The dozen or so people were clad in thick, long robes, their heads adorned with large leather hats, and their faces hidden behind ferocious-looking masks. They carried a large wooden box—one meter tall, one meter wide, and over two meters long—as they arrived at the entrance to the mountain valley.
Sui Donglan quickly burrowed into the bushes, covering her mouth. Tears streamed down her face as a warm, yellow liquid gushed down her trouser legs.
These are the bandits from Flying Eagle Mountain!
Damn that Peddler for making me wait here, and now I've run into them!
CLANG!
A few burly men set the large wooden box on the ground. They opened the lid, turned a crank, and a Big Horn, eighty centimeters in diameter, rose from inside the box.
What is this thing?
The burly men glanced around, apparently checking if anyone else was nearby.
Sui Donglan bit her lip, remaining silent.
"Fortress Lord Zhou, are you at home?" Luo Dagui was calling out.
