This is really the case, and the working idea of "Xintianyou" is just a pretense.

The actual situation is that Chief Cao is a person with two completely different sides in his bones. Even if he now defines himself as a robber, then he is also a benevolent robber.

When is iron-blooded and tough, and when is tender does not depend on the mood of Captain Cao himself, but on what kind of person appears in front of him.

The Exiled Realm native bandits are abhorrent, but the natives here can bring tears to anyone's eyes. Living in such a harsh environment, they not only have to fight with heaven and earth, but also with people. This kind of life is completely without the endless joy and only infinite suffering as a certain great man revered by Commander Cao said.

As they passed through the territory of the first small tribe of aborigines along the way, Commander Cao and a large group of raiders understood how miserable the aborigines here were. They were already living a tight life, and the weather was already making it difficult for them to move forward, and they had to accept the looting of those bandits at any time. To say that they live in the Third World is an exaggeration, they are no different from living in hell.

The first tribe of the aborigines that the raiders passed through on their expedition was an honest tribe of Boer cattle and cattle numbering only about twenty people. The cattle of the Boer people, a world-famous ethnic group whose main survival skills are herding cattle and cultivating crops. The first thing their tribe came to "greet" the raiding group was just a pair of eyes that hid in the shadows and watched the wind.

If it weren't for Captain Cao's keen perception, he would have felt the gaze staring at him for the first time, and it would have been difficult to even find that there was a big living person hidden in the pile of dead branches and firewood that was only calf high. When the man hiding in the shadows was found out by Barkley, many of the bandits of the raiding group bowed their heads silently.

According to common sense, it is almost impossible to hide a normal scalper in a pile of firewood. Hiding inside was a half-large Boer scalper kid, who was almost scared to death when he saw such a large group of extremely violent creatures appear outside the tribe's defenseless fence.

Generally, even if it is a half-sized scalper boy, the height is generally about one meter six or seven. Adults are able to grow to a height of about two meters. In terms of height, the frightened kid is up to the mark, but in terms of his stature, he doesn't look like a scalper, more like a skeleton man. The half-sized man was so thin that he was almost skinny, and he cowered like a captured partridge under the gaze of a large group of bandits of raiders.

The hairy Barkley was kicked away by Captain Cao, who knew that this was an indigenous settlement and was so rude, it was simply damaging the team's public image.

Captain Cao asked people to bring a suit of clothes and wrapped them tightly around the child's body. Fortunately, before leaving, the brothers carried a lot of living supplies on their backs, otherwise they wouldn't even be able to get anything. It's just this dress. It looked seven or eight times bigger on him, but it still made the kid so excited that he didn't speak for a long time.

This scrawny boy Captain Cao could understand why he was hiding in this corner almost without asking, obviously to help the people of his tribe to release the bandits who would come out and rob them at some point. After a long day of overtures, the scalpers who were hiding everywhere finally shrank in front of the raiding group.

That half-grown boy is just a microcosm of this tribe, and almost everyone in this suffering tribe is like that kid, as thin as a bamboo pole. Their stature makes one wonder if they can move cattle and cultivate crops when they are grazing, and whether they can wield hoes.

Honest scalpers answer both questions with one answer. They have nothing now. There are no crops, and there are no grazing animals. All of them were looted. If they really had nothing, they would have died long ago. Naturally, it can't hold up the raiding group passing through here. In other words, they have only recently been subjected to this catastrophe. Their tribe has almost run out of ammunition and food, and if the raiding group arrives two days late, it is estimated that they will only be able to collect the corpses of these compatriots in a foreign land.

How hard is the life of the indigenous people of the exiled realm? Almost all of them are able to join their menus. Unfortunately, the tribe has very little grass around it, and before they are looted, the grazing animals have to travel a long distance.

And they are the culprits of the robbery. It's not a joke, after figuring out the reason for the desperation of this tribe, Commander Cao's eyes are not only red, but even a pair of fists have been clenched and crackled. The location of this tribe is on the road that the Golden State bandits must pass to the mud snail secluded land, when the Golden State bandits poured out to surround the mud snail secluded land, passing by this small number of tribes, and by the way, they also ransacked them.

When the Golden State gangs surrounded the mud snail outside the secluded place for a while, they obviously encountered the trouble of food shortage. Their response was simple, that is, a lot of people were sent to loot in the vicinity, and they never worried about whether the ordinary indigenous people could survive. As a result, the tribe of scalpers was sacked a second time, and in the end they had nothing left.

I don't kill Beren, but Beren dies because of me. Commander Cao immediately understood that this tribe almost starved to death here, and he had an unshirkable responsibility. What made Captain Cao even more chilled was that there were still many indigenous tribes around here. What happened to this tribe of scalpers is just one of them, and it is not known how many other tribes of indigenous people have suffered due to the confrontation between the raiders and the Golden State bandits.

Commander Cao immediately made a decision and distributed a part of the living materials to this tribe of cattle of about 20 people, so that they would not at least not starve to death during this time. At best, this kind of help can only help them for a while, and without their own herd, this tribe of scalpers will face the same problem sooner or later.

Commander Cao asked Iverson to register the damage to the tribe's property, and promised on the spot that the raiding group would return to them a lot of what they had lost.

The bandits of the raiding regiment began to count the supplies one after another, and sent the bundles of daily necessities to the homes of these scalpers. They look like a bunch of good-natured people with an alternative image, and there is no trace of anything associated with violence in them. What they have on their faces is just a knowing expression of "I knew the boss would be like this".

Recently, I have heard Captain Cao complain about the shyness in his pockets and the tightness in his hands. Whenever that time. He was stingy like a miser. But when he was confronted with the good inhabitants who lived in dire straits, he was like a noble man who regarded money like dung.

The kind-hearted scalpers were stunned by this big-backed approach, they were honest and not blind. It wasn't any of the people in front of them who robbed them in the first place, and the unique appearance of the hyena people is almost impossible to remember. Although this group of people also looks like robbers and bandits, what they do has nothing to do with robbers and bandits.

Will robbers and bandits take the initiative to come out and donate their things to others for free?

The scalpers even asked again and again if they took the things of Captain Cao, and they would become slaves because of it. Their fears were entirely justified, and it was not uncommon for them to be forced into slavery by the pressures of life and eventually sold into slavery. Especially in the Realm of Exile. Every year I don't know how many people will lose their freedom and their lives because of the same situation.

"I'm not a human trafficker, I'm a donkey from the Beamon Empire, and I'm your compatriot. See my brothers, who don't look like good people, but they're also your fellow citizens. Our compatriots will not ignore you to the end of your journey, and our compatriots will not deprive you of your due human rights and freedoms. Captain Cao forced a smile and dispelled the worries of these scalpers.

The patriarch of the scalper tribe was an elderly scalper named Houllier. This old man of the cattle has the unique honest and honest personality of the Boer cattle people, and when he saw the people of the raiding group, he couldn't help but stuff things into their homes. Hollier instinctively wanted to stop them, but he was able to outmaneuver the raiders.

Barkley, who was ready to atone for his sins, directly pulled Uncle Houllier aside. Attentively gave this scalper old man a shoulder and pinched his back, with a flattering smile, as if he was an ugly man suffering from facial muscle necrosis terminal disease.

Baffled by these unknown people, Hollier stubbornly asked, "Who are you?" You look ......"

"Doesn't look like a good guy, does it?" Barkley picked up the conversation with a transparent expression of "I knew you would say that." Seeing Hollier nodding blankly, Buck used the most straightforward words to block all of Hollier's questions: "You don't care if we are good or bad, someone will send you food and supplies for free." Is it still a bad thing to keep your tribesmen from starving? If I were you, I wouldn't ask such a pointless question. Have the strength to speak. It's better to ask our boss for more things. Don't worry, our boss is rich, not bad for you!"

Houllier thought about it carefully, and it seemed that this was really the case. Far from making them feel embarrassed, the big back had been kindly pacifying the hungry people who were almost unsteady on their feet, and devoured their food as soon as they received it. Such a person, Hollier doesn't look like a bad person no matter how you look at it.

Barkley was right, if this group of people wanted to be unfavorable to them, there was no need for such false mercy, just such a large group of rough men, where could a tribe of scalpers with a total of more than twenty men, women, and children combined.

"Then what are your identities? Are you also robbers and bandits?" Seeing that this ticket was busy, Hollier finally couldn't help but ask again.

"Truth be told, we also make a living from robbery. Captain Cao looked at Hollier, and almost fainted Holier with a word.

But Commander Cao then continued: "But we only rob our peers, and only rob robbers and bandits. For you, we are the gold medal fighters who defend your vital interests. From today onwards, this is the territory under the jurisdiction of our plundering group, and anyone who dares to come to you for trouble in the future will report my name. Remember, I'm the leader of the raiding regiment, Fierce Male Gonzalez Cao. ”

"Then do we need to hand over the food and money to you on time? We don't have any money, and as you can see, we don't even have food now......" Hollier's heart tightened when he heard this déjà vu remark.

"No, you just need to live well. Compatriots, don't forget my words. We are your compatriots, I am a priest appointed by the beast god, how can there be a priest who oppresses his own compatriots?" Captain Cao smiled softly, patted Holier's thin palm, and his face was holy.

When a god stick is not pretending to be holy but holy from the heart, his smile will be extraordinarily contagious...... (To be continued......)