Yamafu Military Affairs

Chapter 381 Late Night Snack

"You, you're okay? How is this possible!?"

Seeing that the mountain man was pretending to sleep and faint, the shoe-horn-faced man's face turned pale, and then his right wrist was pinched red by the strong force from the hot five fingers, and his expression was very ferocious.

"Release me!"

Shoe Horn's face was filled with rage. His five fingers trembled, and a sharp knife slipped out of his sleeve. The knife flashed like lightning and slashed directly at the mountain man's neck.

"Humph!"

When the mountain farmer saw that the shoe-horn-faced man failed to get his money and wanted to kill him, he immediately narrowed his eyes, clenched his right hand into a pliers, and pulled it out with his left hand!
The right hand of the man with the shoe-horn face that was trying to take something from the bag twisted like a rope. Due to the severe pain, the blade in his left hand deviated three inches and was caught by the mountain man's bone-breaking dragon-wrapping hand, unable to move forward or backward for a while.

"Hold on, monkey. I'm here to help you!"

The drunk hanging at the door saw that the mountain man's hands were restrained by the shoe-horn-faced man in an unusual way, and knew that the opportunity was fleeting. He jumped up and down, lowered his shoulders and elbows, and rushed to the bed with a big step, just like a ferocious eagle. After flying into the air, he swung his wrist and bent his fingers forward, and the eagle's claws rushed to the opponent's face and grabbed it fiercely.

"roll!"

The mountain man remained calm, not at all panicked. He crossed his legs like an old monkey kicking a branch, and kicked the shoe-horn-faced man in the chest quickly, then jumped up.

In the blink of an eye, the sleeves of Shoe Horn Face were torn to pieces, and he was kicked in the chest, causing the drunk to fly to the ground, foaming at the mouth. He struggled for a few times, and his air intake was almost non-existent.

The mountain man landed on the ground without stopping. He slapped away the drunkard's hastily stretched out eagle claws with his right palm, twisted his waist, and connected with his left leg, immediately sweeping out layers of leg shadows in the air.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!
The drunkard used his two claws to deal with the one leg, like an eagle and a python entangled, the shadows of his legs and claws intertwined, and suddenly a series of thunderous sounds occurred.

The drunkard had been guarding for a long time, and he knew that if he defended for too long he would lose. He suddenly let out a strange cry, jumped up, and planned to pounce on the enemy from mid-air.

"idiot!"

There was murderous intent in Shanfu's eyes. He slowed down his attack with his legs, turned around and shook his hands, and a bright red light suddenly shone on his fingertips.

Bang!
There was lightning in the empty room, and the red shadow trembled rapidly. In the blink of an eye, the drunkard fell from the air, kneeling on the ground with his ten fingers hanging down. When he looked up at his neck, he found that his original head was gone.

Countless pieces of minced meat exploded in the room, staining the rough yellow mud walls with a sad bloody color. The mountain man smelled the familiar aroma of brains, and without even looking at the two corpses lying on the ground, he turned around and went back to bed to rest.

"My goodness, this guy is really weird. In less than ten breaths, two strong men were killed like this?"

Opposite the room where the hermit was, a group of bandits were scouting across the spacious first-floor hall, thinking about how to deal with the lone herbalist. They happened to run into two stupid thieves who wanted to use a knockout incense to knock the hermit unconscious so that they could steal something.

"Brother, the last person didn't use a gun."

The dull man patted the box gun on his waist, his tone somewhat solemn.

"Third brother, did you see it clearly? That thing can make a person's head explode. What else could it be except a gun?"

The door of the mountain man's room was now wide open, with no cover on it. As long as the bearded man imagined, he could clearly see the drunkard's freshly-excavated headless corpse.

"It's definitely not a gun. Not to mention that the boy had nothing in his hands just now, even among us brothers, did anyone hear the sound of matches or smell the smell of gunpowder?"

Scarface touched his chin, and his eyes were inevitably mixed with a bit of fear as he looked towards the room opposite.

“It seems that this is not the case.”

The bearded man sniffed and indeed did not smell the pungent smell of gunpowder after the gunfire.

"Brother, this guy looks weird, how about we call it quits?"

The dull man was in a state of confusion, always feeling that something terrible was about to happen. Seeing Scarface hesitate, he immediately opened his mouth to discuss the matter further.

"No, Third Brother, as long as we finish this job, we won't have to worry about recruiting soldiers, building forts, and becoming rich. At least we brothers won't have to starve in this Gobi Desert anymore. The years have been bad. If we don't save up some property, what will we do if the foreigners invade again and cause famine?"

The bearded man held the dull man and his voice became much higher.

"Old Four is right. No matter how evil that guy is, can he be compared to the weapon in our hands? Be careful, and you won't make any mistakes."

Scarface's expression changed, and he struggled for a while. In the end, he didn't want to go through the hard time of robbing and opening blind boxes in the Gobi Desert anymore. He turned around, walked to the wooden table, and pulled out a spear wrapped in cloth from the package.

"Big brother!"

The dull man wanted to persuade him again, but the scarred man waved his hand and said, "Third brother, if you still recognize me as your big brother, don't say such discouraging words!"

"Brother, let me do it."

Seeing that his brothers had made up their minds, the dull man sighed, took the Mauser M98 from Scarface's hand and calibrated the gun.

This Mauser M98 is in excellent condition and well maintained. It was bought by this gang from Rakshasa in the north at a huge price. Combined with the dull man's marksmanship, taking a person's head within a hundred steps is as easy as taking something out of a bag. With deliberate planning, it can be said to be an unsolvable killing move.

It just so happened that the tavern they were staying in was in the shape of a Chinese character "U". The guest rooms were all around it, with a large staircase leading to the second floor in the middle. There was no obstruction except for a large lamp with some candles hanging on it, which was exactly what Scarface was planning to do.

At the same time, several other members of the gang also took out the box guns inserted in their waists, began to slide the slides, and checked the magazines to prevent the guns in their hands from getting stuck due to the wind and sand, thus delaying the good things that were about to happen.

In the dim room, there was a subtle and dense sound of metal friction and springs.
In the room opposite the gang, the skilled and courageous mountain man could naturally hear these rustling sounds. Although he was a mountain man and didn't know what these sounds meant, he knew that the gang was not good people and the weapons they used must be very dangerous, so he immediately raised his alertness to the highest level.

boom!
Suddenly, a gunshot rang out, waking up all the guests in the tavern.

The mountain man, who had already sensed something, took action almost at the same time. He lowered his head and bent his waist, and rushed five steps away like the wind, hiding in a blind corner of the wall skirt that could not be seen from the opposite side.

The mountain man came to his senses and turned his head to see a bullet on the wall, still emitting smoke.

"What a fierce gun. If I hadn't already trained myself to be a good fighter, the bullet would have definitely taken a toll on me."

After the skin training reaches perfection, the skin will be as sensitive as a cicada and can identify the direction of the breeze. The accuracy of the mental warning signs is far beyond that of ordinary people. One can move around without hindrance even if the ears and eyes are closed. The skin is even tougher than rhinoceros leather.

Shanfu's skin was much rougher than that of an ordinary person, but even he was not confident that he could survive the bullet just now without any damage. "It's a bit tricky, let's fight together!"

Seeing that the third sharpshooter's assassination attempt failed and the mountain man opposite dodged the bullet with ghostly speed, Scarface's pupils shrank, and he did not bother to act secretly. He immediately rushed out of the door and fired both guns, leaving room for the third brother behind him. At the same time, he and the rest of the brothers split into two groups and pressed towards the opposite side from the side of the "U"-shaped corridor.

"Damn it, this is quite troublesome!"

The mountain man wanted to take a few peeks outside to observe the situation during the gunfire, but before he could stick his head out, he was suppressed by the coordinated volleys of fire from the gangsters, and he could only shrink into the corner to catch his breath.

"fry!"

Before he could finish his words, a strong wind suddenly blew in Scarface's face, and it was as hot as a ball of fire.

The scarred man, who had just seen the mountain man's methods, seemed to be prepared. He immediately leaned back and did a bridge pose, twisted his waist, and was about to straighten the two guns in his hands before shooting.

boom!
The red bullet that had already flown behind Scarface suddenly spun slowly, accelerated suddenly, and headed straight for his forehead!

"Brother be careful!"

An unknown horse bandit suddenly jumped up and used his arm to disperse the red light that was changing up and down, blocking this deadly and strange method for Scarface.

"Six sons!"

Looking at Liuzi's half-cooked left arm that seemed to be burned by flames and had countless blisters, Scarface's eyes turned red. He didn't care about his wife, and rushed to the corner in a few steps, aiming at the mountain man, with flames spewing out of his gun.

Wow~

Before the rain of bullets fell, the sound of a wooden window breaking rang in Scarface's ears. He rushed to the door and saw that there was no sign of the mountain man in the room.

"Big brother?"

"Chase!"

Scarface took the lead and was about to chase out through the broken window, but he didn't expect that a hot fireball the size of his face would fly up from below and swallow him whole, while the force of the fire also pulled him back into the house.

boom!
Minced meat flew everywhere and broken bones were scattered all over the ground. In just a moment, the guest room where the mountain man lived was blown to pieces, as if it had been exploded by a bundle of grenades, and the roof collapsed.

The mountain man eliminated most of the gangsters without stopping. He turned around and rushed into the hall on the first floor. He jumped vertically and went straight to the second floor. Three or five red bullets were fired continuously, like birds and cranes chasing each other, each looking for the gang members who were still lingering.

As for the mountain man himself, he went straight to the dull man who had fired the first shot, with a fierce light in his eyes. In his cracked hands, he held a thick-backed broadsword. The blade was snow-white and was already spinning in his hand. The red light that shone through the cracks in his skin was dazzling and as fast as a rainbow.

Seeing the mountain man coming to kill him, the dull man smiled miserably, took out a fire starter from his left sleeve, opened the lid and started a fire in one go. In the blink of an eye, it flew across the hem of his clothes. He grabbed the rifle with his right hand and lifted it up, and the bayonet on the rifle tip was already entangled with the knife light.

The mountain man looked at the curling green smoke coming out of the dull man's robe, and smelled the gradually thicker smell of gunpowder in the air. He knew something was wrong and immediately made up his mind to make a quick decision. He swung his sword horizontally and chopped and hooked. His steps also changed, like a wild ape running through the forest or a tiger running in the snow. He bent the knuckles of one hand to hold the shaft of the spear, and with the other hand held the sword to chop out the shadow of the militia sword.

Swish!
A red light as big as a grain of rice pierced into the temple of the dull man. The mountain man took a step back quickly, and a cold light flashed in his hand. The six-yang leader on the dull man's neck bounced up immediately, and blood spurted out of the broken end like a roar.

The headless body fell to the ground with a thud, seemingly no longer posing a threat, but the mountain husband's heart was filled with alarm, as if a disaster was about to happen. Without thinking, he jumped out of the room.

boom! ! !
A roar even louder than the one that the basin of fire had used to kill the gang members sounded behind Shanfu. An irresistible force came over and blew half of the tavern into pieces. Countless red powder residues surged into the sky. Although Shanfu's reaction had reached the limit, the explosion still threw him several feet away in an instant, and his life or death was unknown.

"He is a man from the Northwest after all. He is so brave. Tsk tsk."

Qin Huai, who had come out of the room to watch the excitement, waved his hand, and the dust and snow in the sky suddenly quieted down, and everyone worked together to put out the raging fire in the ruins.

He saw it clearly just now and knew that the dull man must have known that he could not win, so he was determined to perish together with them. The moment he saw the mountain man coming to him, he lit the fuse of the explosive pack on his body without any hesitation, wanting to drag the mountain man to be buried with them and their brothers.

As for the result, it seemed to be what he wanted.

Qin Huai looked through the broken walls at the snowy wilderness not far away. There, there were several figures covered in fallen snow, standing at the place where the mountain man had landed, searching his body for something.

They were the Qing court’s precious medicine envoys.

As early as when the gang members checked their guns, the precious medicine masters who were born in the military and had superhuman senses had already noticed something was wrong. However, they did not tell the mountain man about this abnormality, but retreated to the wild in time, sitting on the mountain and watching the tigers fight, becoming the last fisherman in the fight between the snipe and the clam.

But it was true that instead of spending an unknown amount of money to buy the [Tien Shan Snow Lotus], it was better to use some tricks to seize it and get something for nothing. Judging from Qin Huai's stereotype of the people in the Qing court, even if this mountain man didn't fight with the evil-minded gangsters tonight, he would find it difficult to escape the trap set by the precious medicine in the future, and he would end up losing both himself and the medicine.

"I'm afraid that what these lackeys said in front of everyone in the tavern was also intentional, just to cause trouble for the mountain man. Poor kid, just came out of the mountains, he is still too young."

Qin Huai touched his chin, and after a little perception, he found the sandalwood box in the snow pile under the guest room where the mountain man jumped out.

"He was quite quick-witted. He knew that the baby was in the way and could easily cause trouble. This trick of deceiving the world is not ugly."

He opened the wooden box and took out the [Tien Shan Snow Lotus], then changed it to a jade box specially used to preserve the medicinal properties and put it into his personal space. Qin Huai tossed the wooden box with one hand and walked slowly towards the direction of the group of precious medicine users.

"You guys, are you looking for this?"

As early as when Qin Huai entered the wilderness and gradually moved closer to this side, the leading treasure medicine envoy discovered this figure who seemed to be fearless in the face of them.

Nowadays, there is no need to mention the common people who fear officials like tigers. Even those old martial artists who have martial arts skills will mostly avoid the notorious sticking rods. The treasure medicine master has only seen three types of people like Qin Huai who come to the door: either they are comprador merchants who want to ask the court for business; or they are the traitors who started the Boxer Rebellion and wish to skin them alive; and the last type is just like the mountain man, who thinks he has some skills and is not afraid.

"That's right. Present the Tianshan Snow Lotus intact, and these hundreds of thousands of taels of silver will be yours."

The leading medicine envoy saw Qin Huai's arrogant expression and extraordinary bearing, and immediately had another stack of silver bills in his hand, raising the original price to a higher level.

"I have plenty of money, I don't care."

Qin Huai licked the corner of his mouth, his eyes revealing the purest desire for killing.

"You guys have some really good brains, why don't you use them to thank me?"

(End of this chapter)