After the little beard poured a sip of wine into his mouth, the big beard followed suit and raised the bottle with a mouthful of wine left in his hand.

After drinking all the wine left in the bottle, he threw the empty bottle aside and said casually:

"By the way, have Ohno and the others who were sent to 'negotiate' with that small village not come back yet?"

"It seems so." Mustache nodded, "I heard that the boss is very worried now. If Daye and the others haven't come back after dawn tomorrow, they will lead all of us to that small village to see what happened.

Already."

"Ha." The bearded man sneered, "Could it be that Daye and the others were killed by those villagers?"

"How is that possible?" Mustache smiled sarcastically, "The total population of that village is less than one hundred, and there are only about 30 young people at most. How can they deal with Ohno and the others?"

"Really, why bother and send people to negotiate with the people in that village?" The bearded man curled his lips in dissatisfaction, "Wouldn't it be better to just rush over and rob all the money and women in their village?

"

"Don't you understand this?" Xiao Hu smiled, and then took another sip of wine. "If we directly rob the village of all its money and women, it would be equivalent to indirectly forcing all of them to death.

, it’s killing the goose to get the eggs.”

"We only need half of their money to prevent all the people in that small village from starving to death."

"This way, we can grab another wave next year."

"And if you rob all the money from that village in one go, it will easily attract the attention of the government."

"Only asking for half of the village's money in a 'friendly' way will make the government think that we are not a big threat, and they can focus more on dealing with other groups of bandits who are more threatening."

"Hmph, I don't understand these big things." The bearded man snorted coldly, "The reason why I became a bandit is to live a free life of drinking heavily and playing with women wantonly."

"Now I just want to live such a life quickly."

"Who doesn't want to live such a life." Mustache shrugged, and then took another sip of low-quality rice wine in his mouth. "Who doesn't choose to be a bandit in order to live a much happier life than before?"

"My only wish now is to live a happy life for a while before I am wiped out by the officials."

"Hey." The big beard cast a displeased look at the little beard, "What do you mean by 'before you are killed by the officials'? Don't say such unlucky words."

"I'm just telling the truth." Mustache shrugged, "In the past few years since the outbreak of the 'Tianming Famine,' the reason why the number of bandits in Ou has increased and become stronger is simply because the government has no time to take care of us.

"

"The government has no time to take care of us, and there are a large number of samurai who are forced to become ronin for various reasons, so that the various bandits can always have fresh blood to join, so that the various bandits in Ou can continue to grow and develop.

.”

"Now the 'morning famine' is over."

"Stability is slowly returning to various places, and the government is gradually beginning to have enough energy to deal with bandits like us."

"You never know when we will be suppressed by the government."

"Tch!" The bearded man swollen his saliva on the ground, "You are such a nasty person to talk to! Can't you say something nice? I won't talk to you anymore! I'm going to pee!"

After saying that, the bearded man grabbed the knife placed aside and walked quickly towards the darkness not far away.

The mustache smiled bitterly as he watched the bearded man go to pee.

“Where are you going to pee?”

"Of course I went to pee somewhere where you couldn't see me. If there were other people around, I wouldn't be able to pee."

After the bearded man completely disappeared from the sight, the mustachioed bandit withdrew his gaze and began to drink wine while slowly waiting for the bearded man to come back.

But gradually Mustache began to notice something was wrong.

He found that the bearded man seemed to be too slow.

The little bearded man drank all the wine in the bottle, and the bearded figure reappeared in front of him.

Even if I have to poop, it won't last so long.

"Maybe he drank too much and fell drunk on the enemy..." The mustache muttered, grabbing the saber in his arms, stood up, and walked in the direction the bearded man left just now.

Big Beard did indeed drink a little too much wine tonight, so Little Beard wondered if Big Beard was half-peeing, drunk, and fell to the ground.

If that's really the case, then you have to drag him back to bed quickly.

You can easily die if you lie down in the snow and sleep all night.

Because some people were already sleeping, Little Beard did not dare to shout Big Beard's name loudly. He could only hold the knife and follow the direction where Big Beard left just now.

It is cloudy now and there is no moonlight.

Although my eyes have long been accustomed to the darkness, I still can't see clearly the things around my feet.

In order to avoid tripping or kicking something, Mustache could only slow down and move forward inch by inch.

But because it was too dark, when the little beard looked around, he could only see nothing but darkness, and the big beard could not be seen at all.

Just when Little Beard was thinking about whether to go back to find a torch or call others to find Big Beard, Little Beard suddenly felt as if his right foot had kicked something.

A piece... something with a bit of elasticity.

Confused, Mustache leaned down and looked at his feet.

It doesn't matter if you don't look at it, your whole soul will be scared away when you look at it.

His eyes immediately widened in horror!

Lying at his feet, the thing he just kicked was a big beard.

To be more precise, it's Bearded's corpse.

The bearded man lying on the ground had his throat penetrated by a sharp weapon.

Large streams of blood were pouring out from his punctured wound, dyeing the white snow under him blood red.

Anyone with a little bit of common sense and a normal mind would know that if a sharp instrument penetrates the throat, he will definitely die. The bearded man, whose eyes were wide open and lifeless, was now too dead to die.

His eyes that had lost their luster still retained a bit of fear and consternation.

Looking at the extremely miserable death and the unyielding bearded man, the bandit with the mustache immediately felt his legs become weak and almost fell to the ground.

However, Mustache was not someone who had never seen blood, so he quickly calmed down his mind and almost fell to the ground.

Mustache immediately opened his mouth, ready to shout loudly.

However... as soon as Mustache's mouth opened, he felt an extremely powerful hand stretch out from behind him and cover his mouth, making it impossible for him to make any sound.

Then, the mustachioed bandit felt a sharp pain in his throat and a wakizashi penetrated his throat from behind.

Although due to the viewing angle, he couldn't see the condition of his neck.

But Mustache was sure that warm blood must be gushing out from the wound in his throat like a spring.

The strong desire to survive caused the mustache's body to burst out with amazing power, and he began to struggle crazily!

However, the person standing behind Mustache and restraining him was very strong, and the left hand covering Mustache's mouth was like an iron pincer, clamping him firmly.

No matter how much Mustache struggled, he couldn't break free from the control of the person behind him, let alone make a sound.

Within a few seconds, the mustache's strength slowly weakened.

The look in his pupils also slowly dissipated.

Finally, his hands dropped softly, and the whole person stopped struggling.

Before Mustache completely lost consciousness, the last words he heard were

"11..."

…

…

Kasaka and the others stayed where they were, waiting hard for Ogata and Omachi to return.

Kasaka crossed his arms in front of his chest and kept shaking his legs out of impatience.

Tsuchiya hugged the saber to his chest, sat aside, closing his eyes and concentrating.

Kinjo stood next to Tsuchiya, frequently looking in the direction where Ogata and Atachi left just now.

Mizuno was entrusted with the important task of standing next to Ohno and responsible for monitoring Ohno.

Mizuno, whose hands were still tied behind his back, sat on a stone.

At first glance he seems to be very well-behaved.

But in fact, he has been secretly observing the situation of Huosaka and others since just now.

No, it should be said that after being captured, he had been observing the warriors invited by the villagers of the small village and assessing their respective strengths.

The most powerful guy was of course Ogata, who single-handedly defeated him and his 11 subordinates.

Everyone else respected that guy, and he must be the most powerful.

And now the most powerful guy has left here with a beautiful woman.

Listening to the previous conversations between these people, it seems that the most powerful guy and the beautiful woman are husband and wife. They plan to sneak into their stronghold and assassinate his companions.

Ohno didn't know whether those two guys had the ability to assassinate all his companions, and he didn't have the time to think about such a problem now.
To be continued...