Chapter 453: Losing Face is Better Than Losing Life

The 7 people who stole the jackal carcass and fish were all within Wang An's line of sight.

Therefore, Wang An concluded that the person who ambushed him must be another group or another batch of these people.

Just as Wang An's head took a hit and he felt a bit muddled, Wang An felt several more hits on his back and thighs immediately.

Wang An knew clearly in his heart that he had been ambushed, and the ones ambushing him weren't one person, but multiple people.

The main thing was that if one person was swinging a stick, there wouldn't be such a fast frequency.

But knowing it was useless; fighting is most feared when you are ambushed and fall to the ground, especially in a one-versus-many situation.

Because as long as you fall to the ground, you won't be able to get up at all. Under the suppression of a group of people, there really isn't any chance to stand up.

Maybe some people don't understand and think that as long as you endure it, you can stand up. You must never have this thought.

First, you can't endure it at all; even if the other side doesn't use tools and just uses simple fists and kicks, you can't endure it.

Second, even if the other side doesn't beat you and just pushes you, you can't stand up because you can't find your center of gravity.

Finally, even if you barely stand up, you will soon fall down because you are being besieged from all directions. With your own strength, how can you resist?

Fortunately, Wang An was wearing a hunting outfit, his head had a cotton hat, his upper body had a cotton coat plus a small cotton jacket, his lower body had thick cotton pants, and his feet had thick roe deer skin boots.

Overall, Wang An was wearing relatively thick clothes.

Although he was wearing thick clothes, the pain was also quite severe; the main thing was that the tools in the other side's hands didn't look like sticks, but rather like pickaxe handles.

A pickaxe handle is thicker than a stick, and the shape is flat, so hitting someone with it has much stronger penetrating power than a stick.

Wang An knew that at this time, don't think about getting up; just lie down properly and take the beating.

However, at this time, you must protect your head; even wearing a cotton hat isn't safe.

So, Wang An crawled forward, his head burrowed under someone's crotch, and then his arms locked onto the person's two legs, hiding his head under the person's crotch.

He just left his whole body exposed, letting people swing the pickaxe handles and beat him at will.

To tell the truth, at this moment, Wang An's actions were subconscious and habitual.

Because after years of fighting, Wang An knew very well how to protect himself.

With this posture, although it was truly losing face, it had to be said that this was the simplest, most effective, and best method Wang An had summarized through hundreds of battles for protecting his head.

In Wang An's view, losing face was still better than losing his life.

Although Wang An was taking a beating, he was rejoicing in his heart, rejoicing that although it was already spring, the temperature was still very low.

Because only when the temperature is low do people wear cotton hats and cotton pants.

If this were summer, he wasn't wearing a cotton hat, the other side wasn't wearing cotton pants, and he had burrowed his head into someone's crotch—oh my god, how smelly would that be! Finally, just as Wang An was secretly rejoicing and lost in thought, the other side finally got tired of beating him!

How many hits he had taken in total, Wang An didn't know; the main thing was that there were too many, and he couldn't count them at all.

But Wang An knew that it was time for him to counterattack.

Fighting is quite tiring, and it can be said to be countless times more tiring than working, while beating someone unilaterally is even more tiring than fighting.

Because this is a serious violent output, and it's a violent output in a very short time.

Wang An believed that the other side definitely didn't have as much fighting experience as he did, meaning that when the other side was swinging the pickaxe handles to beat him, they definitely didn't think about saving two points of strength. So, just as Wang An endured the pain all over his body and crawled out from the person's crotch, he saw that there were 5 people around him beating him.

Among them, one was slightly older and should be the leader of this group.

And the kid who used his crotch to protect Wang An's head was still covering his eyes and howling.

If he wasn't mistaken, one of Wang An's whips just now had lashed onto this kid's eye.

In other words, this kid's eye might not be able to open for a short time; whether it would be blind or not was uncertain.

But at this moment, Wang An wouldn't care about these problems, because his whole back, including his buttocks and the back of his legs, could be said to be painful everywhere—very painful.

The most important thing was that Wang An was about to start his counterattack!

Wang An directly took out his large 54, loaded it, and pointed it at the 5 people who were panting.

Seeing the gun in Wang An's hand, these 5 people were immediately stunned, instinctively retreating backward.

And Wang An discovered this scene, bared his teeth and glared, scanning them one by one, and these 5 people immediately didn't dare to move.

Wang An, while pointing the gun at these 5 people, squatted down and picked up the horse whip that had been dropped on the ground just now.

But this squatting was no small matter; Wang An almost sat on the ground and couldn't get up. The back of his whole thigh, including his calf and buttocks, was truly painfully piercing! Wang An endured the pain, gritted his teeth, and stood up, but the anger in his heart also went straight to the top of his head.

To tell the truth, if this weren't in the county seat, if this weren't at the entrance of the supply and marketing cooperative, Wang An would have sent them to see Buddha with one shot each long ago.

Yet, at this moment, Wang An truly didn't dare to pull the trigger and kill these few bastards.

In this era, fighting is fine; using pickaxe handles or whips to fight is also fine, but if you use a gun, the matter becomes big.

Even if Wang An is a militia member, it won't work.

Speaking of militia, at this time, not only is Wang An a militia member, but Mu Xueli and Wang Li are also militia members.

But the profession of militia member has neither documents nor written proof; it's just registered and filed in a certain unit.

So, even if you say you are a militia member, others might not believe it, because you can't prove you are.

And Zhang Shuya only mentioned it to Wang An casually when they were chatting during the tiger hunting.

The scene at that time was: Zhang Shuya said: "Xiao An, the three of you are already militia members now; I've handled it for all of you."

After Zhang Shuya finished speaking, there was no further action.

Because Wang An didn't understand at the time, he subconsciously asked: "Big sister, what about the certificate? The militia certificate?"

Zhang Shuya was very confused at the time and asked: "Certificate? What certificate? Where would there be a certificate?"

Wang An was confused, drew a small square in the air with his index fingers, and said: "Just a small booklet, isn't there one?"

But Wang An's question was met with the laughter of Zhang Shuya and the six people of Wu Dong.

After these six people laughed enough, Wu Dong explained it to Wang An.

The approximate meaning after the explanation was: Militia members don't have small booklets, don't have certificates, and don't have written documents. If you don't mention you are a militia member, no one knows; if you say you are, still no one knows.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 454 =====