After leaving the Gobi Desert, the group found themselves in an oasis and a village.
The oasis is like a piece of warm jade, inlaid on this barren land. Wisps of smoke rise from the villages, giving people a sense of tranquility and peace.
"Boss, a few people have come out of the Gobi Desert. Should we rob them?"
A shifty-eyed man stared at the unshaven man sitting on the tiger skin, his eyes gleaming with greed.
He hunched his neck and leaned forward, looking just like a rat that had smelled blood.
The man sitting on the tiger skin had a fierce look in his eyes, like a hungry wolf hiding in the grass.
His body was covered in muscles, which rippled slightly with his breathing, as if containing endless power. There was some thick hair on his chest, like a tangled patch of grass, which added to his rugged appearance.
"I saw them, there were three women, one of whom wasn't very attractive, but the other two were quite beautiful."
The shifty-eyed man grinned lewdly, revealing a mouthful of uneven, yellow teeth.
As he spoke, he gestured with his hands to describe the figures of the two women, his eyes filled with malicious imagination.
His laughter sounded particularly jarring on the edge of the village, as if shattering the original tranquility of the place.
The other bandits around them burst into laughter upon hearing this, their eyes revealing the same greed and desire.
They whispered among themselves, glancing occasionally toward the Gobi Desert, seemingly eager to pounce and snatch the women away. Their grimy faces were filled with anticipation for the impending plunder.
However, the leader of the gang did not act impulsively. He sat on the tiger-skin chair, leaning slightly forward, his eyes fixed on the five people walking in the distance.
He stroked his unkempt beard with his rough hands, his expression seemingly calm, but his eyes revealed a shrewdness and calculation.
When he saw Lieutenant Chen, his eyes narrowed slightly, and two sharp beams of light shot out from the slits of his eyes.
The uniform worn by Deputy Chen was in the insignia of the Northeast warlords, and the conspicuous logo was particularly glaring in the sunlight.
The leader knew this meant trouble; the warlords of Northeast China were not to be trifled with.
"Boss, the man... this one." The shifty-eyed man made a throat-slitting gesture, his face showing an impatient ferocity.
A cruel glint flashed in his narrow eyes, and a low laugh escaped his throat, as if he could already see the scene of blood splattering.
"Women, huh... Let's do it the old way, how about that?" His greedy gaze intensified, his eyes roaming freely over the women, like a sticky snake crawling over its prey.
He licked his chapped lips with the tip of his tongue, his mind filled with those unbearable images.
The surrounding bandits also joined in the laughter, creating a noisy commotion, their eyes filled with the same lustful desire for the woman.
The chief remained silent, his brow furrowed as he weighed the pros and cons in his mind. On one side was the beautiful woman and his irrepressible desire, and on the other was the potential retaliation from the warlord. He had to make a careful decision.
"Young master, are you tired? Come on up, I'll carry you."
Lieutenant Chen was tall and imposing; when he squatted down, his broad back resembled a small hill.
His face was filled with loyalty and determination, and despite his exhaustion, his eyes still revealed an unquestionable sense of mission.
All his brothers were dead, leaving only him. In his heart, he had to get the young master to the commander-in-chief no matter what.
This was not just a task, but also a belief that sustained him, and he could not allow himself to slack off in the slightest.
Chen Zhiqing glanced at Ma Lihua and softly uttered two words: "No need." His face was stern, revealing a maturity and fortitude beyond his years.
He knew the hardships of the journey and understood Chen's good intentions, but he didn't want to be a weakling who needed to be carried along, otherwise, how would Lihua view him?
Ma Linghua looked at the sand dunes near the village in the distance and said to Deputy Officer Chen, "Sir, fire a shot at that sand dune. I think I see a hyena."
Her eyes were fixed on the sand pile, a hint of tension in her gaze.
"What? Hyenas?" Without saying a word, Lieutenant Chen drew his gun at lightning speed and fired a shot in the direction Ma Linghua was pointing.
His movements were clean and efficient, as if he had practiced these movements countless times.
Deputy Chen was an excellent marksman; Ma Linghua could hit exactly where she pointed without her hand trembling, as if his arm were a precise measuring stick.
He hit the target 100% every time he fired a shot; this was a skill he had honed over many years in the military.
Unexpectedly, a shot was fired, but a miserable scream was heard.
The cry was like a sharp sword, instantly shattering the seemingly peaceful atmosphere.
Everyone was startled by the sudden sound. The composure on Lieutenant Chen's face vanished instantly, replaced by astonishment and fear.
Ma Linghua remained calm, as if she had known all along that there was someone behind the sand pile.
Chen Zhiqing frowned deeply, a sense of foreboding washing over him.
After a moment of silence, the group decided to walk toward the sand pile.
A ragged man rolled out from behind a sand pile. He was covered in sand and had a bloody hole in his thigh from which blood was gushing out.
His face was contorted in pain, his eyes filled with fear and rage. He opened his mouth, trying to speak, but could only utter painful whimpers.
This man was the same shifty-eyed fellow who had said he wanted to touch Deputy Officer Chen and the others' necks.
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