Siheyuan, don't yell at me

The guards looked at He Daqing differently.

They were all impressed by He Daqing's skills and courage.

The leader of the guards couldn't help but ask the doubts in his mind.

"Comrade, which unit are you from?

There are not many people in our entire army who have such skills."

He Daqing chuckled.

"From the 50th Army."

“Fifty troops?

Aren't they still in North Korea, helping them with construction?"

"Well, I changed jobs and came back last year."

The leader of the guards seemed to have discovered something and took a breath.

"Hiss~

He Daqing?

Are you He Daqing, the God of War of the Fifty Armies? "

"Well, it's me."

"You, why are you so fat?"

“Can you speak?

I am now the director of the Red Star Winery. What's wrong with having a big belly and a double chin? "

"Hey, I said the wrong thing.

I knew it, with such amazing skills, how could he be an unknown person?

Look, my guess was correct.

Brothers, this is He Daqing, the Korean God of War He Daqing.

It's really He Daqing, he just got fat..."

The group looked at He Daqing eagerly and shook hands with him at the same time.

After a lively conversation for a while, they began to escort the prisoners back.

He Daqing even found an acquaintance among the bandits, the bearded owner and second owner of the small town hotel.

These two bastards, and the other three guys, looked like they were the leaders.

The bandits were escorted back to the camp in a dejected mood, and the camp suddenly became lively.

The guide recognized the bandits at a glance. Most of them were innkeepers and handymen, as well as a few shepherds.

Everyone in the camp had lost their sleepiness long ago.

Who would have known that there was a group of murderous criminals staring at him in the dark? He would have been so uneasy.

The guards arrested the two bandits and interrogated them separately.

The guard leader and the guide began to set up the antenna and fiddle with a high-powered walkie-talkie.

The walkie-talkie made a crackling sound, and soon the headquarters in the rear was contacted.

The leader of the guards quickly reported that he had discovered the remnants of Ma Bufang.

He also expressed his guess that there must be accomplices of the bandits in the small town where he started.

When the people at the headquarters heard that it was the remnants of Ma Bufang's army, they took it very seriously and their tone of voice became stern.

Ask the guard leader to keep these bandits under guard. They will bring people here tomorrow morning...

Inside the tent, He Daqing wrapped himself in a blanket. It was night in Lop Nur and the temperature was low, so He Daqing wanted to cover himself with a quilt.

This person is fat and is afraid of not only heat but also cold.

In a daze, He Daqing felt someone stand up in the tent.

There was a "stuck" sound.

This sound is so familiar, it's the sound of a bullet being loaded.

He Daqing opened his eyes in shock immediately. Although the tent was pitch black, He Daqing could still see clearly.

A guide in the same tent, carrying a gun and holding a sharp knife, slowly walked towards a sleeping guard.

The guide covered the guard's mouth and nose with one hand and held a sharp knife in the other hand, ready to cut the guard's throat.

Before He Daqing had time to think, a pistol appeared in his hand.

"Bang~" sound.

A bloody hole suddenly appeared in the guide's hand holding the knife.

The guard's neck was scratched with a bloody mark, and he suddenly woke up, rolling over and trying to reach for his weapon.

He Daqing fired another shot, hitting the guide's other arm, and shouted:

"Don't move. If you move again, I'll blow your head off."

There was also noise outside the tent and someone was shouting.

"What happened? Who fired the gun?"

He Daqing pointed his gun at the guide and replied:

“I, He Daqing, fired the shot.

The guide was a member of the Sand Bandits and cut our team members’ necks with a knife.”

He Daqing pointed his pistol at the guide and shot him in the leg for no reason, cursing with a smile:

"You bastard, you still dare to stare at me?

Why don’t you try glaring at me again?

Well, you have the guts to..."

"Bang" sound.

He Daqing fired another shot, breaking all of the guide's limbs and causing him to collapse to the ground.

A lantern lit up and the people outside the tent walked in.

Everyone felt a lingering fear. They didn't expect that even the town guide was a bandit.

It is conceivable how deeply the town has been infiltrated by the sand bandits.

If He Daqing had not discovered it early, the guide would have succeeded and robbed the guards and He Daqing's weapons.

If I sneak out and unlock a few prisoners without intending to, they might actually be able to turn the tables.

The guard whose throat was cut with a bloody mark has not recovered yet. He has been covering his neck tightly with his hands, breathing heavily, and his forehead is covered with sweat.

The guards dragged the guide out like a dead dog.

In the following time, everyone in the camp lost all desire to sleep.

Everyone guarded the prisoners, roasted them by the fire, and waited for dawn.

I waited until the next day, around ten o'clock in the morning.

Rolling yellow sand appeared in the distance, and five army green trucks slowly appeared in everyone's sight.

Sending out five trucks at once is definitely a big deal.

Moreover, since they can arrive at this time, they must have set out in the middle of the night. This is enough to show how much the superiors value Ma Bufang and his remnant bandits.

The team was led by a division commander. As soon as he got off the car, he ran towards He Daqing enthusiastically and shook He Daqing's hand.

“Director He, this time, if it weren’t for you.

I'm afraid there will be accidents during our escort operation this time.

I didn’t expect that the remnants of Ma Bufang’s gang would hide so deeply…”

He Daqing didn't pretend to be arrogant. After all, he was on someone else's territory, so he responded modestly.

The convoy came quickly and left quickly.

Within half an hour, five trucks, escorting a dozen bandits, disappeared from He Daqing's sight.

The two soldiers rode two horses and led the remaining dozen horses, leaving nothing for the scientific expedition team.

It's not that no one stayed behind. Two more soldiers were left behind to serve as guards for the scientific expedition team.

With the addition of new reinforcements, everyone finally felt relieved.

He Daqing stayed up all night and was too lazy to say a word. He went into the tent and fell asleep.

He Daqing slept until the sun set and woke up with an empty stomach.

Everyone in the camp was still a little depressed and not in a very good mental state.

Especially those old professors, who are already very old and have never experienced such a shock.

He also had to eat naan and chew dried meat, which made him look even more listless.

He Daqing didn't want to eat that thing either, so he said goodbye to his guards and went out alone.

There was a muddy pit on the mound last night, and there were many animal footprints, which should have been left by animals drinking water there.

An hour later, He Daqing walked into the camp carrying a bighorn sheep.

The processed bighorn sheep gradually turned golden under the licking of the flames.

As a few handfuls of seasonings were sprinkled in, the aroma of the meat immediately spread throughout the entire camp, and the atmosphere in the camp immediately reached its peak.