Los Angeles defector

Search team

As the day finally dawned, everyone in Song Village had stayed up all night.

It wasn't until the village started buzzing with noise that the old woman and the child cautiously opened the door that had been kicked in the night before.

They discovered four large bags of food neatly placed by the door, which filled them with joy.

The child ran outside to the main gate and saw the villagers heading towards the wealthy household, or carrying food on their backs as they emerged from the now vanished gate, their faces filled with joy and excitement.

It seemed that sometimes, experiencing a bandit raid wasn't necessarily a bad thing.

Jason and the others had already been trekking through the mountains.

Last night, they entered the wealthy household, took all the salt and food in the kitchen, opened the granary, and filled long cloth bags with dozens of pounds of grain on their backs.

They found over twenty rounds of ammunition for an M1911 on Simon Bright's body, along with fifteen dollars.

They then left Song Village in the dead of night, found a sheltered spot in an open valley to sleep for a while, and set off towards the north as soon as day broke.

Robert Wealthy, laden with grain, was still not satisfied.

In the wealthy household's backyard, he even managed to catch two chickens, tied them with a rope around his waist, and contemplated changing his clothes.

However, all the clothes were too small for him to wear, so he had to abandon that idea.

He still didn't leave Jason and the other two, as he, like Jason, didn't know where to go or what to do.

Without any aspirations, just living day by day, they didn't object to sticking with the resistance army.

The Czech light machine g*n now rested on Jason's shoulder.

Unlike in the past, Jason was truly unwilling to let go of this machine g*n.

One, out of fondness, and two, for survival—the purpose had changed.

After a thorough inspection, Jason realized that the bandits had hardly used this machine g*n at all.

Despite its worn appearance due to lack of maintenance, the barrel and mechanism showed minimal wear and tear.

Old on the outside but new on the inside, Jason was satisfied, extremely satisfied.

Carrying it on his shoulder, he didn't find it heavy at all; on the contrary, it felt lighter and more nimble than having empty hands.

Emily closely followed behind Jason, constantly fiddling with the M1911 in her hand.

She didn't want this g*n at all; it was Jason who insisted she take it because Emily always believed the 'Broomhandle' was the best.

The M1911 looked too ugly, with a thick handle that was hard for her small hands to grip; she had to use both hands to hold it.

The magazine could only hold seven bullets, which was too few, and it couldn't shoot far, only reaching about seventy to eighty steps.

Jason encountered this g*n during his time at the military academy, and Americans refer to it as the 'Colt 1911.

' It's rare, which makes finding bullets for it difficult, its only drawback.

However, this g*n is excellent—durable and reliable.

With its .

45 caliber, it's truly a lethal weapon, capable of swiftly ending a life with just one shot.

In close combat, this is probably the most powerful handgun.

Giving it to the young girl was a precautionary measure, ensuring that she could protect herself in critical moments when Jason might not be able to look out for her.

Martin had always been hesitant about the idea of targeting the rich, but out of trust and respect for Jason, he wholeheartedly participated and had no regrets.

Despite the fact that they blew up the mansion's gate and ended up killing a guard, the impoverished villagers now had food.

In this season, food meant survival, making it all worthwhile.

At the time, Jason distributed fifteen dollars: Robert Wealthy received four dollars, Emily four dollars, Martin four dollars, and Jason kept three dollars.

Holding onto his four dollars, Martin was already planning to buy a notebook, a pen, and learn to read.

As noon approached, the sun hung high in the sky as a group moved from north to south along a small path in the valley.

The group consisted of two types of attire: a vampire squad leading the way, with a detachment of soldiers following behind, euphemistically called the 'search team,' but in reality, they were just a squad tasked with seizing food supplies.

Recently, the vampires have been conducting a thorough sweep in the mountains, facing significant logistical pressure, and dispatching numerous search teams to gather food supplies.

These search teams are lightly equipped, abandoning machine guns and grenade launchers, opting instead to carry several sacks for convenience.

Some soldiers mentioned that there is a village named Song's Village to the south along this route, so this search team came by on their way.

The mountains in this area are barren, so to be able to adapt to any situation, Jason instructed the four individuals to leave the valley path and walk along the side of the mountain ridge, with Martin, the quick-witted one with fast legs, leading the way far ahead to scout.

As they were about to exit the northern end of the valley, Martin hurriedly ran back.

"Bro, there are vampires up ahead.

About forty to fifty of them, heading towards the southern end.

" "It's okay, we can just hide on the other side of the mountain and wait for them to pass.

Let's go check the situation first," Jason reassured the three individuals beside him, calming their nerves, and led them to run towards the nearby hill.

Lying on the top of the hill for a while, as the approaching team drew closer, they could finally make out some details.

Leading the way were fourteen vampires, followed closely by thirty-two collaborationist troops, all armed with light weapons.

It seemed like each soldier was carrying a sack on their body.

Jason had been in many battles, but he couldn't quite figure out the purpose and origin of the vampire team in front of them.

Robert Wealthy, on the other hand, watched for a while and understood.

He spoke up, "Hey, this is a search party.

I've seen them around Black Wind Mountain several times.

Don't worry, we'll just hide here and wait for them to pass.

" Martin blurted out, "A search party? What are they doing?""What are they doing? They're here to steal food, can't you see those collaborationist troops carrying sacks? Those are for storing food.

Look at their formation, they must be heading to Song Family Village.

" Martin's eyes widened in shock, "What? Stealing food? We just helped the Song Family Village open a wealthy household's grain warehouse, and now we're going to let the vampires take advantage of it?" He then turned to Jason, "Bro, we can't let our good deed go to waste.

You need to come up with a plan quickly!" Emily chimed in, "Yes, we can't let them take advantage.

" Before Jason could speak, Robert Wealthy spoke up, "This silly girl lacks common sense.

Martin, are you also lacking common sense? Count your fingers and then look at how many of them there are.

Do you not value your life?" Martin was taken aback by Robert Wealthy's words but still persisted, "They may have numbers, but don't we have a machine g*n now? Even if we can't beat them, we should at least make them suffer a bit, right?" Robert Wealthy smirked, "A machine g*n? Just two magazines of bullets.

How many can we take down with that? Then we'll have to run for our lives.

Do you understand? You better wise up, kid.

" Martin was left speechless, and Emily shot Robert Wealthy a glare, "Mule, you're just a coward.

The resistance army isn't afraid of this.

Worst-case scenario, I'll.

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" Robert Wealthy raised a hand towards Emily, "Alright, alright, you're just a troublemaking fairy.

You're tough, aren't you.

" Jason had been wrestling with his thoughts.

Sure, sneaking past would be the safest option, but ever since he joined the army, the first act of robbing the rich to help the poor might turn into robbing the rich to feed the vampires.

It was a headache-inducing situation, but his years of war experience had not robbed him of his rationality.

He sighed as he gripped the machine g*n in his hand, "We can't engage.

We have too few bullets, we can't suppress them.

Once they get a hold of us, this bare mountain with no cover around, we'll find it hard to escape again.

" Jason's words carried weight and reason, leaving Martin speechless.

Robert Wealthy immediately chimed in, "Did you hear that? The boss is speaking sense.

Let's get out of here quickly, that's the right thing to do.

" Emily, initially thrilled about her first "robbing the rich" operation, now feeling frustrated as it seemed to be falling apart, glared at Robert Wealthy, gritted her teeth, and said to Jason, "Fox, I still have bullets here.

Do you think it's enough to fight with?" After speaking, Emily opened the messenger bag she always carried with her, pulled out a canvas pouch, and laid it open on the ground.

Well, well, this little girl really had some goods! Jason and the others stood there in astonishment.

The open canvas pouch was filled with all sorts of bullets, glistening in the sunlight with a copper sheen.

Jason had long suspected that the little girl had some hidden stash in her bag, but he hadn't expected her to be willing to bring it out at this moment.

Looking into Emily's pleading eyes, her braids stubbornly swaying in the mountain breeze, he surprisingly felt an urge to fulfill her hope.

Reaching out to pat Emily's head, Jason said, "Girl, pick out all the Type 792 rifle bullets.

"Upon hearing Jason's words, does this mean he agreed to fight? Not only Emily but even Martin suddenly became excited and immediately came over to help pick out the bullets.

Robert Wealthy's eyelids drooped, thinking to himself, "Even if she's your own daughter, it shouldn't be this ridiculous.

" Oh no, this is bad.

Should I find an excuse to hide first? Carrying so much food on my back, and even having two chickens with me, looking at all this barren yellow earth around, where the hell can I hide?