Lu Yang approached.
Seeing Mo Shangyun's actions, he couldn't help but wonder, "Aren't you going to bring it on?"
It's a good weapon anyway, and if you take it apart and put it in your backpack, you can use it at any time.
Moreover, Lu Yang glanced at Mo Shangyun's backpack - there wasn't much to put it down.
"It doesn't work."
Mo Shangyun took a few steps back, observed the angle, and made sure that he couldn't find it if he didn't look carefully, 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, so he reminded: "Miao Lun is a sniper."
"Well." With one hand in his trouser pocket, Mo Shangyun turned his head sideways and looked at him with a half-smile, "But I'm not a sniper."
"That's a sniper rifle."
"But I didn't want to fight with him." Mo Shangyun moved his wrist, clenched his right hand into a fist, and said with a smile, "I'm better at close range combat."
"… "
Lu Yang seems to understand but does not understand.
In his combat philosophy, the way to deal with a sniper is either another sniper or shells blasting in turn, but the latter is impossible for the two of them, so the subconscious thinks it is the first...
However, Mo Shangyun doesn't seem to want to fight with the other party, but instead starts directly when the other party doesn't react
Thinking about it this way, Lu Yang can roughly understand.
"Captain Mo..."
Mo Shangyun interrupted him, "Just call me Mo Shangyun."
"Ink on..."
Lu Yang opened his mouth and shouted out two words, but when he saw Mo Shangyun's eyes, he was speechless for a while.
He bowed his head apologetically.
Knowing that Mo Shangjun was an officer, he was accustomed to the army hierarchy, and it was difficult for him to call Mo Shangjun by his first name.
"Then call me whatever you want." Mo Shangyun said indifferently.
Lu Yang blinked and thought for a while, but couldn't think of a suitable name.
"What did you just say?" Mo Shangjun reminded helplessly.
Lu Yang regained his senses and asked, "Are you trying to sneak directly into the shotgun?"
"Um."
Nodding his head, Lu Yang said, "Then I will describe Miao Lun's characteristics to you at that time."
"Okay." Mo Shangyun chuckled, "Thank you."
"It's alright." Lu Yang raised his eyes and looked at the sky, then said, "Let's get out of here first."
Mo Shangyun nodded and followed closely.
I am very familiar with the terrain, but the road here is not smooth. The winding roads are all downhill, and the terrain is complex and dangerous. If both of them have some experience in various wild environments, I am afraid that Rolled down the steep slope several times.
But, even so, when the two of them came to the flat ground, their bodies were somewhat traumatized, and their bodies were covered with dust and mud.
"This way."
Patting the soil on his body, Lu Yang waved to Mo Shangyun.
Mo Shangyun quickly followed.
Turning left and right with Lu Yang, when Mo Shangjun almost couldn't remember the route, he finally saw a building built by humans.
This is a small mountain village, the scenery is not bad, at least better than imagined,
Lu Yang led Mo Shangyun around the mountain village for a while, going around the fields, and finally came to a wooden house.
Mo Shangjun looked at the dilapidated wooden house and saw a middle-aged woman in her 40s and 50s walking out of it. As soon as she saw Lu Yang, she spoke to Lu Yang in the local language, and Lu Yang replied to her in fluent language. .
Mo Shangjun 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 his head and smiled at Mo Shangyun: "It's done."
"Can you teach me a few local dialects?" Mo Shangyun tilted his head and asked helplessly.
This kind of feeling of watching others babble and answering Ruliu without knowing anything has really happened to Mo Shangyun a few times.
Just before, she thought that if she could go back alive, a very important thing was probably to learn a few more useful languages.
"Ah, yes."
Lu Yang nodded.
Mo Shangyun shrugged.
The two entered the cabin.
The inside is fairly neat and clean. Entering the house is the living room. Turning to the left is 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 and talk about other things when you wake up." Lu Yang stood at the door of the bedroom and explained to Mo Shangyun.
Approaching the bedroom, Mo Shangjun took off his backpack and asked Lu Yang, "How about you?"
"I'm outside." Lu Yang said.
"Row."
Mo Shangyun responded.
Without continuing to communicate, Mo Shangyun raised his hand and pressed his eyebrows, then walked to the small wooden bed, sat on it, and lay down.
Although the possibility of accidents in this kind of place is very low, Mo Shangyun is still not ready to take off her shoes, socks and clothes. After all, excessive relaxation can easily reduce her alertness. Compared with resting after relaxation, she is more inclined to maintain a tense state at any time.
Mo Shangyun slept for three hours.
Just after 12 o'clock, Mo Shangyun opened his eyes.
There is a small window in the room with no curtains. It is sunny and sunny today. At noon, the light outside is dazzling, and the room is full of light and very bright.
In such an environment, it is almost impossible to fall asleep after opening your eyes.
Mo Shangyun got up from the bed and planned to go out to see Lu Yang.
Coincidentally, as soon as I got to the door, I saw Lu Yang walking in from the outside.
He was holding two bowls... wontons.
"woke up?"
When he bumped into Mo Shangyun standing at the door of the bedroom, Lu Yang immediately smiled at Mo Shangyun, the smile on the corners of his eyes was warm, and he was fascinated.
Soon, Lu Yang put the wontons on the small dining table.
There are also two small stools beside the dining table for them to sit and eat.
"Where did it come from?" Mo Shangyun's eyes fell on the bowl of steaming wontons.
"The owner of this house made it." After Lu Yang put the dumplings away, he stood up and smiled at Mo Shangyun, "It's free."
"I earned it." Mo Shangyun looked at him teasingly.
Lu Yang took his smile back.
Mo Shangjun was not in a hurry to eat. He went to the bag to find the mouthwash, cleaned it briefly, and then went back to the house.
Lu Yang didn't know where to get some seasonings. There were vinegar, chili peppers, and sauerkraut, but he didn't put them in the bowl. He should have been waiting for Mo Shangyun to adjust it according to his own taste.
"when to departure?"
Sitting down opposite Lu Yang, Mo Shangjun asked Lu Yang.
She picked up the chopsticks and put some chili into the bowl.
Lu Yang said, "It's two o'clock in the afternoon."
"Is there any place where weapons can be used?" Mo Shangjun asked after eating a wonton.
"Yes, yes, but..."
"Um?"
Mo Shangyun looked at him suspiciously.
After thinking for a while, Lu Yang said, "The price is not very good, and the quality is far from that of the troops."
"Oh." Mo Shangyun nodded, expressing understanding, "That's fine."
If so, grab it for free.
Under normal circumstances, Mo Shangyun doesn't like to do business at a loss.
"what about the taste?"
"very good."
I ate another wonton, and Mo Shangyun gave him a very positive evaluation.
From this afternoon to the present, she has eaten a bowl of noodles made by "her mother" and a pack of compressed biscuits. If the wontons placed in front of her now are of the same grade as the bowl of noodles last night, she would be happy too. to eat.
Lu Yang smiled.
The two of them were talking while eating, and Lu Yang asked Mo Shangyun to say a few local dialects. Mo Shangjun has some talent for language. After speaking a few times, it was very neat, and he could even imitate the same intonation.
In this regard, Lu Yang can only express admiration.
After talking and chatting, it was two o'clock in the afternoon, Mo Shangjun and Lu Yang then got up and packed up, and then set off together.
When I was going out, I bumped into the middle-aged aunt, who also said goodbye to Mo Shangjun and Lu Yang with a smile.
…
The weather here is different from Ancheng. Even though it is November, the temperature is still over 30 degrees.
There was no means of transportation, so when Mo Shangjun and Lu Yang left, they still relied on their two legs.
Fortunately, they didn't have to hurry, so the two made a detailed strategy on the road.
The purpose of both parties is very clear. Lu Yang is going for the big boss, and Mo Shangjun is going for Miao Lun. After sneaking in, the two must spread out. In addition, the two do not have any communication equipment, so they made a plan in advance. Planning is necessary.
Because they didn't understand the environment of the shotgun stronghold, their plan was also very simple. The focus of the discussion later was that Lu Yang and Mo Shangjun introduced the composition of the shotgun.
He has been in Shotgun for half a year, and He Shui has never restricted Lu Yang's movements, so Lu Yang has a good understanding of the organization of Shotgun. Even they usually have a few people in the secret post, where they like to hide, and even who they usually arrange to carry out , Lu Yang is very clear.
At this time, even if Lu Yang revealed a little more information, it would reduce the mortality rate of Mo Shangyun during his actions.
Therefore, Mo Shangyun listened very carefully throughout the whole process, and by the way, he formulated several action plans in his mind, and then screened and planned in detail after inquiring.
Night falls.
As Lu Yang said, the two arrived at the shotgun's stronghold before dark.
This stronghold is near the town. It is not a prosperous area, but it is not an uninhabited place. There are a few scattered households around, but maybe they all know that there are people who are not easy to mess with near the stronghold, so it is basically impossible to find near the stronghold. to the pedestrian trail.
When it got dark, no one was to be seen.
Mo Shangjun and Lu Yang first found the hidden spot, and then after avoiding the sight of the guards at the gate, they used binoculars to observe the situation at the base.
Lu Yang observed and narrated, while Mo Shangyun sat on the ground and drew a rough image of the building on paper with a pen.
Although he has a certain painting skills, there is no problem in painting according to the description, but Mo Shangyun always has an indescribable depression about this waste of manpower and material resources.
The sequelae of long-term dependence on high-tech equipment.
- Mo Shangyun silently concluded in his heart.
In this way, the two tossed for several hours, and figured out the exit of the building, the location of the bright and dark posts, and some observable firepower deployments.
Fortunately, although the two have no weapons in their hands, the other party will not be flooded with heavy weapons, and the danger is greatly reduced.
332. Shotgun [four]