While the Crowfolk Tribal Chief was still passionately rallying the tribe to donate, Mu You had already set out with his forces, surrounding the valley where the Sparrowman Bandits were hiding from several directions.
"Is everyone here?"
Mu You called out in the group chat.
"Here, here..."
"We're here too..."
"Squad Three in position. Ready to move at any time..."
Replies came in from all sides. Most of the factions he had called on earlier were already in position. The few that were absent had been held up by miscellaneous matters and could not make it anytime soon.
Mu You counted their numbers. There were currently 1,901 people present.
Nearly two thousand people to surround and eliminate fewer than eighty Sparrowman Bandits-that had to be enough.
"Then let's proceed as planned. Each faction will surround them from its assigned direction and wait for my orders... Just two requirements. First, keep Low-Altitude Combat active at all times so the Sparrowman Bandits can't fly away. Second, don't kill them. Capture them alive if possible," Mu You instructed in the group chat.
"OK!"
"Understood..."
Everyone acknowledged his instructions.
Mu You said no more. These two thousand people were among Dawn City's most elite players. They could handle such basic requirements.
Meanwhile, in the valley opposite them.
"...The boss said he was wrapping things up at the Crowman Tribe. Why isn't he back yet?"
Dozens of Sparrowman Bandits were gathered in a hidden cave, talking among themselves.
"We haven't heard anything from him either. Could something have happened?"
"No idea..."
"Should we go back and check?"
"No. The boss told us to stay in the valley for the next few days and not go anywhere..."
As the Sparrowman Bandits discussed this, a birdcall suddenly rang out high above them, echoing through