Chapter 179: He Yuzhu Did Not Complete the Mission

The Box Cannon in He Yuzhu's hand spat tongues of fire once more, da! Da-da—

Brass bullet shells jumped from the chamber one after another, landing on the ground with a clatter.

Those enemies lying prone were hit one by one.

In the blink of an eye, there wasn't a single one left breathing.

He Yuzhu had been waiting for Feng Qingbo to fire the first shot so he could return fire based on the position, but the small grove was strangely quiet.

He took out his Telescope and slowly scanned every tree, yet he could not see a shadow.

One minute, two minutes... time slowly ticked away.

This old fox is either truly capable of holding back, or he's run off! He Yuzhu muttered to himself.

After waiting for a full fifteen minutes, he was getting annoyed, but there was still no movement in the woods.

He Yuzhu finally understood: that man had greased his heels—he'd run away.

At this moment, the shaken passengers on the train began to disembark one after another, carrying large and small bags, and ran in a panic along the tracks toward Si Jiu Cheng.

That grandson must have slipped away by blending into the crowd. He Yuzhu quickly withdrew from the battlefield, took off his military uniform, changed into his own cotton-padded jacket and trousers, and quietly blended into the flow of people to leave.

It was dawn by the time he returned to the Siheyuan; he was truly exhausted and fell asleep the moment his head hit the pillow.

The next morning, he got up early, went out to find a place where he could make a call, and phoned Liu Rusi.

Liu Rusi was hesitant to speak on the phone, clearly being wiretapped, so the two agreed on a place to meet.

At the Qianmen Tea House, an old gentleman was on stage telling the story of "Great Havoc at the Qin Prime Minister's Mansion" from *The Legend of Ji Gong*.

It was so vivid and descriptive that even He Yuzhu, a modern man, was drawn into the plot.

The two people who entered did not attract the attention of the other guests.

The person walking in front wore an ordinary black cotton-padded jacket and a large cotton hat that covered their eyes; they were under 1.7 meters tall with a very pale face. Behind them followed a person in a cotton-padded jacket and trousers with a rather ordinary appearance.

He Yuzhu recognized them as Liu Rusi and Pingping at a glance and waved vigorously at them.

As soon as Liu Rusi sat down, she leaned close to He Yuzhu's ear and whispered, "Is my foster father alright?"

"He's been rescued. When do you want him? I'll send him over to you."

"Su Qing is about to return to the United States, so I want him to board the ship and be taken to the United States."

"Aren't you afraid he won't be willing to stay there and will come back to take revenge on you?"

"What else can I do? I can't just kill him, can I?" Liu Rusi spread her hands, her tone helpless.

"If all else fails, once he's in the United States, put him under house arrest! Lock him up for two years before letting him out."

"Why two years?"

"By then, most of the Party and State's territory will be gone. Even if he comes back, where would there be any official position for him?"

"How do you know half the country will be lost?" Liu Rusi stared at He Yuzhu and asked.

"Big sister, why are we going to the United States to open a company? It's because we don't have faith in the Bald Party."

Liu Rusi did not continue to press him and instead asked about something else: "How did you handle those people who carried out the assassination?"

"You want to ask about the leader, right? He's dead; I blew his head off with one shot." He Yuzhu lied without changing his expression.

"You promised me you'd spare his life!" A flash of anger crossed Liu Rusi's eyes.

"Look at how heartbroken you are. To tell you the truth, the leader didn't die. He didn't care about his brothers' lives and ran faster than a rabbit!" He Yuzhu mocked.

Upon hearing this, Liu Rusi showed a hint of joy, then shook her head: "Let him be! I won't use him again in the future!"

"Why are you dressed like this today? Is someone following you?"

"It's my father. He actually saw through my plan a long time ago. He... he arranged three moles beside my foster father..."

"Your father is truly a hero of his generation!"

Liu Rusi shook her head, "He only cares about himself!" "When I heard about my father's arrangements this time, I thought your chances of rescuing my foster father were zero. I didn't expect you to give me such a surprise!"

"I was just lucky. When I found the demolition point, it was already too late to deal with those dozen or so people, so I had to choose to get on the train to save him."

"You don't know how agonizing it was for me at home yesterday... No matter how my foster father treats others, he is truly good to me! Zhuzi, I didn't misjudge you; you've won a round back for me."

"Has your father taken back all the power?" He Yuzhu asked.

"Somewhat. He has already sent people to monitor me! You should go hide for a few days too, so you don't get implicated by me. Su Qing's ship sets sail on January 10th; just come back by then."

"Alright. Then I'll be off first, so I don't get spotted!" He Yuzhu immediately left the tea house.

In the afternoon, he bought three hundred roast ducks from several roast duck shops and put them into his space, preparing to bring them to He Daqing to help him establish his prestige in the troops.

Early the next morning, He Yuzhu drove straight to the Genjudi.

He found a small mountain hollow near the troops, took twenty thousand Rifles and two million rounds of ammunition out of his space, and drove back and forth to press many tire tracks into the ground, creating the illusion that many vehicles had transported them.

When he arrived at the village, Regimental Commander Yang had already returned to the unit, and the two regiments of the Shanxi Independent Division were also resting at the station.

Although they had won the battle, they had sacrificed many soldiers, and the atmosphere in the village felt very oppressive. White mourning banners hung in front of many villagers' houses. Crying could be heard from the courtyards from time to time.

As He Yuzhu walked into the Regimental Headquarters gate, he saw Hongying writing materials.

"Zhuzi! You said you'd treat me to roast duck; when will you make good on that?" Hongying stood up, took his hand, and asked.

"Sister Hongying, I haven't forgotten what I said; I'll make good on it tonight. I brought three hundred roast ducks; let my father roast them again so the brothers can all have a taste!"

"That's great! Everyone is in for a treat!"

When He Daqing heard that He Yuzhu had returned, he brought He Yushui over.

The little girl wanted to be lifted high the moment she saw her brother and asked for candy as soon as she was put down; He Yuzhu took candy out of his backpack for her.

Once she had the candy, she didn't stay at the Regimental Headquarters and ran off to find her little friends to play.

When He Yuzhu told everyone that he had brought twenty thousand Rifles and two million rounds of ammunition, Regimental Commander Yang slapped the table and said, "That's great! The higher-ups have been urging us. Comrade Hongying, assemble the troops immediately!"

Before long, the main force marched out in a grand, sweeping manner, just as if they were going to war.

It took the men of the three regiments half a day to transport all the munitions back to the village.

Hongying picked up an M1 Garand semi-automatic Rifle and stroked it, "If our regiment had 3,000 guns like this, I wouldn't be afraid of anyone!"

Night fell, and three hundred roasted ducks were heated in batches, their enticing aroma permeating the entire camp.

The soldiers sat in circles around the campfires, sharing the fragrant roasted ducks, with laughter and cheers rising one after another.

At the same time, Hu Yunbin and his party of four, after more than ten days of arduous trekking, finally entered the territory of Lantian County, Shaanxi.

To avoid leaking any news, they did not enter the village, but instead found a natural Cave under a leeward cliff to settle down.

The tomb they were to plunder this time was that of a Qin Dynasty noble; it was said that inside there were not only a large number of bronze ritual vessels, but also well-preserved bronze swords.

Before dawn, the four of them carried their heavy grave-robbing tools and crept silently to their destination.

They stood at the foot of the mountain, looking at the surrounding environment, and saw two mountain ranges facing each other from east to west; the east mountain was gentle, while the Xishan was steep, like two arms embracing the small village at the foot of the mountain.

On the slope of the east mountain, dense clusters of grave mounds appeared and disappeared in the morning mist.