Traveling through the jungle at night was difficult to begin with, so Shao Jie and the other two had not gone very far.
With the help of the Talisman, Chen Mo reached his destination in no time—the stronghold of General Jialin.
The entire stronghold had no electricity, with only a few flickering points of light.
Some places even used torches for illumination. Anyone accustomed to life in a big city would probably find it hard to adapt to such an environment.
Even the buildings throughout the stronghold were made of wood, vines, and other plants. They truly were environmentally friendly.
Of course, that also meant many of the houses had no actual doors or windows, only doorframes and window frames.
In Myanmar, such small strongholds were very common, especially in the forests. These strongholds, large and small, were basically like mountain bandits, each governing itself and existing independently.
General Jialin's stronghold was neither large nor small, belonging to the Middle Stage. It was built along the upper reaches of a small river and lay within a valley. It spanned only a little over five hundred meters in either direction, yet nearly five thousand people lived inside. The residential area was quite crowded.
Of course, the people here earned their living either through mineral resources or by growing contraband crops. Far fewer of them planted food.
After all, this place remained in the tropical zone all year round. Food was available in every season, so they generally did not go hungry. Thus, although these people lived difficult lives, they could still survive.
There were quite a lot of fields around the stronghold, but they were not used to grow food. They served other purposes.
Around the stronghold, Chen Mo saw many fields growing contraband crops. These fields were scattered about, here