The blood of the Anti-Japanese War stained the mountains and rivers

Previously, they ate meat and drank heavily, and all the bandits were loyal. They also made a name for themselves in this area, and their strength continued to grow.

But now let alone eating meat and drinking heavily, it is good to have a full meal. If the food is not good, the morale will be low, and all kinds of gossip will arise.

Some people even deserted and wanted to invest in other cottages. After all, water flows to low places and people go to high places. They are used to enjoyment, so who wants to live a hard life.

In the Juyi Hall in Heilang Village, Jiao Chong, the head of the family, and more than a dozen bandit leaders were sitting around the Eight Immortals Table.

Although the ordinary bandits were almost starved of food, they could still see meat on the tables of their bosses, but it was just a plate of pheasant meat.

"Why don't you eat?"

Seeing the leaders surrounding the table without moving their chopsticks, Jiao Chong looked around and asked.

Everyone looked at the only plate of pheasant meat on the table, and they all had something in their hearts, so they didn't have the heart to eat.

"The head of the family, such a small plate of meat is not enough to fit between the teeth, how can it be enough for so many of us brothers." A bandit leader said dissatisfied.

"Old Wang, are you greedy for everything? I remember we just got a batch of things back a few days ago. Why is there only one plate of meat today?" A leader turned his attention to one of the managers. head of supplies.

"What the hell are you talking about? Say it again. Believe it or not, I'll screw your head off!" The leader who manages the logistical supplies immediately became enraged when he heard this, and stood up abruptly.

Originally, due to the excessive search in the surrounding villages, the food and meat were reduced, and the logistics supplies were not easy to manage. Now that they were misunderstood, the leader was also full of grievances.

"I just said what, why are you so angry, do you have a ghost in your heart?" The boss confronted him tit for tat.

"Damn it, I!" said the head of the logistics management and was about to draw his gun.

"What are you doing, trying to rebel?!"

Seeing that the two of them were about to perform martial arts at the dinner table, Jiao Chong, the head of the family, couldn't stand it anymore, and slapped the table with his hand, causing the bowl and chopsticks to jump violently.

"Sit down for me, I've gotten a lot out of going out recently, it's not like you don't know, what are you yelling about here, get out if you don't eat!"

Seeing that the head of the family was anxious and angry, the bandit leaders all died down one after another, but everyone's faces were not good-looking.

"The head of the family, the brothers under my hand have already complained to me that they don't have enough to eat. If the brothers don't have enough to eat, it's not easy to take care of it."

"That's right, the head of the family, it's not an option to go on like this. Today we still have such a plate of pheasant meat, but tomorrow we won't be able to open the pot."

These leaders all spoke one after another, expressing their dissatisfaction with the current food.

"We agreed to eat meat and drink heavily at the beginning, but now that the meat is almost gone, I think we should break up..." A leader also said dissatisfied.

After hearing the leader's words, Jiao Chong, the head of the family, suddenly darkened: "Want to leave?"

Seeing the heavy-faced Big Leader Jiao Chong, the leader knew that he had said something wrong, and hurriedly explained: "Big Leader, I don't mean that, I mean that several brothers under him have already escaped, if If we can't solve the current predicament, our Heilang Village will be in danger."

Text Chapter 220 Eighth Old Nine’s Information

The more than a dozen villages under the control of Heilangzhai could no longer squeeze food. Facing the increasingly difficult life, these bandit leaders were worried.

"Bosses, I heard that life in Luowangzhai is good, why don't we take them away?"

Facing the silent crowd, a bandit leader made a suggestion after thinking about it.

After hearing the bandit leader's suggestion, the eyes of the rest of the people lit up one after another, cursing themselves for not thinking of this level.

They are bandits with more than 300 horses. Since they can't get supplies from the local village, can the living be suffocated to death by urine?

"I think it's okay. Last time the people from Luowangzhai crossed the border and robbed one of our villages. They haven't settled yet. This time, they just got rid of them and snatched their territory." A bandit leader immediately agreed.

"I think we still have to be cautious about this matter. There are more than 200 people in Luowangzhai. Although they are fewer than us, I heard that they bought two mortars from the rout soldiers. That's not a joke. of."

Although some people suggested that another bandit den be taken away, some bandit leaders expressed concern and thought it was still prudent.

"I don't agree with attacking Luowangzhai either. Leaving aside the opponent's two mortars, even if there were no mortars, I'm afraid we would lose both."

A bandit leader looked around and said, "Let's not snipe and clam compete for the fisherman's profit when the time comes, and the surrounding villages are not good things. We will definitely come up to pick up bargains then."

"But if we don't find food as soon as possible, the brothers will have to drink the northwest wind." A bandit leader yelled.

Facing the noisy crowd, Jiao Chong, the head of the Black Wolf Village, also frowned and did not speak. He was weighing the pros and cons.

Now there is not much food in the stockade, and it won't last for a few days. If this continues without finding new supplies, the stockade may really be disbanded.

Jiao Chong, the head of the family, managed to pull together such a group of people. He hadn't enjoyed the good times for a few days, so how could he be willing to break up like this.

But in this mountain area, the land is barren and there are many bandits around, so it is really not easy to find food.

"Master, brothers, I'm back."

While everyone was discussing how to get food around the dining table, a sturdy bandit with two box cannons on his waist came in from the outside with figure eight steps.

Seeing this bandit exuding a fierce aura, everyone stood up and greeted him with smiles: "It turns out that the ninth brother is back, have you eaten, please take a seat quickly."

The bandit who came back this time is also one of the bandit leaders in Heilangzhai, ranking ninth. This time, he was in charge of purchasing salt and ammunition outside the mountain.

"Is it okay to go out this time?"

Looking at the dusty Lao Jiu, as soon as Lao Jiu took his seat, the rest of the bandits all asked with concern.

After taking his seat, the old nine also told the truth: "This time I am ashamed of the great trust of the master and the brothers. The little devil has sealed it tightly. This time I only bought two thousand catties of salt and one thousand rounds of rifle bullets and eight hundred rounds of machine gun bullets. ..."

Although they are bandits, they also do business. They transport salt and other things from outside to the mountains and sell them to other villages, which can save a lot of money.

But this time when they heard that they got back two thousand catties of salt, all the leaders felt that it was too little, and they couldn't sell much if they wanted to sell it for money.

"Ninth brother has worked hard, come here, bring two jars of wine we got back last time, and clean up our ninth brother."

As the saying goes, there is hard work without credit, and it is not easy to take huge risks to get these things outside the mountain. Jiao Chong, the head of the family, immediately smiled and gave instructions to the people below.

Soon, some bandits brought up several jars of old wine, and when the mud seal was slapped away, a scent of wine permeated the air.

The bandit leaders each had a bowl, and with the collision of the wine bowls, the atmosphere in the room became active again as the wine drank.

Lao Jiu, who had been out of the mountain for a trip, narrated what he had seen and heard along the way while drinking, and the leaders all cried out for danger.

And when Lao Jiu asked about the recent situation of the cottage, the bandit leaders also told the truth,

"Our village is running out of food?"

Hearing that the stock of food in the stockade had bottomed out, Lao Jiu was also taken aback. He remembered that when he left, there was a mountain of food and drink, and it took more than a month to bottom out.

"We have so many mouths to eat in our village, and we have not gone out these days, no matter how much we eat, we will eat up all the food for a day. We are trying to find a way to get it. You just came back and rested for a few days. Don't worry about the food. .”

Jiao Chong, the head of the family, didn't blame the waste and poor management, but just vaguely stated a reason.

"Master, if you say this, you will be offended. We promised to have the same blessings and share the same hardships. Now that the village is in trouble, how can I stand by and watch?" Lao Jiu hurriedly waved his hands.