Reborn in 1977, starting with severing ties with family.

The old cripple was startled upon hearing this.

"What did you say? A tiger? A Russian?"

Seeing that Fuchun Mountain was having difficulty speaking, he quickly brought him some water and fed him some.

Fu Chunshan, having finally caught his breath, grabbed the old cripple's arm and said, "Quick! Go support the squad leader! Also, we need to report to the higher-ups that we've spotted the Russians!"

"Alright, I understand!" The old cripple calmed down and helped Fuchun Mountain into the room. "You rest, leave the rest to me!"

"I still need to report to the team headquarters..."

"Where are they?"

"There's a hunter's hut by a pool in the deep mountains behind. The squad leader told me to come back and report."

"What about the rest?"

"They got lost..."

"Don't worry, I'll find someone! There's food in the pot, I'm off!"

The old cripple picked up his gun, a few boxes of ammunition, and a few grenades, put them in his bag, and left.

His back was limping, but he was moving quite fast.

Instead of going directly to find someone, he went ahead to the logging site.

"Jianjun!"

Zhang Jianjun was talking to Tong Changshun, the squad leader of the first squad, when he saw the old cripple coming over. He was a little surprised and quickly ran over.

"Old cripple, is there something you need?"

The old cripple told him the news that Fu Chunsheng had brought back.

"Send someone to the team headquarters to report immediately. You come with me!"

Zhang Jianjun immediately called over Tong Changshun and then Da Liu. After explaining the situation, Tong Changshun was put in charge of both squads one and two, while Da Liu went down the mountain to report the news.

Zhang Jianjun followed the old cripple.

They walked ahead of Sui Zhongliang and his men along their patrol route, following the trail left by the roadside.

The old cripple's tracking skills were remarkable; he could find the right direction just by glancing at the weeds under his feet and the trees beside him.

As evening approached, they finally reached the stream and saw the things left behind by Sui Zhongliang and his men, as well as bloodstains.

The old cripple looked back and forth, pointing to the hunter's hut on the mountain. "Go check if anyone's up there."

Zhang Jianjun leaped across the stream in a few swift movements, quickly climbed the mountain, and returned in no time.

"Everything is there, but nobody is here!"

"go!"

They went upstream, and along the way, they could see streaks of blood.

Finally, they found the pool and saw the Russian man whose head had been bitten off, as well as the corpse of the educated youth who had been beaten to death by the Russian man.

Zhang Jianjun said, "A battle took place here!"

The old cripple looked up and surveyed his surroundings, a glint of shrewdness in his one eye.

He pointed to the mountain ridge in front of him and said, "The Russians came from there."

"I gonna go see!"

Zhang Jianjun loaded his gun, slightly crouched down, and jogged towards the mountain ridge.

Judging from his movements, it's easy to see his extensive combat experience.

There wasn't a single unnecessary movement.

The old cripple got up and looked down at the ground.

I kept looking into the woods next to us.

He turned to look at Zhang Jianjun, who had already reached the ridge, and gave him a hand signal.

The old cripple returned his gesture, then turned and went into the woods.

As darkness fell, he looked at the marks left on the tree, determined the direction, and chased after them again.

In the middle of the night, they found Sui Zhongliang and another educated youth in a cave.

"Old cripple!" Sui Zhongliang was overjoyed.

The old cripple raised his hand to stop him from standing up, looking at the bloodstains on his body, "Are you injured?"

"My arm got licked by a Russian bullet, but I'm fine!"

The old cripple saw that his arm was not seriously injured before looking at the educated youth.

The person was lying on the ground with a wet towel on their forehead.

“He was so frightened that he developed a fever!” Sui Zhongliang said. “When I found him, he was still insane, so I had to knock him unconscious.”

The old cripple nodded, sat down, took the water that Sui Zhongliang handed him, drank a sip, and ate half a compressed biscuit.

Where is Jiang Sen?

Sui Zhongliang lowered his head slightly. "We haven't found it yet."

The old cripple didn't say anything. After smoking two cigarettes, he got up and walked out. "When it's light, you take your men back first. Jianjun will be waiting at the place where you met the Russian!"

"Old cripple!" Sui Zhongliang felt extremely guilty.

"Don't worry! As long as he wasn't eaten to a pulp by the tiger, I'll find him!"

Night falls in the primeval forests of the Greater Khingan Mountains in Northeast China.

The old cripple moved through the forest like a ghost.

He was looking for Jiang Sen.

But he didn't know where Jiang Sen was.

All we could do was observe the traces left by people in the forest.

In the middle of the night, he found a seriously injured Russian.

When the Russian saw him, it was as if he had seen a ghost; he panicked and was about to pull the pin on a grenade.

The old cripple kicked it with his good leg.

The grenade fell to the ground, which he picked up and stuffed into his backpack.

The old Russian was trembling as if he had lost his parents.

"Please don't kill me, please don't kill me! I have a wife, I have a son, I want to go back, you can't kill me..."

The old Russian mumbled something in his own language, raising his hands and pleading with the old cripple to let him go.

The old cripple lit a cigarette and shoved it into his mouth. "Speak up, what are you doing here? Tell the truth and we'll let you go. If you're not honest, this will be your grave!"

The old cripple was surprisingly fluent in Russian, which greatly surprised the other party.

"you you……"

"Hurry up and say it, I'm running out of patience!" The old cripple took his last drag of his cigarette.

"I'll talk! I'll talk!" The old Russian dared not gamble and confessed honestly.

After a while, the old cripple lit his third cigarette and handed it to the old Russian.

The old Russian thought he was going to be let go, so he took the cigarette, took a puff, and relaxed.

"Thanks……"

Before he could even finish saying thank you, he felt a flash of cold light, and his neck felt a little cold.

Reaching out to touch it, I looked up blankly and saw only the old cripple's limping figure gradually disappearing into the jungle.

"puff……"

A spurt of blood gushed from his neck. The old man's eyes widened, and he collapsed to the ground.

He had no idea how the old cripple made his move, nor did he see what weapon he used.

They couldn't even continue thinking about why this disabled person broke their promise.

disabled people...

The old cripple continued to follow the tracks in the woods.

After walking a long distance, he stopped, found a depression, spread out his deerskin sleeping bag, and crawled inside.

Let's rewind to a previous time.

After Jiang Sen entered the forest, he lost his way and only knew to run forward.

There was a Russian soldier not far behind him who fired at him.

He retaliated.

But he wasn't a soldier; he only knew how to shoot, so his accuracy was questionable.

As darkness fell, the forest became pitch black.

The roars of wild beasts that echoed around him made him even more nervous.

But he couldn't stop. If he did, he would either become food for wild animals or be killed by that old Russian behind him.

He took a few deep breaths and continued running forward.

He hadn't run more than a few steps when his foot slipped and his heart skipped a beat.

My body fell uncontrollably downwards, then hit the ground and continued sliding downhill.

With a thud, his body hit the ground, everything went black, and he passed out.

Before he passed out, he was still thinking, "Yingzi, maybe we really are not meant to be!"

After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Sen suddenly sat up, wanting to pick up his gun, but found that the place in front of him was both familiar and unfamiliar.

The kang (a heated brick bed) beneath him was covered with animal hides, and he was covered with an animal hide quilt.

Across from us was a large pot, steaming hot.

Voices could be heard coming from outside the door.

"Grandpa, is he awake?"