"Beat, beat, beat—rob! Hand over all your valuables!"

Li Chang'an looked at the bandit in front of him, who was dressed in rags and starving to the bone, and fell into deep thought.

"No, are all the people from the Lüliang Mountains this brave?"

"One person robbed two thousand of our men?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Xianzong fell silent for a moment. He looked at the two thousand elite soldiers behind him, then at the bandit in front of him holding a wooden stick, and for a moment he couldn't quite make sense of it.

Even if the Ming army is incompetent, it shouldn't be so bad that an old man would dare to run out and rob them.

Eagle Eye, seeing that they remained silent, grew somewhat angry. Holding a wooden fork, he pointed at the white-clad man at the head of the group and shouted, "This road is mine, this tree is mine. If you want to pass, leave your toll!"

"I am from Pig Cage Mountain Village. You'd better not resist and hand over your money obediently, or you'll suffer the consequences."

Hawkeye always stutters when he's nervous, but since Ah Xing, who's usually quick-witted, didn't come down and the other brothers didn't show up either, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and stand in front to stop these fat sheep.

You should know that it has been a long time since so many people have come to the Lüliang Mountains. The last time so many people came was when government troops came to suppress bandits.

Thinking about this, he suddenly felt a little strange. Why did the group of people in front of him look more and more like the soldiers who had been sent to suppress bandits last time?

Hmm... no, these people shouldn't be soldiers. Soldiers' equipment is nowhere near as good as theirs.

With this in mind, Hawkeye felt much more at ease.