Chapter 1 The Prodigal Boss
March 28, 1938, Taohua Mountain in southern Shandong.
The peach blossoms are in bloom all over the mountains and down the mountains, and the fields are colorful. Looking from a distance, it seems as if the morning glow has come to the ground. The fragrance of the peach blossoms is so refreshing, and thousands of bees are buzzing on the flowers.
With butterflies of all sizes flying around, the spring scenery in Lunan is so beautiful.
However, outside the mountains are broken mountains and rivers, with piercing sounds of gunfire, billowing smoke, broken walls, dripping blood, and desolation everywhere.
Gao Han is 25 years old, 1.78 meters tall, with a slender body and strong muscles, bronze skin, broad forehead, thick eyebrows and big eyes, a high nose bridge, a short beard, and clear eyes, which gives people a sense of trust.
Gao Han is a military enthusiast. During a spontaneous camping experience, he encountered a mysterious blue light. His body soared and he immediately lost consciousness.
In a daze, he seemed to have entered a strange space, with wide portholes, and the stars in the sky were vaguely visible. There were also many instruments that he had never seen before, a group of strange people, and they said some strange words. What kind of experiments?
Transformation, improvement, etc., and then he fell into a coma again.
When he woke up, he soon found that he had become a time traveler and the leader of the Taohua Mountain bandits, with the bandit name Gao Jiu and known as Master Jiu.
When he was lamenting his bad fate, he suddenly discovered an unexpected surprise - perhaps he had traveled through different times and spaces, encountered bizarre experiments, and his body functions had undergone strange changes. His intelligence, knowledge, and...
Strength, speed, vision, hearing, smell, etc. have all been greatly improved. There are even language translation, infrared night vision, database retrieval and other abilities.
At this moment, he stood on the top of the mountain and looked into the distance. He could clearly see the target ten kilometers away without a telescope, and even had the function of laser ranging.
"Bring the gun." Gao Han ordered without looking back.
"Hey, Master Jiu." Standing behind him, a bandit about 20 years old responded.
Jia Liu was Gao Han's personal follower. He was of medium build, with a small round face and small, clever eyes. He turned around and ran to a house not far away, and quickly fetched a 80% new Hanyang-made weapon.
Gao Han held the Hanyang made in his hand and couldn't help but look at it carefully.
Made in Hanyang, the caliber is 7.92mm, the total length is 955mm, the total weight is 3.166kg (excluding bayonet), and the barrel length is 442mm.
The sight range is 1800m. The ammunition supply, rifling, and rifling twist of the gun are the same as those of the Han 88 Mauser rifle. The 88 type rifle gun box is engraved on it. It was manufactured in June 22nd year of the Republic of China. It is German m88 7.9 mm.
Bullet elements: shell length: 5.7 cm, total bullet length: 8.255 cm, bullet head: round head, metal covering, bullet length: 3.124 cm, bullet diameter: 0.808 cm, bullet weight: 227 grain, bullet covering metal: copper-nickel alloy
, Bullet charge: sheet non-compressed, charge weight: 40.6 grain, muzzle velocity: 639.78 m-sec (74 cm barrel)
As a military enthusiast, it was the first time that I could handle this kind of antique object with my own hands, and Gao Han was very excited.
He fiddled with it a bit, loaded a bullet, and raised the gun to find a target to shoot.
Soon he locked his eyes on a target, which was a black and yellow bullhorn collecting honey. A series of numbers flashed in his eyes:
The distance is 125.4212 meters, the wind speed is 2.3132 meters per second, the wind direction is 86.15 mi, the temperature is 27.8148°, and the air pressure is 1.0182pa.
The target flight direction is 323.11 mils, the elevation angle is 17.27 mils. The shooting scale is 1, and the advance is 0.21 mils.
Gao Han pulled the trigger and heard a "pop" sound. A bullet flew out of the muzzle, spinning at high speed and tearing the air. It made a whistling sound and soon hit the flying bird.
The cow's peak was too small and was smashed to pieces by the impact.
"That's awesome." Gao Han was extremely excited, pulled the bolt of the gun, loaded the bullet again, and continued to look for the next target.
The gunshots alerted the bandits in the village, and they gathered around to see what Master Jiu was doing.
"Pah, pah, pah." Gao Han kept shooting, knocking out a peach blossom in the distance, a spider and an ant that had just emerged from the hole. Of course, only Gao Han could see all this clearly.
"It's cool, it's so cool." Gao Han cheered excitedly every time he took a shot.
"Master Jiu, what are you doing? Are you stupid?"
The bandits stared at each other, not understanding what the leader was doing. Bullets were so valuable, but the leader was firing blanks and praising himself shamelessly. Everyone secretly complained, but no one dared to speak out.
Feng Xiucai is the only literate person in the village. Everyone calls him Feng Xiucai, but no one remembers his real name. He is 46 years old, with a thin body and a bit of a hunchback. His face is dark and slender.
He has wrinkles and looks 56 years old. He is wearing a washed gray gown and has a copper-framed abacus hanging from his waist.
Feng Xiucai was the housekeeper in the village. He was a Grande-style character. He was thrifty and stingy. Not only did he take advantage of others, he was also very harsh on himself. No wonder he was so thin.
Every time Gao Han fired a shot, Feng Xiucai's heart trembled, his brows furrowed and he almost cried.
Finally, Gao Han stopped shooting, and Feng Xiucai's brows relaxed. However, the master's next words made him want to cry.
Gao Han handed the gun to Jia Liu and said to Feng Xiucai: "Feng Xiucai, Master Jiu is very happy today. There will be a banquet tonight. We will bring out all the delicious food in the village. We will have enough wine and meat. Let's all have a good time together.
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"OK."
"OK."
All the bandits with pale faces and ragged clothes cheered.
Feng Xiucai was so distressed that he almost fainted. A few turbid tears burst out from the corners of his eyes, and he said in a trembling voice: "Master, the Japanese are powerful now, the war is in chaos, and there are no rich families around anymore. We have already eaten."
I don’t have the last meal, so I have to save some time.”
Gao Han walked forward, patted his shoulder gently, and said with a smile: "Uncle Feng, you can rest assured. From today on, our good days will come."
"Uncle Feng?" Feng Xiucai felt warm in his heart. This was the first time that the head of the family called him so affectionately. Just for these words, he made up his mind to be generous.
He said: "Okay, I'll do it right away."
However, he still warned him uneasily: "Master, you should be more careful about money and food."
Gao Han smiled and said: "Don't worry, go quickly!"
No wonder Feng Xiucai felt distressed. The foundation of Taohuashan was too weak. The Taohuashan bandits only came up to the mountain after the Japanese captured Jinan, less than half a year ago.
Gao Han was originally a long-term employee of Xiao Changyu's family, the president of the Jinan Prefecture Chamber of Commerce. He was spotted by the eldest daughter Xiao Yatong and trained as a driver. After the fall of Jinan, a Japanese military officer attempted to humiliate Xiao Yatong and was beaten to death by Gao Han. He fled in order not to implicate the Xiao family.
After arriving in Jinan, he gathered some fleeing people and went to Peach Blossom Mountain.
There was originally a small village of seven or eight households on Taohua Mountain. After the Japanese came, they massacred a nearby village and all the people on the mountain ran away. After Gao Han and others went up the mountain, they simply renovated it and turned it into a cottage.
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There were 26 bandits on Peach Blossom Mountain, including Gao Han, and among them were two women who were responsible for cooking and washing. They had a variety of tools, including three old sleeves, four blunderbuss, and several broadswords and spears.
The Hanyang-made gun that Gao Han just used is the treasure of Taohuashan. It has a total of 54 bullets. Gao Han just shot out 5 of them, which is a great luxury and waste.
Chapter completed!