Xinzhuang, a spacious threshing ground.
The size of this threshing ground should be about as big as two basketball courts. Since it is not the harvest season for cereals, there are hardly any visible on the ground.
At this moment, around the threshing ground, quite a few armed soldiers are standing guard. At strategic high points surrounding it, several gunmen are also lying in ambush.
In the very center of the threshing ground, a fierce-looking middle-aged man is holding a Battle Saber, his eyes never straying from the entrance.
"Tedun, you really are something, General Hauge sent you to find a gold mine, but in the end, you couldn't even handle a Tusi..." At this time, a sissy voice of a man about thirty years old was berating Tedun, who was standing behind him.
"If you can't handle it, then we can only send General Barbaro... How can you be so careless with your work now."
