sun Wu, as for you and me..."

Just as he had written two lines, a "whoosh" sound came from outside the stronghold gate, followed by a "thud" as it landed nearby.

Everyone looked up and saw a broken arrow stuck in the courtyard, causing them to be startled. Then they became puzzled as there was a letter attached to the arrowhead.

It turned out to be a letter shot by an arrow!

Since it was a letter shot by an arrow, it wasn't an enemy attack.

"Good thief!"

Huang Dagui and Bai Jianxiao agilely chased after the person.

Xin Zhuo felt a bit absurd. In ancient times, playing with letter-shooting was like making anonymous phone calls for kidnapping in his previous life. The other party didn't want you to know who they were, but they conveyed some information.

But in any case, it had to be appropriate. Shooting letters in a bustling city or a secluded courtyard was one thing, but what kind of ghostly letter-shooting was happening in this desolate mountain?

Han Qiniang had already picked up the letter and handed it over.

Xin Zhuo opened it and roughly guessed who it was from. It was most likely someone from Menghuo Village. The cover had the words "Xin Zhuo's own" written crookedly, and only bandits could write such ugly words.

Unexpectedly, he was about to write a letter to him, but his letter arrived first.

After opening it, the contents were as follows:

"Hahaha, I'm having a great time in the North Mountain. How are things in the south, brother? Our pig gave birth to eight piglets, and San Gui's wife also gave birth to a little one. It's quite a coincidence.

Xiu Hua's wife is being disobedient again, calling me a horny donkey, Xiao Shunzi, Gaba Cha Cha, scratching people's hearts..."

In the western corner of that jar, I think it's pretty good. It's missing a mouth, but it can still hold water...

I'm suffering, how about you... I really admire Old Xin.

Thirteen pages of messy paper, one or two thousand characters, without any punctuation marks. Throughout the whole thing, there are misspelled words everywhere, it's so ugly that it can't be shown to anyone. It's all random and doesn't make sense, I don't know what it's trying to express. The key is that there's a hole on every page, piercing several words and breaking the meaning.

Xin Zhuo finally finished reading it with great difficulty, let out a long sigh, and said, "With this level, even a third-grade elementary school student from my previous life who wrote 'My dad came home little by little' is better than this."

The key is, what does he mean?

Cui Ying'er stumbled forward and read it once, and several people looked at each other, not understanding.

"Boss!"

At this moment, Huang Dagui and Bai Jianxi came back carrying a skinny young man who looked like a monkey. "It's this kid who shot the arrow, sneaky and doesn't look like a good person. He claims to be from the Ferocious Tiger Gang!"

"Xin Daming, you can't kill me. I'm here to deliver a message on behalf of Sun Wu, the leader of the Ferocious Tiger Gang. Shooting arrows is a rule of the martial world."

The skinny young man was slapped twice, with handprints on his face, crying and sobbing, "Bows and arrows are controlled weapons by the government. We only have one set, which is already the greatest sincerity."

"Sincerity my ass, you colluding with the government, and still dare to write me a letter?" Xin Zhuo scolded loudly, trying to deceive him.

The skinny young man was stunned and quickly replied, "Colluding with the government? When did we collude with the government? Yesterday, you killed our second-in-command, and the leader took us back to the gang. The head of the constables was so angry that he cursed."

After getting a definite answer, Xin Zhuo and Cui Ying'er looked at each other and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Han Qiniang pointed at the skinny young man and scolded, "Consider yourselves lucky. Where are the government soldiers now?"

The skinny young man wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said, "The government soldiers have all gone to our place. It seems like they want to suppress us. Fortunately, I have practiced leg skills, able to travel 300 li at night and 800 li during the day, so I wasn't caught by them. Our leader is anxious, so he wrote a letter to Xin Daming. Xin Daming, please take a look at how well the letter is written. It's our leader's first time writing a letter, so he's a bit shy."

Saying that, he carefully looked at Xin Zhuo's expression.

Cui Ying'er and the others also looked at Xin Zhuo.

Xin Zhuo was completely confused, what's there to be shy about? He asked, "Didn't you read the letter? I don't know."

"You didn't read the letter? I don't know either," the skinny young man said, looking confused.

Xin Zhuo picked up the letter again and scanned it, still unable to make sense of it, so he simply picked up a pen and wrote a reply, "Sun Da, we are all upright and straightforward people. If you have something to say, just say it directly, don't make it so complicated that we can't understand."

(End of this chapter)