Take Arada back to the past

Chapter 488, Come here!
"Okay, I'm also the leader of this team. My last name is Song Lin, you can call me Captain Song. I'm only responsible for supervision and emergency situations this time."

He looked at the crowd and said, "Except for me, Yang Xiaole will be in charge of your operation this time."

After the leader finished speaking, he looked at the crowd and shouted, "Who's Yang Xiaole?"

"To!"

Yang Xiaole came out of the team and looked at the other party speechlessly.

Without thinking, everyone knew it was Zhang Shaoting's idea.

It must be to increase my qualifications.

Looking at him, the leader nodded and said, "Let's get to know each other and I'll make some arrangements. We'll set off soon."

After saying that, he left with his men.

After the people left, the crowd began to talk.

"Hey, kid, where did you come from? Why didn't I see you during the competition? Why should I let you lead the team?"

"Yeah, he's not short, but he doesn't look like he has any flesh on him!"

Of the two people who were talking, one had a big hip and was fat, while the other was a little plump, and his clothes looked misleading.

Yang Xiaole looked at the others.

These people didn't say anything. Obviously, these two people performed well in the previous competition.

Otherwise I wouldn't have this attitude.

Since ancient times, there has been no first in literature and no second in martial arts.

A skilled person should not be outdone.

Looking at the two provocative people, he slowly said: "Why? It's arranged by the leader! If you are not convinced, go and talk to the leader."

He was too lazy to try his skills against these people.

If you hurt your own people, how can you beat others later?

"puff!"

Some people immediately started to laugh.

This seems to make sense!

"you……"

These words choked the two of them.

"Why do you want to fight? Be careful, you won't be able to be a militiaman when you go back!"

Yang Xiaole glanced at the other person and stood aside.

The two were conflicted when they saw this.

He snorted, looking unconvinced.

But I didn't say anything.

After all, we are in the Corps!

Yang Xiaole took a look and found that they were not all militiamen. Some of them should be members of the Production and Construction Corps.

Everyone waited there for half an hour, and the person who led the group came over.

Two trucks were also brought along.

"Okay, everyone get in the car!"

Naturally, everyone climbed up directly.

The cloth covering the carriage was pulled down and the car slowly drove out of the yard.

It was a ten-kilometer journey, but because it was snowing, the car took forty minutes to arrive at the destination.

The car arrived at the place.

Everyone got out of the car.

Looking around, I saw that this was a campsite on the edge of a forest.

There are quite a few tents here.

After gathering, the leader said, "Okay, you will see an island in the middle of the lake as you follow this road. That is your target for fishing this time."

He pointed to the carriage beside him and said, "There are fishing nets on the carriage, which are your fishing tools this time. There are also 30 sticks, all specially made. I want to make one thing clear, they can only hurt people, not kill them. Did you understand clearly?"

"I heard it all clearly."

"Bu Rigude, Lu Qiang, the two of you remember to follow Yang Xiaole's arrangements. Don't cause trouble when you get there. It's no use causing trouble among your own people."

The people being questioned were naturally the two people who had provoked them before.

Yang Xiaole looked at the two of them and it seemed that they were really deceiving people!
Probably good at wrestling.

Both of them were reluctant when they heard this.

Seeing this scene, Song Lin didn't say anything.

He gave Yang Xiaole a gun: "Everyone else has one, you use this one."

Yang Xiaole took the thing.

Click click click.

After fiddling with it for a few times, he put the gun on his back.

Seeing this, Song Lin looked at everyone and said, "Okay, we've said what we should say. Remember what we said before. Don't provoke, don't kill anyone, and don't do anything that would humiliate us. Okay, let's take the carriage over there! Get familiar with the area on the way."

Yang Xiaole looked around and came to the carriage.

There are two cars in total.

There are a lot of things in the car.

Guns, fishing nets, ice chisels, wooden sticks...

The stuff is quite complete.

The wooden stick is not very long, only about one and a half meters.

I picked up one and tried it. It was very tough and made of good material, not just any random wooden stick.

The length is moderate, and it still hurts a lot when you hit someone with it.

When everyone saw him swinging his stick and making a sound, they all subconsciously looked at him a few more times.

It seems that it is not too wasteful!

Yang Xiaole smiled and said, "Okay, let's go. I'll drive this car, and you guys can drive the other cars."

He got on the carriage and tried to drive it.

This thing is simple!

"I come!"

Burigude, the burly Mongolian man, came straight over.

They are good at playing with horses.

Seeing this, others naturally followed suit.

The road was opened before.

The carriage can certainly survive safely.

It’s probably only three or four hundred meters after passing the forest.

The others followed quickly on the road.

Everyone was chatting on the road.

After all, these were feelings forged through fighting. Yang Xiaole was the only one who had never experienced a duel, so he seemed a little out of place.

It doesn't take long to cover a distance of several hundred meters.

Arriving at the riverside, everyone looked at each other, then cast their gazes toward the quiet island in the middle of the lake.

"Could there be anyone there?"

"Yes!"

Everyone was curious for a while.

Yang Xiaole took a look and pulled the carriage down along the ice.

This island in the middle of the lake is not big, only about 200 meters long, and is covered with trees.

The width is not visible.

This is not the island in the middle of the lake where the incident happened last time.

Walking on thick ice.

When we reached the edge of the island, we tied the horse to the exposed trees on the edge of the island.

At this time, others also followed.

Song Lin followed and said to Yang Xiaole, "I'll be in charge of watching them. Don't let anything go wrong. You lead them to fish. You just need to take a break and they will come over."

Hearing this, Yang Xiaole nodded: "Okay, but I think we should just go straight up. We've fought so many times, who doesn't know who?"

After saying that, he looked at the ice and said, "This ice is probably more than one meter thick! How long will it take to chisel it away?"

"That won't work. We still have to make it look good."

Song Lin objected.

Hearing this, Yang Xiaole shrugged, looked at the island and said, "Okay, you guys are busy. I'm going to the toilet and take a look at the situation on the island."

But as soon as he finished speaking, he looked up at the island.

Said: "Okay, no need to say more, the people are here."

"People? Where?"

Song Lin was puzzled for a moment, then his face changed: "Here?"

Yang Xiaole nodded: "Well, by the way, are there no one of us on this island?"

"no!"

Song Lin smiled bitterly, but his eyes were fixed on the island.

After a while, a group of hairy-faced people wearing woolen coats and leather boots appeared at the edge of the island.

Each of them held a gun in his hand.

Yang Xiaole looked at the laughing crowd and had to admit that there was a big difference in the clothes.

This woolen coat is not only made of very warm woolen on the outside, but also has inside-out wool on the inside, so you won't feel too cold even in temperatures below minus 40 degrees Celsius.

This kind of clothes is sold in Beijing.

It's just that the price is off putting.

A long one like this would cost at least over three hundred yuan, and a fine one would cost six or seven hundred yuan, which is much more expensive than a bicycle.

Industrial vouchers are still required.

"*&#￥%……@）..."

There were more than a dozen people in total, and the leader muttered something to them.

His expression was very arrogant, and clearly provocative.

Lu Qiang and his men came over with their guns raised, muttering, "What is this foreign devil mumbling about?"

Song Lin next to him was about to speak when Yang Xiaole calmly made a joke: "Oh, this kid said they were lost and couldn't find their home, so they asked where their home was. Let's take them home to find their mother."

"Pfft!"

"Haha! This is our home. Your home is across the street! Go back and find mom!"

"That's right! Go back to your own home! Go and have some milk!"

……

The others laughed and echoed the sentiment.

Although they knew that Yang Xiaole’s translation might not be true, they were happy!

Yang Xiaole looked at Song Lin who was opening his mouth wide and shrugged.

Song Lin asked in surprise: "Do you speak Russian?"

"Yeah, I know a little bit! I learned it when I was in school."

As a key middle school in the old city, the No. 8 Middle School naturally offers Russian as a minor foreign language. Unlike other schools, Russian is only taught to students with insufficient teaching staff.

He was thinking that after the big Mao disintegrated, he was going to go for some travel!

So when I was in school, I studied Russian very seriously.

Simple communication is fine.

Of course, the premise is that the other person doesn't speak so fast, after all, there is no learning environment.

In this situation, the other party will definitely speak more slowly.

That was actually what the other party meant, but he just translated it backwards.

Seeing this, Song Lin wanted to translate.

Yang Xiaole stopped him and said, "Don't talk. Sometimes emotions are important!"

The people here basically have no idea what the other side said.

So I don’t feel angry.

This is like two people arguing with each other. The winner may not be the one who speaks the loudest or the loudest, but the one who remains calm and composed.

No matter what you scold me for, I won't be angry.

"But... can I not take notice?"

"What are you talking about? This is our place, and they don't dare to shoot."

Yang Xiaole said it indifferently.

Once on the island, they can still fight.

Now they are on the ice and the other side doesn't even dare to come down.

As for shooting.

Generally not.

After all, they didn't even go to the island.

As the thirty people here were ridiculing, the people over there couldn't understand.

But looking at his expression, I felt very unhappy.

He muttered something and left.

When Burigude saw this scene, he asked, "Captain Song, are we going to fight or not? If we fight, we will go up. If we don't fight, the people will run away."

Seeing this, Song Lin nodded slightly: "Let's go up."

I came here to fight.

How could I not go up?

The other party left like this to let them go up.

Upon hearing this, the others took out their things.

Seeing this, Song Lin whispered, "Leave one team behind for a while and give them all the guns. Those who don't have guns will go to the martial arts arena in the middle. After they get there, they will find their own targets. This is a custom."

Seeing this, Yang Xiaole smiled and said, "It seems like you have had a lot of experience!"

Hearing this, Song Lin smiled bitterly: "How can I not get used to it? It's been several years."

Yang Xiaole nodded: "By the way, if we rob them later, can we take their things away? I think those clothes are pretty good."

"That won't work. If this gets out, it will damage our reputation."

Yang Xiaole clicked his tongue when he heard this.

I didn't care about it.

I had already guessed it.

Thinking back to those days, we had nothing to eat and had to eat bran and vegetables, and we even gave white flour buns to the prisoners.

We fed those people until they were fat and plump, and when we released them, they didn't want to leave.

I don’t know how to put it.

It would be great if I could take it away, even the skin would be peeled off.

Tanks can be driven back to him.

Seeing this, Song Lin began to make arrangements.

The twenty strongest men were called out, their belongings were put aside, and the others hid in the distance with guns, on guard.

Each of them took a sip of wine to warm themselves up.

Then about twenty people came to the island in a mighty manner.

After coming up, I could see the open space not far away at a glance because the vegetation on the island was not that dense.

A piece of open space was cleared in the middle not far away.

The snow had been cleared away, leaving an uneven black ground with some grass roots.

This is what is called a training ground.

As soon as we arrived at the place, the other party rushed over directly.

unarmed.

Seeing this scene, Yang Xiaole and his group threw the wooden sticks aside.

It has been explained that the other party is unarmed and they are also unarmed.

The other side used sticks first, then they used sticks.

Anyway, everything has to be done according to the other party's first step.

"Kill~"

Burigude shouted and rushed over.

"Hey! You scared me!"

Yang Xiaole muttered something as he looked at the other person's back as he left, then rushed over at full speed.

The number of people on both sides is just right.

Twenty people.

Ten people were left to defend.

The scene was very chaotic at this time.

That's all nonsense about masters fighting each other.

It's just like a group of people fighting, there's no routine involved.

I have to say, the racial gap is really huge.

People here are generally around 1.80 meters tall.

But the people on the opposite side are generally 1.9 meters tall, and there is also a tall guy who is over 2 meters tall.

It is already overnourished.

The gap is even greater when they stand together.

Yang Xiaole frowned and felt at a disadvantage.

I suffered a loss as soon as I came into contact with him, after all, there was a big difference in size.

Not far away, a man was hit on the head by a punch from the hairy man and fell directly to the ground.

The other party was also kicked by his own people.

But it’s harmless.

Getting hit in the head is no joke.

Looking at the tallest person coming towards him, he shouted to Bu Rigude next to him: "Xiao Bu, I'll do this!"

After saying that, he kicked his legs and rushed out.

"Drink~"

For the first time in Yang Xiaole’s fight, he punched with all his strength.

The Mao people didn't care at first.

Arm first gear.

These people's movements are actually more like boxing and Sanda.

The old Russian had taken off his coat and reeked of alcohol.

"what!"

A punch hit the opponent's arm and a scream was heard.

Yang Xiaole stopped and frowned.

I have to say that this muscle is much more. The relief force is really amazing.

One punch barely broke a bone.

The scream made the place quiet.

They all looked over in surprise.

You know, what Yang Xiaole was facing were people who were as tall as tanks.

One punch and your arm is broken?
Yang Xiaole took off his gloves.

These gloves also provide relief.

He twisted his arms and looked at the Russians who were paying attention to this place more than ten meters away.

If a gun is fired at you, you have to be careful!
Feeling uncomfortable, he took off his cotton jacket and hooked his finger at the injured Maozi: "Hey, slow speed~~"

Bu Rigude was not satisfied at first, and his mouth twitched when he saw this scene.

(End of this chapter)