Why it never ends

Chapter 48 Supply Day

Thinking of this, Hesta jumped off the stool and pushed the door to go out.

"Where are you going? We're going to eat soon." The mother's voice came from behind.

"I'm going to old Charlie, Mother," said Hester. "It's 'Supply Day,' and I'll see if there's anything new at his place."

The young mother laughed, "Shall we eat first?"

"No, I'll be right back!"

Hesta said, and ran out.

Her home is in the backyard of the old Charlie's store.Walk through the warehouse, and in front of you is Old Charlie's storefront.Sure enough, old Charlie was smoking his pipe, and was wiping his firearm and rifle with a clean white cotton cloth.

Old Charlie was short and stooped. He was blind in one eye. It is said that he was accidentally injured by a shotgun when he was hunting birds when he was young.

When the old man saw Hesta, he laughed: "I thought you had no courage to come."

"I have!"

"Hahahahaha, you have a fart!" Old Charlie laughed and took out a book from his messy shop, "Take this and go home quickly, don't delay my work."

Hesta took a look at the book—it was "Edgar's Dark Tales Part II".

"But what I want is a glass bell jar!" exclaimed Hesta.

"Fuck the glass bell jar, there is no such precious thing in this place, it will be smashed to pieces if you pull it."

"But you said earlier that there was a way—"

"Here." Old Charlie pushed the rifle in front of Hesta, "If you really want something, you can shoot it yourself, you understand?"

"Let's go then," Hesta looked at the gun, "we'll go now."

In Duanming Lane, there is at least one "Replenishment Day" every month.

In the past, Hesta didn't know what a "supply day" was. She only knew that every ten or twenty days, old Charlie would set off early, with a gun and a horse, and walk south for more than ten miles.

When night fell, he would bring back a large amount of supplies with his men and horses.

He can't guarantee that every item that comes back is necessary at the moment, but these items are always rare and extremely useful.

When he was a little older, Hesta realized that the so-called "supply" was not secretly given to old Charlie by someone, but he tried to intercept it.

Every month, some planes of unknown origin drop materials into the wilderness near Duanming Lane, some are guns, some are canned food.

These planes will drop the supplies together with the parachute when they are close to the drop-off location. If the drop-off location can be known in advance, then old Charlie can find a suitable place nearby - usually on the top of a mountain - and make an ambush .

When the dropped material box began to glide in a parabola with the initial speed, he immediately broke the parachute rope with a bullet.

Most of the material boxes that lose their balance at high altitudes will fall quickly. Old Charlie roughly recorded their positions on the top of the mountain, and after confirming their safety, he went to pick up the leaks.

Although this method does not work every time, sometimes it is because the hit is missed, and sometimes it is because the opponent followed the gunshot and touched it.

But in most cases, he can get it smoothly, because the location of the delivery is always in the dense forest near Duanming Lane for concealment, and the people who get the goods don't always dare to go deep into the forest—just for the one or two boxes. Material, it's not worth the risk.

"The clips are different for every gun, you have to see for yourself."

Old Charlie held Hester in his arms, and taught her to shoot the gun by the hand.

"Like this, you have to hold the magazine and get it in from the front, not straight up and down.

"When loading, many people are used to using their dominant hand, that is, the trigger hand, to pull the bolt. This is wrong."

Old Charlie took Hester's left hand, rolled it from under the gun to the right side of the rifle, and loaded it with his left hand.

"At no time should your trigger finger be too far from the trigger. Understand? That way you can always maintain an effective attacking position."

Hesta nodded silently.

"Now, put your finger on the outside of the trigger, put the butt of the gun against your shoulder, and lean your body's center of gravity a little forward—prepare for the recoil."

Old Charlie grabbed Hester's head and pressed it against the butt of the gun. "Put your face firmly on the butt of the gun. Then, find the sight."

"...Which one are you looking at?" Hesta asked.

"Look at the front sight, always use the front sight to aim at the target, and the back sight is for you to use as a reference to see if you have leveled the gun."

As he said that, old Charlie suddenly patted Hesta on the shoulder.

"What I just said, the butt of the gun is firmly against the shoulder! Otherwise, press the trigger, and your shoulder will be broken!"

Hesta immediately complied.

The sound of the plane was faintly heard in the distant sky, and Hesta could already see the black dot slowly approaching his direction.

"The last point, you must remember." The old man's voice was hoarse, "I must, I must remember."

"Ok?"

"Never rob in a dangerous place,"

"Then what to do when you are in danger...?"

"Run, run far away, and let those who run slower than you die for you," old Charlie pulled his face. "You must never let yourself fall into a situation where you can only fight the enemy alone, understand?"

Old Charlie's voice grew muffled.

Everything around her began to become heavy, a flash of lightning suddenly fell from the sky, and a sudden thunderstorm hit her in the face—she and old Charlie were back in the backyard of the shop.

Old Charlie grabbed her by the back of the collar and was struggling through knee-high rain to take her away.

The sky and the earth turned back to dark blue again, and only at the moment of lightning did they suddenly turn white.

The majestic heavy rain was almost painful to be slapped on the body by the wind. Hesta realized something and tried to break away from old Charlie's hand.

"Where are you going to take me!"

"Get out of here!"

"No! Mommy... Mommy hasn't come back—"

Old Charlie's voice sounded at the same time as the thunder, "She won't come back!

"I shouldn't have saved you in the first place... Her brain is completely rusted, and she won't be able to remember the lesson in her life—little brat, listen, she doesn't want you anymore! Get the hell out of Duan Ming Lane too—" —”

Old Charlie tied Hester to the horse.

On a rainy night, he took Hesta and galloped all the way north. The horseshoes did not stop all night. At dawn, the old man threw Hesta on the side of the road. He untied her from the rope and threw her a pack of canned food.

"Next time I see you, I'll kill you—"

Old Charlie sat on his horse and turned his horse's head.

"If you want to live, go north...go north, go to Mount Severn, and never come back!"

……

Hesta suddenly opened his eyes.

Everything in front of her was quiet and peaceful, and the moonlight shone through the window onto the floor in front of her bed.

Hesta took a deep breath, her teeth trembling slightly, and she sat up with one hand on the bed.

The pillow was soaked and her face was wet with tears.

　Thanks to Lin Shiqi, Shensi, the monthly ticket of the dynamic cat~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)