Anti-War Game: Starting from Normandy Campaign-Chapter 610 - 293: The Dazed Bandits
"Looks like there have been bandits here to scout."
Fang Ming felt a sinking feeling in his heart as he looked at the tracks on the ground and the marks on the trees.
Although a lot had been cleared, it seemed unchanged on the surface.
But it couldn’t fool the eyes of Fang Ming and the over a hundred thousand Blue Star viewers in the livestream.
After all, this was just a small village.
With not many people, so no wonder they didn’t take it seriously.
They just did a simple cleanup of the tracks.
Fang Ming instructed two young lads to call people over while he went to search the area.
But he didn’t find any bandit scouts.
Obviously, being daytime, the scouts wouldn’t dare be too blatant.
However, he did notice some traces of movement.
Following the direction.
Fang Ming recalled the two bandit-labeled peaks he saw when descending from the sky. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂
This direction should lead to the bandit lair known as Black Wolf Mountain.
He just didn’t know how many there were.
Fang Ming pondered for a moment, analyzing intelligence with the chatroom viewers.
By the time he returned to the woods.
The village militia had already gathered there, all grimly discussing the tracks.
After all, villages targeted by bandits rarely meet a good end.
Seeing Fang Ming return, everyone breathed a sigh of relief and gathered around him:
"Captain, what should we do?"
"Should we ambush the bandits?"
"Do we need to call for reinforcements from the town?"
Watching as everyone chimed in, Fang Ming gestured for silence and spoke:
"I traced the tracks, and it’s towards Black Wolf Mountain."
"It should be the bandits from that area."
Upon hearing this, though everyone’s faces remained grim, they seemed slightly relieved, and an older militiaman spoke up:
"If it’s Black Wolf Mountain, that’s manageable."
"This group of bandits used to be just over a dozen people, but last year they inexplicably grew several times over, somehow getting hold of many guns."
"I heard now they have a few dozen people."
"The town forces could handle them, but us here..."
As he finished, the surrounding militiamen furrowed their brows.
Indeed.
Even though there are dozens of them now, it’s unlikely the bandits would all attack, but even if only half come, they’d outnumber us significantly.
These bandits wouldn’t dare attack towns, but they certainly wouldn’t spare small villages like ours.
The problem is, we don’t know when they might come.
Even if we wanted to call for help, it’s not feasible.
We can’t have the town forces stay here indefinitely, what about other places?
You can’t constantly guard against thieves.
But since they’ve scouted, they are sure to return.
We just hope it’s not their final reconnaissance, thought Fang Ming, as he said:
"Let’s set some traps first."
"Tonight, I’ll stand guard with some people to see if we can catch a scout."
"Also, we need someone swift, make sure they eat early and well these days."
"If we capture a scout, go immediately to the town to report, the rest prepare for battle."
"Once the bandits realize a scout hasn’t returned, they might come."
This isn’t baseless, since they only have a few dozen men, and capturing a scout would expose some of their lair’s details.
Paths, secret routes, and such.
In the past, bandit occupation deterred anyone from entering the mountains, with bandit patrols around.
They could wield control over Black Wolf Mountain and terrorize the area.
But if a scout is caught...even if it means a full assault, they must retrieve him.
Because they can’t risk this small village interrogating and informing higher-ups; if they do, word would reach the township, and everyone would know.
Then the Black Wolf Mountain lair would be finished.
So if they find out a scout is caught, they will certainly attack fiercely.
We just need to hold out until the town forces arrive.
Otherwise, constantly being targeted by bandits is not a solution.
Upon hearing Fang Ming’s plan, no one objected, and they quickly got to work.
Meanwhile, Fang Ming found several suitable ambush points based on the surroundings, placing two people at each spot to strike quickly then retreat.
If these ambush points are used effectively, accurately executed, we could take out seven or eight men in one go.
Fang Ming supervised as everyone started setting traps.
Soon.
As night fell.
Everyone was ready, but no bandit scouts appeared.
While it was a relief.
They couldn’t let their guard down, and not until the night passed without incident did Fang Ming lead people to continue setting more traps while the bandits wouldn’t dare come during the day.
The village’s atmosphere grew tense.
Two days later, just as the sun set.
The militia hidden in the trees suddenly heard rustling from the woods, sounds of someone walking through the forest undergrowth.
Everyone became alert instantly.
In the moonlight.
They saw two bandit scouts sneakily peering toward the village.
One of the bandit scouts below just reached a tree, preparing to climb, but as he stepped forward, he fell into a pit.
"Ah——!!!"
"It’s an ambush!"
The other bandit froze, instinctively blowing a whistle, but a large net suddenly dropped over his head.
The whistle stopped abruptly after just one sound.
Fang Ming quickly leaped down from the tree, landing a punch squarely on the temple of the bandit trapped in the net, knocking him out cold.
The bandit in the pit was also pulled out by other militia.
Only he was in a bit of a sorry state.
Because, to prevent the bandits from resisting, the pit was laden with many sharpened wooden stakes.
