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

The cliff wasn't perfectly vertical; it had a slight slope. As long as he could see clearly and gripped the solid, protruding rocks, Yang Dalin, with his amazing arm strength, climbed quite quickly.

Captain Jing was also making arrangements, urging everyone to eat their fill first. After the three experts had eaten and drunk their fill, they followed the three bodyguards to the bottom of the valley—a position that no one could shoot from, even from the cliff top.

He also assigned three men to scout ahead on each side of the road. These three men walked close to the cliff face to see if they could spot or hear any movement above.

The others pretended not to notice the danger and continued to move around the fire, but their guns were loaded and they were ready to retaliate at any time.

He also arranged for three people to keep watch on the other side of the valley.

Captain Jing knew that if Yang Dalin was telling the truth, then someone was watching them. The reason they hadn't used rail transport was because the original transport plan had been leaked, so they had temporarily changed to using a truck convoy. They hadn't expected that someone would still be watching them.

It seems I need to be extra careful on my journey ahead.

Fortunately, there was a magical Yang Dalin along the way.

Otherwise, if someone manages to sneak up to the opposite cliff, our group could suffer heavy losses.

The loss of people is not the problem; the problem is the loss of the three experts and the equipment.

That would be troublesome.

Therefore, Captain Jing both hoped that Yang Dalin was mistaken and that Yang Dalin would nip the threat in the bud.

Yang Dalin quickly climbed up the cliff, which was only a few dozen meters but less than a hundred meters high.

Yang Dalin first tied the rope to two large rocks, then threw one down as a safety rope and the other as a climbing rope.

He tugged on the rope; it was tied securely and was fine.

He put all the steamed buns, flashlight, and gun from his satchel into his storage space.

Then they quietly approached from the direction they came from.

The area above the cliff is relatively stable.

Can walk.

Yang Dalin hadn't walked far when he noticed that there was indeed movement.

He found a large rock, hid behind it, and listened carefully.

There are eight people.

Walk silently, without saying a word.

After a while, when they got within a hundred meters, Yang Dalin was able to see the other team clearly.

A man with a thick beard walked at the front.

He looked very tough. He was wearing a military green jacket, which was open, and his vest underneath was tattered. His pants were new and military green, like the pants worn by the People's Liberation Army now, but his shoes were wrong. They weren't Liberation rubber shoes; they looked like field boots.

This outfit is so mismatched, there's definitely something wrong with it.

The People's Liberation Army pays great attention to their appearance, so why would they dress like that?

The militia isn't suitable either. Although he carries a Type 56 rifle, not many militiamen are equipped with Type 56 rifles nowadays, and it's not like it will be more than ten years from now.

He also had a pistol tucked into his waistband.

She also had a backpack on her back.

He was holding a machete in his right hand to clear a path, and a gun in his left.

They moved forward slowly, cutting through the bushes on the cliff face as if afraid of making a big fuss.

The second person seemed to be a leader; he only had a pistol, not a rifle.

His attire was much better; he was dressed in a People's Liberation Army uniform, but he wasn't wearing a hat, his top button was undone, and his belt was not neat.

They were also wearing a pair of military boots that are not commonly seen in the People's Liberation Army.

Yang Dalin recalled watching movies and TV dramas before, and how he had once impersonated a member of the Eighth Route Army to launch a sneak attack.

Could these people be impersonating People's Liberation Army soldiers?

Very similar.

Yang Dalin looked at the third person, who was dressed the same as the second person, and was also wearing an open shirt, probably because he was hot.

Yang Dalin quickly bent down and walked back to where he had tied the rope. He lay down on the edge of the cliff and shone his flashlight down three times.

That way, the group wouldn't notice him shining a flashlight.

This way, Captain Jing can understand his meaning.

As expected, Captain Jing spotted the lights and immediately issued several orders.

The two colleagues below also started climbing the rope.

Yang Dalin bent over and went back, preparing to strike first.

We can't let them get too close to the convoy.

Otherwise, it would be troublesome if they opened fire on the convoy.

Yang Dalin returned to the large rock he had just been standing on.

Due to the limited light, the group had only walked a dozen meters so far.

All eight people were now in Yang Dalin's view.

Yang Dalin lay down behind a large rock, took out a slingshot, and shot a pebble at the first person's leg.

The first person let out a sound of "ouch".

These people were well-trained and immediately lay down.

The second one asked in a low voice, "Mountain Leopard, what's wrong?"

The mountain leopard at the front of the group hugged his leg, gritted his teeth, and whispered, "I don't know. I felt a thud on my leg. It didn't feel like a bullet. It felt like a pebble, or maybe a snake bite. It hurts a lot, but I can't see clearly."

"I can't leave for now."

The second person shouted, "Nonsense! Where would a snake come from on the top of the cliff? Mountain Leopard, did you step into some hunter's trap?"

The fox shone its flashlight on the leopard, and the rest of the group remained still and alert, making no noise. If the target below spotted them, they wouldn't be able to complete their mission.

The people behind didn't make a sound, but when Yang Dalin heard the first word "Mountain Leopard," he knew it was a code name. The third person's code name was "Fox."

They wore PLA uniforms, carried PLA standard weapons, and used all sorts of random code names.

He doesn't wear his uniform properly and acts like a petty thief; this kind of behavior can't be that of a true People's Liberation Army soldier.

It's even less likely for the militia; they don't have that weapon.

Not to mention there was another person carrying an advanced walkie-talkie behind them.

The pistols were all used by foreign armies, and some soldiers even had grenades hanging in front of them, unlike the wooden-handled grenades used by soldiers today.

Yang Dalin wondered how to safely capture all of these people.

After thinking about it, I think it would be best to use an anesthetic blowpipe.

It would be troublesome if the wrong person was killed.

However, it would be difficult to explain to Captain Jing that he used an anesthetic syringe.

Never mind, if Captain Jing asks later, I'll tell him to go ask Director Hou.

Anyway, he asked Director Hou for the formulas for sleeping pills and anesthetics.

I also know that he went to the Russians to carry out missions, so it's not normal that he didn't hand over the anesthetic drugs he seized.

Yang Dalin took out the anesthetic needles he had seized from his spatial storage.

This thing has a limited range.

We need to get closer.

The wind was still strong on the cliff, and he needed to move to the north side of the group.

Otherwise, it would be troublesome if the needle blown out by the north wind went astray.

Yang Dalin quietly moved to the right front of the group, trying to clear the way for them.

Go around to their right and attack the group.

The man called Fox turned on a flashlight covered with a cloth, lifted up the left leg of the mountain leopard's pants, and saw a bruise on the guy's left knee.

The size of a fingernail, with no bleeding.

But it's unclear what caused it.

He patted the mountain leopard on the shoulder and whispered, "It's nothing serious, no bleeding. Let me check the ground to see if there are any traps."

Don't move.

The mountain leopard's leg wasn't hurting as much anymore. If his shinbone was hit, it would hurt a lot at first, but it would be fine after a while.

He wouldn't have cried out if it hadn't happened so suddenly.

It was just too sudden.