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He shot a disdainful glance at him and scoffed. "You idiot! Can't you see? Did you forget that the leader personally sent over a fat goat this morning? It's mealtime now; what else could it be but lamb?"
With that jab from him, KFC's expression darkened instantly, and he muttered under his breath in complaint. "Alright, alright, you have sharp eyes, I get it! But tell me, aside from this meat, can you see anything else fresh around here?"
The previously relaxed atmosphere suddenly turned tense. McDonald's had a knack for elevating himself while belittling others, which was frankly disappointing and dull.
As KFC mentally cursed McDonald's, he felt the latter persistently poking him with his hand. Furious, he swung his arm and shouted, "Stop poking me! If you have something to say, say it quickly and quit fidgeting!"
To KFC's surprise, instead of stopping, McDonald's became even more animated. Just as KFC was about to rise and slap him across the face, he noticed McDonald's other hand trembling as it pointed forward.
His body shivered, and though he wanted to speak, he found himself frozen in shock, mouth agape but unable to make a sound. Following McDonald's finger, KFC squinted into the distance and soon realized that a group of soldiers was marching toward the camp along a small path.
"Enemy attack!" KFC exclaimed in panic as he grabbed a nearby gong and began banging it with all his might.
The old gong echoed loudly across the entire camp. The bandits, who had been lounging around for too long, were momentarily confused by the commotion, unsure of what was happening.
Just then, the Bandit Leader stepped out of his wooden cabin, his face twisted in anger as he shouted at everyone. "What the hell are you all doing? Grab your weapons; we're going to war!"
The bandits finally remembered that this was a warning of an enemy attack. In a flurry of panic, they hastily picked up their weapons and stumbled toward the wooden walls.
But in that brief delay, John's new recruits had already rushed to the front gate. Armed with wooden shields and ready to charge, they expected to face some resistance.
However, the dilapidated gate collapsed with a thunderous crash before they even had a chance to push against it. John coughed through the dust that was kicked up and sighed helplessly.
What kind of inferior building is this, so easily collapsible? What use would it be if someone came to rob us?
(Robber: We are robbers. Who told you anyone would dare to rob us!)
The Captains below roared as they led their soldiers into the camp.
Charge! Kill them all and take everything!
Maintain formation! Hold your rifles steady, cover each other!
Over a month of training had already ingrained discipline into the new recruits' muscles, and even in the heat of battle, they maintained their basic formation.
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