The next day, all the robbers gathered in the central square of the town.

After a full day of searching and sweeping, they basically turned the town upside down, but their harvest did not live up to expectations.

There are indeed a lot of crystals at the bottom of the lake, but ninety percent of the crystals have lost all their energy, and even the remaining one percent of the crystals have very little energy, and the total is less than 60 crystals with full energy.

By this time, the robber leaders and their cronies had already prepared to evacuate, and the mess was completely lost to a group of fringe bandits.

They don't care about any uneven distribution, as long as they get their own benefits, and others only need to give them a little sweetness or a space to vent their anger, and those people still have to rely on them to survive and get rich.

After the distribution of the spoils, the leader of the robbers shouted to the crowd:

"Brothers, now we are ready to evacuate, because our harvest this time is limited, many brothers have not received benefits, I am also very sad to get such a result, but there is really no way."

After saying that, the robbers quarreled into a pot of porridge, but after a while, the scene was suppressed by the robbers' high-level and their cronies.

Then the robber leader's voice changed, and he continued:

"Everyone is here, and now whether you lure or torture, how much benefit you can get depends on your ability."

After speaking, the bandit leader made a gesture and left in the direction of the exit of the town with a hundred or so core robbers.

At this time, the square was noisy, and the remaining robbers didn't care how many brothers they lost in this attack, they only cared about their own interests, and they could only vent their anger on the prisoners because they were incapable of reasoning at the top.

Pate was very depressed, his plan had only begun and the first step went bankrupt, Kohler, a stupid man, actually joined forces with the captain of the 5th team to collude with the robbers, and now none of the two goods ended well, not even a whole corpse.

He had also thought about working with the Exploration Team 5 of the outsiders, but he eventually gave up on the idea, and he found that the outsiders here had either completely defected to the town or were brainless idiots.

Pate, whose plan failed, was not prepared to vent his anger here with these marginal bandits, so he left the town with the bandit team in front of him, feeling that it was a complete waste of his life to do such pointless things.

There were probably more than 600 people caught in the square this time, most of them were children, and the rest were old people, women, and wounded men.

Except for the prime-age and betrayal, the rest of the town's residents are basically here, and they are all separated and tied up in different areas for interrogation.

The little stones were tied among the children, and he watched as the robbers tormented the warriors of the town, but he could do nothing himself.

He couldn't figure out why there were always hateful guys who would come and ruin their peaceful lives.

At first, when they saw someone being tortured in the tribe, the children would resist, insult and cry, but it was all useless, and the robbers would start killing people when they got annoyed.

After the robbers killed a group of children, the elders had to order the children not to be silent, not to resist, and to live.

Several elders told the children that they were the hope of the tribe's future and that everything would be fine as long as they lived.

So the children now all watched in silence as the elders and warriors suffered, silently weeping, their blood-red eyes, and their hateful gazes as if to remember the faces of every executioner.

After hours of questioning to no avail, many of the robbers left the town square, but the remaining robbers came up with more brutal ways to torture them.

Several of the town's elders, who had been tortured to death, were tied to a stone pillar in the center of the square, and the robbers would ask them every ten minutes where the crystals were hidden, and if they didn't get the answers they wanted, the robbers would torture the other inhabitants in front of them, and eventually kill a few of them.

From the prime of life to women to children, the robbers pulled more and more people in front of them, no matter how much they pleaded, it was useless, and in the end they could only watch their relatives being tortured and brutally killed.

The remaining robbers actually knew that all the crystals in the town had been looted, but they were not reconciled, they couldn't accept that they had nothing to gain.

Everything they do now is to vent their anger, and this killing will not stop until they get tired of playing.

After half of the captives in the square had been killed, Little Stone was also brought to the center of the square, and he and a dozen children were pulled to the front of the old people.

They were numb, they didn't say a word, they just looked angrily at the hateful executioners.

"Where the hell are the crystals hidden?" A robber roared loudly at the elders.

But all he got was silence and pleading, and in anger, he ordered a few of his men to kill half of them, and then cut off one of the others' hands.

Just as he was about to continue the boring and cruel question, an order came from outside the square for the robbers to assemble, and the robbers were ready to evacuate.

The bandit could not survive in the wilderness without a bandit, so he had to stop his cruel game, and the robber angrily cut the necks of all the elders, and then ran to the army and left.

After the robbers left, the surviving children began to wail, they were ordered to live, so they remained silent, and the anger and sadness that had been suppressed all day filled the entire underground space at this moment.

The little stone lay motionless on the ground, his eyes were hollow, his mind was in confusion, he didn't seem to feel the pain of his broken arm at all, and he just lay quietly.

He couldn't figure it out, he couldn't figure out what these robbers were doing.

Can't people all live their lives?

A hundred years ago, the tribes that lived their lives diligently were suddenly all reduced to slavery under the oppression of the king.

Now the same is true, but the tribes that have managed to prosper have been almost slaughtered by the bandits.

Why are we always the ones who suffer?

Is there anything wrong with wanting to live a peaceful life?

He lay on the ground for an unknown amount of time, unable to think of any answers.

Suddenly, he remembered the Monkey King, remembered Nezha, and remembered those heroes.

Yes, they are all rebelling against injustice, against oppression, against fate, and that's why they can be called heroes!

Then he thought that he couldn't fall now, that he was now the only member of the expedition here, and that he was going to take them alive, and that this was the last task the leader had given him.

Thinking of this, Xiaoshi raised his head tremblingly and slowly stood up, clutching his severed arm, looking at the corpses piled up all over the square and the children crying helplessly.

He made up his mind, ready to continue to live with the children, there is always hope for survival, and now the children have no support, and he wants to become the support of these children.