Traveling through 1937, I came to fight against the Kwantung Army

By midnight, the horse's movements began to slow down, and it was obvious that it could no longer move.

This animal is just like a human being, after working too much, it wants to rest!

Especially at night, when the road is not visible, it is difficult for the horses to run!

Looking at the dark night road, Yin Xinjun himself didn't want to run anymore.

It’s still more comfortable to drill into space!

Holding a torch, Yin Xinjun found a dilapidated wooden house on the side of the road, which was probably a temporary resting place for the lumberjacks.

After entering the house,

The main body entered the virtual space again.

Looking at the well-repaired box guns in the warehouse, Yin Xinjun was filled with emotion.

This is still the fun of killing and robbing! The first time I went down the mountain, I made a profitable deal!

There are only a few box guns in the entire cottage industry, and now I have one myself!

No wonder so many people like to be bandits. He even started to like this profession.

In the virtual city, he spent another whole night, carrying out various trainings!

In the farmlands and orchards, the second wave of crops has been harvested, and the third wave of crops has also been planted. This time, an acre of cotton has also been planted!

Winter is always the biggest problem facing us!

Although there are still four months left, we must prepare all winter supplies in advance!

After all, there are hundreds of people in the village!

Yin Xinjun looked at the warehouse, where bags of rice and flour, as well as bags of vegetables and fruits, were piled up like mountains, and he could hardly stop smiling.

This system is so thoughtful. It not only automatically harvests, threshes and grinds, but also provides packaging services.

If I could give it a rating, it would definitely be a perfect 10!

He asked while chewing a big, juicy pear,

"Secretary, how long can the food be stored here?"

"Master, the supplies are in the system warehouse. They can be kept fresh indefinitely unless you take them to the outside world!"

"Oh, by the way, will I age faster here?" This is also something Yin Xinjun is very concerned about. According to the time in the virtual city, he often stays here for more than ten days!

"Don't worry, just like food, it will always stay fresh and won't get old!"

"comfortable!"

Yin Xinjun was very satisfied!

That one night alone, he fired another two hundred rounds of bullets.

I also made 200 kilograms of beef jerky!

I had another good sleep!

After waking up, Yin Xinjun checked his personal attributes again.

Name: Yin Xinjun,

Overall combat power: 7.6,

Physical strength: 8.0,

Fighting:7.3,

Hidden weapons: 8.3,

Shooting: 7.5,

Experience: 0.3,

After a practical experience, all scores have been significantly improved!

The future goal is clear.

Just two things, murder and robbery!

Japanese and puppet traitors in Northeast China, your hard days are about to begin!

Yin Xinjun looked at the score and asked again,

"Little Secretary, what is the average combat power of the bandits in our village?"

"The combat power of Northeastern bandits varies. Some are only 6.0 points, while others can reach 8.5 points. Of course, the combat power of most of them is generally around 7.0!"

It seems that I still need to keep a low profile and not do anything I am not sure of! With my current score, I am probably just an upper-middle level among the bandits!

The sky finally brightened, and the horses had all eaten their fill on the grass. Yin Xinjun ate some beef jerky and continued on his way!

Black Wind Ridge Village,

in the kitchen,

Yan Nantian stared closely at the bowl of watery, unappetizing corn grits porridge and the dry, hard bread next to it on the table, and a strong feeling of dissatisfaction and confusion welled up in his heart.

"The King of Hell is not here, and you give me these things to eat?" He frowned, with a hint of questioning and reproach in his tone.

The bandit standing by spread his hands helplessly, smiled bitterly and replied: "Master, I'm really sorry, these are really all that's left in the kitchen now!"

Yan Nantian obviously did not accept this explanation. He retorted: "This is impossible! When the King of Hell was here, he never let us eat such poor food. He always made various delicious dishes every day."

The cook hesitated, but finally mustered up the courage to say, "Young Master, I have always wanted to tell you something... I just don't know if I should say it or not."

"Just say whatever you want to say!" Yan Nantian waved his hand impatiently.

The cook took a deep breath and said carefully: "I'm afraid that all those delicious ingredients and seasonings were taken away by the King of Hell..."

Hearing this, Tang Yantian was shocked. Although he half believed the cook's words, but after thinking carefully, everything has changed since the King of Hell joined them. Perhaps, as the cook guessed, this mysterious person only stayed for a short time, and left without any nostalgia after seeing how barren the village was.

With mixed feelings, Tang Yantian reluctantly swallowed the unpalatable breakfast. Afterwards, he sat alone at the gate, fiddling with the stones in his hands, the conversation just now echoing in his mind. His eyes were always fixed on the path leading to the mountain, as if he was expecting to find some clues...

Humph, I believe that Master will not deceive me!

Song Qing held a red tasseled spear and leaned against the gate. He looked at Tang Yantian's unwilling expression and advised him,

"Young Master, the soldiers may change but the camp remains the same. We in Black Wind Ridge don't lack a cook to cook!"

Tang Yantian remained silent. Suddenly, he stood up.

A pair of eyes stared straight ahead, motionless.

Song Qing looked in the direction Tang Yantian was looking at curiously.

A familiar figure appeared in my sight, carrying a bag on his back and holding a bag of things in his hands, slowly climbing up the hillside.

The carriage can’t even get up the last stretch of road into the mountain village!

"King of Hell!!!???" Tang Yantian ran over excitedly! His eyes were actually sparkling with tears.

"Hurry up, everyone who can move, come down and help. The carriage can't get on, I'm so tired!" Yin Xinjun shouted!

"Look at what I brought you this time: rice, flour, vegetables, fruit, meat! Cakes! Soy sauce!"

When they came back to the foot of the mountain, Yin Xinjun had piled the carriage full of food.

While several people were still slowly moving things,

Tang Yantian hurriedly dragged Yin Xinjun away.

Ten minutes later, the two had arrived at the back mountain.

Yin Xinjun was carrying his Liao 13 rifle and a shoulder bag!

Looking at Tang Yantian's anxious expression, Yin Xinjun smiled and handed him a rifle and five magazines!

"Yan Tian, ​​Master is a man of his words. Today I will let you have your fun. I will give you enough bullets!"

"Master, how many bullets did you buy this time!"

"No matter how many bullets you take, it's enough for you to fight for a month!"

After Tang Yantian finished firing 50 rounds of rifle ammunition, he still felt unsatisfied.

"Master, please give me some more bullets. This is not enough!"

Yin Xinjun smiled and took out a box gun and two magazines and handed them to Tang Yantian.

"Keep going. After you've finished shooting with the rifle, practice with the pistol. Shoot another 60 rounds!"

Tang Yantian shouted happily. His father had a box gun like this before, and now it was in his sister's hands.

"Master, is this gun for me?"

"Once you have mastered your marksmanship, I will give it to you, but don't let your sister know. Give her a surprise later!"

"Ok!"

The sound of gunfire continued from the back hill!

It took Song Qing and his companions more than three hours to move all the things. The carriage frame was left at the bottom of the slope, and the three horses were also led up!

Over the next two days, the two men trained hard in the back mountain every day, and with the help of a large number of bullets, Tang Yantian's shooting accuracy continued to improve. Now he can basically hit whatever he points at within a range of 50 meters!

Seeing Tang Yantian making progress every day, Yin Xinjun felt that he should take him to see blood after a while, and improve his practical skills at the same time!