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🎶 pffftttt shluurrrrrrpppppp pffffffft frrrrttttttttt thpttttttttttttt 🎶 ~~~~

So satisfying.

But the smell is really bad. I ate too many radishes at noon today. I have diarrhea. Waidaimao couldn't help but plug his nose. (Waidaimao, the security guard, idk why but he suddenly got a name)

Jiang Hao left the city and watched Waidaimao go into the grove. He glanced around and saw a few broken bricks by the city wall. He walked over quickly to pick up one and slowly approached the grove.

Waidaimao was having a good time when he suddenly felt something behind him. He just turned his head halfway and felt a black shadow coming quickly.

Huh~~

"Pah!"

Jiang Hao swung the half brick in his hand and hit Waidaimao's head hard. Waidaimao groaned in pain and fell to the ground with a plop, pressing on his own poop. His body was in a twisted position and his eyes rolled back.

Is he dead?

Jiang Hao was not sure.

Jiang Hao gritted his teeth. Damn, this is the karma of stealing his wine.

He quickly picked up the gun, put the bullet belt on his back, endured the nausea, bent down and searched the body of Waidaimao, but only found a few copper coins. Poor guy.

Jiang Hao ran away, he couldn't stay here for long. He passed through the grove and plunged into the cornfield, and disappeared.

It was getting dark, but Waidaimao didn't come back. It was past the time to close the city gate. Lao Liu looked at the sky, walked out of the city gate to the grove, and cursed as he walked: "Six, did you fall into the dung heap or your intestines were pulled out? It's time to close the city gate."

Lao Liu walked into the grove cursing and saw Waidaimao lying on the ground unconscious. He knew something was wrong, so he immediately took off his gun and held it in his hand, looking around vigilantly.

"Six~"

"Six brother ~~Is he dead?"

He called out twice in a row, and the man with a crooked hat lay on the ground motionless. Lao Liu was so scared that he quickly retreated and ran back to the city, shouting as he ran: "Oh no, Lao Liu was beaten to death." (Liu-six)

Soon the deputy head of the security group led his soldiers out, dragged Waidaimao back to the city, and called a doctor. After the doctor examined him, he said that the man was hit on the head, but he is not dead yet. It is unknown whether he will wake up. If he needs medicine, he needs to use good medicine.

After the head came over and examined him, he cursed: "Fuck, he was attacked while taking a shit, it's really fucking shameful, and he lost my gun."

"Are you going to save him?" asked the deputy head of the security group.

"Save him, save his grandma's claws, the doctor said that he needs to use some good medicine of ginseng and deer antlers, I have never eaten it, bandage him, and let fate decide whether he lives or dies." The head(of the security guard) said angrily and turned away.

Jiang Hao ran for more than ten miles in one breath, and only breathed a sigh of relief when he got into the sorghum field under the green tent. He sat down on the ground, panting, and it took him a long time to catch his breath.

He was thinking about the man with a crooked hat lying in the shit with his eyes rolled up. He didn't know if he was dead. If he was dead, this would be his second murder.(double kill)

But he felt that he was not that scared.

Touching the gun in his hand, Jiang Hao began to check it. He had checked a lot of information before, and he could tell the origin of this gun at a glance.

Hanyang 88

This gun is about 70% new, not bad, with more than 30 bullets.

Hanyang made is famous in the history of Chinese wars. The Hanyang Type 88 rifle was a Chinese variant of the German Gewehr 88. It was produced from 1895 onwards and was one of the standard rifles of the Chinese Nationalist Army during its 1930's conflict with Japan.

How can I describe this gun? Its performance is not good. It has problems such as difficulty in loading and unloading, poor shell extraction reliability, and easy to explode. The scale is set at 1,800 meters. It is a miracle that it can kill people within 600 meters.

The accuracy is very average, and it is incomparable with the contemporary Mauser 98 and Mosin-Nagant rifles. There is no way. China is poor now. It is good enough for local armed forces to have guns.

This gun must not be seen in the light. Jiang Hao hid this Hanyang-made gun together with the original earthen gun.

The sun set and the sky gradually darkened. Jiang Hao was tired, thirsty and hungry. He had eaten all the cakes long ago, and there was no water around. In the dark night, he did not dare to go around in the green gauze tent. Besides, he did not dare to drink stagnant water for fear of getting sick.

There was a tender sorghum stalk next to him. Jiang Hao broke off one, found the tenderest part, put it in his mouth, chewed and sucked the water inside. It was a little astringent and did not quench thirst, but it was a comfort.

Lying on the ground, looking up at the sky full of stars, his mind was empty beyond the horizon, and his whole body seemed to be floating. This state seemed to have only happened when he was a child, lying on the firewood pile in the village and looking at the stars. When he grew up, the burden of study and life slowly pressed on him, and he didn't have such a time.

"In fact, it's not just the reward at the end of the task, but also the process of completing the task. There's a reward, and a different life experience, hehe."

"It would be best if I'm not hungry."

Sleep, sleep, and I won't be hungry when I sleep. I ate a meal in the morning, a meal at noon, and I didn't eat a meal at night. What's wrong? I won't starve to death.

Stretching his body, listening to the chirping of insects and birds, Jiang Hao really fell asleep.

...

Ring. Ring. Ring.

The donkey started walking, and the bells around its neck jingled.

Today was the third day of the return visit. Jiuer's father came to pick up his daughter. Jiu er sat on the donkey,(damn, on a freaking donkey, is this a punishment lol.) and her father followed behind with his hands behind his back, muttering,

"The Li family is so majestic that they gave us a big black mule~~"

Jiuer's father kept nagging, and Jiuer felt annoyed when she heard it. She slapped the donkey's butt, and the donkey trotted. Her father shouted from behind, "Daughter, why are you running? Slow down."

Jiuer didn't listen, and beat the donkey to run, and soon disappeared.

...

Jiang Hao woke up and found that he had slept well, but he was even hungrier. He was ready to go back to the city, and he couldn't starve to death here.

Pulling the sorghum stalks to go out, he suddenly saw a vine of melon vines in front of him. Jiang Hao came from the countryside, so he could recognize what it was, a melon vine, but he didn't know if there were any melons.

Jiang Hao walked over quickly and searched under the melon vines.

"Haha, there really are some."

Unexpectedly, he actually found a few melons under the melon vines, green-skinned melons, two of which were as big as fists. They smelled fragrant and should be ripe.

It didn't matter if they were not ripe. He was hungry and thirsty now. He had eaten raw melon eggs when he was a child, let alone now. He twisted a handful off, rubbed it on his body, and took a bite.

"So sweet!"

Jiang Hao ate with big mouthfuls. Soon, after two melons were eaten, his emotions thirst and hunger were gone.