"More than that. There are nearly fifteen hundred surrounding us alone, and they have powerful bows and crossbows, even firearms.
"Besides, we can't fire recklessly, either, for fear of making this a bigger affair.
"They're fierce. Luckily, we'd installed the barbed wire beforehand. When they charged over,
"we fired at them, and they retreated in fright. But we've been at a stalemate ever since," Yan Beitian said.
Damn it, what a nuisance.
"Don't panic, and don't shoot. I'll be right over," Tang Wen said.
Following Yan Beitian's directions, the several dozen men quietly reached the camp.
Sure enough, Yan Beitian had chosen a vast stretch of level ground backed by a mountain, covering an estimated thousand mu or more.
They had worked quickly, too, selecting a plot right in the center and even pouring the concrete already. Around it, they had strung up multiple layers of defensive barbed wire.
"This is trouble. They've surrounded it completely. How do we get in?" Luo Yiwu's brow furrowed deeply.
"Change into your official uniforms immediately," Tang Wen said.
Luo Yiwu nodded. The several dozen men swiftly changed into soldiers' uniforms, put on bulletproof helmets, and approached with shields in hand.
"Who goes there? Why are you blocking this official's path?" The men walked openly toward them, and Tang Wen barked the question from a distance.
"Who are you? Come no farther, or we'll shoot!" a tall, thin middle-aged man shouted.
"Lord Tang, First-Class Earl of Linghai and Jiangzhou Deputy Militia Commissioner, is leading his men on patrol through Sky-Stone Island. Are you trying to rebel by blocking his path?" Luo Yiwu shouted with an imposing air.
"Might!" The several dozen personal guards Tang Wen had brought shouted in unison, raising their firearms and aiming at them.
"Don't shoot! Don't shoot!" The tall, thin