Jiulong Mountain was located in the northern part of Shanxi Province. Although it was not as famous and steep as Taihang Mountain, it was still an easy to defend and difficult to attack place.
Shanxi merchants were famous for their wealth. They had accumulated countless wealth over the past hundreds of years, so it was natural for them to drool and spy on them. Although the bandits in Shanxi were not as famous as the bandits in the northeast and the bandits in Shandong, they were still a local cancer.
It was said that the landlord was rich, and the landlord was rich. Naturally, the landlord was rich. Merchants also liked land. This had been passed down for thousands of years in China, and it had not changed even now.
The income of bandits was nothing more than kidnapping and robbery. The bandits 'lair on Nine Dragon Mountain was no exception. It was just that their days had not been good recently.
If someone could have a bird's eye view from the sky, they would definitely be able to see a mountain range spiraling up. It was majestic and majestic, and Dragon Head Village was located right at the head of the mountain. Not only was it easy to defend and difficult to attack, but it was also very well-hidden.
Since ancient times, it had been said that men sold their lives and women sold their bodies. Although the profession of bandits was not as old as the above two, it was not much different.
Li Zihao's family had been bandits for generations. Not long ago, his father had died in the hands of the Japanese. Nearly a thousand of his men had suffered casualties of three to four hundred people. Li Zihao himself had also fallen off his horse.
Although the large group of people had returned to Dragon Head Stronghold, after a rough calculation, there were only about 300 brothers left. The others were scared out of their wits by the Japanese and ran away on the road.
There were less than 200 fast guns, and most of them were made in Hanyang with old barrels. Many of the guns even had their rifling almost worn out.
As for the other firearms and cannons, they could only threaten unarmed civilians at most. If they encountered the well-equipped Japanese, it would be a tragedy.
If not for the fact that they were familiar with the terrain, Dragon Head Village would have become history. After all, the terrain here was complicated, and the Japanese naturally did not dare to go deep into it.
Li Zihao was the only son of his father, Li Dayong. Naturally, he was the chief of Dragon Head Mountain. Of course, no one could threaten his position.
Wei Yaowen, the only threat, went with his father. The third head, Widow Hua, had no prestige. As for the fourth head, Ma Baotian, he had enough prestige. Unfortunately, he had only been in Dragon Head Mountain for a short time.
Speaking of which, this Fourth Leader was not an ordinary person. He was from the Northwest Army. It was said that he was also a cavalry battalion commander. He was good at horsemanship and had taken the position of Fourth Leader as soon as he arrived at Dragon Head Mountain.
This was not an easy task. As the leader of the bandits, Li Da Yong's horsemanship was not bad either, but he was much worse than Ma Baotian.
In the stronghold, the brothers of Dragon Head Mountain were all dressed in mourning. The body of the chief, Li Da Yong, was placed in the coffin. Li Da Yong only had one son, Li Zi Hao, and no concubines. As for Li Zi Hao's mother, Li Zi Hao had no impression of her at all. He had searched through the memories of the previous Li Zi Hao, but he could not find any clues.
It was said that a child without a mother was like grass. When he thought of his parents in the future and saw Li Da Yong lying in the coffin, he could not help but feel sad.
"Young Master, are you alright?" San Bao, who was beside him, reminded him not to be distracted. Moreover, he felt that the Young Master had become a little strange these few days. Sometimes, he would even mumble to himself. Could it be that he had fallen off his horse and hurt his brain?
"I'm fine. I'm just a little tired." After a few days, Li Zihao finally accepted the truth. Of course, as a transmigrator, he naturally had a cheat. Before he transmigrated, he was playing Hero Company. He did not expect to transmigrate with him.
He had chosen the German technology tree, and the system had given him 100 98K rifles, which was enough to make Longtou Mountain even stronger.
Li Zihao secretly rubbed his numb legs. He had been kneeling for a whole day. Many people had seen his little exercise, but no one said anything. It had been a day. At least they had to be considerate of the Young Master!
Widow Hua picked up the steel broadsword that symbolized the leader of Dragon Head Mountain, which attracted everyone's attention. Of course, no one thought that Widow Hua wanted to seize the throne. Dragon Head Mountain had been run by the Li family for hundreds of years. Unless Li Zihao died, it would not be her turn.
"Zihao, a family can't be without a master for a day, and a country can't be without a ruler for a day. You, Hua Sanniang, I officially recommend you to be the 17th Chief of Dragon Head Mountain.”
Li Zihao took the broadsword from Hua Niang's hands. Good heavens, it was really heavy. It was at least 50 pounds. Seeing Hua Niang's relaxed appearance, Li Zihao, who did not pay much attention, almost lost his grip.
A son inheriting his father's business was a natural thing in China. No one would think it was abnormal. Although Li Zihao was young, he was a qualified young master.
In the village, everyone was looking at Li Zihao, waiting for him to express his stance. It had been many years since Dragon Head Mountain had suffered such a great loss.
Li Zihao raised his broadsword with some difficulty. He swept his gaze across everyone present and slowly said," The Japanese killed my father and hundreds of brothers in the village. I swear I'm not human if I don't take revenge."”
Everyone raised the weapons in their hands and shouted excitedly,"If I don't take revenge, I won't be a human."”
Looking at the slightly raised morale, Li Zihao knew that this was only temporary. To put it bluntly, these people were simply a group of motley crew.
Moreover, if they wanted to fight with the Japanese with just a few broken guns, they would be courting death. They knew the difference between them and the Japanese two days ago. There were less than 500 Japanese, but they were killed when they were ambushed.
From today onwards, Li Zihao had taken the first seat in Dragon Head Mountain. He was the chief, and this also represented a responsibility.
Since God allowed him to return to the Republic of China and even gave him a golden finger, he could not let down God's high hopes.
Li Zihao placed Li Dayong's memorial tablet on the incense table in the Li family's ancestral shrine. The Li family's ancestral shrine was dedicated to the Li family's past generations of family heads. Looking at the memorial tablet on the incense table, Li Zihao felt that his name would be placed on it one day.
Now, Li Zihao also had a mission, which was the rule passed down from generation to generation in the Li family. Only by completing this ceremony could he be considered the chief of Dragon Head Mountain.
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