Chapter 7: Accidental Acquisition

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  The trip to Beida Camp made Li Ruofeng's originally heavy heart a little lighter.

  That year, the batch of classmates who passed through "Li's Training Camp" with him, except for a small number who stayed in Lijia Village, have been dispersed across the country and abroad over the years, each performing their duties according to his deployment.

  Biaozi, Sihu, Yanti, Xuda are also part of this layout.

  The core of the entire layout has not been arranged domestically, because Li Ruofeng is very clear about the domestic economic, industrial, military and political situation, which does not conform to the guidelines of his entire plan.

  Li Ruofeng absolutely does not believe that a China without unification can achieve the so-called industrial salvation and national salvation through industry as those entrepreneurs in the late Qing period had advocated.

  He never really believed that a country's economic and industrial system could be completed in three to five years.

  So from the very beginning, set sights on foreign countries.

  With the conservative feudal ideology inherited from Lao Li's family for nearly two hundred years, whether it is Three Principles of the People or communism, talking about these things to them is like playing a lute to a cow. They are very traditional and practical, all their efforts are only to preserve the foundation of the old Li family. Therefore, Li Ruofeng did not dare to discuss with his parents what industry thrives the country, resists war, and saves the nation, but could only use the reason that there must be no intact eggs under the destroyed nest, the hundred-year-old foundation of the Li family cannot be destroyed in their generation, and they would not be able to face their ancestors, to persuade the family to make arrangements early.

  If it weren't for the seven years he spent studying in Japan, Li Ruofeng wouldn't have dared to imagine what means could be used to persuade those stubborn old men at home. Even so, several elderly uncles of his grandfather's generation refused to agree to relocate the family. Their reason was simple: during the Russo-Japanese War, the foundation of the Li family hadn't been shaken by these foreign devils.

  However, fortunately, after the "Huanggutun Incident" that shocked China and foreign countries in 1928 was accurately predicted by Li Ruofeng, the opposition voices of the old conservatives in Lao Li's family finally disappeared. After all, compared to Zhang Zuolin, who shook the Northeast, the Li family village is nothing. If the Japanese really wanted to move against the Li family village, the outcome can be imagined.

  With his seven years of studying in Japan, no matter what astonishing actions he takes in the future, they can be explained logically and won't make people feel surprised as a "monster".

  Like Xie Da and Yan Tie, Li Ruofeng is not the only one in China. On the intelligence front line which is more important than the real battlefield, Li Ruofeng has invested a large amount of human, material and financial resources.

  In Li Ruofeng's past life, as a pseudo-military enthusiast, apart from spending years browsing military forums and reading up on weaponry knowledge, what interested him the most was information related to intelligence agencies such as the Soviet Union's KGB, Israel's Mossad, Britain's MI5, and America's CIA. His long-held argument has been: Intelligence is the most crucial factor in determining the outcome of all battles.

  And this generation of Li's family, itself is the evolution of the infamous Qing Dynasty spy organization "Blood Drop" . The ancestors of Li's family may not be qualified as soldiers, but each generation is absolutely excellent in intelligence and assassination.

  Nearly two hundred years of historical accumulation, combined with the modern military intelligence system and training standards introduced by Li Ruofeng, have made the Li family's intelligence organization more perfect and its infiltration work more accurate.

  In the past, Li's family was self-sufficient but not ambitious enough. However, under the subtle influence of Li Ruofeng, the younger generation of the Li family has gradually moved beyond the boundaries of their ancestral land in Panlong Ridge. Their vision and understanding have become more aligned with current domestic and international trends. Although these changes are still far from satisfactory to Li Ruofeng due to being constrained by that accursed ancestral tradition, Li Ruofeng, who has a deep understanding of the over 200-year history of the Li family, is aware that it was not easy for his predecessors to achieve this much.

  Years of endurance, thin accumulation and thick release, nearly twenty-three years of persistence, everything, all for the faith deeply hidden in his heart, a plan that no one would believe if spoken out loud in this era.

  Now, this massive plan can finally enter the countdown to launch.

  It's been too long since he felt the warmth of this white mountain, black water and black land. Li Ruofeng did not accept Sihou's suggestion to take a train from Fengtian Station to Qiqihar. He is now thoroughly enjoying the freedom of galloping his horse across the forest and snowy plains.

  Although it has been nearly half a year, the disaster brought by the flames of war triggered by the Middle East Railway incident can still be seen everywhere along this road.

  War is a gamble for the political interests of those in power, but ultimately, it is the poor people living at the bottom of society who suffer. Although the Northeast government's post-war reconstruction work has been doing its best, the small amount of silver dollars allocated by the National Government is really a drop in the bucket.

  If war is likened to a natural disaster, then the bandits roaming the black earth would be man-made disasters adding insult to injury.

  The local ruffians, the horse bandits from the Mongolian grasslands, the remnants of the White Russians who had escaped from within the Soviet borders, and the ronin warriors who were deliberately indulged by the Japanese Kwantung Army, made life a living hell for the ordinary people without any protection.

  Li Ruofeng has always believed in the principle that those who help themselves will be helped by heaven. For those so-called refugees who are numb and stupid, dragging their families along, and don't even know how to ignite their blood to fight back when faced with the destruction of their homes and lives, he would never waste his emotions on them, because he has always thought that there must be something despicable about those who are pitied.

  Although he encountered too many miserable scenes on his way north, he just coldly watched and flew by.

  By dusk, Li Ruofeng and his two companions had already ridden more than sixty miles away from Fengtian.

  "Master, about ten miles ahead, there's a mountain village. Will we be spending the night there?" Biaozi asked Li Ruofeng while driving the sturdy Don River horse on the black soil road, slightly panting.

  "Go ahead, you take care of it!" Li Ruofeng urged on his horse, galloping forward.

  On this main road leading to Qiqihar, it's probably getting dark, and travelers are gradually becoming scarce. After all, in the northeastern region where bandits run rampant, there aren't many who dare to travel at night.

  About five or six miles from the village of Baozi, a chaotic gunshot suddenly came from the opposite side, and then the sound of horses' hooves rushing in disorder became louder and closer in the quiet wilderness.

  "Whoa!" Li Ruofeng pulled the reins, and his fine horse stood up on its hind legs, then immediately dropped to all fours, prancing in place.

  Listening to the gunfire, Li Ruofeng could determine that most of them were Japanese Type 38 Arisaka rifles. During his three years in the Japanese army, this type of rifle was still considered decent. He had plenty of experience with it.

  He reined in his horse, and the two men behind him reacted extremely quickly. The two of them split to the left and right, overtaking Li Ruofeng by about three lengths. Their horses came to a stop, and they already had their carbines in hand with the bolts open.

  This is not that Biaozi and Sihou's riding skills are not good, but a kind of combat stance they have cultivated through long-term training. They must put the unknown danger in front of them.

  "Master, is it a retreat or..." Four Tigers turned their heads back and replied.

  "Make way and let's see." Li Ruofeng steered his horse to the side of a white poplar tree by the road, gazing intently in the direction from which the hoofbeats came.

  Li Ruofeng and the other two were about 200 meters ahead, where there was a bend, so they couldn't see what exactly happened in front of them.

  After a while, with the night color that was not too hazy, I vaguely saw a sorrel horse galloping quickly from the bend, rushing towards Li Ruofeng and his group.

  It was unclear whether the rider on this fine horse was dead or alive, as he lay flat on his back, letting the horse run wildly.

  As the horse passed by Li Ruofeng's position, the rider on its back suddenly fell off and rolled several times on the ground before lying still at the side of the road.

  The strong horse stopped after its master fell off and came to his side with small steps, lowering its head to nuzzle the thin and weak injured person on the ground.

  The wounded person on the ground was dressed like a hunter, and although he had fallen into a coma, his hand still tightly grasped an old-fashioned rifle. From the slightly childish look on his face, it could be seen that he was at most fourteen or fifteen years old.

  "Not dead yet, Four Tigers. Go take a look and see if there's still any hope." Li Ruofeng felt a thread of sympathy in his heart, "Biaozi, be on guard."

  The four tigers heard the sound and fell to the ground, quickly rushing to the young hunter's side, stretching out two fingers from their mouth to probe the young hunter's neck, then tearing open the blood-stained deerskin to carefully examine the wound on the young man's shoulder.

  "It's a through-and-through wound, the bullet went out through his back. If we can stop the bleeding in time, he should still be saved." As Four Tigers spoke, he took out a small porcelain bottle from his bosom, opened the stopper and sprinkled a white powdery medicine onto the wound.

  At this moment, the pursuing cavalry had already turned around the bend and was rapidly approaching from behind.

  "There's that little rabbit over there!" someone in the group of six pursuers on horseback shouted excitedly.

  About ten meters away, a big man with a black mustache and goatee, who was leading the chasing cavalry, raised his right hand to signal his companions behind him to stop.

  This big bearded man seemed to have some insight, seeing that Li Ruofeng and the three men on horseback were not good people, especially looking at Biaozi who was holding two guns with extra caution.

  "Hei Hu Village is smashing kilns. If friends in front don't want to set up a beam, I hope you can make way."

  Li Ruofeng didn't respond to the other party, but instead looked at Biaozi with a questioning gaze.

  Biaozi moved his horse closer to Li Ruofeng and whispered: "Young master, the Black Tiger Fort is a notorious bandit group in this area within a hundred miles. Because they are backed by the Guandong Army, other bandits don't dare to compete with them for territory. Even the Northeastern Army's bandit-suppressing troops have never come to suppress them."

  Li Ruofeng's eyes turned cold upon hearing this. This place is less than a hundred miles away from Fengtian, and there exists a bandit gang that has been bought off by the Japanese, which will definitely be a hidden danger in the future.

  "What's wrong?" Li Ruofeng suddenly said in Japanese: "Are you sure they are bandits supported by the Kwantung Army?"

  Biaozi didn't react at first, but Sì Hǔ obviously understood Li Ruofeng's intention and replied in fluent Japanese: "Hey! Young master, we often take this road, and we've basically made contact with the bandit forces distributed on this road."

  The four tigers and the fierce child, in this period of training camp, under the influence of Li Ruofeng, from the third year of intensive training, they took Japanese and Russian as compulsory training projects. For this reason, he asked his father to specially invite teachers who were proficient in Japanese and Russian to teach cultural classes in the training camp.

  "Bah!" Li Ruofeng continued in Japanese, "The reputation of the Great Imperial Army in Manchuria has been completely ruined by you bandits." As he spoke, he walked past the six bandits who were stunned by the sudden event.

  The big-bearded bandits and their companions were apparently stunned by this round of Japanese, and they didn't dare to raise their guns at the Imperial Japanese Army in front of them. They quickly put down their guns, one by one, riding on horseback, nodding their heads and bowing, with "hais" constantly coming out of their mouths. It's unknown whether they really understood or pretended to understand.

  "Take them all down!" Li Ruofeng suddenly gave the order, and before his voice had even fallen, he sat on his horse and drew out a pair of guns with an unbelievable speed, "Bang bang bang..." shooting indiscriminately.

  As soon as he made a move, the four tigers and the leopard dared not to slack off, quickly raised their guns and fired.

  Three people with six boxes of ammunition, while on the other side were six bandits who had no defense, the outcome can be imagined.

  Almost every bandit's head was shot twice, and they all died on the spot, falling to the ground like a confused ghost.

  Perhaps it was the stimulation of the bloody and smoky air, or maybe it was the shock of the continuous gunfire that woke up the injured young hunter.

  Although he didn't understand what was happening in front of him, the underlying consciousness made the young hunter struggle to sit up from the ground, his hands tightly grasping the hunting rifle, flat and ready to fire at any moment. Even though the wound on his shoulder sent a tearing pain due to this action, it did not affect the alertness and fighting spirit in his eyes.