"Let go of me! Let me go! I have no grievances with you, why do you want to harm me! ”

The bandit leader Walcott looked at Wu Ditan, who was pressed by his subordinates in front of him and couldn't move, but also resisted loudly, but his thoughts seemed to fly to more than ten years ago. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Info himself at that time also shouted "no grievances" - even more naïve, he also shouted to the bandits, "Dad said: 'Only the most unseeded man bullies a child'", although it was useless.

At that time, he and his mother fled the war from north to south, but they were separated at a ferry crossing on the border of the Duchy of Rohrluli. He carried his bags alone and headed south to the city of Kazaran, where his mother had told him.

But on such a mountain road with the same location, different direction and time, he encountered the cut path of the bandits. The bandits didn't take his life, let alone sell him outside to be a military slave, but they also robbed him of his entrapment and made it impossible for him to go further south......

From then on, he also became a newcomer struggling at the bottom, and little by little he deviated, little by little he degenerated into the same group of people he once feared and trembled—he didn't want to do it, he just had no choice.

The light of the fire illuminated their clothing, thin and rudimentary. Wu Ditan looked at them, and quickly understood that it was useless to talk about no grievances and no revenge here—he had already had another plan, but it was still brewing.

"What should I do if someone is caught?"

"Pull it back." Wocott pulled away from the memories, "That fat man will like it." Wait, didn't he just take something to us on? That's a funny thing, we can strip him naked and give it to the fat man. As for the store, we'll give him a few dollars and let him slap him a few times. ”

"Stupid." Wu Ditan suddenly looked at each other coldly, "You proletarians will always be the crumbs that oppress others and lick your feet for the landlord, so you can only gnaw the mud at the bottom of this pit forever, and you will never be able to get out!" ”

This is kind of impartial, and it just weighs on the knot in Waccott's heart...... I saw him kick Wu Ditan, who had his hands tied behind his back, and scolded: "What do you know? You'll soon become a yellow-skinned dog gnawing on the mud at the bottom of the pit, never able to break out! ”

"I'm trying to teach you how to climb out!" Wu Ditan lowered his voice and suppressed his anger - those little minions were unloading his backpack, and a few dirty hands were touching his body, which really wanted to stir up his liver fire.

"Climb out?" Walkot played with Wu Ditan's flashlight, smiling and silent while sighing in amazement. "You just want us to let you go, and then you find us some little rich and expensive, or even let your people clean us up."

Wu Ditan shook his head. Of course, he didn't think so, he sincerely regarded these "lumpenproletarians" as his hope for a comeback.

"We can't cure a penny of rotten lives!" Walkot smirked and kicked him again, "Besides, we're the ones working for the two masters, Lord Pocha and General Muntaki, and we'll be glad to hear that we've got you." We'll be able to climb out of the mud pit you said, and how capable can you be, stranger? ”

Wu Ditan was silent. If you want to say that the fulcrum that can leverage the status quo of forces in the surrounding area of Port Larode, it is that he and the "stunning beauty" Zhao Jiayin are undoubted. And now Zhao Jiayin is still on the run. Therefore, before Zhao Jiayin was "caught", he was undoubtedly the most valuable target.

They can sell themselves to become a member of the regular army to receive the "national meal", they can even lead a small army, they can be given some names that sound very imposing but do not actually have any real benefits, and if they are lucky, they can even get a small sum of money - all of this, Wu Ditan can guess with his toes. It is impossible for them to climb out of the bottom of this "cannibalistic society", and these benefits are nothing more than the waste newspapers sent down by the rentier class above to decorate the muddy caves.

Of course, Wu Ditan has the confidence to lead this group of gangsters to open up a "revolutionary cause in the Bahivita Continent". But the premise is, what do they use to strip themselves of the benefits less than the benefits of believing in themselves? In Anerji Village, he can still use flickering to make the villagers generate a "primitive worship" of them, what can he come up with here? What could they get out of it be bigger than what they had given themselves to their lord? The rentier class is paid for scrapping newspapers, but can they take out scrap newspapers themselves?

Thinking of this, Wu Ditan stopped talking, he looked at the starry sky here and was silent: he dedicated his life to the proletariat, and finally even used his life as a ladder to seek truth from another world, but in the end he was planted in the hands of the proletariat in another world......

"Is there anything else you'd like to say?"

"Listen." Wu Ditan's eyes revealed a hint of despair, "I don't know where that girl is, I'm also looking for her." Your handing me over to the lord and to anyone is only the beginning of the disaster, not the end. I can give you everything and let me go......"

"He seems to be telling the truth." One of the thugs caught the desperation in his eyes, "Boss, a pair of strangers who have fled here, we have never seen them in clothes and utensils, they are ......"

"The Devil of the Other World." Together, Walcott and he read out the name of the trembling rumor. On the continent of Elta, rumors have spread far and wide about the swarming demons behind the Holy Portal, dressed in strange costumes and using non-magical demonic weapons, to uproot the power of the Church from all over the continent, and this is no exception.

"Oh, that makes sense." Waccott's eyes rolled again, "A traitor from another world, who fled here to escape the pursuit of his kind on the continent of Elta. Am I right? ”

Walcott's brain is very clever - this is the only way he can be promoted from the bottom of the gangster to the head of the gangster in more than ten years. He looked at Wu Ditan with his head down and didn't say a word, and he understood a little.

"Strip him naked." The first half of his sentence made Wu Ditan's face like ashes, but the second half of the sentence made him feel like a new life. "Boy, you're right, we're going to get in trouble if we catch him. So we let him go, and just treat it as an ordinary cut. ”

"But his value ......" There are gangsters who have not yet woken up from the gap between the rich and the rich, but his ignorant questions are quickly dispersed by Walcott.

"Value? Listen, the church can be defeated by them, and if we can escape, where will the people of another world flee to destroy him and us, he is the scourge of the stars, do you understand? Even if he gave us a gift for free, we couldn't ask for it, we had to choose to let him go! I can't even kill him, God knows who will betray me and tell the people of another world after I make this decision! Bah, damn it! ”

"What about Lord Pocha's new favorite concubine?"

"The farther away the better!" Walkot's cold sweat was about to come out. This lord Bocha is really big-hearted, and for the sake of his own life for the sake of the lower half of his body, he doesn't want his own country or even other people's kingdoms. "Forget it, don't even strip naked, it's really unlucky! Take that bag away from him, and we'll get out of it right away!" ”

With Wocott's order, several bandits immediately returned to their gangster form, took Wu Ditan's backpack and disappeared around the corner of the mountain road in a few steps, leaving only a stunned Wu Ditan with his hands tied behind his back.

He is still alive, and he has not been handed over to the local Haoqiang, so he can only say that he doesn't know anything under torture...... Wu Ditan first moved himself to the edge of the mountain rock in ecstasy, and then when the rope touched the mountain rock, his heart suddenly cooled.

His backpack was gone, and the backpack, which could be half a head taller than himself, was snatched away. He was grinding the rope and wondering what was there—every thought of it made him feel three points worse.

Sleeping bags, water purification tablets, small generators, ignition sticks, walkie-talkies (and Zhao Jiayin's search and contact methods are gone), trekking poles, picnic pots...... Wu Ditan hadn't finished thinking about it when he broke the rope and walked north, and by the time he went through the list, the east had already revealed a little white of the fish's belly.

He hadn't slept at all—no sleeping bags, no insect repellent spray, and a small campfire, so how could he convince himself to sleep in the middle of nowhere?

Wobbly, he pulled out the last few gold and silver coins that he had on his body, and walked into a small hotel in the village below the mountain. After encountering such a big twist and turn, only a sleep can soothe his body and mind.

At the same time, Zhao Jiayin's front foot had just left this small hotel. The wanted notice posted in front of the village hotel made her sweat like rain, but she also understood why Wu Ditan asked her to run fast - she still slept all night in this place at the cost of a box of matches! Isn't this looking for death?

Unconsciously, Zhao Jiayin quickened his pace. The innkeeper had seen the matches, and knew that the sellers had come from the harbor in the direct territory of the Duchy of Rolluli. In other words, as long as she can reach the direct territory of the Duchy of Ralluli, she can touch the cargo ship back to Elta, and then find a chance to infiltrate Elta, she has no choice but to continue north.

She would rather be handcuffed by the military police of the "dictatorship Elta" or the "Second Communist" than be put in the cage of the golden bird by the "Lord Pocha...... There is no doubt about it. Although falling into the "palms" of the former may die, in the eyes of an arrogant "revolutionary" like her, it is better to die for the revolution than to fall into the hands of the feudal aristocracy and be raised as a plaything with only physical value......

It's just that she doesn't have a map in her hand at all, let alone general information about the places along the road. Such an expedition was doomed to failure - all the more so that she was alone, and no one but herself could help.