Looking at the cute little girl in front of him, Zhang Feng couldn't help but gently pinch her round face. The little girl was not happy about this and immediately stretched out her small hand to pinch Zhang Feng's big round face.

  The two people who were pinching each other's faces looked at each other and burst out laughing; the two seemed to have hit it off immediately, Zhang Feng felt a deep affection for this little girl who shared the same fate as him, while Xiao Ping'er also had an inexplicable sense of closeness to her big brother who had saved her.

  The laughter of the two people echoed in the forest at dawn, a six-year-old little girl and a sixteen-year-old young man, two people who were ten years apart but had similar lives met here...

  "Big brother, who are you? Why haven't I seen you in the mountain village before?" Little Bottle asked Zhang Feng blankly.

  "Uh... Big Brother was going up the mountain to find someone, but accidentally got lost and ended up here." Zhang Feng explained, rubbing the little one's head.

  "Oh, then big brother will go to the village with me, and I'll ask Uncle Dafeng to help you." Bao'er patted her still undeveloped chest as a guarantee.

  "Big Wind Uncle?"

  "Yes, Big Wind Uncle is really nice, he often gets me delicious food, except for his beard being a bit prickly... In the whole village, only Big Wind Uncle and Wu Uncle don't dislike me..." Originally still introducing Big Wind Uncle with a happy face, Bao'er's voice gradually became smaller as she thought of her experiences in the village over the past few years, and she couldn't help but feel wronged. Her small face suddenly turned from sunny to cloudy, her little mouth pouting, two golden beans hanging on her long eyelashes, and the eye sockets that had just recovered a bit began to redden again.

  "This... bottle don't cry, it's all because big brother talks too much, it's all because big brother talks too much." As he spoke, Zhang Feng hugged the small bottle and comforted it.

  "Hmph......" With a mischievous grin, Zhang Feng brought out his expertise in making funny faces, recalling how he had escaped punishment from his master many times with his exquisite skills.

  "Hehehe..." The originally scrunched up face of Ping'er also relaxed, and she couldn't help but laugh at Zhang Feng's bizarre appearance.

  Just as the two were frolicking, a group of people came from the direction where the young men had left. The leader was a tall and sturdy man with a thick waist and arm, and a face full of whiskers, looking like Zhang San's reincarnation at first glance.

  "Hey! You big pancake face, let go of our family's bottle!" The big man shouted loudly and rushed forward with a kick. Zhang Feng's face turned red with embarrassment, thinking to himself that he clearly had a dignified and proper bun-like face, how did it become a pancake? Ugh, no, what is this nonsense about having a bun-like face, must have been infected by her at the Drunken Cloud Building that day! Ah, yes! Zhang Feng was still tangled in his thoughts about his facial shape.

  His body instinctively reacted, hugging the bottle and retreating several steps back.

  At this time, Old Liu, who had finished exploring and returned to the agreed meeting place, hurried over in fear that Zhang Feng would get lost again. Just as he arrived, he saw this scene and immediately shouted: "Zhang Feng, quickly bring that little girl over, they are mountain bandits!"

  Zhang Feng, who was sandwiched between the two of them, didn't know what to do. Originally, Zhang Feng wanted to lean towards Old Liu's side, but unexpectedly, the small bottle in his arms saw the big man and excitedly shouted "Uncle Dafeng". This made things difficult for him, with one side being his own sworn brother and the other side being a suspected mountain bandit, who was indeed the "Uncle Dafeng" mentioned by the bottle.

  The big Han glared at Zhang Feng, not daring to move rashly, fearing that Zhang Feng would harm the bottle in his arms. Old Liu, on the other hand, looked at the opponent's superior numbers and did not dare to make a move, fearing that the other side would suddenly take advantage of their numerical superiority. He didn't want to risk his own life in this operation to eradicate bandits.

  The three people stood there in silence, until a small bottle broke the silence between them.

  "Uncle Dafeng, this big brother is a good person, he just saved me!" Xiaoping still thought that her Uncle Dafeng had decided that Zhang Feng was a bad person and quickly explained, but this sentence broke Zhang Feng's contemplation, he hastily hugged Ping'er and flashed to Old Liu's side.

  The people behind the big man saw his actions and immediately wanted to take action, but it was the big man who stretched out his hand to stop them. With so many people taking action, who would be afraid of whom? However, the small bottle is still in their hands, beware of using a treasure to catch a thief.

  Lao Liu let out a sigh of relief and hastily pulled Zhang Feng to leave, he had already exposed himself, at this moment escaping was the best option, fighting two against many was not feasible, the sense of mission could only be considered afterwards.

  Zhang Feng remained motionless, still standing in his original position. He had felt that something was off since earlier. The intelligence report said that this group of mountain bandits were ruthless and cruel, with a history of brutal killings. The garrison troops had failed multiple times to quell the rebellion, and this time they had received a strict order from above: if they encountered the bandits, they must avoid them at all costs, as they were no match for them after all, being new recruits.

  But in the whole world, which mountain bandit's den would have so many dolls? Those few children just now, and the small bottle in his arms, if they were really ruthless mountain bandits, would they leave these children to waste food?

  Moreover, among the group of people in front, except for the leader, a big Han man with some momentum, the others didn't look like mountain bandits at all. On the contrary, they looked like ordinary farmers, holding hoes and iron forks in their hands. This was quite different from the description in the intelligence report. Could it be that there were still some mountain villagers living in the stronghold of the mountain bandits in the North Mountain?

  Zhang Feng thought for half a day but still couldn't figure out what was going on. The small bottle in his arms looked at him blankly, as he hugged his big brother and the Big Wind Uncle opposite him, not understanding what these two people were doing.

  "Captain Zhang, Zhang Feng! What are you thinking? Hurry up and throw down that little girl and let's go quickly. They're not rushing over now, but what if this group of mountain bandits goes crazy and doesn't care about the little girl in your arms charging over? How can we two fight against so many people? Come on, follow me!" Old Liu anxiously pulled Zhang Feng's arm, afraid that he would turn hostile at any moment.

  "Lao Liu, wait a minute, I have a few questions to ask them." Zhang Feng still didn't move, instead persuading Lao Liu to stop.

  "YOU!" Old Liu pointed at Zhang Feng angrily. If it weren't for the hint from above that proved Zhang Feng was clean, he would have thought Zhang Feng was a mole.

  Zhang Feng waved his hand to interrupt what Old Liu was about to say, and put down the small bottle in his arms. He asked the Big Wind Uncle at the mouth of the bottle: "What kind of people are you?"

  Dahan ignored him.

  "Mountain bandits? Ordinary people?" Zhang Feng asked once again.

  Dahan saw that Zhang Feng had no intention of harming Ping'er, and the anger on his face gradually dissipated. He listened to Zhang Feng's question thoughtfully. How could ordinary people think they were mountain bandits? Even people living near North Mountain only knew there were bandits in the mountains but hadn't seen them before. Moreover, this time when they came out to find Ping'er, they didn't bring any weapons, just some farm tools. The two men opposite them, especially the old man, directly pointed it out as if they had confirmed their identities as mountain bandits.

  Tie Feng usually seemed a bit crazy, but he wasn't brainless. Seeing Zhang and Feng's reactions and expressions, which were different from ordinary villagers who came up the mountain...

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