Northwest Guizhou, in a quiet forest.
"Bang!"
A deafening explosion rang out from the forest.
Countless small animals that were sneaking around on the ground were so shocked that their bodies trembled. They stood quietly on the spot, their eyes rolling and their ears constantly twitching, sensing if there was danger approaching.
The birds that were singing on the trees were so shocked that their tunes deviated. They flapped their wings wildly and flew into the sky, leaving behind only leaves and a few feathers.
Not far away, there was also a long worm wrapped around the tree trunk. Its eyes were sinister and it was flicking its tongue, ready to pounce on the tree.
After the explosion, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old youth climbed up from the ground covered with thick pine needles. He held a one-meter-long gun in his hand (let's call it a gun) and ran excitedly towards a pine tree with a target nailed to it more than forty meters away.
"Aiyo, damn, why is it a little off again?”Looking at the target, there was a small hole that was more than ten centimeters away from the bullseye. A trace of disappointment flashed across the young man's face.
"Although the distance is slightly closer, I have already adjusted it as much as possible when I calculated it. It is 13 degrees up and 1.2 degrees to the left. The wind speed, wind direction, and humidity are all fine.”
The young man sat down against the pine tree with the target pinned on it. Then, he took out an A4 paper with the data recorded on it from his bag behind the tree. He stared at the data on the paper and carefully confirmed it several times. After confirming that there were no mistakes, he immediately scratched his cheeks and ears, his face full of conflict.
He stuffed the paper back into his bag and picked up the " gun " in his hand. Looking at the rough wooden crutch that he had cut out with a small knife, the firing pin that was bent from steel bars and tied with a thick tire inner tube, and the steel pipe that was thicker than a thumb, a trace of helplessness flashed across the young man's face.
The young man's name was Jiang Weihua. He was in his third year of high school. In less than three months, he would face the legendary college entrance examination. He was studying in the best high school in the county-level city. His overall score was not bad, but he was very biased in his subjects.
He kept making small mistakes in his studies, but he never lost more than 10 points in the three subjects combined.
His Chinese Literature was still alright. His total score of 150 was basically hovering around 110. Although it could not go up, it would not go down either.
The thing that gave him the biggest headache was English. He believed that the time he spent on English was no less than the time he spent on other subjects combined. However, after every exam, his score would always hover within 70. This told him that 'one percent of talent' was the key to success or failure.
He had excellent talent in science. Ever since he came into contact with military affairs on the screen, he had gone further and further on the road of yearning.
In order to be close to his dream, and also for the sake of a girl he had admired for a long time, he joined the ranks of sports students in the school. He did not lack an eight-pack. Although he was the last to join the team, his results were not worse than anyone else.
During the weekends at home, he would study the weapon in his hand every day. He secretly used his carpenter father's tools to make a high-precision sniper rifle with a range of 30 to 40 meters.
In fact, he also knew that it was not because he had calculated the problem, but because the accuracy of the weapon in his hand was too shocking.
To be able to use this guy to produce such an effect from a distance of more than 40 meters, it should be, it should be possible, it should be considered very impressive!
He looked at the last bit of gunpowder in his hand, which was wrapped in paper and accumulated from the firecrackers. He took out a small steel ball and placed it into the medicine groove. Then, he folded the paper wrapped in gunpowder in his hand and poured the rest of the medicine into it.
"I've used it up again. I don't know if I'll be able to meet any caterers in the next few weekends. If I don't pick up some misfiring firecrackers, I'll have to stay at home obediently for the next few weeks.”
He had just raised the 'gun' in his hand when he instantly put it down. Thinking that this was the last bit of gunpowder, Jiang Weihua sighed and hugged the treasure in his arms. He leaned against the sturdy pine tree trunk and raised his chin slightly to look at the crown of the tree in front of him. His expression was a little sullen.
A single penny stumped a hero!
If he had money, why would he be in such a situation where he was short of money and felt lonely?
If he had money, he would not have to think about the wedding banquet every day and the Squibs on the ground that did not explode. He would just wave the bills and the people would send them to his door one by one. At that time, he would only complain that his spending speed was too slow and could not keep up with the speed of the delivery.
At the end of the day, all the original sins were because of one word,'poor'!
Hiss!
Just as Jiang Weihua hugged his treasure and sighed silently, a long worm that was slightly green and over a meter long, with its back embroidered with bright yellow flowers, spun along the tree trunk and slowly flowed down.
Creak!
The target card was fixed to the tree by a nail. As soon as the long worm's body slid over, it swayed left and right, making a sound as it rubbed against the tree trunk.
"Oh my god, oh my brother!"
Hearing the sound, Jiang Weihua subconsciously twisted his neck and looked up. He happened to meet a pair of cold eyes that were less than half a meter apart. His heart suddenly constricted, and his waist tightened. He was so scared that he almost peed on the spot.
He exerted force on his waist and wanted to pounce on the ground in front of him. However, in his nervousness, Jiang Weihua seemed to have forgotten that he was still tightly hugging a 'finely crafted' gun in his arms.
On the firing pin that was made of steel bars, the thick inner tube was tight. It had been loaded by him just now.
His waist moved swiftly and his body leaned forward, his shoulder pressing down heavily on the firing pin.
The firing pin slid inward, and the needle tip immediately slipped out of the rough safety groove. The thick inner tire had strong elasticity, and with a sudden force, the firing pin was heavily pushed into the medicine groove.
"Bang!"
When the firing pin tilted and hit the medicine trough, it left a large gap on the edge. Another loud bang sounded in the forest. Sparks burst out and the medicine trough shattered.
The steel ball hit the hard gun barrel diagonally. Then, with the help of the rebound force from the wall of the gun barrel, it carried an unimaginable force and shot out from the large crack in the medicine tank like lightning.
The opening of the medicine trough was right in front of Jiang Weihua.
"Tsk!"
Zhang Yang only felt a sharp pain from his heart. His entire body suddenly tilted and fell on the soft ground covered with pine needles. His body twitched unnaturally along with the pain.
His consciousness slowly blurred as his body twitched.
" A pure land that only belongs to me, and it's best if it's accompanied by a clear spring. No one can disturb me from doing what I like to do. This is what I've always been looking forward to. If this can be considered a pure land, a clear spring, hehe..." With a little self-mockery, Jiang Weihua's consciousness completely fell into darkness.
The long worm that had caused all this seemed to have been frightened by the loud noise. It did not even look at Jiang Weihua on the ground. Its body trembled and twisted, and it slowly burrowed into the low and dense bushes at the side.
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