Chapter 3 They Are Not Actors

  Pang Gang was walking on a narrow winding path overgrown with waist-high wild grass, it was already noon, and his stomach was growling with hunger, he was sweating profusely under the scorching sun.

  The more he walked, the heavier his heart felt with doubts. How could it be that after walking for half a day, he still hadn't seen a single person? Even in the most desolate of places, there should be someone around. And looking at the surroundings, everything seemed normal - the landscape was great too. Were the unscrupulous real estate developers in Xinghu City all blind? Couldn't they see the enormous economic value here?

  The scorching sun at noon was so fierce that it seemed to want to scorch people's skin, and just as Pang Gang was walking drowsily, he seemed to hear a rumbling sound coming from the front. After careful distinction, it seemed to be the sound of wheels rolling on the ground.

  "Huh? Where did the horse carriage come from? Does this kind of thing still exist in rural areas now?" Pang Gang's heart was filled with a huge joy, and his slight doubt was quickly thrown away. His originally exhausted body suddenly burst out with great energy again, and he immediately ran towards the direction where the sound came from with all his might.

  Soon, a fleet of more than a dozen horse-drawn carriages appeared in front of Pang Gang, with over 20 soldiers wearing armor-like uniforms and holding long spears walking alongside the carriages, as well as an officer riding a horse.

  "Hey... a few masters, stop for a moment, trouble you to take me with you, just take me back to the city and I'll give you... uh..." At first, Pang Gang didn't see the situation clearly and was stunned, standing stupidly in the middle of the road, staring blankly at this ancient fleet approaching.

  "What the...! It's so hot today, yet people are still filming a movie? Are there still directors and actors who are this dedicated?" Comrade Pang Gang expressed his incomprehension.

  Just as Pang was stunned, the team of soldiers had already arrived in front of him and slowly came to a stop. Before he could react, a young military officer in his early twenties, wearing a red uniform, had already pointed his long gun at his chest and shouted: "Who are you, daring to intercept the escort's heavy vehicle team!"

  Pang Gang, who was held at gunpoint, was a bit dazed from the start. Looking at this military officer with a serious face, he suddenly became anxious and said, "Hey, buddy, you'd better take a closer look, I'm not a member of your film crew, I just passed by, no need to be so serious, right? And hurry up and put away that thing in your hand, it's probably the real deal, if you accidentally hurt me, you won't be able to afford it."

  After finishing speaking, Pang Gang used his hand to push the sharp gun head that was pressed against his chest to one side. Who knew that as soon as he made this move, he heard a loud shout: "You dare, you scoundrel!" Afterwards, Pang Gang only saw the long spear flash and move to the side, and he felt a severe pain in his forehead, a hot flow flowed down from his forehead, and the already exhausted and hungry Pang Gang could no longer hold on, and he fell softly to the ground.

  "Someone, tie up this thief and search his body for any contraband!" The officer who had put away his gun glanced at Pang Gang, who was lying on the ground, with a cold expression and ordered the nearby soldier to bind him.

  "It's the big one!" Two soldiers had already come forward to tie up Pang Gang, and one of them began searching his body. Soon, the curved knife on Pang Gang was found!

  "This man is carrying a sharp object and a book!" The soldier immediately handed over the items he found on Pang Gang's body to the officer.

  "Hmph, what a bold thief, daring to privately stash a sharp weapon. It seems you must be a spy for the rebels." The officer casually set aside the book, which was as thick as half a brick, and when he saw the soldier hand over the curved knife with a cold glint, his face flashed with an unusual color. He was a connoisseur, and immediately recognized that this curved knife was not ordinary.

  The officer raised the curved knife in his right hand and lightly swung it at the long spear held in his left hand, only to hear a soft "whoosh" sound, and the gun handle made of high-quality white birch wood was immediately cut into two pieces.

  "What a fine sword!" A glint of greed flashed in the officer's eyes, and he growled savagely: "You thieving scoundrel! How dare you steal this official's treasured family heirloom? Do you know what crime you've committed?"

  "What? Stealing your family heirloom sword?"

  Pang Gang's mind was still a mess at this time, but when his head was heavily knocked by the officer with the gun, he immediately realized that everything in front of him was not right. If these people were really filming, they wouldn't dare to hit themselves even if they had ten times the courage. Moreover, if they were really filming, the director would have jumped out earlier when he made such a fuss.

  Although he didn't know why this group of officials dressed in what looked like Ming dynasty soldier attire wanted to take him down, when he saw the officer's greedy expression as he gazed at the curved sword that had "appeared" from his book, Pang Gang immediately understood. Having been tossed around in the big dye vat of modern society for over a year now, it seemed this officer had taken a liking to the curved sword.

  The officer carefully examined the Kirpan curved knife and then looked at Pang Gang's eyes, which already had a hint of fierce killing intent.

  "No good, he wants to kill me!" Pang Gang immediately came to this conclusion in his heart after seeing the fleeting gaze of this military officer.

  "What kind of people are you? Why catch me!" Feeling the crisis approaching, Pang Gang didn't care about the wound on his head and struggled with all his might.

  "Hum, you dare to intercept the official army's supply convoy? This is a capital offense! You're going to die soon." A soldier holding Pang Gang said coldly.

  "I'm innocent, I've been wronged! Who are you people? How dare you arrest me, do you know who I am?" Pang Gang shouted loudly.

  "Hmm......" The officer, who had initially wanted to kill the guy who suddenly appeared on the way, couldn't help but question himself after hearing Pang Gang's shout. After thinking for a moment, he ordered: "Bring someone over and tie this little brat to the grain cart first. We'll figure out what to do with him when we get to Ling Shan Wei."

  "Yes, sir!" The soldier immediately pushed Pang Gang to the back of a car and roughly tied him up with a rope. When the car continued moving, Pang Gang had no choice but to follow it forward.

  I think our comrade Pangang has never suffered such humiliation since he was a child, but under the traction of the horse cart, he was powerless to resist and was both tired and hungry, so he had no choice but to follow the grain cart forward in a sorry state, his footsteps staggering as if he couldn't be more pitiful.

  At this time, a seemingly trusted soldier quietly said to the officer: "Deputy Commander, why don't you just kill that little brat? He doesn't even have a letter of introduction on him. I think killing him wouldn't be a big deal."

  "Hmm..." The officer glanced at his trusted aide with a hint of impatience and said, "You don't understand anything. Look at the way that kid is dressed, and the curved knife in his hand, not to mention this book. Aren't you afraid he might have some background?" After saying this, the officer slapped the book in his hand, making a loud slapping sound, and continued, "If this kid really has some connections, if we kill him now and it gets out with all these people around, won't that be trouble? You've followed me for so many years, how could you not even have this much discernment? We can wait until we get back to the barracks and investigate his background thoroughly before dealing with him. It's not too late!"

  "Yes, yes, yes." The trusted aide's face showed a look of sudden realization, and he repeatedly said: "Your Excellency is wise, Your Excellency is wise!"

  "That's it, you young man still have a lot to learn!" Flattery is music to everyone's ears, and this officer was no exception. After hearing the flattering words from his confidant, a hint of complacency appeared on his face. He waved his hand and shouted loudly: "Speed up, we must return to the barracks before nightfall!"