Chapter 27: The First Shot Fired! In the Demon Lord's world, facing the enemy...
Chapter 27 The first shot is fired!
Yan Jiuru really didn't expect that he would encounter such a scene when he was just hunting for some meat.
It seems like he has stepped into the enemy's nest?
As a basic militiaman with particularly good training results, he would often go with everyone else to play with the instructor's pistol after training.
At that time, I heard from the instructor that the entire militia was not equipped with pistols.
Regardless of its purpose, that thing is first and foremost a symbol of status. Apart from the military, only the Minister of the Armed Forces, the Director of the Revolutionary Committee, and the Security Department and Public Security Bureau of some large factories are equipped with pistols.
Their militia instructor also came from the county armed forces department, which is why they have this.
Others don't have the qualifications openly, so it's hard to say in private.
If the above are just speculations, there is no need to guess anything when you see the other party's actions.
He saw the light and shadow flickering, and four people quickly flashed out of the cave, all holding pistols, and rushed towards him without saying a word.
Would a good person do this?!
Maybe he was heading straight for the cave, and his goal was too clear, so the other party mistakenly thought he had discovered something, so without any hypocritical formalities, they pointed their guns at him directly without any nonsense.
The two sides were in a stalemate for a moment, and the leader of the other side, a man with an extremely ordinary face who would soon be blurred in the crowd, was about to raise his hand to issue an order...
"Bang!"
“Bang, bang, bang!”
“Bang, bang!”
After a burst of fierce gunfire, Yan Jiuru hid sideways beside the cave entrance on the mountain wall, with four people lying on the ground in front of him.
"F*ck, you're the first one who dares to shoot me!
You're so fucking brave!
If I don’t die, you wait!”
Even when he was lying on the ground, he was still gritting his teeth and cursing at him. It seemed that he would not die for the time being.
Yan Jiuru was too lazy to even roll his eyes at the other person.
It was obvious that they were planning to use their numbers to bully the minority and kill people to silence them. He had a gun and bullets in his hands, so why should he cooperate with them?
Why do you have to wait for the other party to make the first move when you can take the initiative?
In the Demon Lord's world, when facing an enemy, one always kills first as a sign of respect!
"Dahuang, go and bring all the guns to me!" He called out to Dahuang softly.
This dog is quite smart. As soon as he realized something was wrong, he gestured to it to hide. Now it was crawling towards him quietly.
He didn't know if his father and the others would come over after hearing the gunshots, but there was still one person in the cave, and he couldn't distract himself to confiscate the weapons of these four people.
To avoid being attacked by surprise.
Dahuang was indeed good. He was not scared by the gunshots. After receiving the order, he rushed over immediately, grabbed a fallen pistol and threw it to him, then went to pick up a few others.
Yan Jiuru quickly pressed a few acupuncture points on his injured leg and side waist to stop the bleeding, slowly squatted down, moved the gun over with his foot, took a quick look, and found that the bullet was on his waist.
***
"It's still too weak."
When encountering such a situation, he needs to keep one or two people alive, but the other party comes up to kill them. It is not a fair choice, otherwise he will not be injured.
He first used his spiritual sense to suppress the other party, but he had to be extremely careful not to turn the other party into an idiot, otherwise what would people think after he handed the person over?
This is very troublesome.
In addition, the enemy had many people and were scattered around, so he had to turn his body when firing bursts of fire from his semi-automatic rifle. He didn't expect that there were people in the cave shooting at him from a distance!
Fortunately, he dodged the attack and the injury was not fatal.
At this moment, he could "see" with his spiritual sense that the other party was hiding beside the stone wall diagonally opposite the cave. The other party did not dare to come out easily. He only had four bullets left in his rifle and less than ten bullets in total in his pistol, so he had to be cautious.
Fortunately, during the stalemate, his father heard the wrong gunshot and rushed over.
"Jiuru~"
When Yan Jiuru heard the voice, he immediately gestured to his father.
If the other party shot from the cave, the direction his father came from would also be within the shooting range. The range of a pistol is fifty to one hundred meters, so his father couldn't get too close.
He pulled out a pistol and gestured to his father. The old man was stunned. He thought he had encountered a pack of wolves or something, but he didn't expect that someone was carrying a pistol!
This is a big deal!
Yan Jiuru pointed to the ground, stretched out four fingers, then pointed to the cave and stretched out one finger.
His father nodded, but he also saw that his son was injured, so he opened his mouth and wanted to ask something.
Yan Jiuru raised his rifle and stretched out three fingers, telling him not to worry and to go and report the news quickly.
His father took a deep breath. His son was not in danger for the time being. Fortunately, there were still the second son and the others. He should hurry up and deliver the letter.
***
While keeping an eye on the people in the cave, Yan Jiuru was thinking: It would be great if there were grenades. I could just throw one in. Even if it doesn't kill him, it would give him a few minutes to exploit the opportunity.
The means are still too poor...
He originally thought he was a hunter, a farmer, a wife, and a child, but he never expected to have to fight with firepower. If he had known this, he would have developed a self-defense weapon earlier.
Unfortunately, there is no medicine for regret for the Demon Lord.
Yan Jiuru rested for a while, picked up a stone and threw it into the cave.
"Pah~"
The other party quickly fired a shot!
Throw another stone.
"Pah~"
The other party fired another shot.
It seems that there is enough ammunition.
Yan Jiuru even had some doubts about who the other person was.
Usually, enemy spies are alone, rarely in such a group. Moreover, they were so eager to silence him, it seemed that they were very nervous about this cave. . . .
Yan Jiuru looked around again: This place is already deep in the mountains, at least a hundred miles away, and after climbing over two more mountains, it will be the next province.
The next province?
Thinking of this, Yan Jiuru couldn't help but frown: If he remembered correctly, the garrison near their county had been transferred to the neighboring province. He didn't know where exactly it was, a military secret, but it seemed that this force was guarding a research institute...
Yan Jiuru couldn't help but look stern, hoping that it wasn't what he thought.
"Let's make a quick decision."
Yan Jiuru mobilized his spiritual sense, slowly harassing the opponent to test his endurance, then concentrated a trace of spiritual sense and stabbed him fiercely. Taking advantage of the moment when the opponent's brain was blank, he flew into the cave and knocked the opponent unconscious with the butt of his gun.
He removed the jaw, arms, untied the opponent's belt, tied his hands and feet in a knot that would make a cow suffocate, and even tore a piece of cloth to blindfold the opponent.
It's not that he is doing this in vain, but based on his own experience as a demon lord, some people can convey information with their eyes.
He completed these actions in one go, then dragged the man out and tied up the other four people in the same way, only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.
***
After a short rest, he asked Da Huang to watch at the cave entrance while he turned on the flashlight and went inside to check:
The place we just entered was a small activity space. There was a simple stone stove and a pile of dry firewood on the inner side. It looked no different from an ordinary hunter's resting place. However, there was a small box of bullets placed next to the stone wall.
No wonder, there is indeed plenty of ammunition.
Fortunately, he didn't fight with the other party for many bullets.
Yan Jiuru turned around a big rock, and what happened next was very unusual.
Behind the big rock there is a small iron pot with two handles and a few backpacks.
He checked and found refined white rice, white flour, and tin cans inside!
This is really not something that ordinary people can eat.
He picked up a tin can and took a look. It was covered with foreign words. Fortunately, he had learned English for a while in high school and could recognize the words US and MEAT on it. It turned out to be American!
He put down the can and shone the flashlight around. Not far away, he saw a natural stone bed with two helmets on it.
He picked it up and flicked it with his finger, and from the sound it was a helmet!
We don’t have this thing in our country.
What luck he has! No wonder the other party came up to him and tried to silence him without saying anything!
Tsk tsk!
He scanned the area and found a small, hidden box behind the stone bed. Hmm? Is this a radio? And two blueprints underneath?
He picked it up, looked at it for a few seconds, and put it down immediately.
This thing is not something he can see. There is no benefit in knowing too much.
He stepped back and sat down against the entrance of the cave.
Although the bleeding was stopped by acupuncture, it was impossible to stop the bleeding completely. At this time, he felt a little blood loss.
Yan Jiuru picked up the kettle on his back and drank a pot of light salt and sugar water in gulps. He also ate three pancakes, and the feeling of dizziness and lightheadedness finally subsided.
“Big Brother!”
"Big Brother~"
When he heard the muffled shouts, he noticed that his second uncle and two younger brothers were hiding far away below, looking at him with concern.
Yan Jiuru waved at them and waited for them to approach cautiously.
"Brother, are you hurt?" It was the first time for the two younger brothers to face this situation, and both boys started crying.
"Jiuru, how are you? Your second uncle will carry you back to see your wound!" His second uncle came up to carry him.
Yan Jiuru quickly waved his hands, "I'm fine, don't worry. By the way, are there any pheasants?"
"have!"
While picking mushrooms, they also shot several pheasants and rabbits.
The third brother was even smarter and ran back, and soon brought him a pheasant.
"Brother, this chicken is not dead yet and can drink its blood." He saw that his brother had lost a lot of blood and his clothes were all bloody, and felt that his brother might be dying soon.
Thank you, and for drinking chicken blood...
Yan Jiuru took a deep breath and said, "Pull out some chicken feathers for me."
"Brother, is it a chicken feather letter?"
Yan Jiuru nodded.
Uncle Yan and Rushan looked at each other: It seems something big has happened!
Even children of a few years old know about the chicken feather letter during the war!
Yan Jiuru tore off a piece of his blood-stained collar and asked his second uncle to drag a wounded guy over. He wrote a few simple words on the collar with the other person's blood on his hands.
Once dry, roll it up and tie three pheasant feathers on it.
"Second Uncle, do you still remember the way down the mountain?"
"Uncle, remember, Jiuru, are you okay? I'll carry you down the mountain first."
Yan Jiuru shook his head. "This matter is a bit urgent. I am worried about them both going down the mountain. Please ask Second Uncle to go down the mountain as soon as possible to find Secretary Chen and hand it over to him personally!"
"Second uncle knows! Don't worry."
"Can you use a pistol?"
Yan Jiuru was worried that he might encounter an accident on the road.
"...I can do it." My second uncle was also a militiaman. Although he had never fired a pistol, all guns were similar.
"Take good care of your big brother!"
Although Uncle Yan was worried about his nephew, he also knew the seriousness of the matter. He carefully put the chicken feather letter in his pocket, put on his pistol, and hurried to deliver the letter.
"Are you two hungry?"
"Brother, stop talking and take a good rest."
Rushan endured it and let his younger brother watch the bad guy on the ground. He went around to find some hemostatic herbs, and used a stone to crush the juice to bandage his elder brother's wound.
He also participated in militia training when he was in school. Although he was not as capable as his older brothers, he also knew some first aid knowledge.
Yan Jiuru did not refuse his brothers' kindness. He also asked his brothers to find some more herbs and simply smear them on the bad guys to prevent them from dying from excessive bleeding.
As for survivors, one more is better than one less.
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