(4) Escape from the bandit's lair

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  Yang Shuo Ming looked around again, and noticed that the number of people in the mountain stronghold seemed to have increased slightly compared to before. After realizing that it was likely that the bandits had discovered their companion's death and were searching for him and the woman, his heart began to beat violently.

  Suppressing the tension in his heart, Yang Shuo Ming followed the topographic map and quickly arrived at the ancient well that seemed to have been abandoned.

  This is a large octagonal well paved with huge bluestones, which seems to have been unused for many years. However, the clear rope marks on the edge of the well reveal its history.

  Although there were still some exquisite and simple stone carvings around the well, Yang Shuo had no interest in appreciating them at this time. He picked up a small stone and threw it into the well. It took a long time before he heard a faint sound of the stone hitting the water.

  Yang Shuo Ming carefully observed the well mouth again, and his eyes indicated several points on the well wall. Yang Shuo Ming bent down to enter the well mouth, stretched out his hand to touch it, and when he touched several deep pits, he couldn't help but feel a burst of excitement in his heart.

  He turned around and looked at the woman, pointing to the wellhead. She should be very clever and immediately understood his meaning. A hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, and she nodded involuntarily.

  Yang Shuo Ming inserted the dagger into the scabbard tied to his leg, and after making sure that no one around had discovered them, he carefully used both hands to hold onto the well rim, and slowly lowered himself into the well, using his feet to feel for those recesses that served as handholds, and once he had a firm footing, he began to make his way down into the well.

  Yang Shuo Ming tightly grasped the concave holes with his fingers, constantly climbing downwards. Before long, the light on top of his head suddenly dimmed, followed by a rustling sound. He knew that the woman had also followed him down into the well.

  Soon, the surroundings became darker and darker, and Yang Shuo Ming could hardly see the situation around him. He continued to climb down for a while, and when he felt his fingers getting more and more sour and the surroundings getting darker and darker, a square-shaped hole appeared on the well wall.

  Yang Shuo Ming stepped into the entrance of the cave, carefully taking a few steps forward. The inside of the cave was gloomy and dark, but it was very dry. Yang Shuo Ming seemed to hear a faint sound of running water in the distance.

  At this time, the cursor in Yang Shuo Ming's eyes began to move again, indicating the direction of advancement and obstacles on the road. Although it was getting darker ahead, Yang Shuo Ming could still distinguish the road.

  Before long, the woman also entered the cave entrance. Perhaps it was the darkness of the cave that made her feel an instinctive fear, and she couldn't help but let out a soft cry.

  Yang Shuo Ming turned around and looked at her, naturally extending his hand. She hesitated for a moment, then trembled as she grasped the tip of his finger. Yang Shuo Ming pulled her along, quickly navigating through the darkness.

  After walking for a long time through the winding path, the sound of running water suddenly became clear, and soon the surroundings opened up to reveal a huge cave.

  Yang Shuo Ming and the woman quickened their pace, running towards a distant place with light. Soon, a small cave entrance appeared before them, and the gurgling water flowed out from there as well. When Yang Shuo Ming rushed to the outside of the cave, standing in the ankle-deep creek water, feeling the warm sunshine on his body, he suddenly felt a dizziness that was hard to explain.

  At this time, the woman had already loosened her grip, she lowered her head to look at the clear creek water below, and with a dazed expression, she brushed aside the disheveled long hair that covered half of her face. Suddenly, she covered her face with both hands and began to sob.

  Yang Shuo Ming looked at her with some surprise, unable to understand why she was crying, and for a moment he was at a loss.

  For Yang Shuo Ming, a woman's tears are something with extremely strong destructive power. This is also the reason why he never made a move on that beautiful female journalist after they first met. For someone like Yang Shuo Ming who has been fond of dancing with knives and guns since childhood, it's nothing to fearlessly face a thug's sharp blade, but a girl's tears are enough to disarm him completely.

  But facing her who was crying, his eyes only gave out information like "Emotional fluctuation degree: intense." "Blood pressure: 90-140" "Heartbeat: 92" and other hollow data.

  It was easy for her to cry enough, and Yang Shouming, who had taken the opportunity to rest for a while, felt that his physical strength had recovered, so he took her on the road again.

  To get rid of the bandits' pursuit as soon as possible, Yang Shuo Ming originally chose a steep mountain road, but seeing that the woman's leg was scratched by branches, he sighed and still chose the easy-to-walk main road.

  He had already lost once before, but this time he made the same choice again.

  Although he knew it was likely to end in the same way.

  Fortunately, this time he faced not a large police force or regular army, but bandits.

  About half an hour later, a valley appeared in front of me.

  Yang Shuoming, who was both hungry and tired, arrived at the creek water at the bottom of the valley. Just then, he suddenly heard the sound of people shouting and horses neighing, and his heart couldn't help but be startled.

  "Brothers! Who's daughter is running out from that house?" A clear voice of a bandit.

  "Halt! Don't run! Or I'll shoot!" The gunshot rang out immediately.

  Yang Shuo Ming heard the gunshot and immediately pulled out the "pistol" that was hidden behind his waist, pulling her to hide behind a huge rock.

  Soon, several horseback riders appeared in front of them.

  Yang Shuo Ming saw clearly the opponent's figure, and without thinking much, he immediately raised his homemade handgun and aimed at the horse-riding bandit who was rushing over.

  Yang Shuo Ming opened the hammer, trying to aim at the "three points and one line" standard way, aiming the muzzle of the handmade pistol at the bandit. At this time, the light spot in his eyes also locked onto a horse thief who was rushing forward first. After Yang Shuo Ming confirmed that he had aimed at the target, he fiercely pulled the trigger.

  "Bang!" With a deafening gunshot, Yang Shuoming felt his wrist violently shaking, and his ears also buzzed once, starting to ring.

  It was almost as he had estimated, this shot didn't hit the target at all. If it wasn't for the aiming cursor in his eyes, he wouldn't even know where the shot went.

  However, this shot still had a certain deterrent effect. The horse thief who was charging in the front suddenly pulled the reins of his horse and stopped, and the several horses behind him also stopped. After seeing that there was no second shot coming, they charged again.

  Yang Shuo Ming forcefully opened the gun mechanism, ejecting the still smoking cartridge and loading another round. Just as he raised his gun again, the light spot in his eyes began to move once more, providing "aim correction" data. Yang Shuo Ming was taken aback by this prompt, but his hand holding the gun involuntarily moved slightly.

  After the prompt "Fire" appeared in his eyes, Yang Shuo Ming decisively pulled the trigger.

  Bang!

  With the deafening sound of gunfire, the body of the bandit who was holding a short gun and charging forward on horseback suddenly stopped, then fell off the horse and into the creek. In that instant when water splashed everywhere, Yang Shaoming seemed to see a flash of blood light. And his eyes gave out the information "hit".

  The bandit who had been hit fell into the water, but his leg was entangled in the reins of the horse, which, frightened and out of control, dragged him along as it galloped wildly in the opposite direction.

  Two bandits who were rushing up were taken aback, they were obviously somewhat frightened, and immediately reined in their horses. At this time, another bandit rushed up, shouting curses, with a long gun in his hand, but he seemed to have no confidence in his marksmanship, holding the gun to threaten Yang Shaoming without firing.

  As Yang Shuo Ming watched this scene, he gradually calmed down in his heart. He calmly reloaded the bullets, raised his gun again, took aim and fired, knocking the opponent off his horse into the creek with one shot.

  This scene obviously had a great impact on the bandits, who turned their horses around and fled in all directions, disappearing without a trace in an instant.

  As he watched the bandits' shadows disappear, Yang Shuo let out a long breath. He carefully observed his surroundings and, after confirming that there were no enemies nearby, quickly made his way to the creek to examine the aftermath of his first gunfight in his life.

  At this time, the frightened horse had stood up from the creek water and was walking back and forth restlessly. Yang Shaoming reloaded his homemade pistol with bullets and carefully approached the bandit who was lying in a pool of blood. He saw that there was a huge bloody hole in the bandit's chest, and fresh blood was gushing out. The bandit's eyes were wide open, and his face had a ferocious and resentful expression, looking very frightening.

  Yang Shuo Ming found the long spear that the other party had dropped. When his eyes fell on the spear, his body involuntarily stiffened for a moment.

  Because this long gun that was obviously a military rifle looked like it had been through a lot, but to Yang Shuo's feeling, it was so familiar.

  With his profound knowledge of history and familiarity with firearms, he had already identified the gun's identity, but in his heart, he dared not believe it.

  But the prompt information in his eyes confirmed his judgment without any difference.

  Model: Mauser 1888. Length: 1240 mm. Barrel length: 750 mm. Magazine capacity: 5 rounds. Effective range: 2000 m.

  Yang Shuo Ming smiled wryly and shook his head helplessly, slinging the old-fashioned rifle over his back. He soon found another short gun discarded by a bandit who had been shot dead, also a locally-made short-barreled handgun that looked like a signal pistol. Unlike the "pistol" in his hand, this was an old-fashioned firearm that fired lead bullets.

  Yang Shuo Ming, who was in a state of anxiety and confusion, took away the remaining bullets and a machete from the bandit's body, without continuing to search for useful things on the bandit's corpse. He looked at the horse, sighed, and shouted at the woman who was still hiding behind the rock and peeking out: "Hey! Can you ride a horse?"