The relief bandits had arrived!
Zhao Lin and Liang Song both perked up, but then a question arose: 'How come there are three of them?'
They watched the three bandits descend the winding mountain path. In front of the valley, they weaved left and right, taking several detours before finally reaching the gully entrance.
Zhao Lin and Liang Song understood. The bandits were clearly moving this way to avoid the traps on the ground.
"Hong-tou, you got any wine? Damn it, I'm freezing to death."
A coarse voice rang out as a dusty figure stood up from the ground. He was draped in a felt blanket, its color blending in with the mountain terrain.
'So there really were three hidden sentries. We had only spotted two before.'
Seeing this, Zhao Lin had to admire the bandits' caution and cunning.
Three hidden sentry posts were set up here. Take one out, and there's another. Take out the second, and there's still a third.
