Chapter 89: Chief, we have a great advantage!

Although the wind was against him on the way back, Hein felt that his body was floating, and the arrow wound on his leg was not so painful.

Due to the plan, he stayed in the camp of those blue coats for a day. It was already the afternoon of the second day, and just a few hours ago, he had lunch with the man at his invitation.

That lunch left a deep impression on him. The main dish was steamed crab legs, and the side dishes were mushroom soup + mashed potatoes.

Being able to kill the crabs, it seemed that the strength of this group of people was stronger than he thought, at least with anti-armor firepower.

And the mashed potatoes were sprinkled with soy sauce for flavor.

With abundant martial virtues and sufficient supplies, the Blood Hand Clan did provoke a terrible opponent, and it was not unfair to lose two teams at their hands!

Hein was a businessman, and businessmen were very realistic.

He would always stand on the side of the winner... at least the side with the most hope of winning.

In fact, when the man named Chu Guang was trying to persuade him, he could see that he didn't know the rules of the Horseshoe Trading Company very well.

Even if he performed well in front of the boss, he couldn't get rid of the days of having to put his head on his belt.

Although he was nominally a "salesman" of the trading company, in fact, the nature of a salesman was closer to a partner.

They were active in the southern part of the Valley Province, using the relationship of the Horseshoe Trading Company to do business, and then got a share from every transaction.

Hain roughly calculated the accounts.

Even if two groups of people were lost, the Blood Hand Clan still had fifty or sixty strong laborers. If cannon fodder, prisoners and so on were counted, there would be nearly a hundred people.

Even if he could bring back one-third, it would be enough for him to become a legend of the Horseshoe Trading Company and even the entire Red River Town.

Those who can work are sold to the mine owners, and those who are missing arms and legs are sent for organ removal and sold to Boulder City or other large survivor settlements in the northern part of the River Valley Province. The profit is 1000%.

This business is a bloody profit no matter how you look at it.

As for whether these blue coats can win?

To be honest, he never considered the possibility that they would lose.

These people can work as hard as cattle, and hunt as fiercely as wolves. Even I, who have been walking in the wasteland for many years, have been tricked by them.

Whether in tactics or strategy, they have amazing advantages.

And the leader of these people is a man who makes people guess his depth.

This group of people is quite scary!

Hein's intuition tells him that if he has a good relationship with these people, he will definitely have a good future, and it may be better than working in a business!

…

Following the wreckage of the elevated road out of the city to the north, bypassing several collapsed ruins, Hain soon saw the tire factory occupied by the Blood Hand Clan.

The concrete outer wall was placed with spiked wooden stakes and steel bars as obstacles, and the wall was smeared with blood with inexplicable and chilling graffiti.

A headless corpse was abandoned at the drainage outlet on the side of the road, being eaten by several fat rats. It seemed that it was another unlucky slave who failed to satisfy these barbarians.

Hain smacked his tongue, secretly said it was a pity, holding a wooden box in his hand, and walked towards the wooden gate without stopping.

"I am Hain, open the door!"

The bandage on his leg had been removed long ago, and the wound had stopped bleeding. Hain shouted in a pretentious manner and waved to the sentry on the wall.

Recognizing Hain's face, the man with a shaved head and scarlet paint on his face walked to the steel capstan, stretched out his muscular arms and turned the capstan.

With a clattering sound, the wooden door slowly opened.

Hain did not stop for a moment, and walked quickly into the Blood Hand Clan's base, and under the leadership of a plunderer sentry, came to the bear's tent.

Putting the box on the ground, his forehead pressed against the ground.

"Dear leader! Those people are just a group of barbarians. I'm sorry that I have tried my best, but they can't communicate at all."

Looking at the man kneeling on the ground in front of him expressionlessly, the bear sitting on the chair leaned his chin on his fist with a lazy expression.

"You didn't bring my people back."

"Yes... because there are no prisoners at all."

"No?"

The bear sat up straight from the chair, and his eyes, which were not big to begin with, were almost squeezed into a dot by the tight flesh on his face.

"You said there were no prisoners, what do you mean?"

He knew very well what kind of people his men were.

If they met those vicious criminals, they might fight to the death, but fighting with the blue coat... even if they couldn't win, there was no possibility of a bloody battle to the end.

It was not a loss to exchange 20 chips for a prisoner. After a period of recuperation, he would gather his men and horses to get back the place.

As for those with missing arms and legs, he directly let the slave trader in front of him take full charge. The Blood Hand Clan did not support idle people, and there was no extra food to support them.

He even suspected that the man in front of him was lying. He negotiated in his own name, but sent the prisoners to other places.

Hein was very sensitive to the atmosphere.

Even though he couldn't see the expression on the bear's face, he guessed what this muscular idiot was thinking, so he quickly brewed a sad and angry expression and brought out his long-prepared rhetoric.

"Those people are just a bunch of scum, rats, maggots in blue leather coats! They have no moral principles at all, and every cell of their body is engraved with the word cunning."

"They pretended to accept the surrender of your men, but after your men laid down their weapons, they cruelly hanged your men at the door!"

As he said this, Hein opened the box in his hand, and inside was a string of finger bones with necklaces.

The bear's eyes shrank into a dot in an instant, and his right fist slammed on the armrest of the chair.

"I'm going to chop off four of these rats and throw them into the dungeon to feed the cockroaches!"

The rude roar echoed in the tent, and the flames on the brazier swayed. The old plunderer on the side tightened the knife and axe at his waist, and his expression began to flicker as he looked at Hein.

As long as the leader gave an order, they would go forward and chop the rude man who angered the leader into meat paste to vent the anger of the great leader.

Feel the bear's rage.

Hain did not dare to breathe, and continued to complain with tears in his voice.

"Dear leader, you don't know what I encountered there! I entered their camp with the purpose of peace, and even took the initiative to hand over my weapons to their sentinels. However, I had just met their leader, and he ordered me to be imprisoned."

"They didn't want to negotiate at all, and they had no intention of negotiating! The man threw this wooden box to me, not only mocking me, saying that the people you wanted were here, but also asked me... asked me to burn it for you!"

"Although they didn't hang me immediately, they probably insisted on locking me up because they were afraid that I would reveal their secrets. I was worried that the night would be long and I would be killed at dawn, so I bribed the guards with the chips hidden in the soles of my shoes and fled their camp overnight with the wooden box."

"But those people reacted quickly, and immediately realized that I was missing, and sent hunters to hunt me down. I didn't dare to go north, so I could only take a detour to the east gate, but I was shot with an arrow before entering the city."

"Fortunately, the arrow didn't hit me. I hid your men's belongings in a trash can and went into a ruin. They searched me almost as soon as I entered! But fortunately, they didn't notice me. I hid in the ruins until dawn, until they went back home."

"After confirming that there was no danger, I didn't dare to delay for a moment. I immediately brought the box back to report to you!"

Hain said with tears in his eyes, and Xiong, who was sitting on the chair, finally diverted his anger from him.

With his eyes fixed on Hain, Xiong asked in a deep voice.

"You said they were worried that you would reveal their secrets? What secrets do they have?"

Hain continued to speak quickly.

"Those people are not actually residents of the shelter. They are just scavengers who wandered from nowhere. They relied on deception to occupy a shelter hidden in the wetland park. They took off their blue coats and pretended to be residents of the shelter, and used this to deceive the passing wastelanders."

"They are not as strong as they look on the surface. They are just a group of villains who are strong on the outside but weak on the inside and bully the weak and fear the strong. There are not many of them, only about 30 people, and the rest are prisoners of the original shelter. What they like to do most is to light a bonfire in the middle of the camp late at night, and then bring out those good-looking captives to have a party... You know what I mean."

"So if you plan to attack them, it's best to choose to do it late at night."

Hain lowered his eyebrows and skillfully told the story someone told him.

"That was when their defense was the most lax, and many people didn't even wear clothes... That's when I took the opportunity to escape."

Captives.

In the shelter.

A trace of greed appeared on Xiong's face.

The clone presented by Beth Street had been played with by him a long time ago, and now it was probably dismantled into parts by his men.

Besides, the toy that had no emotional fluctuations, neither screaming nor crying, could not arouse his interest at all.

If there was no screaming, how could he show his bravery?

And those who came out of the shelter were different. No matter where they were, those people were the best.

"Where are the guns? How many guns do they have?" Xiong asked the question he was most concerned about.

Seeing that the leader was already tempted, Hein was delighted and said quickly.

"At most thirty! Half of them were seized from your people! And they have very little ammunition reserves, and more than half of them even use bows and javelins."

"Look at my leg injury, it was left by the arrows they shot!"

Hearing the bow and arrow.

Xiong's expression became more contemptuous.

Those primitive things are the weapons of the scavengers. Except for a few "awakeners" with special abilities, or mutants with extremely developed muscles, most people would rather use earthen guns made of black gunpowder than spears and bows and arrows if they have the conditions.

Xiong himself is two meters long and full of strength. Four people can't move his arms when arm wrestling. Ordinary people can't walk with 20 to 30 kilograms of armor, but his armor weighs 100 kilograms, and the breastplate is 50 kilograms of homogeneous steel!

Not to mention bows and javelins, even ordinary bullets hitting it are like tickling, leaving some scratches at most.

In his opinion, stepping on those scavengers to death is no different from stepping on a nest of ants.

"My lord, I think this matter still needs to be carefully considered," the horse-faced man standing next to him nodded and bowed his head, and continued in a deep voice.

"Badger and Badger are both strong, and their tribes are brave and good at fighting. However, they were defeated by the scavengers one after another. I always feel that something is wrong."

Hearing this, Hein was anxious and was about to speak. But he saw Xiong waved his hand and interrupted the horse-faced man.

"Badger is brave but not wise, Badger is wise but not brave, and they are not elite. They are just a group of scavengers. I will lead the team myself and concentrate all my manpower to crush them to death."

Xiong didn't want to delay it too long.

If it dragged on for too long, the snow would get heavier and the weather would get colder, making the battle more difficult to fight.

Besides, the captives in the shelter were killed by the scavengers, so what else could he do?

Besides, he didn't look down on Badger and Badger at all. The real main force were those who followed him to the north to collect money.

Hein breathed a sigh of relief.

In order to prevent Xiong from hesitating, he decided to release another dose of explosive information.

"Chief, you don't need to worry too much. We actually have a huge advantage!"

"When I entered the wetland park, I found that they were camping at the river on the northwest side and building a brick kiln. I guess they were planning to reinforce the bunker before the snow fell heavily. This is exposing their inner fear and weakness!"

"You just need to march in the dark and attack their brick factory directly. They will definitely be in chaos! At that time, we just need to pursue their victory and chase their deserters into their camps. The wealth and supplies there will be yours."

As he said this, Hain had an angry expression on his face.

"And I can get revenge for this!"

"Brick kiln?" Xiong touched his chin with interest, "How many people are there?"

"At least more than ten people! Sixty percent are men captured from the shelter, and forty percent are their own people!"

Xiong was overjoyed and slapped the armrest of the chair.

"Good!"

Although he couldn't say that he completely trusted this slave trader, the brick kiln was easy to verify, and he could basically tell at a glance.

After that, Xiong immediately looked at the horse-faced man and ordered in a commanding tone.

"Send a minion over to find a high point to observe the direction of the wetland park. If you see a campfire and smoke floating in the river, come back and report to me immediately!"

The horse-faced man nodded and accepted the order.

"Yes!"

...

At the same time, by the river on the northwest side of the wetland park, Fang Chang and a few people set up a shack with plastic sheds and sticks on the open space.

This kind of shack is basically leaky on all sides. If you really live in it, you will definitely get arthritis, but they are reluctant to use better materials.

After all, they will put gunpowder barrels and wood tar in it later...

"I don't think the manager expects us to make bricks."

While digging a cave with a shovel on the slope by the river, Ye Shi complained, "Otherwise why would they assign us such a special task?"

Lao Bai is a practical man, and he doesn't talk much when he works.

"Stop talking, finish the work on your hands... Wait a minute, the task time is almost up."

"Gan..."

"By the way, Kuangfeng, don't you have classes during the day?"

"The PPT has been sent to the teaching assistant."

"Awesome!"

The first special task received by the Niuma Brick Factory was not to produce a certain number of bricks, nor to build a brick kiln with a certain daily output, but to let them set traps in the camp.

Does this sound like what a professional life player should do? ?

Well.

Although they are not considered professional gamers.