super big player system

Chapter 17
[Killing the bandit gets an A-level score and 170 points, with a total of [-] three points. 】

Zhang Fan didn't care about the few pitiful points, because killing robbers was more important to supplement supplies.

After the battlefield was cleared, the bearded people even stripped off the robber's clothes, and ransacked every place without omission.

Obtain a bag of garbage crystal nuclei, worth about [-] crystal coins.

A total of fifteen guns, more than 600 rounds of ammunition, two explosives, seven ordinary knives of good quality, and ten old knives that are defective but barely usable.

In terms of food, there is a large bag of low-quality blood bars, a piece of jerky meat, three bags of low-quality bread, and two barrels of low-quality water.

The only things that seem valuable are a few barrels of oil and a small medical kit.

"I found something good." The bearded man excitedly held up a bottle of unknown liquid and said to Zhang Fan above: "Patriarch, these robbers are also poor, but there is a big piece of dried meat and a bottle of wine, patriarch. You can drink some wine first and then have a drink."

Zhang Fan raised his eyebrows and stretched out his hand to catch the thrown wine. He unscrewed the lid and smelled the pungent liquid medicine. He frowned and took a sip. It felt like he drank a mouthful of disinfectant and sprayed it out again.

The bearded man below looked distressed.

Zhang Fan unscrewed the cap and threw it back, saying, "Drink it, and send two people to drive back first, and take all the people from the village over."

The bearded man caught the wine with joy on his face, and was a little surprised when he heard that he was going back to pick up people: "Are we going to abandon the original camp?"

Zhang Fanyang looked at the gray sky from the tent and said, "We have a car now, we have to keep walking to find a place with abundant supplies."

"Okay." The bearded man nodded hurriedly. He didn't expect Zhang Fan to leave as soon as he said he would, and really started to leave the alliance completely.

Zhang Fan is the only one who has the qualifications to say that these robbers are poor. When Bai Lao and his group were picked up, they saw the tents and a few cars welded with defensive iron spikes, and looked at the array of weapons that had been sorted out. A group of people were excited. It's like being in heaven.

If the bearded man hadn't asked Du Hai to look at the supplies himself, including the piece of dried meat that looked like a mutton chop, someone would have to go up and eat it.

"Today is a good day to kill the tyrant and destroy the robbers. Beard will do your best to make everyone have a good meal." Zhang Fan sat up and said to the people below.

"Long live the patriarch, today we eat broth and bread!" The bearded man raised the jerky and shouted excitedly.

"Long live the patriarch, long live Xiaofan!"

"Eat broth and bread!"

A group of people suddenly became more excited, just like a festival, and such a festival seems to have been going on for a long time, so long that they don't know what meat tastes like.

"Patriarch, the big tent has been tidied up, you can come in and rest." Old A came over to say a word after being busy for a long time.

Zhang Fan turned over and jumped out of the tent. When he went in, he saw that it was really tidy. There was even a worn-out carpet on the floor, a foldable simple bed in front of it, and a black animal skin on it. Neatly placed.

Bailao and Bearded Beard also followed in, and the humble place felt a bit like an earthly king.

Zhang Fan lay down on the bed satisfied. He had to say that it was beneficial to bring this group of people along. It not only gave him the feeling of hugging each other, but also had someone take care of the inside and outside.

"Patriarch." Bai Lao stepped forward and saluted with joy, "Congratulations to the patriarch for winning the battle. We have a lot of supplies and have a certain ability to travel far."

Zhang Fan sat up and looked at everyone with a smile: "Then, do I feel like the king of Yamashiro now?"

Everyone laughed, and the bearded man gave a thumbs up and said: "The patriarch's beautiful and handsome brocade robe not only looks like a king, but also looks like an emperor in those high-level areas."

Zhang Fan also laughed heartily when he heard the compliment. He is a young man in his eighteenth and nineteenth years, and he is very playful. The feeling of being admired and worshiped by others is irresistible.

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining the achievement of Ruyijianghu, ten points will be rewarded. 】

Oh, that works too.

Zhang Fan was taken aback when he heard the reward he got suddenly, otherwise, this super big player system just wants to play as happily as possible.

"Patriarch, we have already started to move freely. The alliance will find out in a short time. The patriarch needs to formulate a course of action very early." Bai Lao solemnly asked for instructions, cupping his hands.

The bearded man nodded hurriedly and said, "If the alliance finds out that we have abandoned the camp and failed to report, they will hunt us down soon."

Zhang Fan frowned and said, "Then this matter needs Bai Lao's advice, I'm not familiar with the surrounding environment."

Bai Lao took a step forward and said: "As before, the patriarch's strategy of going all the way to the southeast into the chaotic land is correct, but this road is long and full of dangers. Only by formulating an action plan can we guarantee our success before the alliance vigorously hunts us down." Into the land of chaos."

"Didn't I find a map? If Mr. Bai can understand it, draw a route and we'll kill it all the way." Zhang Fan felt that Mr. Bai made the problem too complicated. Is there any action plan that can be formulated? .

Old A hurried over and took the map from the box and handed it to Bai Lao.

Bai Lao opened it and looked at it seriously, his brows gradually frowning.

The bearded man asked anxiously: "Bai Lao, is it a map leading to the land of chaos?"

Bai Lao nodded and said: "From the perspective of these mountains, it is the Magic Mountain in a place of chaos. This road should come out of the Magic Mountain."

"How can we understand it? Just say if you can go." The bearded man looked at the map as if someone was drunk and scribbled the lines with big heads.

Bai Lao frowned and said: "This map is not complete, and there are many places where the way out is not marked. If it appears here, it means that the way is feasible. We may be able to avoid many dangers and enter the magic mountain by following the path."

"That's it." The bearded man was worried because he couldn't understand the map.

Bai Lao put away the map and said to Zhang Fan: "The route is the first question, and the second question is what kind of nature the patriarch wants our big player tribe to enter the chaotic land."

"Natural?" Zhang Fan looked at Bai Lao with a puzzled expression, he couldn't understand.

Bai Lao explained: "We are free people after breaking away from the alliance. Although we bear the identity of rebels, the way we go to the outside world is also related to the attitude of the tribes towards us. If we are pure rebels and march towards the chaotic land, Rebels and wanderers will treat us kindly, and some tribes may be neutral towards us. If we are marching towards the chaos in a bandit or fighting posture, most of the bandits will be friendly to us, while the rest may regard us as We are enemies..."

Zhang Fan was surprised when he heard this, "Is there such a thing as running around?"

Bai Lao nodded and said: "Although the forces in the last days are intricate, each has its own rules. Our attitude will affect the degree of danger we will go forward."

Zhang Fan raised his eyebrows, waved his big hand and said, "There is only one rule in our tribe, whoever gets in the way will die!"

As soon as the words came out, the air froze instantly, and everyone looked at Zhang Fan dumbfounded. Even those tribes with thousands of people, few dared to speak such wild words.

"Yes, the patriarch is right. Anyway, even if you don't provoke anyone, others will provoke you. All the way to the south, whoever gets in the way will die!" Old A is a man of few words, but he must have a lot of weight when he speaks.

(End of this chapter)