Seeing Mo Shangyun's actions, he couldn't help but ask in wonder: "Don't you bring it with you?"
After all, it is a good weapon. If it is disassembled into parts and placed in a backpack, it can be used at any time.
Moreover, Lu Yang glanced at Mo Shangyun's backpack - there were not many things, so he could put them down.
"Not useful."
Mo Shangyun took a few steps back, observed the angle, and confirmed that if he didn't look carefully, he would not find it, so he clapped his hands with confidence.
She can't use it, but she doesn't want this weapon to be picked up by anyone.
Lu Yang was a little confused and prompted: "Miao Lun is a sniper."
"Yes." Putting his hand in his pocket, Mo Shangyun turned his head and looked at him with a smile, "But I'm not a sniper."
"That's a sniper rifle."
"But I didn't want to compete with him for gunfire." Mo Shangyun moved her wrist, clenched her right hand into a fist, and smiled, "I'm better at close combat."
“…”
Lu Yang seems to understand but not understand.
In his combat philosophy, the way to deal with one sniper is either another sniper or shells are blown up one after another, but the latter is impossible for both of them, so the subconscious thought it was the first...
However, Mo Shangyun didn't seem to want to compete with the other party for gunfire, but instead took action directly when the other party didn't react.
After thinking about it this way, Lu Yang roughly understood.
"Company Commander Mo..."
Mo Shangyun interrupted him, "Just call me Mo Shangyun."
"Ink..."
Lu Yang opened his mouth and shouted two words, but he could not scream for a moment when he saw Mo Shangyun's eyes.
He lowered his head apologetically.
Knowing that Mo Shangyun is an officer and being used to the hierarchy of the army, it is difficult for him to call Mo Shangyun the name directly.
"Then just call it casually." Mo Shangyun said nothing.
Lu Yang blinked, thought for a while, but couldn't come up with a suitable title.
"What are you just trying to say?" Mo Shangjun reminded helplessly.
Lu Yang came back to his senses and asked, "Do you want to sneak into the inside of the hunting rifle?"
"Um."
Nodded, Lu Yang said, "Then I will describe Miao Lun's characteristics to you then."
"Okay." Mo Shangyun chuckled, "Thank you."
"It's okay." Lu Yang looked up at the sky, then said, "Let's get out of here first."
Mo Shangyun nodded and followed closely behind.
It is very familiar with the terrain, but the road here is not flat. The winding roads are all downhill. The terrain is complex and dangerous. If both of them had some experience in various wild environments, they would probably be able to do so.
The steep slope rolled down several times.
But even so, when the two of them came to the flat ground, they had some skin injuries and were covered with dust and mud.
"Here."
After patting the soil on his body, Lu Yang waved to Mo Shangyun.
Mo Shangyun quickly followed.
Following Lu Yang, turning left and right, Mo Shangyun almost couldn't remember the route, and finally saw a house and building built by humans.
This is a small mountain village with nice scenery, at least better than I imagined.
Lu Yang led Mo Shangyun around the mountain village for a while, circled around the fields, and finally came to a wooden house.
Mo Shangyun looked at the dilapidated wooden house for a few glances and saw a middle-aged woman in her forties and fifties walking out of it. When she saw Lu Yang, she spoke to Lu Yang in local language, and Lu Yang also replied to her fluently.
.
Mo Shangyun saw Lu Yang pointing at him, then took out some local banknotes and gave them to the middle-aged woman. The middle-aged woman happily took the money and left.
Lu Yang turned around and smiled at Mo Shangyun, "It's done."
"Can you teach some local words?" Mo Shangyun turned her head and asked helplessly.
This feeling of watching others chat and answering but knowing nothing has happened to Mo Shangyun several times.
Just before, she thought that if she could go back alive, a very important thing was to learn a few more languages.
"Ah, yes."
Lu Yang nodded.
Mo Shangyun shrugged.
The two entered the wooden house.
The inside is quite neat and clean. When you enter the house, you will be the living room. Turn left to the bedroom. There are only two rooms. There is a wooden bed in the bedroom, which is short and narrow, but sleeping alone is not a problem.
"You rest here, wait until you wake up before you talk about other things." Lu Yang stood at the door of the bedroom and explained to Mo Shangyun.
When he approached the bedroom, Mo Shangyun took off his backpack and asked Lu Yang: "Where are you?"
"I'm outside." Lu Yang said.
"OK."
Mo Shangyun responded.
Without continuing to communicate, Mo Shangyun raised her hand and pressed her eyebrows, walked to the small wooden bed, sat up, and lay down.
Although the possibility of something happening in such a place is very low, Mo Shangyun is still not prepared to take off her shoes, socks and clothes. After all, excessive relaxation can easily reduce her alertness. She is more inclined to stay nervous at any time than to rest after relaxation.
*
Mo Shangyun slept for three hours.
Just after 1 o'clock, Mo Shangyun opened her eyes.
There is a small window in the room without curtains. Today is sunny and sunny. When it is noon, the light outside is dazzling, and even the room is full of light and very bright.
In such an environment, it is basically impossible to fall asleep after opening your eyes.
Mo Shangyun got up from the bed and planned to go out and see Lu Yang.
It happened that as soon as I arrived at the door, I saw Lu Yang walking in from outside.
He was holding two bowls of wontons in his hand.
"woke up?"
When he ran into Mo Shangyun standing at the door of the bedroom, Lu Yang immediately smiled at Mo Shangyun, his eyes and eyebrows were warm, making people feel confused.
Soon, Lu Yang put the wontons on a very small dining table.
There are also two small stools next to the dining table so that they can sit and eat.
"Where did it come from?" Mo Shangyun's eyes fell on the bowl of steaming wontons.
"Made this owner," Lu Yang put the dumplings, stood up, smiled at Mo Shangyun, "Free."
"I made money." Mo Shangyun looked at him teasingly.
Lu Yang then took back his smile.
Mo Shangyun was not in a hurry to eat it. She went to the bag to find the mouthwash, cleaned it briefly before returning to the house.
Lu Yang got some seasonings from somewhere, including vinegar, chili and sauerkraut, but he didn't put them in the bowl. He should have been waiting for Mo Shangyun to make them according to his own taste.
“When is the time to set off?”
Sitting down opposite Lu Yang, Mo Shangyun asked Lu Yang.
She picked up the chopsticks, picked up some chili and put them in the bowl.
Lu Yang said: "It's about two o'clock in the afternoon."
"Is there any place to use weapons?" Mo Shangyun asked after eating wontons.
“Yes, but…”
"Um?"
Mo Shangyun glanced at him in confusion.
After thinking about it, Lu Yang said: "The price is not very cost-effective, and the quality is far from the army."
"Oh." Mo Shangyun nodded, expressing his understanding, "Then forget it."
Since that's the case, just grab it for free.
Under normal circumstances, Mo Shangyun does not like to lose money.
“How is it?”
"very good."
After ate another wonton, Mo Shangyun gave a very good comment.
From the afternoon of the day to now, I have eaten a bowl of noodles made by "her mother" and a pack of compressed biscuits. If the wontons placed in front of her are as high as the bowl of noodles last night, she can also be happy and happy.
I ate it.
Lu Yang smiled.
They both ate and spoke, and Lu Yang called Mo Shangyun a few local words. Mo Shangyun had some talent in language, and he said it a few times and was very neat, and even the tone could be imitated in the same way.
Lu Yang can only express his admiration for this.
As they were talking and chatting, it was two o'clock in the afternoon. Mo Shangyun and Lu Yang got up to clean up, and then set off together.
When I went out, I ran into the middle-aged aunt, who said goodbye to Mo Shangyun and Lu Yang with a smile.
...
The weather here is different from Ancheng. Even in November, the temperature is still over 30 degrees.
I couldn't get any means of transportation, and when Mo Shangyun and Lu Yang left, they still had two legs.
Fortunately, they didn't need to rush, so the two of them formulated detailed strategies on the way.
Both sides are very clear about the purpose. Lu Yang went for the boss and Mo Shangyun went for Miao Lun. The two must be dispersed after sneaking in. In addition, they did not have any communication equipment, so they made it in advance.
Planning is necessary.
Because they don’t understand the environment of the hunting rifle base, their plan is also very simple. The focus of the discussion is to introduce the composition of the hunting rifle to Mo Shangyun.
After staying in the hunting rifle for half a year, and He Shui never restricted Lu Yang's actions, Lu Yang knew very well about the hunting rifle organization. Even how many people they usually have in secret sentries, where they like to hide, and even who are usually arranged to carry out the work.
Lu Yang knew very well.
At this time, even if Lu Yang reveals a little more information, it can reduce Mo Shangyun's mortality rate during action.
Therefore, Mo Shangyun listened very seriously throughout the whole process, and at the same time formulated several action plans in his mind, and then screened and planned in detail after inquiring.
*
Night falls.
As Lu Yang said, before dark, the two arrived at the hunting rifle stronghold.
This stronghold is near the town and is not a prosperous area, but it is not a deserted place. There are several families around it, but perhaps they all know that there are people who are not easy to mess with near the stronghold, so there is basically no way to find a near the stronghold.
Traces to pedestrians.
As soon as it gets dark, I can't see anyone.
Mo Shangyun and Lu Yang first found the hidden point, and then used a telescope to observe the situation of the stronghold after avoiding the sight of the guards at the door.
Lu Yang observed and told, Mo Shangyun was sitting on the ground and used a pen to depict rough images of the building on paper.
Although he has a certain level of painting skills and has no problem painting according to the description, Mo Shangyun always feels indescribable depression about this kind of combat preparation that wastes manpower and material resources.
The sequelae of long-term dependence on high-tech equipment.
——Mo Shangyun silently concluded in her heart.
In this way, the two of them struggled for several hours and figured out the exit of the building, the open and secret posts, plus some observable firepower deployments.
Fortunately, although the two of them did not have any weapons, the other party would not be as dangerous as heavy weapons were flooding, and the danger was greatly reduced.
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