Next to the highway and railway crossing the Badain Jaran Desert to the west of Linhe City, in a lonely cabin, a soldier came who was wearing a uniform with his collar badge, cap badge, rank, epaulettes, armbands, and five-color medal list removed.
He is not tall, but very strong.
Look at the yellow sand all over the sky. There is no complaint about grinding the table.
Looking at everything in front of me with some novelty.
It was Huang Daya who sent him here. On the night he was pardoned from the death penalty, Huang Daya took him to meet someone.
He walked into the house and saw Chief Engineer Chang Zhu sitting on a chair, and immediately understood everything.
Chang Zhu is the chief engineer in charge of small arms in the Yang Fan system. There is no doubt that the bullet did not shatter his skull. It was not because of his extraordinary talent and his skull was as hard as a steel plate. It was because of the man in front of him.
When it comes to playing with gunpowder, no one can surpass this man.
Mo Zui's eyes suddenly turned red. Without the master's acquiescence, no one dared to save him, not even his wife.
Of course, all this was naturally arranged by the lady.
The madam still took it into consideration. He had served the Yang family for many years and could not bear for him to end up like this. Therefore, she arranged for Chang Zhu to handle the matter.
Obviously there is something wrong with either the gun or the bullet.
Otherwise, how could it just get stuck on the skull on the back of the head? It’s hard to control the timing. If it is stronger, it will go in. If it is lighter, it will be fake and will not have the effect of shocking other people.
After grinding the table, he bowed his head and shouted: "Mr. Chang, thank you for saving my life."
Chang Zhu hurriedly helped him up and said: "Fengxian, it's not me who can save you. It's because the master and his wife have softened their hearts. Ten shots are enough for what you committed. If you really want to hand it over to the Military Justice Department, you
The more than three hundred brothers must also be hunted down and shot. Don't resent me and my wife for this matter. If they don't handle it well, the army won't be able to lead them."
Mo Zhui said emotionally: "This time, a certain family owes all the brothers a life. If you hadn't sent a telegram to ask your wife to plead for mercy, and if you hadn't tampered with the bullets, Zhang Fengxian would have had ten lives and wouldn't have been able to shoot him with a pistol. This is
The bottom line is that I am sorry for the cultivation of the master and his wife. I have caused such a big trouble for the master because of my personal grudge. I have no resentment towards the master and his wife for letting me go. I am only grateful."
Chang Zhu asked: "How is the injury on the back of your head? It's nothing serious. I prepared the gunpowder accurately to 0.01 grams. I also consulted a doctor. Individual human skeletons vary greatly, and I'm not completely sure. If it's true,
If it goes in, it's fatal. And the warhead is also specially made, otherwise do you think your skull is really that hard?"
"It's nothing serious. It's just a flesh wound. There is a small hole on the back of the head, but it didn't penetrate the bone. It will be fine after a while." Mo Zui said, touching the bare back of his head. There were bandages all over it.
"Sister, your hand is still accurate. The location where you hit is the strongest part of the brain. If you change the location, you may have hit it thoroughly." Mo Zuo said to Huang Daya.
Huang Daya sighed and said: "After all, you are also a man. At the last moment, you did not move at all. If you move around, I really don't know where I can hit you."
That night, Chang Zhu and Huang Daya sat around the table and had a drink.
In the middle of the night, the truck came. Huang Daya brought a truck of supplies and a group of female soldiers, and after two days of turbulence, he delivered the grinding table to the construction section at the junction of desert and grassland.
While Huang Daya directed the female soldiers to unload the truck and move the materials for Mo Zuo into the cabin, he comforted Mo Zuo and said:
"You settle here first. There are no people around for thirty or forty miles here, and no one will disturb you. Stay in peace for a while and wait for the master to calm down. There is no chance of coming back. These supplies are all entrusted to you by the madam.
The preparations are enough to last for three years."
Mo Zui felt moved in his heart, lowered his head and said nothing.
"On both sides of the road here, every ten meters, there is a desert water collector. This is a new thing that the master got. Each one can collect fifty kilograms of water a day and a night. It is enough for your daily life. Any extra for you
You can use it to plant trees and water the saplings."
"After a while, the protective forest belts on both sides of the highway will need to be specially transformed. The sand will be added with an auxiliary material to turn it into something similar to soil, which can store water and fertilizer. In this way, as long as you water and fertilize, you can grow crops.
Yes. I will arrange for them to get you fifty acres of land first, where you can grow wheat, corn, and vegetables."
"Donkey Dan sent me a telegram, saying that he would get a steam pump for you later. That thing pumps a lot of water, and even digging a fish pond to raise fish can provide water. This is the edge of the desert, and there are some grasslands. Huang San
He said I would get you some sheep, and you can graze them as long as you go a little further."
Huang Daya talked nonchalantly, Mo Zhui was not bored at all. These old servants have deep feelings. They are all people who have served the master and his wife for many years.
Huang Daya left in a truck. Mo Zui began his life in the desert.
It didn't take long for him to travel through the surrounding ravines, mountains, deserts, and grasslands.
It's a pity that there is no river here and no water can be seen.
Only on the roadside near his residence are there facing each other, with a water collector every ten meters. There are a hundred water collectors in total. They can use the transpiration of the desert to collect five tons of water a day.
It will definitely not be used in daily life, but it can also be used to water trees, and after the sandy land is transformed, it can be used to grow food and vegetables.
This section is the interface between desert and desert. Ten miles away, there are still some sparse savannas.
For living, cooking, and heating, in addition to the truckload of briquettes delivered by Huang Daya, I had to collect firewood myself. There were many dead Populus euphratica forests there.
On this day, Mo Zui steamed steamed cakes, took pickles, and carried a big water hyacinth on his back. He headed northwest to explore. He planned to find out all about the surrounding situation.
After all, this is a wilderness and there are many wild animals. He is used to knowing everything clearly.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Huang Daya left him three old sleeves, two revolvers, various bullets and three boxes for his self-defense.
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Cold weapons also include steel crossbows, spears, waist knives, leg forks, etc. There are also more than a dozen sets of desert camouflage anti-stab suits left behind.
After Mo Zui was depressed for a few days, he became cheerful.
The blue sky and the vast land here made him indescribably happy.
It's just that I feel a little lonely, with no one to talk to.
Only when trucks and trains rumbled by did he have the opportunity to talk to people. Many drivers would come down to ask for a drink of water and chat for a while.
He climbed up a hill, looked at the sparse trees and grass, and felt a little lumpy in his heart. He opened his voice and sang loudly.
"Yan Zhang drove up the north slope, and there were more new tombs than old ones.
Guangwu of Han Dynasty is buried in the new grave, and Xiao He of Han Dynasty is buried in the old grave.
Han Xin is buried on the back of the blue dragon, Zhuge is buried in front of the five-foot plain..."
Mo Zhui stood on the stone hill, and an authentic Qin opera flowed out of his throat.
The tone of Qin Opera is high and passionate, the pronunciation is stiff, and the tone is strong and strong. Qin Opera is not sung, but shouted. The sharp and rough intonation has the power to shock people's hearts.
Suddenly an old man ran out from behind the mound nearby. Apparently he had been squatting there to defecate.
"You have such a bright voice! How come you, a young boy, can roar so well?"
Mo Zuo turned around and looked. He saw the old man wearing a sheepskin jacket and a white cloth bun on his head. He also held a sheep-driving whip in his hand. He looked at him with excitement on his face.
In Shaanxi, people who are good at Qin Opera, like celebrities, and their families are famous far and wide. This is an art rooted in this Loess Plateau and is deeply loved by the people.
Throughout Shaanxi, there are temple fairs organized by the common people and grassroots village communities every year to sing Qin opera.
The skills of Qin Opera are simple, rough, bold and exaggerated. Just like the vastness and vastness of the Loess Plateau, it expresses the emotions in the heart and expresses openness and transparency.
