When the first ray of sunshine in the morning shone into the yard, Shu Guan sat up from the bed.
In fact, he didn't sleep all night.
This night, many people in Taoyuan Village must not have slept.
This small mountain village has been peaceful for more than two hundred years. Due to the arrival of outsiders, the original life will be completely changed.
In fact, this change has already occurred, in a cruel and bloody way.
Shu Guan sat on the bed in silence for a while, deciding what he was going to do.
Shu Guan had already decided what to do when he saw Uncle Zhang and Aunt Zhang lying in a pool of blood. Now he just strengthened his decision.
After all, in his previous life, he was just a white-collar worker in the city. He didn't even think about certain things, let alone do them.
So that night, he kept mentally building himself up.
I want to avenge Uncle Zhang and Aunt Zhang.
This idea became more and more firm in my mind.
This thing was not done for Zhang Yadan, but also for herself.
In the two years since he was brought back to the village by the old cripple, the people in the village were all afraid of despising him. The old cripple held him in his arms and rubbed his breasts in the village. Many people were not willing. Aunt Zhang was one of the few who did not despise him. At that time, Yadan had just been born not long ago, so sometimes he would ask the old lame man to send Shuguan over, and he was also prepared to feed Shuguan when feeding Yadan.
Shu Guan remembers these things very clearly.
He was raised by Aunt Zhang, so this revenge must be avenged!
Then Shuguan stood up, walked to the wall, and took down a bow hanging on the wall.
It was a giant bow with ox horns.
The bow is two meters long. When it stands up, it is taller than the current Shuguan. The bow body is like a crescent moon, and the lines are full of beauty.
This bow was made by the old cripple himself and was given to Shu Guan as a fifteenth birthday gift.
In order to make this bow, the old cripple spent ten months. Just to select the materials for making the bow, the old cripple spent several months, traveling all over the mountains and forests around the village, and finally selected the bow. A nearly century-old bamboo.
Then came the lever, inserting the tip, rubbing the bowstring, and dipping the horns. In every process, the old cripple worked hard for perfection. When the horn bow was made, the old cripple sighed with satisfaction and said something.
"I will never make such a good bow again in my life."
Shu Guan took off the horn bow and carried it on his back, then took off the quiver on the side.
There are twenty arrows in the quiver. The old lame man made them together with the bow. The arrow shafts are taken from the same century-old bamboo as the bow body. The arrowheads are made of pig iron. All the arrows made by the old lame man's skillful hands are three-edged arrows. , the three ridges are straight and smooth without any flaws, and converge into an extremely sharp arrow tip at the end.
To be honest, Shu Guan never liked the wooden horse kites that the old cripple gave Shu Guan as birthday gifts when he was a child. After all, he was not a real child.
But Shu Guan liked the bow the old cripple gave him.
As long as you are a man, there is no one who does not like these things.
When Shu Guan got the bow, he immediately ran to the mountain excitedly and found a wild boar weighing about 400 kilograms with rough skin and thick flesh. He shot the wild boar through with one arrow, killing Shu Guan at that time. Guan was so frightened that he stood still for a long time.
Because the skin of a wild boar, especially the skin of a wild boar that weighs more than three hundred pounds, means it has lived for at least twenty years, is a very tough thing.
Mainly wild boars that live in mountain forests often scratch on trees and rub the resinous pine oil secreted by the trees all over their bodies. Over time, they form an armor-like grease layer on their bodies. Not to mention that ordinary bows and arrows cannot penetrate at all, even weapons such as pistols with lighter firepower are difficult to penetrate.
Therefore, the bow made by the old lame man is really terrifying and even a little unreasonable.
Of course, cripples in old areas often do some unreasonable things.
After putting the bow and arrow on his back, Shu Guan walked back to the bed, opened the cabinet next to the bed, and took out a knife from the cabinet.
An ox-ear-tipped knife about half a foot long.
Of course, the cow's ear tip knife is not a knife made of cow's ears, but because it is shaped like a cocked cow's ear, so it is called a cow's ear tip knife. However, the scabbard of this knife is sewn with cowhide.
Shu Guan took out the knife from the scabbard. The black blade looked a little dim. Even if the sunlight from the window came in and fell on the blade, there was no reflection.
Shu Guan's fingers lightly traced the blade, carefully avoiding the blade, because as long as he knew how sharp the blade of this sharp knife was.
If that giant bow can shoot an arrow through the skin of a wild boar weighing more than three hundred pounds, then this ox-ear-pointed knife can also cut through the skin of a wild boar with just one swing.
The difficulty of shooting through and slicing is actually completely different. Having studied beam theory in physics, I know the difference between the two very well.
This knife was a sixteenth birthday gift given to him by the old cripple.
She put the sharp knife back into its sheath, and then put it on her belt.
Normally, he would put his cigarette rod in this place, but today he didn't bring a cigarette rod.
Today he carries a knife.
Then Shu Guan walked out of the house, went to the yard, and picked up a bamboo basket covered with black cloth that was placed under the old osmanthus tree.
But when he picked up the bamboo basket, a four-legged snake crawled out of the bamboo basket as if it was frightened, quickly climbed to the wall of the yard, and got into the grass without knowing it.
The spring night is still a bit cold. It seems that the four-horned snake got into the bamboo basket to escape the cold last night.
Shu Guan didn't pay attention. He looked at the things in the bamboo basket, then covered the black cloth again, tied it, put it on his back, and pressed it on the bowstring of the giant bow.
Then, Shu Guan looked up at the sunlight that was getting brighter, took a deep breath, and walked out of his courtyard.
…
Shu Guan strode towards the grain drying field at the entrance of the village. When he was approaching the grain drying field, he met Wang Dahu.
"Mazi, Yadan was at my house yesterday and was accompanied by my mother."
Wang Dahu's eyes were red, and his face was full of anger.
Shu Dian nodded, said nothing, and still walked forward.
"Mazi, how about we fight with them!"
Wang Dahu approached him and said in a suppressed voice.
"What do you want to compete with others for, a hoe?"
Shu Guan said coldly.
"bow!"
Wang Dahu looked at Shu Guan's back and continued:
"Although their monsters are powerful, there are only a few of them, and there are a dozen bows in the village. Let's gather together, pick the ones who can shoot the most accurately, and shoot at them from a distance."
Shu Guan glanced at Wang Dahu in surprise.
I didn't expect this kid to be able to use his brain, but Shu Guan had already thought of this method last night, and she rejected it.
The first is the issue of range. The effective range of a submachine gun is basically about two hundred meters. There is still some common sense on this point.
So they had to shoot arrows from two hundred meters away. Except for the one the old cripple made for himself, the other bows in the village had basically no lethality even if they could hit the target two hundred meters away.
In addition, if those white men were just ordinary people, Shu Guan might have dared to fight. Unfortunately, those white men had extremely high military literacy. They used a dozen primitive bows and arrows to fight with several mercenaries holding submachine guns. No chance of winning.
The most important thing is that the white people brought more than submachine guns this time. When Shu Guan was moving boxes for them yesterday, he discovered that one of the boxes contained grenades.
As long as they throw the grenade, no matter whether it hits or not, the people in Taoyuan Village who have never seen such a thing, except themselves, will probably be frightened and panicked, thinking that they will no longer have any fighting spirit after encountering the evil spell. .
So Shu Guan rejected this idea last night.
"Go up the mountain first."
Then he whispered three words to Wang Dahu.
Yes, go up the mountain first.
This is the result of Shu Guan thinking about it all night.
If he and Wang Dahu had any chance to fight back, then this chance would only be in the mountains.
Because no one is more familiar with the mountains and forests around Taoyuan Village than them.
That's where they grew up.
