Old Man Ao redefined the order of existence in the Domain of Exile, while Chief Cao defined the order of robbery in the Domain of Exile.

The two had long agreed that the bandits of the raiding group were not the ultimate goal of killing all the bandits in the Exiled Realm. The most appropriate and ideal way is to guide these guys who are also lost in the path of life in a reasonable way, and it is of course best to be able to turn them into good people. But if they don't have that ability, then let them not just play the role of rat poop.

In addition to letting them understand what they can and can't do, the most important thing is to teach them a different way of life.

This can be seen as the integration of resources, and the countless bandits here are also a form of human resources. If it can be integrated in some way, it is not necessarily worse than material resources, but stronger, after all, the wealth and value of a qiē are created by the hands of the people, not grown in the ground.

The sweet dates that Captain Cao threw at them were very simple and leisurely, that is, equal trade. As long as they can come up with the money, they can buy the qiē they want, instead of being slaughtered as a fat sheep by some large human caravanserais. If the harvest is not good due to natural disasters and man-made disasters, Head Cao can even help them overcome the difficulties.

This change made those robbers feel a little subtle, they live this kind of muddy life every day, and few people really stop to think about what they are robbing day after day, and even fewer people understand that no matter how diligent they are, it is indeed difficult to change the nature of their miserable life.

It wasn't until Captain Cao ruthlessly pierced the layer of window paper in front of them that they realized that they were really living a empty and lonely life. Except for being at a loss, none of them seemed to have a future in mind.

"There is no one in this world who does not want to start a family, there is no one who does not want to live a peaceful life, even if it is a bandit, I believe they all have such a subconscious thought. Aren't you robbing all day long just to have a better life? But in fact you have walked into a dead end, and if you don't die for a day, you just live one more day. No one knows if they will die here tomorrow. Today, for example, you didn't expect us to visit. If we are a little more cruel, you are already corpses in the same place!" Commander Cao was both rigid and soft, on the one hand, he was prying the psychological defense line of these bandits, and on the other hand, he was putting mental pressure on them, making many of them feel inexplicable.

"As for what I promised today, I will deliver on it with concrete actions. Perhaps, when the time comes, you will find that I am the guiding light of your life. After dropping a sentence, Regiment Leader Cao didn't say anything more, and led all the people and horses to the next goal.

In order to improve work efficiency, Head Cao also does everything. It was this request of his. With Sibu customizing a series of serial targets, this small mixed bandit tribe is just an appetizer for the day. As far as the overall appearance of the plundering regiment is concerned, they feel that dozens of such anti-bandit activities in a day are trivial, and they seem to be singing and dancing along the way.

Compared with the situation in the past where every time the chic fart money was not earned, it would drag a lot of mouths and go back lonely, today's business is what everyone is happy to see.

The soldiers of the plundering regiment at the back of the team even drove a few ox carts, except for one ox cart carrying the "entrance fee" of two large boxes forcibly collected from the mixed bandit tribe just now, the other carts were empty, which showed how strong the determination of the head of the regiment Cao was to make a fortune this time.

Following the gang, four medium-sized bandit tribes paid a terrible price in the onslaught of the raiders. Just get started with it. The first round of onslaught by the raiding regiment will stun them without suspense.

Immediately after, of course, the same procedure, mandatory fees, and then the announcement of the identity of the big brother of the raiding group. Announcing the "eight for eight do not do" on the territory of the plundering group, the head of the Cao regiment declared to them that this was the iron law of the land from then on.

For most of the day, the only little story I encountered was full of ridiculousness, it was the last medium-sized bandit tribe patronized by the raiders, a tribe of Wolf werewolves.

Although it is from the Wolf pedigree. But it made the people of the raiding group a little excited. It was nothing more than a bandit tribe mixed with jackwolves and coyotes, and a group of tough timberwolf warriors were extremely disdainful of these distant cousins, so they were the most ruthless.

"Lao Tzu is a soldier. They are thieves, it's really the opposite of them! A group of bastards who have not achieved enough things and have more than enough failures!" Regarding the question of the other six heroes' "cannibalism", he explained it in a hard and conclusive way, completely forgetting that his current identity as a coward is definitely not better than those distant cousins.

They were routed just as quickly, and it took at most ten minutes for the raiders to disarm them all. Those Wolf, who were about the same height as Captain Cao, were in a sense insulting Wolfe, a huge race rich in warriors. Of course, the cunning of the jackals is still worthy of recognition.

Even if he was disarmed by the plundering group, the bandit leader led by the tribe told the head of the Cao regiment that there was no one to ask for money, claiming that his tribe had huge expenses, and even if he could get a deal from time to time, it would be enough for his own people to stuff their teeth.

Commander Cao still gave him face very much, he didn't want him to live, as long as he had half of it, and he was hard. Ever since he was cheated in the Nightdance Legion, he has not had a good impression of the Jackwolf. Of course, whether there is money or not is not something that he can calculate, but it is still up to the soldiers of the raiding regiment to make a professional judgment.

The jackwolf named Cole thought he had a plan, and although he suffered a meal of flesh and skin, he managed to keep the possessions he had accumulated over the years, and finally didn't take advantage of the damn bastards. Thinking of this, Colton felt that the injuries on his body that had been beaten out were not so painful.

However, Cole didn't seem to notice that there were a lot of extra boxes on the trailer when the raiders left, and the raiders didn't like to go home empty-handed, and they were clearly elated when they left.

"Boss Cole, no, no!" Before Cole could breathe a sigh of relief, a coyote man hurried over, his tone as heavy as if he had lost his father and mother.

Cole narrowed his eyes, this coyote was one of his few henchmen, and Cole gave him the task of leading people to patrol the territory every day to those treasure spots in Cole's territory. It can be seen that this coyote boy was not less devastated just now, and his one and every one was a little deformed, and there were bruises and blood stains everywhere.

Cole frowned, unhappy for a while: "What's the panic, they're all gone, what could be worse than this?"

"Boss, you...... Several of your underground vaults have been dug up!" said the coyote boy, who had undoubtedly failed the boss's high hopes of him, as he fell into the dust.

"What are you talking about? Lao Tzu's vaults are all twenty meters underground! How is it possible, you must be lying to Lao Tzu. If you hadn't told them the location, how would they have been able to find those hidden locations?" Colton was anxious, and his eyes were full of unkindness, and the coyote boy was instantly defined as a mole by him.

"They didn't ask anyone all the time! A thug with a few gold chains around his neck, tattooed all over his neck, and a group of people shrugged their noses and sniffed around, and in a moment they were able to determine the location of the underground vaults. The coyote boy's face became more and more gray, and he still didn't understand it until now, he couldn't understand that those guys could locate the underground vault hidden twenty meters deep in the ground with just their noses.

Judging from his description, it is obvious that Iverson and the others in the raiding group still maintain the hip-hop street culture of the Pug Gang, and only they like to wear countless gold chains around their necks. The coyote boy didn't know much, but Cole recognized the identity of the mavericks. That's a bit fighter with a keen sense of smell and hearing!

As the outside world evaluates, the Bit Fighter is almost the king of the Doug clan, and almost all the advantages of the Doug dog people are combined, and these characteristics are even better than the average Doug people. Iverson has boasted more than once that he has a sharp nose, especially a keen sense of smell for money, and now it seems that he has a purpose and does not play pompous.

Cole hurriedly led people over, and seeing that the underground vaults that had been dug up had been ransacked, Cole rolled his eyes and passed out in an instant. If it weren't for the horse boy next to him who was pinching people while pressing his chest, Cole would probably have slept for a long time, and perhaps this ending would have made Cole feel better.

Cole and a large group of brothers worked hard for several years to save these possessions. I haven't been willing to give up all this black money, for what? That is, when I have saved enough money, I will change my life. The cunning Cole has even planned for a better day in the future, which is to emigrate to the eastern provinces of the Beamon Empire.

The famous main city of Stuttgart, it is the city of wolves. Cole is also a jackal, as long as he finds the right person, Cole believes that he can easily buy the status of a good citizen of the Beamon Empire with money, and may even buy a noble title, so that his children and grandchildren will no longer have to do this kind of knife and blood licking business.

For the sake of this grand blueprint, Cole didn't even marry a wife, and all he could think of was the snow wolf beauties that Stgtarter was known for, not the coyote girls with yellow teeth and eye droppings in the corners of their eyes, or the dark-skinned jackal women with no beauty.

The money is not only Cole's wife, but also Cole's coffin, his future!

"How could they dig it up so easily in just a moment? Twenty meters deep! That's twenty meters deep underground...... "For a long time, Cole couldn't recover from that blow, as if he had lost his mind...... (To be continued......)