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Chapter 28, 3rd update
After the event ended, the people around the drill ground gradually dispersed.
As the veterans walked, they continued to discuss the gunfight they had just witnessed.
Some say Mo Qin grew up too fast, some say Zhou Hu is Zhou Hu after all, and some say that this time when they went into the mountains, Li Shuai picked out the most capable people.
But to Liu Gao, these sounds were just muffled thuds.
He was holding the door panel, squatting by the shed, looking as wilted as a frostbitten vegetable.
But then he saw Mo Qin walk over and squat down next to him.
"What is wilting?"
Liu Gao was so angry that he was absolutely furious.
Am I not qualified?
Mo Qin reached out and patted his precious door panel.
"You guard the entrance."
"Otherwise, if we all leave, who will guard the forward camp?"
Liu Gao lowered his head and remained silent.
Mo Qin added, "Besides, you'll exhaust yourself climbing the mountain with that plank. We won't even find the person yet, but we'll have to dig a hole and bury you first."
Liu Gao looked up and glared at him.
"If you're going to comfort someone, then comfort them, but don't go around cursing me."
Mochin's face was stern.
"Then don't look so down."
Liu Gao thought for a long time and finally managed to utter a sentence:
"Then you have to come back."
"Isn't that obvious?"
Mochin stood up. "If you don't come back, who will listen to your bragging?"
Yan Qi, who was standing to the side, finally spoke.
"Don't separate yourself from the door panel."
"I sleep against the shed pillars at night. If I hear any noise, I first push against it and then ask what's going on."
Liu Gao looked up at him and nodded vigorously.
"understood."
Han Shouyi stood not far away, listened to the conversation, and only said one sentence:
"Shut the hell up."
"Those who don't come back, I'll be the one to collect their corpses."
Zhao Tou chimed in from the side:
"Don't you dare curse my apprentice."
"I'm cursing you."
"You have a really sharp tongue."
The two exchanged a few insults, which eased the tense atmosphere in the room slightly.
At this time, the public channel started sending text messages.
[The Head Instructor of 800,000 Lolis in Tokyo: Those Japanese bastards! They're all a bunch of scum who can't stand the light of day!]
[Among all the monkeys on the mountain, my butt is the reddest: And those traitors, don't let me catch them in North Korea. I'll tear them apart one by one if I do.]
[Anonymous: Holy crap? You guys aren't dead?]
[Anonymous: Wasn't it said that the entire escort team was wiped out?]
[The Head Coach of 800,000 Lolis in Tokyo: Screw you, wipe them all out! I'm tough as nails.]
[Among all the monkeys on the mountain, my butt is the reddest: Those Japanese and your traitorous accomplices, they've got a pretty good plan. Too bad they didn't kill your grandpa.]
[Anonymous: What about Shen Weijing?]
After this question was raised, the channel went silent.
The next moment, the two names were spoken simultaneously.
[The Head Coach of Tokyo's 800,000 Lolis: The person isn't dead. Disappointed, aren't you!]
[Among all the monkeys on the mountain, my butt is the reddest: Living on, I'll be a menace for a thousand years!]
The channel exploded.
[Anonymous: Alive?]
[Anonymous: Really?]
[Anonymous: You guys aren't talking nonsense?]
[The head instructor of Tokyo's 800,000 Lolis: Bullshit! We just didn't bring them to Liaodong, but they're not dead.]
[Among all the monkeys on the mountain, my butt is the most popular: There are Japanese scum spreading fake news in the public chat]
[Anonymous: Are there Japanese spies in the public chat?]
[The Head Coach of Tokyo's 800,000 Lolis: There are plenty of opportunists who are in cahoots with them!]
[Among all the monkeys on the mountain, my butt is the reddest: You just wait, you'll see!]
Mo Qin breathed a sigh of relief after reading it.
Shen Weijing is not dead!
It's good that you're still alive!
Wolong's private message popped up at the right time.
[Wolong is from Chengdu: those two bastards are still tough.]
[Wolong is from Chengdu: Your chance has come.]
[Wolong is from Chengdu: The Japanese are definitely still there, and those bastards from the Qingliu Society might pounce on them too. They sent reinforcements before.]
[Wolong is from Chengdu: Don't delay any longer. If you keep dragging this out, not only will news spread, but even what kind of pants he wears will be revealed to others.]
Mo Qin told Lin Jun, who was beside him, what had happened.
Lin Jun looked up at the outside of the camp.
We have to leave tonight.
"Yes. We can't waste time."
"If we had been any slower, there would have been more than one group of enemies in the mountains."
After saying that, she didn't say anything more and turned to pack her things.
After nightfall, Old Ding called a bewildered Mo Qin to the back of the weapons shed.
The sheltered area was sheltered from the wind, so the snow fell sparsely, leaving only a layer of cold white on the ground.
Old Ding reached out and beckoned to Mo Qin, still looking as listless as ever.
"Come on." The implication of a contest couldn't be clearer.
Mo Qin didn't hold back either. He first assumed a stance, then advanced, throwing a punch straight at the old man's chest.
Old Ding didn't flinch, but instead raised his hand and pushed.
Snapped.
Mo Qin's punch went wide, and he also staggered half a step.
Before he could retract his hand, Old Ding's second strike arrived, pressing a palm against his shoulder.
I felt a hidden force seeping in through that hand!
Mo Qin felt a sudden heaviness on his shoulders and took three steps back.
Old Ding looked at him and said, "Again."
The second time, Mochin didn't try to snatch it; he just stuck it on and took it first.
As soon as his fist touched the other's arm, Ding Laozu turned his shoulder and thrust his elbow forward, stopping his fist just in front of the other's chin.
One inch off.
"Again."
The third time, the fourth time, and the fifth time.
Mochin got faster and faster each time, but he still lost every time.
After the sixth strike, Old Ding suddenly stopped moving and stared at him for a long time.
Then he raised his hand and patted him on the back.
"Your body is not what a human being should have."
Mo Qin didn't bother to say anything, but he felt that Old Ding was acting strangely today.
What is Lao Ding trying to do?
Taking a few steps to the side, Old Man Ding continued:
"Logically speaking, if someone like you really mastered the skills, and then started doing evil, I'm afraid no one would be able to stop you."
Upon hearing this, Mo Qin thought to himself, "Judging from his tone, could it be..."
Old Ding looked at Mo Qin and remained silent for a long time before finally finishing the second half of his sentence.
"But I believe you."
Mo Qin was deeply shaken.
At this moment, Old Ding took out a small, tattered booklet from his pocket and tossed it into his arms.
"No name."
"A few simple, clumsy methods for stretching and breathing."
"Go back and practice accordingly. Once you get the hang of it, your punches, kicks, and spear techniques will flow more seamlessly."
Mochin caught it and turned two pages.
The corners of the booklet were worn, and there wasn't much text or even more pictures inside.
But as soon as he saw the actions on those pages, he felt something was off.
It's like a clumsy, slow, yet very stable method of bone setting and breathing.
This booklet feels like an antique; my first impression is that it's very valuable.
Mo Qin was still flipping through the book when Ding Laozu found a spot, squatted down, and started fiddling with the tinderbox.
"If you don't understand, you can ask me."
After carefully putting the booklet away, Mo Qin hurriedly asked, "Why did you give it to me?"
Old Ding did not turn back.
"I find you pleasing to the eye."
"Besides, Zhao the Cripple is teaching you how to shoot, I can't just sit back and watch for nothing."
Mo Qin paused for a moment, then said, "Thanks."
Old Ding scoffed.
Don't give me that.
"Coming back alive is better than anything else."
It's almost midnight.
Numerous torches had been lit near the camp gate, and Zhou Hu was already standing in front of his horse.
He didn't say much, he just checked each item one by one:
He personally inspected the ropes, tinder, dry rations, medicine packets, spare bowstrings, ash powder for navigating in the snow, and even the cloth wrapped around the horseshoes.
Han Shouyi stood to the side, watched for a long time, and then said in a low voice:
"This guy is really risking his life for his work."
Zhao Tou, holding the practice pole, only patted Mo Qin on the shoulder once.
Don't be greedy for guns.
"When you go into the mountains, always keep some strength aside for self-defense."
Mo Qin nodded.
Lin Jun had already mounted his horse, with only a small bag and a short stick hanging behind him.
Yan Qi carried a bow on his back, his eyes constantly scanning the darkness.
Old Ding lagged behind, still moving slowly, not like he was on business, but more like an old man going out for a stroll.
Mo Qin mounted his horse and had just fastened his white wax spear to the saddle when the sound of a clapper came from outside the door.
It's past midnight.
Zhou Hu turned around and glanced at the crowd.
"Walk."
The group left the city.
The road was dark at night, and the snow hadn't melted, so the sound of the horses' hooves was muffled.
For the first mile, no one spoke.
The road was shrouded in darkness, obscured only by the wind, horses, and torches.
After walking another half mile, Zhou Hu pulled on the reins.
"The one in the back."
"come out."
Mochin immediately turned around.
A small horse slowly emerged from the crooked tree by the roadside.
A person sat down immediately, holding a door panel in his arms, with two bundles of dry food tied to his back.
The torchlight flickered, and the face was finally revealed.
Who else could it be but Liu Gao?