[The Romantic History of Warlords] (Chapter 013)

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Chapter 013 Struck by Lightning on a Snowy Day On the morning of October 25th, Yan Baosan was fast asleep, embracing Pan Meifeng, when he was
awakened by the sound of gunfire and heavy hooves coming from the street. Then came a series of loud knocks on the door,
mixed with shouts. He jumped up, grabbed his Mauser pistol, and ran to the window, listening intently.
He vaguely heard the voice of the village head, Wang the Bald: "Open the door! Open the door… Baosan…"
"Husband, what's wrong?" Pan Meifeng, naked, nestled beside Yan Baosan, shivering from the cold.
"Nothing, it's just Wang the Bald looking for me." Yan Baosan picked up Pan Meifeng, tucked her back into bed, and kissed her delicate
face. "Sweetie, you sleep, I'll go check." With that, he quickly put on his cotton-padded
clothes, opened the door, and went out.
At this moment, Yan Sicheng had already opened the gate, and Wang Tuzi led five guards on tall horses
into the courtyard in a chaotic throng. The guards, dressed in gray uniforms with rifles slung across their backs, swaggered around with an air of thuggery. They looked down
on people, as if they were second-in-command.
These so-called guards were irregular soldiers dispatched by the county to various township governments, their pay provided by the local authorities.
Their duties were to assist the government in apprehending criminals, preventing theft and robbery, and maintaining local order. The guard captain
was similar to the current police station chief, but his power was limitless, and he could easily become a local
tyrant. "Captain Wang, what brings you here so early in the morning?" Yan Baosan 　　asked Wang Tuzi
, hands on his hips, with an air of superiority . 　　Ever since Pan Guangcheng became the township head, he would remind the village heads and security chiefs at every meeting that Yan Baosan was his nephew and 　　they should all be treated with respect. Therefore, everyone bowed and scraped before Yan Baosan, showing him utmost deference. Over time, this fostered 　　Yan Baosan's arrogance; he always acted like a big shot whenever he went out. 　　However, today, Wang the Bald was uncharacteristically arrogant. He sneered and said, "Yan Baosan, what are you so proud of? 　　Pan Guangcheng isn't the township head anymore; he's a bandit wanted by the government." He then took a step back and 　　introduced the leading security guard with a fawning expression, "Boss, this kid is Yan Baosan." " 　　You're Yan Baosan?" the guard asked. 　　"Yes, what's wrong?" Yan Baosan had a bad feeling. Had Luo Kaiyi been killed 　　? 　　"We are here on the orders of Liang Jingyuan, the district chief of the 12th War Zone, to apprehend the wanted criminal Yan Baosan. You, 　　come with me." The squad leader said, waving his hand, "Arrest him!" 　　"Yes, sir!" Four guards pounced like wolves, twisting Yan Baosan's arms 　　behind his back and tying him to the horse's back with a rope. 　　Yan Baosan didn't resist at all, not uttering a sound. There was no point in talking to these people. What's meant to be 　　will be; he'd understand everything once he saw that damned Liang Jingyuan. 　　"Boss, my son hasn't done anything illegal! You've got a mistake!" Yan Sicheng was terrified. 　　"Father, don't worry, Lord Liang just invited me for drinks, it's nothing." Yan Baosan said, 　　winking at his hurriedly running Erbao, giving him a meaningful look. "Second brother, the family is in your hands now." The subtext 　　was: If anything happens to me, you take the whole family and move immediately. 　　"Let's go!" "Clop clop 　　clop..." With a loud clatter of hooves, the guards led Yan Baosan away from the Yan family compound. 　　On the houses and walls facing the street, slogans had been painted with whitewash and paint at some point, such as 　　"Down with warlord Luo Kaiyi, establish a new national government" and "Love the country, support the National Army, it's everyone's responsibility," and 　　so on. A new flag had been put on the roof of the village chief's house, a five-colored flag with horizontal rectangular stripes of red, yellow, blue, white, and black 　　. However, in the very center of the flag was embroidered a large character "Liao." 　　Liao... Liao Kuocheng?! It seemed Liao Kuocheng had occupied Zhouqiao Township. 　　"Where are you taking me?" Yan Baosan suddenly realized they weren't heading towards Zhouqiao Township. 　　"Niuzhen." 　　Damn… Niuzhen has been occupied by Liao Kuocheng?! 　　It was said that Niuzhen was a major military stronghold, the main armed force guarding the western gate of Weixian County. If Niuzhen 　　fell, Weixian County would be in imminent danger. If Weixian was lost, cavalry could reach 　　Qiyang City in just an hour… Yan Baosan dared not think any further. He vaguely felt that his capture and being taken to Niuzhen was probably 　　because of his sworn father-son relationship with Luo Kaiyi. 　　Yanjia Gou was 30 kilometers from Niuzhen, and they arrived in less than an hour. 　　Niuzhen truly lived up to its reputation as a major military stronghold; its walls were 7 or 8 meters high, built of blue bricks and stones, thick 　　and sturdy. A row of battlements, like a city wall, lined the top of the wall, with sentries every three or five steps and patrolling squads of 　　soldiers. At the corners were pillbox-like watchtowers, equipped with machine guns and Gatling guns with large iron wheels… In short, 　　the air was thick with the smell of gunpowder, weighing heavily on one's heart. 　　Passing through the arched gate, one entered Niuzhen Street. The street was almost devoid of soldiers, instead bustling with 　　activity. The teahouses and restaurants were still lively and noisy, with storytellers, fortune tellers, vegetable vendors, and melon sellers 　　all busy with their own tasks. Pedestrians strolled leisurely, their faces relaxed. Vendors hawked 　　their wares: “Candied hawthorns!” “Look, look! Freshly made twisted dough sticks…” 　　Hmm… Could it be that Liao Kuocheng was part of Sun Yat-sen's revolutionary army?! Without taking a single needle or thread from the common people… 　　Yan Baosan was somewhat puzzled. 　　Five minutes later, Yan Baosan was led into a mansion. He was "received" by a middle-aged military officer, wearing 　　small, gold-rimmed glasses, who was polite and courteous: "Young man, what's your name?" 　　"My name is Yan Baosan," Yan Baosan replied in a muffled voice, deliberately feigning ignorance. 　　"I heard you've recently made a fortune, buying houses and land… Tell me, where did your money come from?" The middle-aged 　　officer's small eyes gleamed with shrewdness behind his glasses.

"Why should I tell you?" Yan Baosan picked his nose and wiped the boogers on his pants.
(Intentionally)
Sure enough, the middle-aged officer looked disgusted at his action. However, he still
asked with a smile, "I heard you robbed an ancient tomb and took out a lot of good stuff. Is that true?"
An ancient tomb… Damn! It must have been Da Bao's mouth that leaked it! Damn it!
Only at this moment did Yan Baosan realize that he hadn't been arrested because of his godfather-son relationship with Luo Kaiyi
, but to extort money from him. How ridiculous!
Faced with the middle-aged officer's sharp gaze, Yan Baosan was momentarily stunned, then quickly asked, dumbfounded, "Ancient
tomb? What ancient tomb?"
"You'd better not play dumb, or I'll shoot you dead!" the middle-aged officer began to use intimidation,
brandishing his pistol at Yan Baosan's nose in a show of force.
Yan Baosan pretended to be terrified, kneeling on the ground with a thud, stammering
, "Ah...ah...I, I didn't...Commander, no! General, spare me, I didn't steal any graves
..."
He had been desperate to urinate since morning, holding it in for the entire journey, and was practically bursting with urgency. Yan Baosan's eyes
darted around, and he deliberately acted mischievously, urinating instead. This created the illusion of him "wetting his pants in fear."
The amount of urine was considerable; not only was his crotch soaked, but it also spilled onto the ground, emitting a pungent stench
.
"Damn it!" the middle-aged officer cursed in disgust, pinching his nose and distancing himself from Yan Baosan,
sitting far away.
"Commander, I...I really didn't steal any graves..." Yan Baosan continued to stammer.
"Shut up!" the middle-aged officer roared angrily. Yan Baosan wisely shut his mouth,
secretly chuckling to himself.
"Then tell me, where did your money come from? If you don't tell the truth, I'll kill you!" Clearly, the middle-aged officer
believed Yan Baosan's story.
"I...I'll tell the truth, the truth! A few days ago, my father-in-law and I went to Xiaojia Town to buy earthenware pots. On the way,
we encountered a dead man. It was Xiong Wanshan, who runs an inn in Xiaojia Town..."
Yan Baosan then embellished his story of digging a corpse out of the snow that day. However,
he slightly increased the amount of money he received; it wasn't 200 silver dollars, but 400. This made buying a house and
grain perfectly plausible.
The middle-aged officer nodded in belief, but then posed a sharp question: "Where did you get your gun?"
"I found it outside Xiaoguozhuang Village, it's...it's..."
"What is it?" The middle-aged officer slammed his hand on the table and demanded sharply.
“They were a few soldiers who froze to death,” Yan Baosan said, then added timidly in a low voice, “I…
I saw their shoes were nice, so I took them too.”
The middle-aged officer clearly believed him and, too lazy to ask any more questions, impatiently shouted at the guards at the gate:
“Take them away, take them away, throw them outside the city.”
Twenty minutes later, Yan Baosan was thrown out of Niuzhen. Standing in the snow, he
cursed at the soldiers standing guard at the gate: “Fuck your mother’s legs! You son of a bitch…”
“If you curse again, I’ll shoot you!” The soldier on guard, enraged by the cursing, raised his gun to threaten Yan Baosan.
“My God…” Yan Baosan pretended to be terrified and ran away, covering his head. A burst of mocking laughter came from behind him
, "Coward! Hahaha..."
The wind chilled his crotch, and Yan Baosan shivered. He ran to the woods by the roadside, gathered some dry branches
and leaves, and started a fire to warm himself. He waited for a carriage while warming himself by the fire. Strangely enough,
more than an hour passed, and not a single carriage entered or left Niuzhen.
Without a special pass, Niuzhen wouldn't let him in. Yan Baosan decided to walk home. Having walked countless mountain paths in his past life,
30 kilometers of flat road was a piece of cake. He walked while singing a local folk song: "Magpie, long tail,
married a wife and forgot his mother. He put his mother in the grass, and his wife in the quilt..."
As he walked, without any warning, it began to snow heavily. And then, a series
of thunderous booms echoed from the sky.
Snow and thunder?!
Yan Baosan was quite puzzled, so he looked up at the sky. He saw what appeared to be a sphere of light hidden within the thick, dark clouds , spinning like a laser pointer in a karaoke bar ,
emitting blinding points of light. It seemed that
this sphere of light generated some kind of suction through its rotation, pulling the surrounding dark clouds towards it. As the dark clouds
gathered more and more, they eventually formed a gigantic funnel-shaped cloud.
"Damn… could it be a tornado? It doesn't look like a tornado…
" Just as Yan Baosan was puzzled, suddenly, a beam of orange-red light shot out from the pointed bottom of the funnel cloud
, heading straight for the ground.
"The beam isn't coming for me, is it?!" Yan Baosan only had time to think this one sentence before he suddenly felt
something sharp pierce his head, penetrating him from his head to his anus. Immediately afterward, his body
felt a tingling, electric shock-like sensation, as if pierced by thousands of steel needles. The intense pain prevented him from even screaming before he
fainted…
Struck by lightning on a snowy day, where is justice?!

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