The Jingshan Bandits were already boiling with anger, trapped here with no outlet for it.
Now they saw the river pirates taking advantage of the chaos to extort money, and they were furious, cursing again and again, absolutely refusing to let the other side have it easy.
That was the attitude of those with more reckless, forthright temperaments, whose habits were closer to the ways of the outlaw world.
One person, one face; a thousand people, a thousand faces. Everyone had different thoughts and their own considerations.
Not everyone was so eager to achieve glory and establish merit.
Indeed, among the Jingshan Bandits as a whole, people like Wang Xu, who hoped to transform from bandits into a righteous army, were only a minority.
It was simply that these few were mostly highly skilled martial artists who held the right to speak. Together with their grand promises, they had drawn the entire Jingshan Bandits into this sweeping tide of the times, intending to accomplish a great undertaking that would change their fates.
Now, this hidden ideological conflict had been provoked by the secret letters sent by Li Yuan and Yao Jun, immediately stirring up waves.
Those Jingshan Bandits who valued wealth more were unwilling to hand over the goods they had painstakingly robbed and saved to another group of bandits. They felt that was abandoning the root to chase the branches.
Their thinking could not exactly be called wrong. After all, bandits only ever took in and never gave out; no one had ever heard of bandits having to send money to others.
But those Jingshan Bandits who placed greater importance on their future prospects stood firmly with Wang Xu. They believed that only by changing their current circumstances, leaving the refugee camp, infiltrating Lingwu City, gathering intelligence, and then