Chapter 78: Unease

Lashu.

Jiang Anguo led his party to a stall, where various wild animals were displayed; in later times, even the cheapest would cost at least three years to start, truly limitless.

It's not that he hadn't tried deer meat—he had eaten sika deer before—but seeing something novel, Jiang Anguo thought of buying it to try.

In Lashu, one can pay not only with Myanmar currency, US Dollars, or Yuan, but also French francs, though they are accepted less often.

"Brother, how much is this fawn?" Jiang Anguo still thought the other couldn't understand.

The man before him was in his thirties, slight in build, with a machete hanging at his waist and a bow on his back, and most interestingly, a monkey accompanied him.

From his ornaments and clothing, he must be a Myanmar native.

Unexpectedly, the other understood, replying, "Three Yuan, or one US Dollar."

Jiang Anguo, surprised the other could understand, asked, "Are you Chinese?"

The man nodded, and the nearby monkey chirped as well.

The monkey was actually quite endearing, with black fur and yellow cheeks—a Yellow-faced Monkey.

Jiang Anguo tried to touch it, but the monkey rebuffed him and snarled.

"Where are you from?" Jiang Anguo asked.

The man, a bit impatient, replied, "I'm from Guangxi, following a caravan to earn a living. That side was occupied by Japan, so I can't return for a while."

Seeing Jiang Anguo and his party in military uniforms, he clearly didn't want to engage.

Jiang Anguo nodded; Guangxi is some distance from Myanmar, even if one fled to Yunnan and then to Myanmar, it's still far.

Nevertheless, he didn't intend to give up; since the man was a hunter, he must know the local terrain. He had someone hand over the money and bought the fawn.

The deer wasn't large, probably under twenty jin; after removing organs, it might not even yield ten jin of meat—just fresh meat.

"Send someone to follow that hunter,"

After moving a short distance, Jiang Anguo said.

From his rear guard, two men were dispatched to trail the hunter from afar.

Soon they gathered information: the hunter's background was indeed unclear, but he had an elderly mother bedridden at home.

Jiang Anguo nodded, "See if we can bring him over, telling him we can treat his mother."

Jiang Anguo continued touring Lashu with his men; Lashu's population was about thirty to fifty thousand, an important city in northern Myanmar.

"Xiao Si," Jiang Anguo said.

"What is it, Young Master?" Xiao Si immediately set down what he was holding and ran over.

Jiang Anguo shook his head, saying, "Probably a misread, nothing."

Jiang Anguo felt unseen eyes constantly watching him; of course, they might not be on him—it could be his illusion.

Lately, many Myanmar civilians had appeared near his camp; they couldn't speak Chinese, and now they no longer speak at all.

Jiang Anguo ordered all these suspicious individuals to be secretly killed.

Fortunately, after killing them, Jiang Anguo earned over six hundred points, meaning he hadn't killed the wrong people—they were enemies.

He asked the system what would happen if ordinary civilians were killed.

Clearly, the system values lives: killing a civilian adds 1 point, while an enemy adds at least 20 points.

Thus, merely around the camp, he had already slain over thirty Myanmar spies.

Jiang Anguo wasn't cruel, killing at sight; these Myanmar spies were brought into the main camp, and after friendly questioning, it was confirmed they spoke only Myanmar language, not Chinese.

That being the case, he felt sorry and killed them outright.

Coincidentally, Jiang Anguo still didn't know how to use these freely earned points, but now he suddenly thought of something.

He could exchange points for spies: Junior Spy 20 points, Intermediate Spy 40, Senior Spy 60.

Jiang Anguo immediately exchanged for five spies, comprising two Myanmar spies and three Japanese spies.

Senior spies not only speak Myanmar and Japanese, but are proficient in many languages.

The Myanmar spies were easy to handle, but the Japanese spies—Jiang Anguo didn't know how to deploy them; they couldn't be directly inserted into South Myanmar units, as that would be inexplicably adding an extra person.

Fortunately, before he had exchanged the Japanese spies, he conceived a vile plan that required capturing a few Japanese prisoners; conveniently, he already had one—a Japanese captive, Kojima Ippei.

He was a bit far away, still detained over in Chanda.

Take it slow, no rush; in a few days, many Japanese will meet their end at his barrel.

He felt a hint of tension, a pressure, yet also a thrill—killing Japanese, no, killing beasts, thrilled him.

The hunter's identity was revealed: Huang Ping, thirty-two, unmarried, the only child, who fled to Yunnan with his elderly mother. He originally intended to scrape a living with a caravan, but with his mother, he came to Lashu, Myanmar, seeking medicine.

The medicine existed, but ordinary people like Huang Ping couldn't afford it, nor was it for civilians.

"Sir, from now on my life belongs to you." Huang Ping was a plain man who, carrying his mother, followed the caravan such a long way to reach Lashu.

Along the Dian-Mian Highway, many caravans were visible, handling transport of supplies.

"Hey, why do you want my life? Living well, can you use a gun?" Jiang Anguo asked.

Huang Ping nodded, then shook his head, "I used an old tube before, but after the gun broke, I couldn't use it."

Jiang Anguo asked this because he sensed Huang Ping wasn't simple; perhaps he could become a sniper.

"Xiao Si, give Huang Ping a gun, let him try," Jiang Anguo said.

Xiao Si took a standard Mauser K98k Rifle, loaded one bullet, and handed it to Huang Ping.

He didn't give many bullets, also because Huang Ping was still an unknown; Xiao Si considered safety, worrying about the Young Master's safety.

Huang Ping took the gun; though unfamiliar, he recognized it as a fine weapon, "Very good."

The bolt-action rifle, loading the cartridge was roughly straightforward; Huang Ping was still a bit unfamiliar, but after a few attempts, he got the hang of it.

"Sir, where should I fire?" Huang Ping turned and asked.

Jiang Anguo stood behind Huang Ping; if Huang made any small move, Jiang believed his own gun was faster.

"Just the oil barrel ahead, you see? Right, that's your round one." That barrel, in fact, had run out of fuel and was being used as a bathtub.

Huang Ping nodded, lifted his gun and took aim, bang.

The gunfire rang out, Jiang Anguo took up the telescope at his chest, looked toward the distance, "Good."

Through the telescope, the oil barrel had been shot through; water rushed down with a splashing sound, but it stopped quickly, reaching the water level line.