Trembling At A High Altitude

"Storm Ridge's special smoked goose leg, thick, salty, and tough — where was your mind wandering off to?"

Li Teng took out the food he had scavenged from a small shop last night and handed it to Liu Hui.

"..."

Seeing what Li Teng had brought out, Liu Hui was speechless.

He really wasn't lying.

"Only those with impure thoughts hear impurity in everything," Li Teng sighed.

"Get lost!"

"Is 'get lost' the only thing women know how to say?"

"..."

"Gentlemen use their words, not their hands; it's the small-minded and women who like to get physical."

"..."

"Keep it up, and I'm going to start climbing forcefully!"

After eating, when leaving, Li Teng scoured the outpost for weapons and ammunition.

However, after trying them out, he found that the weapons of the NPC soldiers at the sentry were very outdated.

They were old-fashioned muskets that had to be reloaded after each shot, which made reloading difficult, the initial bullet speed was limited, and while they had some killing power at close range, their accuracy and lethality decreased significantly with distance.

The bullets were large and heavy but not very powerful.

These muskets required several people taking turns firing to be effective.

For someone like Li Teng, fighting solo, they were nearly useless.

Unpalatable to eat, yet grudgingly missed when gone.

It was probably to prevent Li Teng from accumulating power in this manner.

There was also a signal gun and over a dozen signal flares at the post.

Li Teng asked Liu Hui to store away the signal gun and flares.

...

As dusk approached, the two arrived at a large outpost.

Calling it a large outpost meant a garrison of about twenty people.

They had built a wooden watchtower that spanned across the top of the entire passageway.

Li Teng and Liu Hui could have considered climbing the mountains on either side to bypass the watchtower, but that would waste a lot of time.

When the expendable Luo Bijiao walked past, most people in the sentry were having dinner.

There were five sentries on top of the watchtower.

Seeing Luo Bijiao approaching, the sentries hesitated, unsure whether to shoot this middle-aged woman or not.

The outpost leader below, having received a strict order, commanded the sentries above to shoot.

Because the bullets were weak and the range was short, to ensure that Luo Bijiao was killed, the five sentries on the watchtower fired simultaneously.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Luo Bijiao screamed and fell once again.

The soldiers watched Luo Bijiao fall while reloading their muskets.

Little did they know, a man as swift as the wind followed Luo Bijiao charging towards them.

This man was elusive and swift, wielding a pistol in each hand. Within seconds of Luo Bijiao's fall, he had approached close to the watchtower.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

He fired his twin guns in quick succession, five bullets each.

Before the five sentries above the watchtower could finish reloading their second bullet, they were all shot dead on the spot.

The sentries below, who were eating, became a mess, each scrambling to grab their weapons.

But the man was swift as the wind and his marksmanship eerily accurate; almost every soldier was shot in the head just as they got their hands on their guns.

Adding the initial five shots, a total of twenty gunshots rang out, and in less than half a minute, there wasn't a single living person left at the outpost.

Li Teng quickly ejected the two empty magazines, replaced them with new ones, and then made a round inside the outpost to confirm there were no survivors before calling Liu Hui over with the communicator.

"Your marksmanship is too unreal, isn't it? Firing both guns simultaneously, twenty people in less than half a minute, with over eighty percent headshots. Are you sure you're not cheating?" Liu Hui couldn't help but doubt Li Teng after witnessing this scene.

In the real world, shooting is much more difficult than in shooting games. If such results occurred in a game, it would be absolutely certain that cheating was involved.

"The clear ones clear themselves," Li Teng didn't feel like explaining; it was also not easy to explain.

A man who hadn't touched a woman until he was seventy-eight, a man who endured the loneliness and devoted over fifty years to mastering the craft of shooting, would be ashamed to call himself a gunslinger if he couldn't complete a challenge like the one he just had.

"How long have you been in Film and Television City?" Liu Hui asked Li Teng a question.

"About a month?" Li Teng wasn't quite sure of the time himself.

"Oh, so that means you practiced your shooting in the real world, right? Then why don't you go to the Olympics?" Liu Hui pointed out the contradiction in Li Teng's words.

"Film and Television City has a Time Bubble, sister," Li Teng rolled his eyes.

"Then how long did you spend in the Time Bubble?" Liu Hui looked skeptically at Li Teng's youthful face, then remembered his white hair and beard, and felt more and more that she had been defiled by an old man.

An old man who would seem too young even if she called him grandpa.

When she had the chance, she would definitely need to find out what the deal was with the skin in Film and Television City.

"Not that long, two years, and I spent both of those years practicing my shooting," Li Teng realized he had almost fallen into Liu Hui's trap. Why despise the elderly? Although I am old, my spirit is young! What's most important is that my climbing and wedging techniques are not old!

Isn't there a saying, "old but vigorous"?

And another saying, "an old steed in the stable", "the old man..." let's leave the latter part unsaid.

After searching, he found only useless scrap guns.

However, he did find another flare gun and a few flares.

Every place he passed, with Li Teng there, never had a chance to shoot off a flare.

He also found a map that simply outlined the distribution of zombies around the Black Dragon Association, likely to help their patrols avoid them.

Since he already had two flare guns, Li Teng just collected the flares.

"Although the flare gun is made of alloy tubing, has decent caliber pressure and range, it's trajectory isn't stable, and it lacks effective sighting devices. The ammunition is designed for creating loud sounds and illumination in the sky, with no real lethality. Why collect so many flares?" Liu Hui found Li Teng's fascination with flare guns odd.

"Perhaps it will come in handy, or maybe not. Better to carry it just in case," Li Teng said noncommittally.

It was too late now.

They might as well rest on the spot.

...

"We are about to enter an open area ahead, and the Black Dragon Association is at the center. The number of zombies in the vicinity is increasing again. The Black Dragon Association is located in this direction, and our final objective, Point B, is in this direction."

"An army camp with eighty soldiers should be about this size. There are mainly three routes we can choose to approach..."

As Li Teng spoke, he drew on the map, discussing and analyzing with Liu Hui.

"You decide. I'll follow you, just tell me what to do," Liu Hui said, her head swimming from looking at the map.

"Hmm, you could strip off your clothes and walk to the front of the military camp. The sight of your body will attract all the soldiers' attention, then I can take the opportunity..."

"Go to hell!"

"But you said I could tell you to do anything..."

"Go to hell!"