"What's the location of their camp?"
"Halfway up the mountain. There's a small stronghold there, with a few brick houses."
No. 13's eyes lit up. "Are they mountain folk who still live there?"
He hadn't expected anyone to be living in Mount Xixieming. If they could find any locals or hunters who had once lived in the mountains, it would greatly help with their next move.
But Mount Luoyun shook his head, his tone grave. "It's not what you think. That stronghold has been there for a long time, but it was abandoned ages ago. It was an old hideout built in the mountains by a band of bandits before the founding of the country. It's in ruins now, but it still passes for a place to rest in the mountains."
Jiang Cheng knew a little about the bandits. They had burned, killed, looted, and committed every kind of atrocity. Whenever government troops came to suppress them, they would retreat into the mountains. The unique terrain of Mount Xixieming gave them the perfect natural barrier, and this went on until after Liberation. It was said that quite a few men had been lost in the campaign to wipe them out.
No. 2 had clearly done far more research than Jiang Cheng and had a much more detailed account. But before he could finish, Mount Luoyun interrupted him. At the same time, his expression turned strange. "I know the story you're telling, too. But you don't know what really happened to those bandits. They... weren't wiped out."
"When the troops went into the mountains to suppress the bandits, they weren't familiar with the terrain, and the local who guided them had never ventured deep into the mountains. They ran into all kinds of difficulties along the way. After countless hardships, they