I Live on the Land in Global Games

Chapter 145 - 145 144 Chunan Camp (Add more 1 for every 200 subscriptions)145: Chapter 144 Chunan Camp (Add more 1 for every 200 subscriptions) 145: Chapter 144 Chunan Camp (Add more 1 for every 200 subscriptions) “Who will incubate them?” Mu Ying glanced at the big rabbit, then the small rabbit, and finally let her gaze rest on Gungun who was squatting in the corner of the ox cart.

She bent down and lifted him over.

The scoundrel Master had finally remembered him?

“You’re in charge of hatching these eggs,” Mu Ying placed him into the basket.

Gungun had a shocked expression on his face ⊙_⊙.

Mu Ying noticed his reluctant look, “If you hatch one, I’ll make you a roast chicken like the one last night to eat.”

Gungun stretched out a palm with a false thumb included, six fingers in total.

Mu Ying: ...

“Just one!

There isn’t that much chicken meat left.”

Gungun gently kicked an egg with his foot.

“Six is too many, two at most!” Mu Ying compromised.

Gungun grudgingly retracted three fingers.

Mu Ying squinted her eyes, grabbed the ungrateful little creature by the hand, scratching its ticklish spot fiercely, “Are you okay with 2?

Hmm?”

Gungun raised his hand in surrender.

“Incubate them well, and when they grow up, aren’t you afraid there won’t be any roast chicken to eat?” Mu Ying placed him back into the basket.

After that, the journey was smooth sailing.

By the afternoon of the next day, they had arrived at Chunan Camp.

“This looks nearly identical to Spirit Dragon Gorge Camp!” Guan Hai exclaimed.

The other players who had been to Spirit Dragon Gorge Camp felt the same way.

If not for the lack of tall mountains around Chunan Camp, Mu Ying might have thought she had arrived at a second Spirit Dragon Gorge Camp, as this camp seemed to have been cut from the same mold as Spirit Dragon Gorge Camp.

Apart from differing terrains, what gathered outside the camp weren’t tents but numerous simple thatched huts made of wood and dry grass, forming a small village.

Fields were plentiful around them, seemingly freshly tilled, but the crops weren’t growing well, and there were signs of wild animals’ activities.

From this, it could be seen that Chunan Camp was relatively safe, unlike Spirit Dragon Gorge, where flocks of blood crows often attacked the camp; otherwise, they couldn’t have built so many thatched houses outside the camp.

Although the huts were flimsy enough to be blown away by a few strong gusts of wind, they were still a dwelling that had some thought put into it.

Their party, with their conspicuously large Jumping Rabbits, attracted many eyes upon arrival, yet the locals seemed particularly wary of strangers.

As they approached, doors were shut, and the people only dared to peek at them through the cracks.

Mu Ying furrowed her brow; the situation did not seem to be what she had expected.

These people were too timid; it did not seem like they were welcoming them at all.

The message of their coming should have already spread on the forums.

She believed that her territory was well-regarded, so why would it inspire fear?

Even if they were not welcome, they at least wouldn’t be afraid to take a proper look.

“Everyone, stick close to the carriage, and be careful!”

The others also sensed something was amiss.

“Uncle!” Guan Hai spotted someone he knew, but his acquaintance hid behind the door, “Uncle, open up, it’s me, Hai!”

There was no response from inside the door.

“Uncle!”

After a while, a faint voice came from inside the door, “Ah Hai, stop knocking and run quickly, someone’s after you!”

Guan Hai was startled and reacted quickly, “Sorry, old man, I made a mistake.

You look a bit like my uncle, but as soon as I heard the voice, I knew I was wrong.”

He returned to the vicinity of the ox cart and relayed his uncle’s words to Mu Ying.

“We should retreat,” Mu Ying decided decisively.

Although she did not know who was after them, whoever it was, they had intimidated so many people from contacting them.

They must be a local power to be reckoned with.

The enemy was concealed while she was exposed.

As the number one person on the level ranking list, everyone knew her.

If they dared to go after them, they either overestimated themselves or were prepared.

A direct confrontation might lead to falling into the enemy’s trap.

“Guan Hai, take a few people and get your uncle out.

I’m afraid they’ll hold him accountable after we pull back,” Mu Ying instructed.

“Yes!”

Guan Hai breathed a sigh of relief.

He was quite worried, but the Lord was thoughtful.

This time he brought two barbarians with him and went straight for the door, chopping it down in two strokes.

“Uncle, come with us.

Don’t worry, our Lord is a big shot, she’ll definitely pull us through,” he said, lifting his uncle and running off.

“Ouch, I can’t carry him!

Shunzi, help me!” Guan Hai ran a few steps with bluster, then faltered.

Niu Shun took over with displeasure, “Uncle, my apologies.”

Uncle Guan: ...

You have already lifted me, what can I say?

Sigh, it’s good to run!

Mu Ying and the others retreated to a small hill on the other side of Chunan Camp, from where they could get a rough view of the camp.

“Let’s camp here for now,” the group stopped, and Mu Ying stood atop the ox cart, looking down at Chunan Camp below the hill.

That glance revealed issues.

Chunan Camp was the same size as Spirit Dragon Gorge Camp, with a similar interior structure, in the uniform style of the No Master Camps, entering into a large square.

The square at Spirit Dragon Gorge was bustling with tents and people, while the square at Chunan was desolate, without a single person in sight.

Moreover, the fortifications at the camp’s entrance were too complicated.

Layers of spiked fences encircled the camp’s entrance, with six or seven arrow towers inside; although rudimentary and not too tall, they were still quite intimidating.

Mu Ying had her suspicions, “Uncle, has Chunan Camp’s gate been occupied by others?

You didn’t avoid entering the camp because you didn’t want to, but because you couldn’t, right?”

“Yes, they came from who knows where.

Definitely not locals from Chunan.

All fierce and menacing, they kill without batting an eye.

Their arrow technique is extremely accurate.

Shortly after the apocalypse, they took over the camp entrance.

They built arrow towers and demanded double the payment for entry.

They built huts outside the camp and rented them to us.

They also took our relatives and friends as hostages.

Those without ties managed to run, but the next day, their bodies would be hanging on the arrow towers.

No one dares to disobey.

Luckily, there aren’t many dangers nearby, we can still cultivate the land barely, and with some effort hunting in the forest, we manage to avoid starvation,” lamented Uncle Guan with a face full of sorrow.

“How many of them are there, and what are they called?” Mu Ying inquired further.

“Initially, there were just over thirty people, but then more joined them.

I’d estimate there are over fifty by now.

As for names, I don’t know many, just that the leader is called Brother Hu—an achiever in the top ten of the warrior’s rankings, probably that Liu Hu, a level 4 Wanderer, with an arrow technique that’s divinely skilled.”

“Girl, I know your Lord is number one in terms of level, but she falls short compared to him on the warrior’s rankings.

Just having a high level doesn’t mean her combat ability is sufficient; she definitely can’t beat him.

Moreover, they’ve got a few well-known figures on their side.

Even though you haven’t stepped into the trap they prepared, you’d be shot before even reaching the gates of the territory.

You should run while they haven’t chased you yet.

Otherwise, a pretty young girl like you...

you’re likely to suffer!”

Guan Hai still didn’t believe they could handle Brother Hu and his group.

Not only because of the difference in strength but also in numbers!

“Old man, you worry too much.

I am first on the warrior’s rankings, and if I can’t defeat her, who’s the one you referred to as the number one in level ranking?

However, few know that I’m also in Qingshan Village,” Huo Shaobai touched his nose, candidly admitting his shortcomings.