Rebirth in 1972: Redemption in Changbai Mountain

Zhou Rui tossed aside the remaining chicken bones and headed towards the snow hut. But Doctor Tong remained on edge, growing anxious as Zhou Rui seemed about to disappear from his sight.

"Young Master Zhou, I've finished my soup. Could you please get me another bowl?"

"Dr. Tong, please wait a moment. I'll go in and get a few bottles of wine. We're almost down the mountain, and it would be too much trouble to take this wine back with us. Since you're here, please have a couple of drinks with my master."

Zhou Rui turned around, revealing an innocent smile.

Tong Jinjun felt a sense of relief when he saw Zhou Rui's young and honest face. He was just a minor; what bad intentions could a child have while going inside to fetch wine for his master?

As long as we guard against Wang Shouye, this experienced old hunter, there won't be any problems.

Zhou Rui entered the room, immediately pulled out a Browning high-powered pistol from his back waist, and glanced at it. It was fully loaded with thirteen bullets; the safety was on. He turned it off.

He put the pistol in his pocket and glanced at it. No, it's a bit bulging. He'd better put it on his lower back; it's not as convenient, but at least it won't be noticeable.

A short while later, Zhou Rui came out carrying three bottles of baijiu (Chinese liquor).

No bowl? No problem, we'll drink from the bottle. We're all grown men, no one will look down on anyone else.

The atmosphere quickly became lively.

Since they had already had drinks together before, no one felt any distance between them. Zhou Rui even clinked his bottle against He Hongbing's (the mute man's) with it, and the two bottles made a crisp sound.

For reasons unknown, He Hongbing actually took a big gulp this time, but he was choked by the fiery alcohol and his face turned red.

Zhou Rui turned his head. It seemed that this person wasn't being cautious last time, but genuinely couldn't drink.

Zhou Rui then toasted the so-called Lao Luo. Lao Luo didn't hesitate; how could a true mountain hunter not drink?

He picked up the bottle and drank, seemingly bold, but Zhou Rui noticed that not much of the wine had been lost.

This guy seems to be a cunning old fox. I just don't know what identity he was pretending to have back home. It's been too short to figure him out.

This time, Zhou Rui acted very generously, offering everyone a drink. He didn't dare treat them differently, fearing it would arouse suspicion.

He didn't even dare to do the same little trick he had given Zhang Shitou last time. The distance was too close; he wasn't confident he could take down all three at once, and Uncle Wang and the other senior brothers would be in danger of injury or death.

However, he still made some small moves, tampering with Lao Luo's and He Hongbing's hunting rifles as he moved back and forth.

If they dare to fire their shotguns, there will surely be unexpected surprises.

Zhou Rui, carrying the half-empty bottle of baijiu, approached He Hongbing again. He reasoned that since the mute man couldn't drink, perhaps a little more would make him drunk, thus eliminating one enemy and avoiding a lot of trouble.

It's a pity there wasn't enough alcohol today; otherwise, I could have easily taken down all three of them with just the strong liquor.

But this time Zhou Rui's plan didn't work out. He Hongbing, perhaps because he had choked once, refused to drink anymore.

"Young man, don't force me, I'll drink with you."

A hand silently landed on Zhou Rui's shoulder, sending chills down his spine. Damn it, I misjudged him; this guy's a master.

Zhou Rui instinctively grabbed the hand on his shoulder, twisted his waist, and threw the person behind him away.

Thump... The figure landed on the ground, crashing heavily onto the frozen, hard ice.

Wang Shouye, his apprentice, and Doctor Tong were unaware of what had happened.

Only the mute man, who was right in front of him, reacted the fastest; he knew what Zhou Rui had done.

"You're asking for it." A strange tone rang out, and at the same time, a hand reached for the hunting rifle on the ground.

"Uncle Wang, the one surnamed Tong is a spy."

As Zhou Rui shouted, he lunged at the mute man who had spoken. The distance was so short that Zhou Rui couldn't even lift his lower legs; he could only bend his knees and thrust forward.

Bang! Because the mute was bent over, the knee struck him squarely in the face. He Hongbing's fingers had just touched the gun barrel when he was thrown back, seeing stars and knocking the shotgun over with him.

Spies? What spies? Wang Shouye and his companions had no idea what had happened in such a short time.

All that could be seen was a figure crashing from mid-air onto the ice, and then another person was knocked down by Zhou Rui.

The quickest to react was Doctor Tong, who swiftly pulled a dark object from his back and pointed it directly at Zhou Rui.

Standing next to Doctor Tong, Wang Shouye didn't understand what had happened, but when he saw Doctor Tong pull out a pistol from his back and point it at his youngest apprentice, his eyes immediately turned red.

He disregarded everything else and charged straight at the attacker.

Hey, hey, hey.

Dr. Tong, who was thrown backward by the impact, fired three shots before falling to the ground with his back on the ground.

Three shots rang out in quick succession: one hit Zhou Rui's left shoulder, one grazed his coat, and the other shot straight into the sky.

This was the result of Zhou Rui's best efforts to avoid interference from Wang Shouye.

Ignoring the pain in his shoulder, Zhou Rui quickly pulled out his Browning and aimed it at Doctor Tong on the ground.

bang, bang, bang...

Zhou Rui returned fire with three shots, hitting Doctor Tong's right wrist, elbow, and shoulder, breaking his hand into three pieces.

Bang, bang... bang, bang...

Bang... "Ah...!"

A series of gunshots and screams rang out, and Zhou Rui turned around to look.

Suddenly, Zhang Shitou picked up a Type 56 semi-automatic rifle and started repeatedly pulling the trigger at Lao Luo, a mountain herder, who was only seven or eight meters away. He kept pulling the trigger mechanically until the magazine was emptied.

Luo, who was holding a gun to Zhou Rui's back, was riddled with bullets, and blood was flowing all over his body.

On the ground, a figure was rolling around, clutching his left hand with his right, next to a shotgun with its barrel damaged by an explosion.

Zhou Rui smiled smugly; this was indeed his masterpiece, and his efforts had not been in vain.

However, he did not let his guard down. Instead, he stepped forward and kicked the shouting mute man in the neck, knocking him unconscious.

Then he squatted down and carefully searched the mute man's body, finding a pistol exactly the same as the ones used by Doctor Tong and Lao Luo.

"Uncle Wang, Eldest Brother, Second Brother, confiscate all their pistols and tie them up. Be sure to search them for any other weapons."

At this moment, Zhou Rui, being the only one who knew the inside story, took the initiative to give the order.

Zhou Rui tucked his pistol behind his waist, walked slowly to Zhang Shitou, and gently took the Type 56 rifle.

"Third senior brother, he is dead."

Zhang Shitou didn't react, his expression blank. Zhou Rui knew this was the normal reaction of an ordinary person killing someone at close range for the first time.

Zhou Rui put the rifle on the ground and slapped Zhang Shitou's shoulder hard with his uninjured right hand.

Thud! The sound was loud, and it hurt.

Zhou Rui gripped Zhang Shitou's shoulder tightly with his right hand: "Third Senior Brother, Brother Shitou. He's a spy sent from the North. He's here to harm our country. He's a bad guy, an enemy."

Zhou Rui's magnetic voice kept ringing in Zhang Shitou's ears, and Zhang Shitou's blank face finally reacted. His eyes became a little lively, and his black pupils looked at Zhou Rui.

"A spy? An enemy?" The tone was questioning.

Zhou Rui looked firmly into Zhang Shitou's eyes: "Yes. Spy. Enemy."