Cosma Empire

For a week, more and more people poured into this camp, and then disappeared in the Yagur Mountain Range in a blink of an eye, and some people began to come out of the mountain range one after another.

Everyone felt that something was wrong, and what was wrong was that there were always some unfamiliar faces hiding in the places that had to be passed to and from the Death Eye Basin. As long as someone came back, they would violently kill people.

It wasn't just Old John who felt something was wrong, many gold diggers felt something was wrong.

On the weekend of the second week, the very famous and well-known gold diggers in the entire camp gathered together, and invited more old gold diggers to discuss what happened recently.

Old John also belonged to the kind of old gold digger with a little reputation. He was a well-known lone wolf in the East District, so he was naturally invited.

In fact, this meeting affected not only the hearts of the invitees, but also the entire group of gold diggers. Even the gunshots in the Yagur Mountains stopped for the whole night.

Sitting in a small valley, twenty very famous gold diggers have already arrived at the scene. They are standing at the bottom of the valley. The whole valley is like a Colosseum, a huge natural funnel, and others are crowded in on the hill.

After the horse was tied up, Old John held the pocket on his thigh with one hand, and walked slowly down. He didn't want others to find out that his injury hadn't fully healed, and an injured lone wolf meant greater risks.

He can only rely on the strength of his arm to drive the broken leg, making himself look not seriously injured, which can effectively avoid some avoidable battles.

He found a stone and sat down, subconsciously took out a wine jug from his body and took a sip. The strong alcohol, like a flame, dispelled the chill in his body and relieved some tension.

"John!"

Accompanied by hearty laughter, someone called his name, and he turned around in response, with a smile on his face.

Outside the West, the upper class despises the middle class and the lower proletariat, the middle class despises the lower class and the proletariat, the lower class continues to despise the proletariat, and the proletariat despises the elegant.

In the west, here, there are also many chains of contempt.

When Wei of the Western Mining Association once ruled this land, the Western Mining Association was the organization at the top of the chain of contempt. Whether it was those giant mining groups, or various speculators and gold diggers, they were all object of their contempt.

But with the demise of the Western Mining Association,

The gold diggers began to gather towards Mount Yagur, and a new chain of contempt was born here.

Gold diggers despise everything, whether they are mining groups or major forces, they are all downstream of gold diggers, because these people must abide by the unspoken rules agreed by gold diggers here, so they are the top of the chain of contempt.

But if there are any new links added to the chain of contempt recently, it must be those new forces and new gold diggers who gathered because of the discovery of gold mines in the Death Eye Basin.

None of them have been baptized by the Western Mining Association and the big capitalists. For old gold diggers like Old John who have been in the west for more than ten years, they are not gold diggers at all, but speculators at most.

In the face of these speculators who claimed to be gold diggers, Old John never pretended.

The people who greeted him behind him obviously belonged to the original group, and they were all in the same link.

The man who came was called Haimer, and he had a brother, but his brother died in a duel, which was a sad thing. Highmore has since become more threatening and aggressive, possibly because of his brother's death.

He was friends with Old John, the same group of gold diggers who had come out West and made some small fortunes.

"I knew I would see you..." He threw the wine jug in his hand, and the thin Haimer caught it casually, unscrewed the lid, took a sip, and then drank more I took a sip.

In just a moment, Haimo breathed out the smell of alcohol, his face turned red, "It seems that you have made a lot of money recently, and the wine is good." He walked up to Old John and sat down, returning the jug to the old man. john.

Here in the hell out west, every gold digger has three treasures.

The first treasure is their weapons and bullets, which are the must-haves for survival in the West, without which leaving town limits is tantamount to dying.

The second treasure is hip flasks. There will be three to five hip flasks hanging on their bodies and saddles. If the weather is cold, there will be more. This thing can not only provide some heat in winter, but also help them fall asleep quickly in summer. Wounds can also be cleaned if necessary.

The third treasure is their mounts. There is no good horse here that can't catch up with those money bags that can run, and can't escape the enemy's bullets.

Old John wiped the spout of the jug, screwed the lid back on and put it in his pocket properly, "What about you, have you caught anything recently?"

Haimo chuckled twice and made a hand gesture. This is a code word unique to the gold digger group, which means a big harvest.

Don't tell people how much money you have. This is one of the rules that people who live in the West must abide by.

If you talk less, you may miss some opportunities, and if you talk too much, some people will be jealous.

"What do you think they asked us to do?" Highmore asked.

Old John touched the gun in the holster and snorted twice, "What else can you do, haven't you noticed that we have more and more new faces here."

A new face means more strangers pouring in here, which is actually a scary phenomenon, because if there is only one new face in every ten people, most people will hardly notice it.

But when there are two or three strangers in every ten people, they will not realize that there is a stranger.

Only when this ratio is larger, people will find that there are many strangers around them. This is because the number of strangers around them far exceeds the number of people they are familiar with!

New faces, strangers, these new players who don't know how to join the game willfully break the rules of the game here. Old John has been sniped on the way back and has already found that something is wrong.

These people always appear in groups of twos and threes, which is different from the previous style, and these people don't go deep into the basin, they just loot the gold diggers returning to the city from the periphery. They are not gold diggers at all, but robbers!

These people are too ignorant of the rules, so the purpose of this gathering is to tell these newcomers that they must abide by the rules of the camp.

If you want money, you can go to the depths of the mountains to exchange your life, instead of hiding and shooting coldly on the way back to the city like girls.

Moreover, large-scale forces are not allowed here!

Haimer shook his head, "We should teach those newcomers some lessons, let them know who to listen to here."

"So we're here." Old John was also positive about this.

If there are no rules, these hundreds of thousands of gold diggers will eventually become tools to be used and finally become dust.

Why didn't a certain huge force appear among the more than 200,000 gold diggers in the previous camp?

In fact, it is very simple. When some people start to form a group, others will be forced to spontaneously form a group. When most people choose to appear in front of people in a collective way, the conflicts and hatreds that may only belong to two people , it will escalate into hatred between the two groups.

Between new and old hatreds, there will always be large organizational forces, which will have conflicts, collisions or even wars due to some actually very simple problems, and eventually disappear into the wild.

After the final decisive victory of several largest groups, those lone wolves will have no soil to survive, and at the same time, the benefits obtained by each gold digger will be diluted.

After all, they are organized people, and maybe the organization has fought with other forces when it solves personal problems for some people, so shouldn't more benefits be given to the upper echelons of the organization?

In the end, these gold diggers will repeat the old ways outside. Most people are oppressed and exploited, and a few people who don’t need to take risks gain fame and wealth. Classes and conflicts will naturally arise. In the end, they will be completely enslaved and eliminated by major mining groups and forces. .

Therefore, any large-scale associations are not allowed here, and no one cares about three or two people, but more will not work.

To be honest, it's stupid to do this. It seems to give everyone a sense of fairness and justice, but it also limits one's own abilities.

Because the best, and the dumbest, there's really no difference, but people like that.

When the two were talking, the valley was almost full, and almost everyone with a little bit of fame was invited here. The twenty most famous gold diggers at the bottom of the valley made a gesture, Some prospectors began to block the roads into the valley, and checked the surroundings for uninvited people.

After more than ten minutes, a guy named Hawkeye, who is very famous in the group of gold diggers, stood up, "I believe the reason why we called everyone here, you should already know some reasons..."

This guy's marksmanship is very accurate. With a shotgun with a range of only 120 meters, he can hit a rabbit 150 meters away. He may not be the most accurate, but he is the most famous.

With such a sentence, the gold diggers on the hillside nodded one after another. As for whether they really knew, they had to ask the flagon in their hands.

"Those newcomers have trampled on the rules we have maintained here for six years and destroyed the peaceful atmosphere here. They never dig the ore out of the ground with their own hands, but snatch it from our hands with bullets."

"We can't keep silent, it will only fuel their arrogance, we have to fight back!"

When a few men say something like a declaration of war in front of a large group of drunk men, the effect must be very good.

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