Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit

Lu Yang approached.

Seeing Mo Shangyun's movements, he couldn't help but wonder: "Don't you bring it?"

Anyway, it is also a good weapon. If you disassemble it and put it in your backpack, you can use it at any time.

What's more, Lu Yang glanced at his backpack—there were not many things and he could put it down completely.

"Not needed."

Mo Shangyun stepped back a few steps, observed the angle, and if he couldn't find it without looking carefully, he clapped his hands with confidence.

She can't use it, but she doesn't want this weapon to be picked up by anyone.

Lu Yang was a little unclear, so he reminded: "Miao Lun is a sniper."

"Huh." Put your hand in your trouser pocket and Mo Shangyun turned your head to look at him with a smile, "But I'm not a sniper."

"That's a sniper rifle."

"But I didn't want to fight with him." Mo Shangyun moved his wrist and clenched his right hand into a fist, laughing, "I'm better at fighting at close range."

"..."

Lu Yang seemed to understand.

In his combat philosophy, the way to deal with a sniper is either another sniper or shells exploding, but the latter is impossible for the two of them, so the subconscious thought it was the first...

However, Mo Shangyun didn't seem to want to fight with each other, but instead, when the other party didn't respond, he would do it directly?

With such a thought, Lu Yang could roughly understand.

"Commander Mo..."

Mo Shangjun interrupted him, "Just call me Mo Shangyun."

"Ink on..."

Lu Yang opened his mouth and yelled out two words, but when he glanced at Mo Shangyun's eyes, he could not speak for a moment.

He bowed his head apologetically.

Knowing that Mo Shangjun was an officer, he was used to the rank system of the army, and it was difficult for him to call him by his name.

"Then call it casually." Mo Shangyun said indifferently.

Lu Yang blinked and thought for a moment, but did not come up with a suitable title.

"What did you just want to say?" Mo Shangyun reminded helplessly.

Lu Yang recovered and asked, "Do you want to dive directly into the shotgun?"

"Ok."

Nodded, Lu Yang said: "Then I will describe to you the characteristics of Miao Lun."

"Good." Mo Shangyun chuckled, "Thank you."

"It's okay." Lu Yang looked up at the sky and then said, "Go out here first."

Mo Shangyun nodded and followed.

The terrain is familiar, but the road here is not smooth, the winding roads are all downhill, and the terrain is complex and dangerous. Unless both of them have some experience in various wild environments, I am afraid that they can Rolled down the steep **** several times.

But, even so, when the two came to the flat ground, there was some skin trauma on their bodies, and their bodies were covered with dust and mud.

"This way."

Patting the soil on his body, Lu Yang beckoned to Mo Yun.

Mo Shangyun quickly followed.

Turning left and right with the landing ocean, when Mo Shangyun could hardly remember the route, he finally saw houses and buildings that belonged to human beings.

This is a small mountain village, the scenery is pretty good, at least better than expected,

Lu Yang led Mo Shangyun around the mountain village for a while, walking around in the field, and finally came to a wooden house.

Mo Shangyun looked at the dilapidated wooden house a few times, and saw a middle-aged woman in her 40s and 50s walking out of it. When she saw Lu Yang, she spoke to Lu Yang in local language, and Lu Yang returned to her in fluent language. .

Mo Shangyun saw that Lu Yang pointed at himself, and then took out some local paper money for middle-aged women. The middle-aged women took the money happily and left.

Lu Yang turned around and smiled at Mo Jun: "It's done."

"Can you teach a few local words?" Mo Shangyun leaned his head and asked a little helplessly.

This kind of feeling of seeing other people's quizzes and replies as if they were ignorant of themselves has not happened to Mo Shangjun a few times.

Just before, she thought that if she could go back alive, a very important thing is probably to learn a few more useful languages.

"Ah, yes."

Lu Yang nodded.

Mo Shangyun shrugged.

The two entered the cabin.

It's still neat and clean inside. The living room when entering the house is the bedroom. Turning left is the bedroom. There are two rooms. There is a wooden bed in the bedroom. It is short and narrow, but sleeping alone is not a problem.

"You rest here, and you will talk about other things after you wake up." Lu Yang stood at the door of the bedroom and explained to Mo Shangyun.

Approaching the bedroom, Mo Shangjun took the backpack off and asked Lu Yang, "What about you?"

"I'm just outside." Lu Yangdao said.

"Row."

Mo Shangyun echoed.

Without continuing to communicate, Mo Shangyun raised his hand and raised his eyebrows, and walked to the little wooden bed, sat up, and lay down.

Although the possibility of an accident in this place is very low, Mo Shangyun is still not prepared to take off shoes, socks and clothes. After all, excessive relaxation is easy to reduce alertness. She is more inclined to maintain tension at any time than to rest after relaxation.

*

Mo Shangyun slept for three hours.

Just after 12 o'clock, Mo Shangyun opened his eyes.

There is a small window in the room without curtains. The wind is bright today and the sun is shining. From noon, the outside light is dazzling, and even the room is well lit and very bright.

In such an environment, it is basically impossible to fall asleep after opening your eyes.

Mo Shangjun got up from the bed and planned to go out to see Lu Yang.

As it happened, as soon as I reached the door, I saw Lu Yang who came in from the outside.

He has two bowls in his hands... wontons.

"Woke up?"

Seeing Mo Shangyun at the door of the station bedroom, Lu Yang immediately smiled at Mo Shangyun, the smile on the corner of his eyes was warm, and he looked straight.

Soon, Lu Yang placed the ravioli on a very small table.

There are also two small stools beside the dining table, so that they can sit and eat.

"Where did you come?" Mo Shangjun's eyes fell on the steaming wonton.

"The owner of this house did it," Lu Yang put the dumplings away, stood up, and smiled at the ink. "Free."

"Earned." Mo Shangyun looked at him teasingly.

Lu Yang then put his smile back.

Mo Shangyun was not in a hurry to eat, went to find the mouthwash in the bag, and then simply cleaned it before returning to the house.

Lu Yang didn't know where to get some seasonings, such as vinegar, chili, and sauerkraut, but he didn't put it in the bowl. He should wait for Mo Shangjun to adjust it to his own taste.

"when to departure?"

Sitting across from Lu Yang, Mo Shangyun asked Lu Yang.

She picked up the chopsticks and put some chili peppers in the bowl.

Lu Yangdao: "Two o'clock in the afternoon."

"Is there any place where weapons can be used?" Mo Shangyun asked after eating a wonton.

"Yes, yes, but..."

"Ok?"

Mo Shangyun gave him a puzzled look.

After thinking about it, Lu Yangdao said: "The price is not very cost-effective, and the quality is far from the troops."

"Oh." Mo Shangyun nodded, understanding, "That's fine."

In this case, go grab it for free.

Under normal circumstances, Mo Shangyun doesn't like to make losses.

"how does it taste?"

"well."

I ate a wonton again, and Mo Shangyun gave me a face evaluation.

From the afternoon to the present, I ate a bowl of noodles made by "Mama" and a pack of compressed biscuits. If the ravioli placed in front of her is like the bowl of noodles last night, she can also be happy. I ate it.

Lu Yang smiled.

The two of them talked while eating, and Lu Yang called Mo Shangjun a few local words. Mo Shangjun was a bit of a linguistic talent, and it was very neat to say it several times. Even the tone of voice could be imitated the same.

In this regard, Lu Yang can only express admiration.

Talking and chatting, it turned to two o'clock in the afternoon, Mo Shangjun and Lu Yang got up and packed up, and then started together.

When he went out, he met the middle-aged aunt, and the other party smiled goodbye to Mo Shangyun and Lu Yang with a smile.

...

The weather here is different from Ancheng. Even in November, the temperature is still over thirty degrees.

Without any means of transportation, Mo Shangjun and Lu Yang left with two legs.

Fortunately, they didn't need to hurry, so the two developed detailed strategies on the road.

The purpose of both parties is very clear. Lu Yang is heading for the big master, Mo Shangjun is heading for Miao Lun. The two of them will be dispersed after they dive in, and the two do not have any communication equipment, so make them in advance. Planning is necessary.

Because they do not understand the environment of the shotgun base, their plan is also very simple. The focus of the discussion later is to introduce the composition of the shotgun by Lu Yang and Mo Shangjun.

After spending half a year in a shotgun, He Shui never restricted Lu Yang’s movements, so Lu Yang knew the shotgun organization very well. Even their usual dark whistle had a few people, who liked hiding places, and even who was generally arranged to carry out. , Lu Yang is very clear.

At this time, even if Lu Yang revealed such a little news, it would be possible to reduce the mortality rate of Mo Shangjun during the operation.

Therefore, Mo Shangyun listened very carefully throughout the process, and incidentally formulated several action plans in his heart, and then conducted screening and detailed planning after exploration.

*

Night fell.

As Lu Yang said, before dark, the two reached the shotgun stronghold.

This stronghold is near the town, not a prosperous area, but it is not a deserted place. There are a few families around, but maybe they all know that there are people who are not easy to provoke near the stronghold, so they can’t find it near the stronghold. To the pedestrian trail.

As soon as it was dark, there was no one to see.

Mo Shangjun and Lu Yang first found the hidden point, then after avoiding the line of sight of the guards at the gate, they observed the situation of the stronghold with a telescope.

Lu Yang observed and told that Mo Shangyun was sitting on the ground, using a pen to draw a rough image of the building on the paper.

Although there are certain painting skills, and painting according to the description is not a problem, but Mo Shangyun is always unspeakable and depressed about such preparations that waste manpower and resources.

Aftermath of long-term dependence on high-tech equipment.

——Mo Shangjun silently concluded in his heart.

In this way, the two tossed for several hours to figure out the exit of this building, where the clear and dark whistle were, plus some observable firepower deployment.

Fortunately, although the two men do not have any weapons in hand, the other party will not be so flooded with heavy weapons that the danger is greatly reduced.