farmer agent

Chapter 247 Hunting Marquis Project

"Where are we going now?" Lu Jingyao asked.

Song Xiaotian stopped suddenly, and looked at Lu Jingyao with a serious face: "Our current operation code name is 'Hunting Project', I am the team leader, and you are the deputy team leader!"

"..." Lu Jingyao was taken aback by Song Xiaotian, and then he burst into laughter: "Haha..."

"By the way, how did you know that Hou Qingguo was number 1 just now?" Lu Jingyao said thoughtfully.

"Which official doesn't like to be No. 1?" Song Xiaotian twitched his mouth: "Even if he is not No. 1, he can definitely hear it!"

"Hehe...smart, young man!" Lu Jingyao gave Song Xiaotian a thumbs up.

……

Song Xiaotian was indeed right. Although Hou Qingguo was not number one on the walkie-talkie, he was sitting in the temporary command center and heard Song Xiaotian's scolding.

At this time, his face turned pale with anger, and he threw away a walkie-talkie next to him that had just received curses: "Order the captains of each unit, shoot and kill the gangsters if you see them!"

"Yes!"

The director of the Wushan County Public Security Bureau next to him responded and hurried to convey the order.

"Damn it, I even scolded my daughter. My daughter is only three years old..." Hou Qingguo gritted his teeth.

……

In the vast Wuyun Mountains, when night falls, in a valley.

Song Xiaotian pointed at a map on the ground and said: "Let's rest here for a while, there is still more than 20 kilometers away from Wangpu Village. After dark, the helicopter will be invisible.

We bypassed this mountain, and then went to Wangpu Village by this small road. This is the nearest village with only a dozen families, and we will try to get out there. "

"I don't think so. They will definitely lay an ambush in the village. They can do anything you can think of." Lu Jingyao objected.

"Don't worry, I know it well." Song Xiaotian said.

"What do you have?" Lu Jingyao said disdainfully, "If they ambush dozens of people and guard there, aren't we going to die?"

"I am the team leader, you are the team leader?" Song Xiaotian said coldly.

"You..." Lu Jingyao was left speechless by Song Xiaotian.

"Okay, that's it. Your position is lower than mine now. You can reserve your opinion, but you must listen to me now!" Song Xiaotian said proudly: "Hurry up and eat something, or we won't have time to eat when we are on the way. We must Arrive at Wang Pushan within four hours, hey... without you, I can get there in two hours at most!"

"..." Lu Jingyao was speechless again.

Song Xiaotian didn't pay any attention to him either, only to see that he was holding a bag that looked like a food bag, tore it open, then walked to the side, peed into the bag, and after a while, green smoke rose from the bag.

"..."

Lu Jingyao's eyes were straightened: "What are you doing?"

"Hey... I love field food!" Song Xiaotian shook the bag, and after a while he pulled out another food bag that seemed to be wrapped in tin foil, and used it on the ground beside him. The mud squeezed hard, then opened the bag, and ate it in big mouthfuls.

"Egg fried rice?"

Lu Jingyao recognized it now, it was a bag of fried rice with cabbage and carrot granules in it...

"This thing is new, why didn't I see it when I was a soldier?" Lu Jingyao asked.

Song Xiaotian shook his head disdainfully: "You don't even look at how many years you have been in the army. This is still new? The United States ate this kind of fast-heating field food during World War II. Our country only equipped troops a few years ago. , half a century away, do you want me to give you a bag of urine too? I urinate a lot..."

"Ahem..." Lu Jingyao almost choked to death: "What do you mean you peed on me too?"

……

It was already seven o'clock in the evening when the two filled their stomachs.

With the help of Song Xiaotian Yaoshi, he led Lu Jingyao around several search teams, and finally turned over a mountain at five past eleven in the evening, and saw a small village at the foot of the mountain.

"Are you sure there is no ambush below?" Lu Jingyao was still a little worried.

"I think there may be, why don't we sleep for a while, and then go down when they are all asleep!" Song Xiaotian really fell asleep with his eyes closed and the individual soldier's rucksack behind him after speaking.

"Are you a little brain-dead or something?" Lu Jingyao said angrily, "There will be someone on duty when others sleep..."

Lu Jingyao shook his head. Although he said that, he still trusted Song Xiaotian in his heart. He knew that this kid had something in his heart.

……

Wang Pu Village, Uncle Liu.

This year, he is [-] years old and has an unshakable habit, that is, he has to go to Wangpu Mountain every night to release sets. Wuyun Mountain has a lot of game, especially rabbits, wild-chicken, etc. There are countless, but since returning farmland to forest , everyone is not allowed to go up the mountain to use traps or traps, saying that they are afraid of smoking and catching fire.

Therefore, in order to avoid the supervision of the village cadres, Uncle Liu only went up the mountain at about midnight. This was his habit, and it was also his source of income.

If he hadn't sold some rabbits and pheasants for money, he would have starved to death, and the fields had been distributed to his sons, but all of them had accidents, and he didn't know whether he was dead or alive.

When the farmland was returned to the forest, the family couldn't afford people, so the village simply took back all the fields, so letting go in the middle of the night became his only way of life.

It was already midnight that night, he turned on the flashlight and found a bunch of fresh rabbit droppings, and the rabbit droppings were quite big, he was very excited, he knew that tomorrow he could sell them for dozens of dollars again.

Just as he was triumphantly spreading the sky in this area, two people suddenly kicked out from not far away.

Both of them were wearing clothes that looked like the surrounding woods, and they couldn't tell what they looked like on their faces. Even Uncle Liu, who lived to be 80 or [-] years old, was shocked.

But then he took out a piece of yellow talisman paper from his pocket, clasped his hands together and shouted eleven times: "Where is the monster, quickly show your original form..."

"Ahem..." Lu Jingyao had a chill.

But Song Xiaotian beside him shouted excitedly: "Grandpa Liu..."

"Huh?" Uncle Liu was taken aback for a moment, and then his bony body trembled suddenly, and he exclaimed, "Are you Tianwazi?"

"Grandpa Liu..." Song Xiaotian's voice suddenly choked up: "You are over 80, why are you still playing tricks on the mountain?"

Uncle Liu walked quickly to Song Xiaotian's side, held his hand, pulled him down, and then touched Song Xiaotian's face with trembling hands: "My son, you are not dead yet, why did you do this?"

"Grandpa Liu, it's okay, I'm okay, this is the mud I put on it..."

"Oh, that's good, as long as you are fine, you are also a poor child, you can't be fine, if something happens to a good boy like you, God will not have eyes..."

"Grandpa Liu..." Song Xiaotian couldn't help but burst into tears.

"Good boy..." Uncle Liu also burst into tears.

The old and the young hugged each other, crying more and more fiercely, and finally started to cry loudly.

Lu Jingyao on the side saw the old and the young crying, and his tears also fell.