Warlords: Rising from the Northwest Border and Sweeping Across the Powers

Du Xiao secretly thought that this was not good. The other side had too many people and their equipment and firepower were overwhelming. Once any conflict occurred, he and his dozen or so brothers would probably not even have the room to resist. But he couldn't just sit there and wait to die.

Du Xiao could see Liu Yushu's face clearly at this time. There had always been a grudge between the two of them. Previously, when Liu Yushu was transporting food across the Gobi Desert, he almost died at the hands of these bandits. Although he didn't know what the relationship between Liu Yushu and the officer in front of him was, Du Xiao's heart sank.

Just when Du Xiao was getting anxious like an ant on a hot pot and didn't know what to do, Christie, who looked like an aristocrat, stepped forward and walked up to Xue Ding with an arrogant look. She looked at the colonel rank on Xue Ding's uniform and then slowly said, "Do you know who I am? I am the heir to the title of the great Viscount family of the English Empire. Viscount Christie, tell your men to put down their guns and get out of here immediately."

Christie's domineering attitude was like that of a wealthy family ordering their servants.

Xue Ding was almost laughed out of anger by the other party. He was just a foreigner, but he dared to show off in front of him by relying on his status.

From this we can see to what an elevated status foreigners have enjoyed in China today. Of course, the fundamental reason for this situation is that China is constantly plagued by disputes and its national strength is weak, so it can only temporarily endure the humiliation from the great powers.

Christie looked at Xue Ding triumphantly. In his imagination, after learning his identity, these Chinese warlords' troops would worship him like an ancestor and would not dare to harm him in the slightest.

Du Xiao also breathed a sigh of relief. Damn it, being a foreigner is really useful in China. It almost scared me to death.

Under Christie's arrogant gaze, Schrodinger strode forward, and in full view of everyone, a loud applause rang out.

Christie was slapped by Xue Ding and spun around twice on the spot. She screamed, covered her left cheek, and fell to the ground with an expression of disbelief.

Isn't this how the plot should be played? Christie was a little confused for a moment. As a noble of the Ingrid Empire, the leaders of the Chinese warlords were always polite to her. How could this little colonel dare to attack her directly?

"You damned yellow monkey! How dare you beat up the nobles of the English Empire! Just wait, you will pay the price for your stupid behavior. Because of your impulsiveness, the entire English Empire will hate China! Relations will deteriorate sharply!"

Xue Ding sneered, picked up Christie with one hand, and slapped her again, this time on the right cheek.

"Do you think you are so noble? You ignorant white pig, your God should have taught you that if someone hits you on the left cheek, you should raise your right cheek and let others slap you again."

Schrodinger spoke these words in standard English. For Schrodinger, a top student from the Kruger Military Academy, English is just one of the necessary basic skills.

"Come here, take these bandits out and shoot them. Also, strip this foreign devil naked and throw him into the Gobi Desert to feed the wolves!"

"Yes, Brigadier!"

Du Xiao knelt on the ground with a plop, kowtowed and said, "Sir, we were blind and offended you, but you can't take our lives for no reason. You have to give us an explanation."

Xue Ding sneered and said, "Just because you are a bandit who has committed all kinds of evil, I have to kill you. If you were in the territory of our Northwest Revolutionary Army, people like you would have gone to hell long ago. Follow my orders!"

It was not until he was pinned to the ground by the soldiers of the guard platoon that Du Xiao realized that this was a unit of the Northwest Revolutionary Army. He immediately looked as pale as death.

The Northwest Revolutionary Army was well-known for their hatred of evil, and when they encountered bandits like him, they would usually send them to reincarnation on the spot.

Some of the bandits even tried to resist, but were shot dead on the spot by the soldiers of the guard platoon.

A total of eighteen bandits knelt in a row with their heads in their hands not far from the ruined temple, trembling and waiting for the judgment from Schrodinger.

"Kill them!"

After a burst of intensive gunfire, the bandits were shot to death one by one and fell in a pool of blood, which marked the end of their sinful lives.

Unlike those bandits who occupy the mountains and act as kings, those people may have been forced to become bandits in the mountains due to the pressure of life.

Most of these bandits roaming around in the Gobi Desert are extremely vicious and desperate criminals with human lives on their hands, which is why they hide in places like the Gobi Desert.

The sound of gunfire quickly alarmed the large army. Guard battalion commander He Dong hurriedly led his men over. After seeing that Xue Ding was safe and sound, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Not far away, Christie collapsed on the ground, a large pool of yellow urine seeping out of her crotch, soaking the ground under her buttocks.

As a trader who had lived in Linzhou for many years and made a living by reselling stolen Chinese cultural relics, he had heard of the reputation of the Northwest Revolutionary Army. If it had been any other warlord army, he might have been able to escape, but the people of the Northwest Revolutionary Army obviously did not buy into his status as an English noble, and it seemed that he was doomed today.

Seeing several soldiers approaching her and violently tearing her clothes, Christie shouted in embarrassment, "Please, let me go! I can give you money, lots of money!"

Xue Ding waved his hand, signaling his soldiers to stop, and stood in front of Christie and asked, "I ask, you answer. If you dare to tell a lie, I will skin you alive!"

Schrodinger's murderous look made Christie shudder involuntarily and nodded subconsciously.

"What is your purpose in hiring these bandits to come to the Gobi Desert?"

"For the Buddha heads and murals in the ancient Buddhist temple, as long as we can transport them back to Yingli, we can generate extremely high profits."

Xue Ding suddenly realized that this was a time of chaos in China and such things were very common. Strictly speaking, these foreigners were no different from bandits.

Within China, they used all sorts of despicable and shady means to steal large numbers of extremely meaningful cultural relics that represent China's 5,000 years of history and brought them back to the country, making a fortune.

There was murderous intent in Xue Ding's eyes, and he had already sentenced Christie to death in his heart.

"You should use your money to bribe your God. I hate your acts of robbery the most. Come, skin him alive!"

"No, don't! Please, I am not only a noble of the Yingli Empire, but also one of the persons in charge of the Mongolian Railway Project of the Far East Company! I know what you want, and I have specific information about the military aid provided by the Fuso Empire to the Guo Clan!"

Schrodinger showed a look of interest, he didn't expect there would be such an unexpected surprise.

The Northwest Intelligence Bureau also inquired about the relevant information of the second batch of military aid, but the Guo faction had already increased its vigilance, and no more than three high-level people knew the details. The Northwest Intelligence Bureau had no idea about the quantity and delivery route of this batch of aid.

"Tell me, if your answer satisfies me, I will give you a chance to buy your life with money."