Everyone accelerated their pace. The yurt was about one thousand meters away from them. When they were approaching one hundred or two hundred meters, there were already a few barkings from the yurts, and then three or four dog barkings immediately rang in the open wilderness.

Then they saw that there seemed to be lights in the yurt.

"Don't move everyone, let's go there." Gong Jian immediately spoke to the others.

"yes!"

The others stood there honestly, while Gong Jian and the others walked towards the yurt. They were still one or two hundred meters away from there.

When Gong Jian and the others walked forward dozens of meters, they could see two or three people coming out of the yurt. They were holding flashlights, and several flashlight columns were extremely conspicuous in the wilderness.

"Who!" The fellow villager over there let out a roar with dialect.

"Membersman, we are the People's Liberation Army!" Gong Jian immediately spoke loudly, and the distance between them was still dozens of meters.

"You guys come here first, we have a gun in our hands!" the fellow villager over there spoke loudly.

"Are there any guns?" Yang Rui immediately became alert and whispered.

"I'll go over, you guys are careful." Gong Jian also whispered. He didn't know why there were guns here, but it was best to be careful.

"I understand." Yang Rui and the other three quietly pulled the bolt just in case.

"My fellow villager, don't worry, we are not bad guys, I'll come here myself." Gong Jian shouted a few more times before continuing to move forward.

After Gong Jian walked twenty or thirty meters forward, the other party's flashlight could already see Gong Jian's outfit clearly. Gong Jian heard the person who had just called out and said in a strong dialect accent: "Abu! It's really the People's Liberation Army."

"Hurry up, put down the gun, it's really the People's Liberation Army." Another old voice patted another man. The man put down the long object in his hand and walked directly towards the place.

After walking in, Gong Jian took advantage of the moonlight today and the charging lantern in his hand, he saw clearly the other person's appearance. A typical Mongolian man was wearing a thick sheepskin coat and a Mongolian robe.

"Hello, fellow villagers, we are here for training training." Gong Jian said with a smile.

"Hello, comrades in the People's Liberation Army, sorry, we thought we were bad guys just now. After all, there is almost no people in this place except us." The person who spoke was an old man who looked over 60 years old.

"Are there other comrades in the distance? Come here quickly. You are still training in such a cold day. We have milk tea here! Hurry Baolige, go and start the fire!"

"Oh!" A young man in his twenties immediately turned around and rushed into the yurt.

"Come here!" Gong Jian saw that the other party was not afraid of them, so he waved his hand and signaled that everyone in the distance would come.

Soon everyone came over. There were five yurts here, but only one of them lived in them, five men.

"Membersman, I'll ask, why do you have guns here?" After both parties introduced, Gong Jian couldn't help but ask. He had seen clearly that the other party had an old five- and six-square-automatic rifle in his hand. This gun had been retired for many years in China.

He retired in 1980, and it has been 40 years since 80 years! You can imagine the age of this gun.

"Hahaha, Baolige shows the ID for the People's Liberation Army comrades." The old man laughed twice, then greeted him.

The young man immediately took out a document from himself and handed it over. Gong Jian and the others took it over and opened it with curiosity. This was a proof document.

This young man belongs to the reserve service, and the proof documents were issued by the armed forces in Alxa. The reason why he can carry a gun is because poaching is often here, and there have been many painful cases of herders being hurt or even killed by poachers.

That's why they are equipped with guns, but there are only 10 bullets, and the bullets have strict usage conditions, so they must be reported no matter how they are used.

After reading this, Gong Jian understood that indeed, in such a place, birds do not poop. Sometimes there are only one or two herdsmen in a radius of dozens of miles. When they encounter poaching, those guys have homemade earth guns and the like.

After returning the proof documents to the other party, Gong Jian gave the other party a thumbs up and said, "My fellow villager, you are a good person, you are just to fight bravely against these evil forces."

"Hahaha, it's been so much better these years. In the first ten or twenty years, that's the serious. Now with your People's Liberation Army and the police's crackdown, there are fewer and fewer poaching people. We haven't seen it for several years, but I have heard of it." The old herder said with a hearty smile.

"By the way, look at these soldiers so cold that we can't live here [Zerolingshu.com] There are so many people, only five yurts, you just squeeze them, I'll let Baolige and others make a fire for you."

"Then... thank you uncle. We really need a rest. We have been walking in this wilderness for three days." Gong Jian looked at the people behind him. They had to rest because they didn't even pick up much burning wood today.

"You're welcome, you're welcome, ought, we have the jerky beef here! There are also hand-held meat. There are many people, so I'll kill a few sheep for you." The old herder directly pulled out the knives he carried on his waist.

"No, uncle, it's not possible. Our army has discipline and cannot eat your food. We brought the food ourselves. We are very grateful for your stay. In addition, you have to use your pot."

"This is not possible. Our Mongolians are a hospitable nation. When guests come, they must have good wine and meat. What's more, you are the comrades of the People's Liberation Army who keep us safe!" The old herdsman immediately looked stern and spoke seriously.

Gong Jian smiled bitterly, "Uncle, we really can't eat it. If you kill this sheep, we will have to take off our military uniform tomorrow because we have made serious mistakes. You don't want us to make mistakes."

When Gong Jian said this, the old herder immediately felt a little confused on his face. He hesitated and said, "Then...you eat some beef jerky?! By the way, we still have milk tea here, so drink some milk tea."

"Uncle, we are really grateful. We all have food and drink. Your son is a reserve. You should know that the troops are disciplined. If you want this, we have to leave."

"Okay, okay, then don't eat it, I'll make a fire for you!" the old herder quickly waved his hand.
Chapter completed!