Lin Fan was persuaded by them and no longer asked himself to lead the team, but handed over the matter to An Ning.

After agreeing, Lin Fan asked them to select twenty sturdy soldiers from the Inspection Division and began to prepare for training.

In addition, he will also lead the rest of the people with Zhang Yanji and Yang Peng to be stationed at the foot of Shuanglongling Mountain, making the appearance of attacking the mountain to attract the attention of the bandits.

After making a good posture, he took Zhou Bo Anning and others to quietly touch the back mountain to observe the situation.

"The entrance to the cave is there, but it's blocked by the bandits with stones and some grass and trees, so you can't see it here!" Zhou Bo pointed to a place on the mountain and said.

Following the direction of Zhou Bo's finger, Lin Fan and the others looked up.

There are some shrubs in the place where Zhou Bo is pointing, which makes people can't see it really. But according to Zhou Bo, on this steep cliff, the grass, trees and stones here do seem a little abrupt, and they look a little different from other places, as if they are deliberately dressed like this.

"What the hell is going on there, do you know about it?" Lin Fan asked Uncle Zhou.

Zhou Bo shook his head and said with some sadness: "Since this place was occupied by bandits, I have never been here again." Especially after Yuanzhi's father and mother had an accident, I rarely even entered the mountain, so many years have passed, what is the situation inside, what has changed, I really don't know. ”

Although Zhou Bo said that he didn't care about revenge anymore, it could be heard from his words that he was not so relieved.

Otherwise, as a medicine farmer, he would not even enter the mountain, only because the mountain is a sad place for him, so he will not be willing to come in.

And from the resentment in his tone, it can also be known that this kind of hatred can be said to be deep in the bone marrow, but there has been no hope of revenge for so many years, so Zhou Bo had to let himself see it.

Lin Fan didn't know how to persuade him, and if persuasion was useful, where would there be so much hatred in the world? He can only use actions and results to prove that he can help Zhou Bo take revenge.

Seeing that the mountain here was so steep, and he was not familiar with the situation inside, even Lin Fan was a little hesitant now, not knowing whether to continue this plan.

You must know that although the cliff here is not a cliff, it is not easy to climb all the way to the entrance of the cave from below, and the danger is definitely not small, and after so many years, any change may happen.

In the end, he still handed over the decision to An Ning, and he turned back to An Ning behind him and said, "How is it?" Are you sure? If it doesn't work, let's find another way, I can't let my brothers die in vain! ”

An Ning thought for a moment, it would be fine if he went up alone, but he was not so sure about the other soldiers.

However, he still said: "Don't worry, my lord, I have confidence in my brothers!"

"Well, in that case, without further ado, the time will be set for tomorrow night."

"The longer the delay, the easier it will be for them to find out, and we won't have any more time. In any case, it's a matter of success or failure! Seeing that An Ning thought he was sure, Lin Fan made up his mind.

At the same time, inside the cave of Shuanglongling.

A middle-aged man with the appearance of a talented man came to the outside of the cave where You Jinglong lived, and shouted inside: "Big boss, someone under my command came to report just now, saying that the official army has been stationed at the bottom of the mountain!" Let me ask the third and fourth masters, what are we going to do next? ”

The You Terror Dragon inside said angrily: "What's all the fuss about, isn't it just a few hundred people, what's the big deal?"

"That Lin Fan in the official mansion is just a yellow-mouthed child who has not dried up, and he scared them into this bird-like picture, it's really fucking unplanted! No wonder I even threw away the cottage and came here to join Lao Tzu! ”

"You go and tell them to fuck, just let them put their hearts in their stomachs, not to mention that with the hundreds of people at the bottom of the mountain, even if it doubles again, in my Shuanglong Ridge, there will be no waves! Hurry up and get out, don't fucking disturb Lao Tzu's interest! ”

Hearing You Jinglong's anger, the middle-aged scribe secretly complained a little, and he didn't dare to touch his moldy head, so he cowered and said, "Okay, big boss!" I'll go. ”

Before he could leave, You Jinglong seemed to suddenly remember something again, and suddenly called: "Come back, you come in first!"

The middle-aged scribe didn't dare to ask more questions and entered the cave. But in addition to the dragon, there is also a woman in the cave.

Sweating profusely, the dragon was violently inflicting violence on the woman.

The woman's originally fair body was covered with bruises and bruises, but she was numb to bear it. She stared blankly at the stone wall at the top of the cave, and even the middle-aged scribe didn't react when he came in, but subconsciously wanted to dodge in her eyes.

It turned out that You Jinglong had just been interrupted by someone, no wonder he was so angry. The middle-aged scribe just glanced at it casually, and hurriedly lowered his head and didn't dare to look at it again.

This woman is the beloved of the big boss, it can be said that she is his forbidden body, and naturally she cannot be touched by others.

Although the big boss doesn't seem to care about it now, if he doesn't know how to advance or retreat, I'm afraid he will inevitably be settled by the queen. He has been in this bandit's den for so long, if he couldn't even see through this, he would have died long ago, let alone be able to become a military advisor.

You Jinglong didn't speak, and the middle-aged scribe could only wait there.

After another tea time, after You Jinglong was done, he didn't put on any clothes, and just sat on the stone bed naked. He asked the middle-aged scribe with a grin: "Strategist, have you read the letter sent by Wang Yunye?"

The middle-aged scribe didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly replied: "I have already sent the letter to the second master!"

You Jinglong hummed in satisfaction, "Hmm! After reading it, what did the second master say? ”

"The second master said, just be in charge of this matter, he listens to you." The middle-aged scribe replied.

The You brothers have a very good relationship, so for their second brother, You Jinglong has always known about it, he is really not interested in these, and he has been extremely dependent on his eldest brother since he was a child, so he doesn't ask more.

In fact, the two brothers You Jinglong and You Yinglong didn't know a few words at all. What they said was just pretending to take it apart and look at it, and then they still had to let the middle-aged scribe read it to them, and if they came across some crepe words, they had to explain them one by one.

In fact, there was no military advisor in the mountain before, but after the two brothers occupied the mountain as kings, they always felt that something was missing. Later, they found out that there was a lack of a strategist who could give advice, and you see those legendary green forest heroes who gathered in the mountains and forests, and then when they were doing the way for the sky, didn't they all have a clever strategist around them?

The middle-aged scribe was not in the mountains from the beginning, he was originally a teacher in a nearby village, but he was later taken captive by them, and the lives of the whole family were in the hands of others, and he had to obey.

However, although he is a so-called military advisor, no one will listen to what he says. The You brothers regarded him as a good-looking ornament, but they just felt that what was in the story should also be there.

As for the ones who make plans, no one can do anything to them anyway, so the two brothers don't care.

So in the entire cottage, from big and small bosses to minions, almost no one takes him seriously! At best, he's just a gas bag and a microphone.

You Jinglong said: "You go and write a reply letter to Wang Yunye, and tell him that Lao Tzu will send someone to participate in his bullshit Fengtian Conference!"

The middle-aged scribe should be, and then asked cautiously: "Big master, if there is nothing else, then the small one will retire!"

You Jinglong snorted, "Let's get out!" Tell the brothers, step up your guard, even though you know that the group of miscellaneous people in the government can't get in, you can't let your guard down! ”

"Yes, I'll do it!" The middle-aged scribe withdrew.

"What a fucking bad luck!" Thinking of these recent troubles, You Jinglong cursed.

Then he didn't care about it, and when the people left, he looked at the woman with a sly smile.

After the middle-aged scribe walked out of the cave, he knew what was going on inside, and sighed in his heart.

It's just that he can't do anything about it, and being able to take more care of these poor people in secret is already the limit of what he can do.

He couldn't bear to listen and watch again, so he had to sigh and do what You Jinglong told him!

Although the news that the government was going to attack the cottage made the newcomers from other mountains tremble, the old people here in Shuanglongling were very calm.

In their own words, they are all people who have seen a big battle, and this little movement in front of them is nothing. Therefore, these people do not take the officers and soldiers outside seriously.

In addition to eating and drinking, there is also some entertainment, which is to laugh at those newcomers who are as timid as mice.

As for the words of the middle-aged scribes, they don't care about it, although this has the meaning of being a big master, but who knows if you dare to use a chicken feather as an arrow?

What's more, many thieves have long been displeased with him, don't they just know a few words, why did they climb to Lao Tzu's head? A poor talent, really fucking regards himself as a military advisor, how fucking dare to order Lao Tzu? If you annoy Lao Tzu, believe it or not, I will chop you up and feed it to the dogs!

However, after all, the middle-aged scribe is the person next to the two village owners, even if these thieves don't take him seriously, they don't dare to really treat him, at most they are addicted. Otherwise, it won't give face to the two masters, and no one can bear the anger of the two masters.

The thieves scolded and sent him away, and the middle-aged scribe had no choice but to leave in disgrace.

It's not that he hasn't gone to Brother You to report this situation, but when he finished speaking, he found that not only did the two not punish those people, but instead stared at him coldly with mocking eyes.

He broke out in a cold sweat on the spot, and from then on he knew that he only needed to be a good decoration, and he couldn't ask too much about the rest, let alone care, and only two people here could have the final say.

This Shuanglong Ridge is naturally happy for the bandits, but for the nearby people and the women who were captured by them, it is like purgatory.

Thinking of all the things that have happened since he went up the mountain, Li Qingshan was a little self-deprecating.

In vain, he has read the books of sages for so many years, and now not only has it become a delusion to cultivate Qi Zhiping, but even being good to himself is an extravagant hope.

So many tragic things happened in front of him, but he could only stand by and watch, and he really read all the books into the dog's stomach, and he was ashamed of the sages of the past generations.

It's not that he hasn't thought about ending himself, but if he dies, what will happen to his wife and children?

When the time comes, without themselves, in this bandit's den, their situation will definitely be miserable!

And as long as they live, these bandits will at least not do anything to them. For the sake of his wife and children, he can only let himself live with grievances.

Li Qingshan thought about this, and didn't know when he returned to the place where he lived.

He didn't want this to affect his family, he shook his head, kicked out all the thoughts in his head, and stepped into the house with a smile on his face.