Siheyuan, don't yell at me

In less than ten minutes, a snow rabbit was eaten by He Daqing and his two companions.

He Daqing explained the general course of events to Wu Yong and Zhao Fei.

He took out another two hundred rubles from his pocket and gave them to Wu Yong and Zhao Fei, giving each of them a hundred.

"Don't rush to refuse, this is hush money.

You won't tell anyone about me, He Daqing, blackmailing the Russians, right?

I will feel uneasy if you don't accept this money.

Come on, come on, don’t be so pretentious with me.

Even though you two are deputy regimental commanders, you're living worse off than my security team members in this crappy place.

Look at you guys, you look pale and skinny.

Look at me again, I’m almost getting a double chin.

We deserve this money. The Russians stole our things, so what's wrong with giving them some compensation?"

After some hesitation, Wu Yong and Zhao Fei couldn't resist the temptation of rubles and accepted He Daqing's kindness.

He Daqing was right, it was indeed the Russians who stole things first.

Since He Daqing took the lion's share, it is understandable that they take a little.

He Daqing was of a lower rank than them, but he dressed better and ate better than them. How could it be possible that he didn't feel a bit envious and jealous?

The division of the spoils has been settled, and the next issue is the problem of the three Russians.

If this is not handled properly, it will be a big trouble when we get outside.

We can't let the Russians lose too badly, right? After all, the Soviet Union is our big brother.

Today's hunting competition is no longer a simple competition, but has risen to a contest between the soldiers of the two countries.

He Daqing was naturally aware of Wu Yong and Zhao Fei's concerns, and he had to think of a way to cover up the lie.

He Daqing thought that the person who tied the bell must be the one to untie it, so he decided to let the Russians figure out how to cover up the lie themselves.

So, he started asking about the Russians.

"What are you three thinking now, should the game continue or what?

I see that the prey you three have caught is not even half of what we have. With this level, where do you get the courage to challenge me, He Daqing?"

The old Russians looked dejected, and Sanmao spoke first.

"Let's not compete anymore. Given the current state of the three of us, if we continue competing, we will all die here.

We are really unlucky. A tiger is targeting us and we can’t even get enough sleep.”

The boss took a deep breath.

"I agree with what Sanmao said. We should accept the reality..."

Ermao was a little more flexible and waited until Damao and Ermao finished speaking before expressing his own opinion.

"To be realistic, even if we wanted to continue playing, it would be impossible.

After something like this happened, would you, He Daqing, return the guns and bullets to the three of us?

If I were in his place, I wouldn't feel comfortable staying in this snowy forest with someone I have a grudge against.

He Daqing, I hope you can promise us one thing, so that we can lose with dignity, which will benefit everyone."

He Daqing nodded, agreeing with what Ermao said.

If the Russians lose too badly, they will be unhappy and their superiors will probably also have a headache, which is not conducive to socialist unity.

The Soviet Union is the big brother. Is it appropriate to trample on the face of the Soviet big brother?

The higher-ups had hinted at He Daqing, both overtly and covertly.

It’s okay to lose this game, but just don’t lose too badly.

In the eyes of the leaders, He Daqing could not defeat the Russians.

If the leaders had known that He Daqing could win so thoroughly, they would have done something to make a name for themselves no matter what they said.

Seeing He Daqing nod, Ermao continued:

“I’ll throw away all my hunting trophies in a little while.

When I got back I told them that the three of us had encountered an avalanche and had a narrow escape.

Unfortunately, all the supplies and spoils of war of the three of us were buried by the avalanche..."

Everyone looked at each other for a long time, and no one spoke out in opposition.

He Daqing also thought this was a good idea and took over the topic.

"Okay, since no one objects, it's settled.

Maybe we can become a model of mutual help, haha.

Let's all help to cover up this lie and not reveal too much.

By the way, Damao, you can’t deny paying for the Yuan blue and white square pen holder you mentioned.

Otherwise, I will turn hostile..."

Everyone discussed it one after another, and within an hour, the matter was settled.

He Daqing took out a signal gun and fired three shots into the air.

A huge fire was burning in the open space, covered with wet pine branches, and thick smoke was billowing out.

An hour later, a Mi-1 helicopter slowly landed on the snowy open space where He Daqing was.

A hunting competition full of fierce competition ended so abruptly.

The result was as expected by He Daqing. All major newspapers spoke with one voice: friendship first, competition second.

The emphasis was placed on the spirit of mutual help, unity and friendship between the Russian and Chinese soldiers.

Most of the competition process is just mentioned briefly.

The game was interrupted due to an avalanche, but the Chinese players performed at their best and showed their style.

He Daqing was used to the superiors' style of doing things, and he didn't suffer any major losses anyway.

Hunting for a few days is quite enjoyable and exciting.

In fact, the harvest was quite a lot. Just the Yuan blue and white square pen holder and the inkstone used by Xin Qiji were amazing.

What's more, there are more than 300 rubles in cash and a ruby ​​kerosene lighter?

Even the three brand new rifles of the Russians were confiscated by He Daqing.

He also tamed a tiger as a mount, which was his biggest gain.

For example, if those two bastards, Director Yang and Li Huaide, want to cause trouble again, I, He Daqing, will find an opportunity and release the tigers to bite them to death.

It was a perfect crime, no one could find fault with it.

Except for the fact that he did not stand out, He Daqing was generally satisfied with this hunting competition.

Time: June 1954, 1.

He Daqing got off the train and finally set foot in the city he had been away from for a long time.

Damn it, he’s such a beast. When he went to the competition, he made me, He Daqing, take the plane.

After using it, he came back and made his uncle He Daqing squeeze into the train without even a berth.

He Daqing called a rickshaw and hurried home.

Every time he returned to Beijing from a long journey, He Daqing liked to stroll around the streets of Beijing.

I deliberately asked the driver to ride slower so that I could have a better look at the scenery of the city.

He Daqing wiped his eyes, looked carefully, and was sure that he was not mistaken.

That cunning woman Jia Zhang was actually hugging a middle-aged man's arm. They were talking and laughing, it was so sweet.

At that time, seeing Jia Zhang being beaten by Hou Xiaomei every day, Master He Daqing just made a joke and asked her to remarry.

Damn it, I didn't expect Jia Zhang to take it seriously? Is she really going to remarry?

No wonder Jia Zhang is often missing; this makes sense.