A deserted village about 50 kilometres from the small town of Castilleto has been displaced by the war and has fled to the big city of Catania in order to survive.

This deserted village is uninhabited, but it is a beautiful village with Sicily's famous Mount Etna to the east.

Two carts drove slowly into the village laden with food, followed by thirty or so men on horseback, reins in one hand and spears on their shoulders in the other.

The leader was a handsome young man with long hair, and his name was Salvador Giriano.

It is also the leader of this group of bandits, leading them to rob homes and houses, punish the strong and help the weak, rob the rich and help the poor.

Moreover, Giliano did not consider himself a bandit, he preferred to call himself a hero, and his own team a guerrilla!

During the year, they often moved around Catania, plundering the rich and giving to the poor.

Although he had a high prestige among the commoners, Gilliano did not mingle with the commoners, because in his heart, it was his duty to help the poor, and he did not take their gratitude to Dade to heart.

Giliano was an idealist who was not obsessed with power or wealth. It is very plump conceived in the grand blueprint, but it is a pity that his pattern is not large.

I only thought about how to help the poor with my own hands and feet, but I didn't think about how to change the lives of the poor.

Otherwise, he would not be a guerrilla, but would use his prestige and looted wealth to buy a position in the Italian government, or let the civilians he helped elect him as mayor and change the status quo in another way...

It's a pity that he didn't, and instead became a complacent idealist.

Indulge in the satisfaction of robbing the house, and gradually get lost in the compliments of the brothers.

Some time ago, he heard in the city that someone was buying food in large quantities, and he became ill-intentioned.

Later, it was reported that all the food was transported to the dock in the small town of Casticuto, and then transported to Tunisia.

Don't these people who sell smuggled food know that there is a food shortage in Sicily? They send food to Tunisia to make a fortune, what about the poor? What do they eat?

This is the inherent thinking of Gilliano, who does not understand economics and trade, and does not know that the poor simply cannot afford to buy this food, and that the poor can only afford cheap bread and spoiled sausages that are sold at a low price.

He heard from his brother that a mint-flavored cigarette had appeared in Catania, which was very expensive to sell, costing 10 lira for a pack. And the factory that makes cigarettes is in the small town of Casticuto!

This made Giliano even more angry, and vowed to rectify the hidden capitalists in this town, and let him know that it was powerful!

But he didn't know that Sicilian cigarettes were also available at a low price, only 4 lira for a pack.

Even if he knew, he would ignore it, and this was Giriano's thinking.

"Boss, this car is distributed to the poor, and it will definitely make them happy this winter."

Giriano frowned and said, "I've said it many times, don't call me boss, we're not a mafia." We are a righteous guerrilla, you have to call me Boss. ”

"Boss, the brothers are hungry, can you let the brothers have a full meal, wait for a night's rest, and then distribute the food to the poor people in the neighborhood tomorrow?"

"No problem, let everyone fill their stomachs, and we'll do another vote in a few days."

"Okay!"

Gilliano led the horse to the stable, and came out to watch everyone busy cooking on the fire, and for a moment the satisfaction overflowed.

When he had filled his stomach, he went back to his room to rest.

Outside, the brothers patrolled and stood guard, and a few people gathered together to discuss something.

"What to do? So much food, just like that, to the poor, we don't get anything! ”

"In the past, we would get a little money with Gilliano, but now it's either tattered clothes, or moldy food, and finally we can get two truckloads of food, and he wants to give it to the poor for free..."

"What are we following him for? Don't you just want to live a good life, but look at what kind of donkey life you're living now! ”

"Gilliano is too idealistic, he doesn't know what we want, and if you follow him, you will not only be punished, but also wanted by the government!"

"Now, we have a high probability of offending the mafia."

One tilted his head and said, "Giriano doesn't know they're mafia? ”

"I told him, but he didn't care, he didn't know how terrible the mafia was! I had thought that I would part ways with him when this vote was done, and now it's time for you to make a choice. ”

Several people looked at each other, and one tilted his head and asked, "What should we do?" ”

"Truth be told, Giliano is a good guy and we can't do perfidy. So, the best outcome is to hide two truckloads of food and sell it on the black market, and when we get the money, we will enter the city and live again. ”

Several people thought about it for a long time, and finally one patted his leg, "I want to live a good life again, and I don't want to wander around." ”

"Me too."

--

Sea view room.

Russell sat in the courtyard smoking a cigar.

At the door, a car stopped.

Felisto opened the door and got out of the car, and ran quickly to report: "Godfather, the man has been found." ”

"Where?"

"A deserted village fifty-eight kilometres from the town."

"How did you find out?"

"One of my men was a former hunter who he found along car tire prints and horseshoe prints, horse manure. At that time, he and the two people only dared to check outside the village, and did not dare to go in to startle the snakes. But it was confirmed that it was the bandits. ”

Russell nodded, got up and said, "Let's go, go meet them." ”

"Okay."

Felisto drove Russell to the deserted village.

At the same time, his men, as well as those of Oriyatu and Nivino, also rushed over by car or horseback.

With the current traffic, it takes 58 kilometers an hour and 20 minutes to reach the deserted village.

At this moment, it was already half past three in the morning.

It's only been eight hours since two truckloads of food were robbed.

The car did not enter the village, and when Russell got out of the car, he saw hundreds of people standing around.

Oriatu and Nevino came to Russell.

"The Godfather."

Russell nodded: "Since they are all here, then fence the village and don't let anyone go, understand?" ”

"Yes!"

Oriyatu and Nivino beckoned, and they quickly surrounded the village.

Russell took Felistto and his men and walked slowly into the village.

The sand and gravel on the ground rattled, and the stars in the night sky seemed to be much brighter.

From afar, Russell saw the light of a fire burning in front of him.

He didn't expect these bandits to be so arrogant.

Not only did he not run away, but he returned to the stronghold and stationed down.

I really didn't take him seriously.

This made Russell wonder if his style of doing things was too gentle?

So much so that the bandits of Sicily treated him as a soft persimmon.