Reborn 73 years later, he takes his mother-in-law hunting in the mountains.

Yang Shouye and Zheng Wenli chatted for quite a while.

No one paid any attention to Lu Yao.

But Lu Yao didn't say anything, he just stared at Zheng Wenli.

Zheng Wenli was quite annoyed by their stares.

"What are you looking at?"

"Oh, it's nothing. I just think you're quite pretty with delicate features!"

Zheng Wenli quickly took a step back.

Why is this kid looking so lecherous?

Yang Shouye then looked at Lu Yao:

What are you doing here?

"Reporting in? You're not that old, how come you're so forgetful?"

Lu Yao didn't need to be polite to Yang Shouye at all.

Before Yang Shouye could even get angry, Zheng Wenli was already displeased:

"Oh dear, young comrade, do you even know how to speak properly? How can you talk to your superior like that? Don't you have any manners?"

He seemed quite righteous and indignant.

Lu Yao couldn't help but smile. If it weren't for the fact that he was Zheng Shuang's father, Lu Yao really wouldn't have liked this pretty boy's appearance.

"This is none of your business, don't get involved. You don't know what's going on!"

Zheng Wenli frowned: "No matter the situation, you can't be so disrespectful! How can a militiaman speak to Director Yang like that?"

"So how are you going to talk to him?"

"At the very least, you should show some respect! He's our leader, after all!"

As Zheng Wenli spoke, he gave Yang Shouye another apologetic smile.

Lu Yao felt a little uncomfortable.

Zheng Shuang isn't following the trend either.

Why is this dad so despicable?

"Alright, you and your boss can be polite and courteous. I have my own way of doing things."

Then he looked at Yang Shouye:

"I'm here to report for duty, as you know."

Yang Shouye waved his hand and pointed to the other end:

"Go, go, go! The militia company is in the next room, go find Wang Biao!"

"Oh, you should have said so earlier!"

Lu Yao turned and left.

Zheng Wenli said angrily to Yang Shouye:

"This young man is so irresponsible, why would the militia want him?"

Yang Shouye gave a wry smile: "Sigh, never mind him. If he's disobedient, Wang Biao will deal with him. Come, come, sit down. How's your dad?"

The two exchanged polite greetings and sat down.

Lu Yao came out of the house and went straight to the militia company in the next row of houses.

At this moment, Wang Biao was pacing back and forth in the room with his hands behind his back and a military belt in his hand.

"Report."

Suddenly, a tall, dark figure appeared, standing against the doorframe.

You don't need to look closely to know that it's Liu Dameng from the militia company.

This young man is 1.88 meters tall and weighs 196 kilograms; he's practically a little giant.

He is Wang Biao's distant cousin.

Although he was a bit rough around the edges, he always listened to Wang Biao.

Liu Dameng was able to join the militia company entirely because he was known for his bravery in the surrounding villages.

Wang Biao also relied on the support of this little giant, and no one dared to utter a word when he bullied those below him.

"Da Meng, a nasty guy came to report for duty today. Do you know what to do?"

"I know, I'll beat him up!"

Liu Dameng rolled up his sleeves, revealing arms as thin as small rafters.

"No, no, no, don't make it so obvious. I heard this kid knows some people. So, you have to do as I say. I'll tell you when to hit him, then you hit him."

"When I say 'lighter,' I mean 'heavier,' understand?"

"yes!"

"Go ahead and tell the militia to be on standby at any time."

"yes!"

Big guy Liu Dameng went out.

Wang Biao continued pacing furiously.

"Hmph, going against the director? That's just asking for death! I wonder what kind of guy he is!"

"Hello, is Company Commander Wang here?"

Someone spoke, and Wang Biao turned around.

A tall, slender yet robust young man stood at the door.

"I am Wang Biao. What do you want? Who are you looking for?"

Wang Biao asked with a smile.

This young man is clean-cut, handsome, and quite likable.

"Oh, my name is Lu Yao. I'm a villager from Jiapigou Village. I'm here to report to the militia company."

"You're Lu Yao?"

"How do you know me?"

Seeing that Wang Biao's expression had changed, Lu Yao asked with a smile.

Wang Biao also realized that he had lost his composure.

Although Yang Shouye instructed him to deal with Lu Yao, he should do so secretly rather than directly.

So he forced a smile again:

"Oh, I've heard of you. I heard you're the best hunter in your village, right?"

"I don't deserve such praise; I've only managed to catch a few prey."

"Go to the yard and assemble!"

Wang Biao's expression suddenly turned stern.

He led Lu Yao out and roared in the commune's backyard:

"Assemble!"

Then, with a whistle in his mouth, he blew it loudly, "toot toot toot."

The dormitory door in the backyard opened, and more than twenty young men ran out with a "whoosh".

There were six Type 56 semi-automatic rifles, twelve Garand rifles, and a few younger men carrying red-tasseled spears. There was also one carrying a large cleaver, looking like an executioner.

Although their clothing and weapons were not very uniform, their steps were synchronized, indicating that they had trained quite a bit.

There are eight people in one row and twenty-four people in three rows.

Tall and robust, yet with a slender and spirited appearance.

Liu Dameng, who was a head taller than everyone else, spoke in a deep, booming voice:

"Reporting to the company commander, except for Ge Sanwang who is on sick leave, all twenty-four members of the militia company are present!"

Wang Biao walked a few steps in front of the crowd like a great general reviewing his troops.

With chest puffed out and belly flat, hands behind back:

"Comrades, we are establishing this militia company in response to the great leader's call for 'the whole nation to be soldiers,' and to implement the Party Central Committee's instructions to strengthen combat readiness!"

Are you ready to sacrifice your lives for your country, to shed blood and give your lives?

More than twenty people shouted in unison:

"Always be prepared!"

Wang Biao nodded.

Continue the impassioned speech:

"We are civilians when we pick up hoes, and soldiers when we shoulder guns. This isn't just for show; we need solid basic skills! Today, we are newcomers..."

"Young comrade, we're having a temporary training session to help the new recruits get used to our demanding environment!"

Then look at Lu Yao:

"Comrade Xiao Lu, don't be afraid. From now on, we are all class brothers. Consider today as an introduction."

Lu Yao waved to the militiamen:

"Hello everyone, I am Lu Yao from Jiapigou. You can call me by my nickname, Tuwazi."

Wang Biao waved his hand: "On my command, the three teams become one team, and sit down in a circle."

These people took small, quick steps, moving backwards, and sat down on the ground, spaced three feet apart.

Wang Biao looked at Lu Yao:

"Young comrade, welcome. However, the militia needs soldiers with excellent physical fitness, so we must consider your qualifications."

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A militiaman shouted:

"Company Commander Wang, this young man shot birds in flight, even the county magistrate praised him, I saw it with my own eyes."

"Shut up!"

Wang Biao glared fiercely at the talkative militiaman.

Then he looked at Lu Yao with a smile:

"Marksmanship is only one aspect; close-quarters combat skills are also essential. I'm going to test your basics. You choose someone to fight against."

Let's have a little contest. But we'll stop when we've reached a point.

Lu Yao actually quite liked the atmosphere of the militia company.

Soldiers should prioritize military prowess.

So he casually pointed to the young man who had just spoken up for him:

"Hey bro, let's have a go at it."