[The Romantic History of Warlords] (Chapter 007)

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Chapter 007 The warlord Luo Kaiyi had a gun pointed at his nose at close range. How many people wouldn't be afraid?
There are those who don't want to live, but no one is unafraid of death.
Yan Baosan, just an ordinary mortal, was instantly terrified, staring blankly at the gun muzzle
for a full 30 seconds, practically cross-eyed. His mind was blank, devoid of any thought.
After 30 seconds, he slowly regained some of his senses.
Hmm…nothing's wrong!!! Why is this guy's arm like a stick, completely still? Moreover,
his hand is a deathly bluish-white, covered with mottled blackish-purple ice…this is
blood ice formed from ice melted by hot blood and then refreezed.
Could he be…dead?!
When Yan Baosan focused and examined it closely, he was stunned, terrified, his legs trembling uncontrollably.
The man holding the gun was indeed dead; his face was smashed open, covered in lumps of blood and ice, a
truly horrifying sight. Around him were dead hands and feet, piled almost on top of each other.
The ice between the corpses was a dark red and dark brown color… all blood ice formed from melted blood.
The nauseating stench of blood seemed to find an outlet, swirling around Yan Baosan's hair.
"It seems… there was a… a battle here…"
Lu Baolai, though pale and trembling with fear, stubbornly pretended to be brave. His stammering was
comical.
What was so scary about dead people? Besides, they'd been dead for so long, they wouldn't even come back to life…
After 15 seconds of self-brainwashing, Yan Baosan quickly regained his composure.
The snowfall last night wasn't heavy, yet the fallen soldiers were covered in a thick layer of snow, indicating the
battle had taken place at least yesterday. No one has come to clear the battlefield since, suggesting it was likely a band of itinerant
soldiers. They must have left behind a considerable amount of guns and ammunition… (ps: itinerant soldiers are warlord troops who fight on the move.)
To live a peaceful and prosperous life in this chaotic world, one needs guns and men… this is a golden opportunity
!!
Thinking this, Yan Baosan shouted to the stunned Lü Baolai, "Quick! See if there are any spoils of war
!" Then he started clearing the snow with a tree branch. Lü Baolai also snapped out of his daze, took off his cotton-padded coat
and used it as a broom, bending over to sweep the battlefield.
Old Donkey Head, seeing the two frantically sweeping the snow, felt strange and came over with a shovel (prepared for clearing snow on the road
) to see what was going on. On the main road and in the ditches lay piles of
corpses of soldiers in blue and dark green uniforms, numbering at least 100. He was immediately terrified and sat down abruptly, his mouth agape, his
goat's beard trembling like wild grass, unable to utter a word.
"Hahaha... a Mauser pistol!! I love it..."
"Hanyang rifle!! Hey... there are grenades here too!"
Yan Baosan and Lü Baolai were overjoyed, cleaning up the battlefield and collecting their spoils. Their excitement
was like that of a pair of thieves who had broken into the British Museum, everything new and fascinating, their eyes filled with treasures
.
After two full hours of this, Yan Baosan and Lü Baolai finally collapsed under the donkey cart, panting heavily.
Exhausted, their cotton-padded clothes were soaked through, their chests exposed, covered in sweat
and steaming hot. However, the two men, looking at the mountain of weapons and ammunition before them, couldn't
stop laughing foolishly, chuckling like idiots.
A rough inventory revealed: 3 Browning pistols, 30 Mauser C96 pistols, 200 Type 88 rifles, 12 Czech
light machine guns, 15 mortars, 30 hand grenades, 40 boxes of various types of ammunition, and 200
ammunition pouches containing a certain number of bullets. In addition, there were 4 Gatling guns with two large iron wheels, 3 sabers, a pair of
binoculars, and a map of the Qiyang region…
“You… what are you doing? This is all trouble… are you out of your minds?!”
Old Donkey Head pointed his whip at Yan Baosan and his companion's noses, roaring furiously.
"Uncle," Yan Baosan said, referring to the markings on the map, "Xiaojia Town has been occupied by the 87th Army of the National Revolutionary Army.
We can't go." Pointing to the soldiers, he explained, "Those in dark green uniforms are
Luo Kaiyi's army, and the blue ones are definitely the 87th Army. It's obvious the 87th Army wants to capture Qiyang, and the two
groups are fighting here."
Old Donkey Head, trembling with fear, looked at the corpses on the ground and the quiet locust grove around them, urging,
"Let's go, let's hurry home while no one's around."
"Alright, load the cart!"
Yan Baosan and Lü Baolai jumped up almost simultaneously, loading weapons and ammunition onto the donkey cart as quickly as possible
. They completely ignored Old Donkey Head's incessant nagging and scolding, treating him like a
fly. Lu Baolai, thoroughly annoyed, glared and yelled, "Dad! What do you know? Stop
getting in the way and go rest!"
"You...you...you...
" Old Donkey Head, seeing that the two were determined to bring these troublesome things home, trembled with anger but
was helpless. Finally, he stomped his foot, plopped down under a tree, and sulked on his pipe.
"Sanbao, these things are too conspicuous and take up too much space, what should we do?" Lu Baolai looked at the four
Gatling guns on the ground, worried. Throwing them away was a waste, but carrying them wouldn't fit.
Yan Baosan suggested, "Isn't there an abandoned brick factory outside Shibalipu Village? Let's hide them there first and
bring them home tonight."
"Okay."
The weapons and ammunition filled two donkey carts, were wrapped in a canvas, and finally
camouflaged with some withered branches and leaves. Then, Yan Baosan lashed the donkey's rump with his whip: "Woman, let's go!"
"Rolling..."
A male and a female donkey, heads bowed, strained with all their might, pulling the heavy cart forward,
leaving four deep ruts in the thick snow.
On the return trip, the north wind howled, and heavy snow began to fall again. The journey from Huai Shu Ling to Yan Jia Gou Village was over 30 kilometers
, the road rugged and uneven, and the thick snow and ice made it a difficult ordeal for both people and donkeys. The donkeys, in particular,
were panting heavily, drool dripping from their mouths, their legs trembling as they walked…
The large amount of metal on the cart was too heavy.
Upon reaching Xiao Guo Zhuang Village, Yan Bao San and Lü Bao Lai, taking advantage of the absence of others, quickly hauled four Gatling guns, 50
rifles, and 20 boxes of ammunition into an abandoned brick factory and hid them inside the brick kiln.
As the two drove their donkey cart away from the brick factory, passing the Guandi Temple, they suddenly heard someone shout, "Brother!!
Help!"
"Who is it?" Yan Baosan turned his head, stunned, and instinctively reached for the handle of his Mauser pistol.
He saw a middle-aged military officer crawling out of the dilapidated gate of the Guandi Temple. His uniform was tattered, torn
into strips of cloth, stained with blood and mud. His leg was injured, and he could only crawl forward with his rear end sticking out,
looking extremely pathetic. However, his belt was very ornate, adorned with jewels, jade, and agate, and a
large, gleaming gold revolver was clipped to his waist. It seemed this man was someone of importance.
After crawling a few times, he couldn't move anymore, leaned against a rock, sat down, and cursed under his teeth.
Then, yelling at Yan Baosan and his companion, "Come here, one of you, help me up." Just in
case, Yan Baosan, holding his Mauser pistol, walked over.
Suddenly, the middle-aged officer pulled out his large revolver, pointed it at Yan Baosan, and roared, "Stop! You son of a bitch,
where did you get a gun, you little brat?"
"Damn it! What's it to you? Who do you think you are?" Yan Baosan was amused by the man's words.
The middle-aged officer glared at him, arrogantly saying, "You son of a bitch! Let me tell you, I'm
Luo Kaiyi."
Luo Kaiyi… the local tyrant of Qiyang, the warlord Luo Kaiyi?!
Yan Baosan was immediately stunned.
Thick eyebrows, small eyes, a large nose, thick, black lips shaped like the character "八" (eight), and a thick, yellowish beard—his face was extremely
imposing. His shoulder straps were like brushes, his orange-red, wheat-ear-shaped sash was covered with various medals and awards…
a typical warlord's uniform. Although he looked extremely disheveled, he still exuded the domineering
and bandit-like aura unique to warlords.
Previously, he had only seen warlords on television, in movies, and in magazines, but today, he was actually seeing
a living warlord… Yan Baosan felt like he was dreaming.
“What are you standing there for?! Help me up!!” Luo Kaiyi's roar instantly snapped Yan Baosan back to his senses, and he immediately reached out and 　　helped
the warlord up, supporting him by the arm . 　　Luo Kaiyi wasn't tall, but he was quite large, plump, and probably weighed 90 kilograms. One arm resting 　　on him almost crushed Yan Baosan's thin, withered body. Fortunately, Lü Baolai ran over to help, and 　　together they managed to get the fat man onto the donkey cart. 　　"Quickly find me a doctor...don't know? Damn! It's a traditional Chinese medicine doctor, someone who treats illnesses." Luo Kaiyi roared a couple of times 　　, then visibly weakened, panting heavily with exhaustion. 　　If he could get on good terms with this warlord, his future prospects would be immeasurable, hehe... 　　Thinking of this, Yan Baosan's eyes darted around, and he feigned ingratiation, suggesting, "General, my father-in-law is 　　a famous doctor in this village next door. Come on, I'll take you there." 　　"Alright!" Luo Kaiyi seemed too lazy to say another word, and rolled over and lay down on the donkey cart. 　　After meeting up with the old donkey-head waiting by the roadside, the two donkey carts drove into Xiaoguozhuang, one after the other. The old donkey-head seemed 　　worried that Luo Kaiyi would discover the weapons on the carts, and followed at a distance. After entering Pan Guangdong's house, they secretly 　　hid the donkey cart in the donkey shed behind the haystack.

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