After more than a month of devilish training, the bandits of the raiding regiment have changed drastically from when they first came here. If they were already qualified bandits at the beginning, now they are like characters who exist specifically to play violence.

After the devil's training and powerful forging, the effect is already very obvious. The mob now had tank-like bodies, pillar-like arms, negligible body fat, and outright muscles. It's a mess of strength!

The vain Barkley has even developed a bad habit now, and he now likes to go out and shout at everyone not to wear shirts, in the name of being close to nature, and to feel the rhythm in the air with his pores. Whenever a cute rabbit girl passes by him, this thing will kneel on the ground and pose in various poses, showing off her beautiful muscles after refining her fat, and amusing a group of thin-skinned little girls Xia Fei's cheeks, full of a sense of achievement.

In the eyes of Old Man Ao, these guys who don't know how to count etiquette are completely the younger brothers of Daliuzi, second-rate. Old man Ao has repeatedly ordered and reclaimed, but he has not been able to put an end to the pervasive display of these guys. Even if their plackets were still tightly stretched a moment ago, but in the blink of an eye, when they looked at it again, it was already wide open, and these guys shamelessly complained about the poor quality of their uniforms. Old man Ao can only sigh that he has gained knowledge, it turns out that in addition to those human noble ladies and ladies, there are men in this world who also like to cross less, and these guys can't wait to rip off their pants.

Head Cao didn't mind at all. Wild is wild, anyway, it's a poor country. The temperament of these guys, Captain Cao, who is the boss, knows too well. The more you suppress their vanity, the easier it is to backfire. They are this kind of expression, and Captain Cao can fully understand it. This is exactly what Captain Cao values, this is their personality, that is, to make these guys feel the benefits that hellish training can bring them, and they will be even more happy.

Like now, even when these guys are eating. One hand likes to weigh the stone-ground dumbbells and play with them. In disguise, they are really enjoying it. So. As long as it's not too offensive to customs, that's acceptable. Captain Cao explained to the old man that this was the true temperament of the brothers, and besides, they were all wearing pants!

The little secretary reported on the work. Head Cao also felt a little at a loss. Starving when there is no money, and swaggering when there is money, this has almost become a true portrayal of the raiding group for a long time. What's more, Commander Cao himself also knows that drizzle, wet clothes, glass of wine, and eat family belongings.

After coming to this village, I haven't done any fart work for more than a month, but I have been consuming the materials of the looting group all the time. Head Qian Cao is really not short now, the key thing is. In this realm of exile, even if you have money, you don't necessarily have a place to make it.

This is a strange fact that Captain Cao only discovered after staying here for a while, and he always thought that money was omnipotent wherever he was. But in the realm of exile, this must be changed. Money is still liked by many people here, but the most practical thing is materials. Food, for example, is a huge problem that has always existed in the Realm of Exile. If he wanted to trade, Captain Cao would have to leave his camp and walk hundreds of miles at least before he could find a large bazaar.

So in this place. The charm of money has undoubtedly been weakened a lot, even the vast majority of robbers here. The things that I want to loot more are the necessities of life such as food, especially those intelligent races whose survival skills are not so good. The people of the raiding regiment also belong to this ranks, they are more suitable to be robbers and bandits, and they are definitely not suitable for herding horses and sheep.

What made Captain Cao even more incomprehensible was that it was said that the largest trade market in the Exiled Domain was tens of thousands of miles away from the location of the raiding group's camp, almost at the mountain pass between the Exiled Domain and the Rex Empire, a sensitive location like a choke point. Elsewhere, almost all of them are small bazaars, or bartering between indigenous tribes, and the necessities of life are in short supply all year round in the Exiled Realm.

Old man Ao even joked that if this place did not have such a cruel environment and could be fed and clothed, the indigenous bandits would be at least half or less. The largest trade in the necessities of life in this place is almost always from human caravans. However, just as Captain Cao knew about them, the necessities of life in their hands were ridiculously expensive. When the heavens were not good in this place, the grain of those profiteers used to reach a transaction price that was too heavy as silver, which was even equivalent to robbing.

The human caravan group is very eloquent, they claim that they are risking their lives to do business in this place, and it is understandable that business is not easy to do, and it is understandable that it is more expensive. However, Old Man Ao scoffed at such a statement, although Old Man Ao was also born in humans, but he also admitted that there are the most scum among human beings.

Everyone knows that the merchants who come to this exiled realm to do business are all very strong guards, and no human traitor will really risk their lives to come to this place to do business. Anyone who knows that the aliens who come to this place are the most powerful guards of the human caravanserais. In particular, the caravans that wanted to pass through here to do business on the south coast of the Bimon Empire and even the Pan-American continent were even more powerful. Even the bandit groups in the Exiled Realm who are not afraid of heaven and earth rarely choose to attack the human caravanserais. Everyone knows the wealth of the human caravans, but their powerful mutual power has always been widely spread here.

What's more, the human profiteers rarely do business with the good and intelligent races of the Exiled Realm, because they don't have much money. The targets of those profiteers are almost all the bandits here. The first is that the bandit group is relatively rich, and the second is because the bandit group has no one to take care of in the exiled realm, but the stolen goods in their hands are of little significance to them, and it is not easy to make a move. And the human caravan has what these bandit groups want. Whether it's supplies, food, or women.

Some profiteers even have long-term cooperative relationships with many powerful bandit groups, and this fact makes Captain Cao feel even more incredible. These intricate entanglements of interests really do not seem to be something that the newcomer looting group can imagine.

Because of such an environment. Even Old Man Ao said frankly that if the raiding group wants to be self-sufficient, it is absolutely not feasible at the moment. Although the rabbits in the mud snail are industrious, their strength is also limited, and their cultivation is only enough for their internal consumption, as for their grazing rabbits, they are also their bargaining chips for foreign exchange. Even if they were willing to support the raiders, there was only a limit to what they could do.

Head Cao also agreed. He didn't even think about living under the patronage of the rabbit people here in Guò. When he first came here, Commander Cao had already issued a death order, no matter who in the plundering group used any excuse to encroach on the private property of his fellow rabbits, he had to ask for their own consent to even touch it. Violators will be expelled from the group and will not be tolerated.

Only with such a death order can he get along with the rabbit people in a truly friendly manner, and Qiu has not committed any crimes. The reason why the Rabbits have such a good attitude towards the raiders now is also because the raiders are not like the other natives of the Exiled Realm, who want to rob their property when they see them. In front of the rabbits, in addition to liking to whistle unscrupulously, even the old man Ao had to admit that the people of the raiding group were more polite than any gentleman. This and their boss are completely out of the same molded character. Just like the declaration of Captain Cao at the beginning, they are not afraid of evil, and they are not deceived when they are good.

As for the poor people who live here. It's also very sad, it's nothing more than two situations. Whether it is herdsmen or farmers, most of the areas where they are located belong to the territory of some large bandit groups, and if they want to survive, they have to pay protection money such as livestock or food to those bandit groups regularly in order to get a chance to live in peace, which is equivalent to using their blood and sweat to work for those bandit groups.

They can live on the relatively rich plains on both sides of the Niluo River. Almost all of them are some of the more powerful indigenous races. These powerful indigenous races will not even be provoked by those large bandit groups. An example like the mud snail secluded. It's one of a kind. And in order to let the rabbits live and work here in peace and contentment, Pierce did not sweat less, and paid a lot of effort to get back the village today.

If Commander Cao wants to be self-sufficient, he has to rely on Raul, the exclusive logistics officer of the raiding regiment, and it is not so easy to send a lot of supplies to this place.

The first and second rely on the third to fail, and one thinks about two and three succeeds. 10,000 zeros are not worth one one, and 10,000 fantasies are not worth one hard work. With so many restrictions, Captain Cao can only find a way to take his brothers out to talk about life with the indigenous bandits here, otherwise this day will be over.

Old man Ao also proposed a formal establishment yì, that is, the raiding regiment should not only be limited to the current scale. Since this plundering group has a quota of 1,000 people, then Commander Cao should try to fill this quota and make good use of it. Old Man Ao didn't mean to belittle the current three hundred warriors, he used the actual situation as an example.

In the great wilderness of the Exiled Domain, there are robbers and bandits of various intelligent races, not only those of the same vein as the Orcs, but also as many bandits and bandits of foreign races. A rough estimate shows that even if there are not thousands of gangs, there are at least eight hundred. And because this place has always been the law of the jungle, these indigenous robbers and bandits are definitely not as easy to clean up as Captain Cao imagined, but very tricky.

At the very least, the small bandit groups here tend to have a size of one or two hundred people, and five or six hundred can only be regarded as small and medium-sized. There are not a few large bandit groups with more than 2,000 people. And those bandits are also quite a few brave races, and they don't buy anything here, only if they feel that your fist is bigger than theirs, they may give you some face. Otherwise, you won't be able to talk to them about anything.

The plundering regiment is only 300 people, and no matter how strong the combat effectiveness is, it is limited. Old man Ao gave an example, for example, if these three hundred soldiers fight with a large bandit group, even if they are united, if the other party is several times their own, even if they can win, it can only be a miserable victory, and they will have to pay a huge price for casualties. Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Regiment Commander Cao takes the lives of these raiding regiment soldiers extremely seriously, and if he can, he even wants to arm every leg hair of his brother to prevent it from falling naturally. Such a boss is also not common.

If Commander Cao wants to protect his men as much as possible, he must have enough manpower, and he must have absolutely overwhelming strength against those indigenous bandits. The idea of head Cao's foreign monks chanting scriptures is, fundamentally, still lacking maturity. In this place, whoever rises is the sun, and if it can't rise, then you have to drink the northwest wind!

This is a very clear fact, and it cannot be tolerated that Commander Cao does not pay attention to it. (To be continued)