Practice starts from a small soldier

Chapter 12 Ranger Zhang Dake

At noon, the sun hangs high.

Nearly a hundred ginseng pickers traveled all the way through mountains and rivers, and finally arrived at the southernmost foot of Beimang Mountain.

From here, like a sharp sword, the remaining veins of Beiman Mountain pierced through the border Great Wall and penetrated deeply into the hinterland of Beiliang County.

The mountain here suddenly became lower, and countless streams and waterfalls rushed down from the mountain, forming a large swamp in the south, with bottomless pools dotted on the swamp covered with moss and weeds, where countless insects and snakes hibernate.

Shrouded in mist, it looks mysterious and deep, creepy.

If they don't want to cross the border Great Wall, these ginseng pickers can only go through this swamp with a radius of tens of miles, and then climb up to Beiman Mountain along the southern foot.

This is the most secretive and cheapest way into the mountain.

Otherwise, these ginseng collectors would need to pay a large sum of money to pass through the border checkpoints and enter the mountains from the northern prairie.

A group of ginseng collectors stopped, and after discussing for a while, the old man on crutches was elected as the leader of the ginseng gathering team, who led them through the dangerous swamp.

"Sure enough, people can't be judged by their appearance."

Seeing the lame old man walking in front, Zhang Qi couldn't help thinking to himself.

At this time, Yuzi came over and said: "This old man is not simple. Everyone calls him Sanweng. He lives in the east part of Baisha City. The family has collected ginseng for generations. Thirty years ago, Sanweng went to the mountains with his father and brother to collect ginseng. , more than 30 years ago, his father and brother died in Beimang Mountain. Only this old man went in and out of Beimang Mountain more than a hundred times, but he came back safe and sound every time. We are really lucky to meet this old man to lead the way this time. "

Zhang Qi glanced at Yuzijia, "You know quite a lot."

"Of course."

Yuzi patted his chest, and said proudly: "I am the leader of the rangers in Baisha City, and I know the whole Baisha City like the palm of my hand."

Zhang Qi pouted secretly.

How can the big brother go out without a younger brother, and even be reduced to dig ginseng in the mountains by himself?

Ha ha.

Believe it or not, he doesn't believe it anyway.

Especially after knowing the other party's identity as an ancient street sneaker, Zhang Qi kept keeping a distance from the other party.

The corporal chief once reminded him that although rangers are more righteous, they are more of thieves, and you must be more careful when encountering them.

Seeing Zhang Qi's indifferent attitude, Yu Zimai just smiled slightly.

The crowd continued to move forward, and the old ginseng led the way at the front, while the other ginseng pickers followed carefully and began to cross the vast swamp.

Zhang Qi and Yu Zijian were at the end of the line.

"Beware of poisonous insects."

Someone in the team gave a loud reminder.

As the crowd continued to go deeper, the swamp, which was originally dead and silent, suddenly became noisy. Countless poisonous insects came out of the grass or pools, crawled around, and made rustling sounds, which was disturbing.

Zhang Qi even saw a big black-spotted snake thicker than his arm, poking its head out of a pool a few meters away, staring coldly at the group of them.

Face these poisonous bugs.

Everyone took out realgar powder or other insect repellent powders and sprinkled them on themselves.

Zhang Qi was suddenly embarrassed.

He bought a lot of things in Baisha City, but he forgot to buy insect repellent powder.

"Here, I still have half a bottle."

Yuzima noticed Zhang Qi's embarrassment, and handed him the remaining half bottle of insect repellent powder.

"Thank you."

After Zhang Qi nodded at the fish roe, he reached out to take the insect repellent powder and began to apply it on himself.

Now is not the time to be hypocritical, life is the most important thing.

Although he has cultivated to the level of iron skin, it is reasonable to say that he should not be afraid of poisonous insect bites, but he is not afraid of ten thousand, just in case.It is better to be steady when you are away from home.

"All knights in the world are brothers."

After being polite, Yuzi asked without losing the opportunity: "Don't you know your brother's name yet?"

"Surname Zhang, first name... Dake."

Zhang Qi returned a pseudonym. After all, his current identity is a fake ranger, so naturally he cannot use his real name.

Ranger Zhang Dake sounds domineering.

"Da Ke, is it from the words of the sages that 'small can be a stone, but a big can be jade'?"

Unexpectedly, this ranger Yu Zijia was still a cultural person, and after hearing Zhang Qi's alias, he even quoted scriptures on the spot.

"No."

Zhang Qi shook his head and said, "My name comes from the phrase 'Small things are pleasant, but there is no need for them'."

By the way, there is another sentence of strong blows.

Yuzima thought hard for a moment, and said in doubt: "Xiao Keyiqing, there is no need for it. Which sage said this? I have never heard of it."

"I said so."

Seeing that the other party wanted to ask more questions, Zhang Qi blocked the other party with one sentence: "My father said it."

Yu Zijian didn't continue to ask further questions.

It's just that the eyes looking at Zhang Qi became more fiery. A person who can say such fresh and refined words as "Xiao Ke is happy, but there is no need for it", tsk tsk, this brother Zhang's father, must be such a learned person what.

I admire you!

As a ranger who likes to read, what Yu Zikan admires the most is not those knight-errants who became famous all over the world after assassinating the king, but the scholars who can change the situation of the world with just a few words.

What can be solved with words, why bother with swords and guns.

at sunset.

When night began to fall, the group finally passed through the swamp and reached the southernmost foot of Beiman Mountain.

During this thrilling journey, except for one ginseng picker who accidentally stepped on a poisonous snake and died of poison on the spot after being bitten, everyone else was safe and sound.

After they took the body of the ginseng picker out of the swamp, they dug a pit on the spot and buried him hastily.

No one showed any signs of sadness.

As if this is a very common thing.

On the contrary, the ranger Yu Zijia found a stack of yellow paper from nowhere and burned it in front of the grave of the ginseng picker. Then he sang and danced around the grave, constantly chanting obscure eulogies, just like those dancers. The great god's witch wishes are the same.

Not only Zhang Qi.

Those ginseng collectors were all dumbfounded.

After Yu Zi Can finished singing and dancing, Zhang Qi said with admiration: "I never thought that Brother Zi Can is so versatile."

"The sage said: Heaven moves vigorously, and a gentleman strives for self-improvement."

Yuzi said modestly: "I'm stupid, I can't get into the door of saints, I can only be self-taught, this shaman's burial is what I learned this year, brother Dake, what do you think?"

"It's a good song."

Zhang Qi said affirmatively, and added in his heart: Don't sing next time.

Beiman Mountain at night is like a giant black beast lying on the ground, devouring all the light, not even the moonlight from the sky can come in.

Everyone lit a bonfire.

In addition to resisting the cold, the most important thing is to drive away the darkness and prevent being attacked by wild beasts in the mountains.

Everyone took turns to watch.

Zhang Qi and Yuzikan were not idle either, they were assigned to stand guard on the north side of the camp, and they stood guard until midnight, nothing happened.

In the middle of the night.

Zhang Qi was lying beside the bonfire. He had just fallen asleep when he was suddenly awakened by the sound of a gong.

He got up and took a look.

It was the lame ginseng who was beating the gong. While beating the gong, he shouted at the top of his lungs:

"The ghost beast is coming! The ghost beast is coming!"

(End of this chapter)