Under the cover of night, Cliff Mountain is like a man-eating beast lurking in the dark.

Even though it was late at night, there was still a little fire on the top of the mountain, and the arrogant noise could be heard clearly from two or three miles away.

Cliff Mountain is not the highest mountain in the vicinity, but it is the most peculiar.

The whole mountain seems to emerge out of thin air, and the mountain is made of large rocks with only one main road up the mountain, and is surrounded by almost vertical exposed rock walls.

There is no so-called peak in Cliff Mountain, the top of the mountain is flat and neat, as if it was cut by the gods, and it was broken from the middle, which is very weird, and it is also the origin of the name of Cliff Mountain.

It is precisely because of such a unique terrain that this stone mountain is favored by bandits, and since 100 years ago, the bandits on the cliff mountain have changed one stubble after another, and they have never been cut off.

Now, the person who sits on the top spot on the cliff mountain is Fang Dayong, who is known as the one-eyed golden eagle.

The origin of this big boss is unknown, and he is very skilled, even among the bandits, he is also known for his ruthlessness, and in just five years after coming to Cliff Mountain, he has packed up his minions and obeyed them.

"Big boss, the delivery team in Elm Bay is really as you expected, I heard that we asked for 100 taels of money to buy the road, and obediently returned the same way."

A small leader knelt down on one knee beside Fang Dayong and reported in a low voice, "I saw those men who were delivering goods, and they all wanted to do it, but they were stopped by the village chief of Yushuwan. ”

Fang Dayong's eyes flickered while holding the wine bowl, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Go down, continue to stop on the road with your brothers tomorrow, and if you meet the delivery team in Elm Bay again, it will cost 200 taels of silver."

The little leader said yes, turned his head and quietly left the noisy Juyi Hall.

The big boss is too powerful, just by his side to report the situation, the clothes on the back of the little boss are wet with sweat.

Out of the door, the little leader hurriedly walked towards his residence, and from time to time there were terrible screams in his ears, which made him subconsciously hang his head.

It was a meat ticket kidnapped from a cottage being tortured in order to ask how many families the family that issued the meat ticket had.

Since the big boss came to Cliff Mountain five years ago, the cottage has become different.

The brothers who were originally loose and scattered are now being trained to be extremely strong, and the originally chaotic cottage has now become orderly, and even the only road up the mountain, the big boss has ordered someone to build a stone wall, saying that they must beware of the encirclement and suppression of the official army.

The cottage of Cliff Mountain is thriving, and the nearby bandits have long been cleaned up by the big boss through various means.

But the little boss always feels that the smell of this cottage has changed, and it is not like the number of roads that thieves should have, and there is often a vague worry in his heart.

It's just that the little boss hasn't thought about changing anything, in this big Yan country where everyone can't eat, it's better to be a thief than to be a meat ticket, and it's better to kill people than to be killed by others.

The lights in the Juyi Hall were bright, and the one-eyed golden eagle with his bare body and thick heart hair picked up the wine bowl in his hand and shouted to the big and small leaders to drink victory!

It wasn't until the second half of the night that the bandit leaders who ate Haisai were drunk for the most part, and the one-eyed golden eagle staggered out of the Juyi Hall with the support of his personal brother.

Returning to the residence, waving away the old brother who was supporting him, the one-eyed golden eagle stood up straight, the only right eye flashed with light, and where was there still a little drunkenness on his face?

Taking advantage of the oil lamp, Fang Dayong took out a small bamboo tube, used a slight force in his hand, pinched the bamboo tube, and a two-finger-wide note fell out of it.

After carefully looking at the words written on the note, Fang Dayong looked up at the roof again and pondered for a moment, and did not burn the note according to the rules, but carefully took out a small box with a lock from the secret compartment under his bed.

Put the note into the box very solemnly, re-lock the box, and put it back in the dark compartment, Fang Dayong often breathed a sigh of relief.

After blowing out the oil lamp, Fang Dayong did not rest, but sat alone on the edge of the bed, his eyes constantly changing with indescribable meanings.

The morning sun rises, and Elm Bay is full of life again.

Unlike in the past, even during the slack season, everyone in Elm Bay got up early, and the big guys rushed to the place where they worked, and it was another day of hard work.

Everyone's face didn't have the same dish as before, and the lazy guy with unkempt hair disappeared.

Once anyone has hope for life and food and clothing are guaranteed, they will naturally pursue a higher quality of life.

In addition, the owner takes care of everything, even takes a bath once a few days, whether the hands and faces are clean or not, and whether the clothes have been washed or not, all of which make people ask, and the villagers of Yushuwan naturally try to clean up themselves neatly and neatly in order to get a hard-won good life.

The owner said that it doesn't matter if you have patches on your clothes, as long as the pulp is clean, it is also decent to wear on your body.

Now in Elm Bay is different from the past, everyone is a decent person, but you can't lose the face of the village.

What's more, the owner promised that after the textile practice was expanded again, all the newly produced cloth would be given to the big guy to make clothes, what is called corporate welfare, and the big guy will naturally be obedient.

In the noisy early morning, no one noticed that the guards who had practiced martial arts in the open space next to the village did not appear, and even the young offspring of the hunting party did not know where they had gone.

For ordinary villagers, today is just an ordinary day as usual.

In the woods not far from Elm Bay, the members of the guard and the descendants of the hunting party held winding crossbows and scattered into a circle, their eyes vigilantly guarding the center of the circle.

And in the center of the circle, Song San'er spread out a boxy cloth on the ground, and the topographic map of the cliff mountain was drawn on the cloth!

This map is extremely delicately drawn, not to mention the stone wall that blocks the only way up the mountain on Cliff Mountain, and even the warehouses, houses, and dungeons on the top of the mountain are clearly marked!

This thing is obviously not something that can be obtained in a hurry, Zhao Hengyi's eyes were full of brilliance, his brother really regarded Dangyang County as a nest and a back road to operate!

"This cliff mountain is easy to defend and difficult to attack, and the bandit leader one-eyed golden eagle is also a capable character, we want to smash the Yellow Dragon, it seems to be a little difficult!"

Although Zhao Hengyi said something a little dejected, his expression was extremely relaxed, and even with a hint of ridicule, "It's just that we have gathered so many elites of the Xuanzi Battalion and the descendants trained by the uncle himself, if we pick soft persimmons and pinch them, it will be a waste of our ability!" ”

Song San, who provided the map, still had the same smiling and friendly appearance, sitting on the stone next to him without saying a word, just carefully looking at the expressions of the people around him, like a bystander, and also like the examiner of a certain exam.