"What’s wrong, you have other ideas, or are you afraid we’re setting up a Hongmen Banquet for you? If you truly have no ill intent, then come in boldly. I can guarantee we won’t make things hard for you. If you’re scared, then please leave on your own, we’ll part on decent terms. Of course, if you plan on playing some other tricks, hmph, I advise you to drop that thought as soon as possible. Allow me to say something arrogant: this is my turf. If I can plant my roots here, I’m not afraid of anyone coveting it."
Old Xu’s words were quite frank; he laid out both the good and the bad.
It’s just that if the other side had half a brain and took a good look at this staggered setup, they should be able to see through the bluff in Old Xu’s words.
Come on, a village that swears it has gained a foothold here, how could the walls be only half built, and the surroundings of the village so sparse and patchy?
If things really were like that, it could only mean the Survivors’ development here was ridiculously poor.
Unfortunately, the other side clearly hadn’t thought things through that far, and that was understandable; in the current situation, it’d be hard for anyone to pay attention to such details around them.
Old Xu didn’t press further. After finishing that bit of goading just now, he fell silent.
This was what you call knowing when to stop. Goading is a tactic; Old Xu understood perfectly well that too much is as bad as too little.
So he didn’t keep pushing, instead giving the other side enough time to think.
Taking advantage of the moment, Old Xu picked up the hand-held radio and contacted the brothers inside:
"All units report your status. Any sign of the enemy?"
"Nothing on my side!"
"Everything’s normal!"
"No enemy contact!"
"Good! Listen up, everyone. Right now the people outside might be from the army, but we’re not sure yet. I’m planning to bring one of them into the base to question him. They still haven’t given any clear information. During this period, everyone stay on heightened alert and prevent them from sneaking into the base from the flanks! Over!"
The rear team reported their status at just the right time, and at the same time told everyone to stay sharp.
This was very necessary, because up to now, even though all of the other side’s actions could be reasonably explained—
Old Xu still worried this was their way of stalling for time.
Put simply, they were using the "friendly" moves of the few people outside the wall to draw all of his side’s attention.
Then loop around from the flanks and infiltrate the base.
If things really were unfolding the way Old Xu suspected, you’d have to admit the other side really had some skills.
On the surface, what they’d shown so far didn’t look like much, but think it through and it’s not that simple.
Leaving everything else aside, just the number of personnel they sent and how the vehicles were allocated already had tricks in it.
Why is that?
Because they only needed one Dongfeng Warrior mounted with a heavy machine gun to achieve two goals.
First, a show of force, telling everyone in the base: as long as we want to, we can take you down anytime.
Second, while showing force, they didn’t do anything excessive. On the contrary, they very amicably brought up their "military" identity and conveniently made a request.
That way, not only did they use their firepower to grab the base’s full attention, they also created an opening to flip the table later.
As long as you dare refuse my request, I’ll make a move on you.
But if they’re asking for help with that kind of mindset and attitude, do you dare agree?
If you agree, aren’t you basically inviting a wolf into your house?