The Life of a Son-in-Law in a Courtyard House

Upon hearing Captain Jing's words, Yang Dalin couldn't help but curse inwardly, "Damn it, even if I could hit him in the dark, I can't admit it!"

Shooting at a person is fine, but you want me to shoot at the barrel of the enemy's gun in the dark?

Yang Dalin didn't know if Captain Jing was testing him or what.

What if you accidentally hit someone?

And if a bullet hits the gun barrel, wouldn't the bullet ricochet wildly, which would definitely injure the disaster victims?

It's important to know that many people on the battlefield die from stray bullets.

That's nonsense. They're just a bunch of disaster victims. Just attack them directly.

Isn't this treating human life like dirt?

Yang Dalin said, somewhat angrily, "Captain Jing, are you kidding me? I can't hit it."

Captain Jing seemed to ignore Yang Dalin's complaints.

"Comrade Xiao Yang, from the moment you accepted this mission, you can only follow my orders."

If I order you to fire, you must fire.

There are no conditions to discuss.

Yang Dalin was very dissatisfied with this order, but he had no choice. Before they came, Qi Desheng had instructed that everyone must obey Captain Jing's orders along the way.

Those who disobey orders may be shot.

Although Yang Dalin was not a soldier, many units at that time were often placed under military control when they received special orders.

We have no choice but to obey.

There is no room for doubt, nor for hesitation.

Yang Dalin could only turn his head and mutter to him, "Yes, Captain Jing, I obey orders."

Captain Jing grinned in the darkness, revealing his white teeth: "Alright, you'd be a good soldier if you joined the army."

Okay, that's enough. I won't let you fire your gun randomly.

However, I must warn you that if they hear gunfire soon and continue their assault on our convoy without stopping, what should you do?

For the safety of the cargo on board, I have the right to kill anyone who tries to disrupt the convoy.

Back then, you had no choice but to obey orders. If you were told to fire, you couldn't hesitate, understand?

Yang Dalin understood; this was a preemptive warning for him.

This batch of goods is definitely special. Considering that it was transported to Chang'an, and further west is Gansu Province, I began to understand.

It might even be goods related to the Malan flower base.

How can we not take it seriously?

Anyone who dares to charge will be shot dead immediately.

No matter who you are.

The kind of death that goes unpunished.

Yang Dalin roughly realized the seriousness of the matter.

He immediately replied, "Yes, I understand, Captain Jing."

Captain Jing hummed in response.

Yang Dalin looked up and saw the figures of disaster victims in the distance.

It's only a few dozen meters away from here.

He reminded him, "Team Leader Jing, the target is very close to us, almost within fifty meters."

"Yes, I heard the noise too."

Please wait a moment.

I fired a warning shot when they got any closer.

Then, once the vehicle's headlights are on, aim at the two men with long guns.

If they disobey, try to injure their arms.

"Stop testing your marksmanship; let's practice firing the barrel during the day."

"Yes."

The two waited a while longer, but no one spoke. In the quiet night, they could hear the footsteps of a dozen or so people ahead.

These disaster victims were like a group of ghosts.

There was no sound, only mechanical steps.

There were no lights or torches at night.

Some people, if they accidentally fall, will simply get up slowly and silently follow in the footsteps of the person in front of them.

Like a group of zombies who know no pain.

There is no soul, no other voice.

Only by approaching silently.

……

……

A loud "bang" rang out, followed by five or six half-shots.

Captain Jing fired a shot into the air.

Soon, the headlights of all the trucks in the outer circle facing the front of the vehicle were turned on.

It illuminated the crowd in front.

A gunshot rang out, and they stopped in their tracks.

The sudden bright light shone on them, causing them to become slightly agitated.

They all covered their faces with their arms.

On the contrary, the sound of a gunshot had little deterrent effect.

Instead of scattering in fright, the person remained standing in place.

However, they stopped.

The two men inside with guns didn't make any other moves; they just carried their guns in one hand.

He raised one hand to cover his eyes.

Captain Jing bent down, not standing up stupidly. He glanced to both sides and saw that the people on the east and west sides had also stopped. He shouted loudly, "Everyone stop and don't move. We are transporting goods from the factory in the provincial capital. State your identities."

If they dare to charge again, they can be shot dead according to national law.

From the crowd opposite, an old man who looked like a beggar called out in a hoarse voice, "Leader, we are from Stone Village up ahead, and we just want to borrow some grain."

I simply can't go on living like this.

We'll leave once we get the grain.

We won't block your way.

Several thin but tall men beside him also shouted, "Yes, we just need to borrow some grain. You're not allowed to leave without it."

You can shoot whoever you want; we're all going to die anyway.

The kids at home were too hungry to walk.

"Yes, since we can't go on living anyway, we might as well die."

"If you kill me, just give my child some grain as compensation, then kill me."

No wonder there are no children in this crowd; they're probably all too hungry to get out of bed.

The youngest one who came was a child who was only half a year old.

This group of starving villagers had lost all fear of death.

I didn't hear them shout. If they killed him, so be it. As long as they give some grain to the children at home, that's fine.

It is estimated that the village has reached a very critical moment.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have done such a thing.

This is practically considered an armed robbery.

It would be understandable if they actually killed him.

But looking at the crowd in front of me, so many of them could barely stand, I realized...

If they hadn't been so hungry, things wouldn't have come to this.

It's not fair to say that Yang Dalin is hateful now.

I always felt like they were pitiful and pathetic.

We saw quite a few villages along the way.

Although many people in the villages were also starving.

But not a single person dared to stop the convoy with a gun or farm tools.

Not to mention that they were preparing to ambush the convoy together in the middle of the night.

Yang Dalin turned his head to look at Captain Jing, preparing to see how he would handle the situation.

Hearing the commotion in front of him, and unable to hear clearly, Captain Jing shouted, "Stop arguing! One of you, tell me what's going on!"

Why has your village become like this?

Did the higher authorities not provide any grain for resale or relief?

"Let someone who understands this explain it."

The old man who had spoken first spoke again, and the others fell silent.

"I am the production team leader of Stone Village."

Before our village…

Blah blah blah, the captain managed to explain in fits and starts.

It turns out the villagers were a good bunch.

It's still a positive and uplifting village.

After liberation, the land was distributed, and everyone managed to eat their fill for a few years.

Later, a production brigade was established, and everyone earned work points, which was the first thing to be done in the commune.

Everyone was very enthusiastic.

Later, after boasting about it, the higher-ups put their village in charge.

Therefore, the reported yield per acre is very high.

Then they handed over the most grain.

Unable to buy the grain resold through special channels, the higher-ups shrugged and said, "Isn't your village the largest grain producer? Why would you need resold grain?"

Not to mention relief grain; even the county cadres didn't have enough to eat, so where would they get any grain to distribute to them?