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After sleeping for an hour, Zhong Lin woke up at the call of Xiao Shitou. He shook his head and dazed for a while. The two set off again, took a detour and returned to the main road.

There were still refugees on the road, but this time Zhong Lin smeared some tree sap on the meat bags to cover the smell.

The effect was also very good. No more refugees robbed him on the road.

About two hours later, he finally came to the hilltop that the middle-aged man mentioned. Compared with the two hilltops he had climbed before, it was taller and could hide people.

Zhong Lin cheered up, put the bow and arrow in the most convenient position, and started climbing the mountain step by step with the wheelbarrow.

"The bandits are coming."

"Run, run."

Shouts came from the front, and then many people were seen running down from the top of the mountain. You pushed and shoved each other, causing a great commotion. Some people even fell down and rolled down the hillside, or hit a big tree, or rolled all the way down.

Zhong Lin's face changed, and he threw the wheelbarrow in his hand to the side and grabbed the bow and arrow in his hand.

Little Stone also jumped off the wheelbarrow, holding the bag of food tightly in his arms.

Fortunately, the bacon in the bag had mostly gone down after the past few days of eating, and there was not much left, otherwise Little Stone would not be able to hold it.

"Let's go."

Zhong Lin turned and ran towards the dense forest on the left, and Little Stone followed closely with gritted teeth.

Children of the poor have to take care of themselves early. Little Stone, who is "accustomed to life and death", knows that crying can't solve the problem. The only thing he can do is not to hinder his second brother.

After a while, the two entered the dense forest and hid behind a big tree, watching the refugees running away in the distance.

Zhong Lin frowned and whispered, "Shitou, hide well, I'll go out and take a look."

"Second... Second brother, be careful."

Little Stone's eyes flashed with fear, but he still nodded heavily.

Zhong Lin looked at Little Stone, who was obviously five or six years old, and might have just started elementary school or kindergarten in his previous life, and a touch of pity flashed in his eyes, and he reached out and touched his head.

"Don't worry, my second brother will be fine. Wait for me here and don't go out."

After saying that, he quickly left the dense forest. He needed to find out what was going on in the mountain. This road was the only way to Heishan County. If he took a detour, he didn't know how long it would take and what dangers there would be, so he had to find out clearly.

"Stop."

Zhong Lin grabbed a refugee who was running down the mountain and raised the hatchet in his hand and put it directly on his neck.

"Good... spare my life."

The refugee was also frightened by Zhong Lin's sudden appearance. He thought that the bandits on the mountain had chased him down. He knelt on the ground with a plop, and a smell of urine came from his crotch.

"I have an 80-year-old mother above me and a crying child below me. Please spare my life."

Zhong Lin's face turned black. Such a familiar line.

"Shut up, what do you say when I ask you? How many bandits are there in the mountain?"

The man was also stunned by Zhong Lin's question, but after feeling the coldness of the hatchet on his neck, he quickly said: "I don't know either. Those bandits are hiding in the woods on the mountain and asked all of us to leave money for passage. If we don't, they will run out and kill people. I was too scared, so I ran away."

"Fuck, get out!"

"Hey, hey, hey, thank you, my good man, thank you, my good man."

Zhong Lin used the same method to bring some other refugees. The information he learned from them was basically the same. He only knew that there were bandits on the mountain, but he didn't know how many there were.

"Trouble."

Zhong Lin's face was a little gloomy.

Although the hill in front of him was not the only way to Heishan County, he didn't know what he would experience if he wanted to take a detour. He might encounter more bandits, so under the premise that there was no other safe route, this one in front of him was the best choice.

Just as Zhong Lin was thinking, many refugees at the foot of the mountain actually gathered together.

"Is it them?"

Zhong Lin's eyes lit up, as if he had thought of something. He quickly returned to the dense forest, took the small stone in his arms and ran over.

...

"Zhaizhu Zhang, have you thought it through?"

The speaker was the middle-aged man who had invited Zhong Lin before, Zhu Jie from Zhujia Town. At this time, dozens of ox carts gathered on the open ground, and the owners of these ox carts were gathered together to discuss countermeasures.

Zhaizhu Zhang said solemnly: "The group of bandits on the mountain are actually a group of mobs gathered together to be bandits. They know that this mountain is the only way to Heishan County, so they blocked here to rob. Although they are all a group of rabble, with our size, even if we break through, we will suffer heavy losses."

"This is not simple. If they can gather mobs, then we can also gather refugees. As long as we can gather these refugees to attack the top, we can take the opportunity to pass through." Zhu Jie said casually.

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If Zhong Lin heard this, he would be glad that he did not accept this person's invitation. Gathering refugees and attacking the bandits is simply to use refugees as cannon fodder. This person spoke so casually, which shows his viciousness.

"I agree with Brother Zhu's method."

"Not bad."

"I agree too."

An old man stood up, looked around at everyone and said, "We can talk to the leader of the bandits first. If the money he asks for is not much, we can talk. If the negotiation fails, we can force our way in."

Several people looked at each other and nodded. They should use courtesy first and then force. It is better not to use the blade if possible. After all, swords have no eyes.

Several people discussed the details again, and then they began to gather refugees and led them to the top of the mountain again.

Zhong Lin followed the crowd with a small stone on his back, without making any noise, and kept observing the surroundings with his eyes, ready to fight and escape at any time.

Soon they reached the top of the mountain, and Zhu Jie stepped forward and bowed and said loudly: "Who is the boss? Come out and have a chat."

After a while, a black-faced man walked out of the forest. This man was full of beard, strong and strong, and had a fierce look on his face. He looked like a bad guy.

"I am the mountain tiger, and I will fart if I have anything to say."

The voice was full of a savage and fierce taste, shocking the forest.

"Meet the mountain tiger master, we are just refugees, and I hope you can show us mercy and let us go. Here are the three hundred big coins we have collected to give to you for tea."

Zhu Jie lowered his eyebrows and looked obedient, without any of the viciousness of the idea of ​​using refugees as cannon fodder.

The bandit leader sneered: "Humph! You want to send me away for three hundred coins? Are you sending a beggar? Even if I agree, my brothers behind me will not agree, right? Brothers."

"Yes! Sending a beggar away?"

"Only three hundred coins are not enough for you brothers to drink."

"You are looking down on us!"

For a while, the bandits screamed and uttered all kinds of dirty words.