Chapter 32 Border Crossers - "In the beginning of the 1970s, I made a fortune by buying goods for zero yuan"

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Wang Jianxin didn't know what happened in Qili, and he didn't care.

He has now resumed his normal work - practicing in space, and then playing with the big cats, teasing the little foxes, herding sheep, and enjoying the life of a herdsman.The days passed comfortably and time passed quickly.

The snow has almost melted, and the grassland is beginning to turn green.Green grass buds emerged from under the withered grass roots, piece by piece, like a thin green carpet covering the earth.The seven sheep gnawed the new grass in the pasture with their heads down, eating happily.Da Mao and the other five ran wildly on the grass, chasing and playing, making a lot of noise.The little fox has grown up a bit, and its fur is still gray, but it is chubby, and it twists and turns when it runs, looking cute and cute.

It's early April.

Wang Jianxin planted small pieces of various vegetables on the remaining acre of vegetable land - cabbage, radish, potatoes.After planting, he picked up a few buckets of river water from the space and poured it into the ground.The water in the space is different from the water outside. When you pour it on, the soil becomes oily.

"It will definitely grow better this year." Wang Jianxin patted the soil on his hands and looked at the rows of vegetable fields, feeling very beautiful.Organic food, organic vegetables, green and healthy.

Time passes leisurely and leisurely.

On April 10th, Wang Jianxin got up at dawn.After having breakfast in the space, we went out and rode on the green horses. Da Mao and the other five followed behind, carrying the little fox in their arms, and started their normal patrol work.

The weather is good and the wind is not strong.The grassland was quiet, except for the sound of horses' hooves trampling on the grass and the sound of dogs panting.Wang Jianxin rode his horse and walked slowly along the barbed wire fence, scanning the opposite side with his eyes.

Halfway through, he suddenly reined in his horse.

There are footprints in the snow.

It was not left by himself, nor by herdsmen herding sheep, but from the opposite side - on the other side of the barbed wire fence, in the direction of Mongolia, a series of footprints climbed over the barbed wire fence and extended to the grassland here.The footprints were very new, and the edges had not been rounded by the wind. They should have been left last night.

Wang Jianxin jumped off his horse and squatted down to observe carefully.The footprints were very mixed, not belonging to one person, but at least five or six people.The pattern of the shoe prints is that of military boots, not ordinary Mongolian boots.

"Six people." Wang Jianxin counted and his heart sank.

I don’t know who smuggled them into China.Fleeing?Still looking for trouble?Either way, this is a big deal.Border crossers found on the border must be reported.

Wang Jianxin quickly put the five big cats and the little fox into the space, leaving only the green horse.He got on his horse and followed the footprints.

The footprints extended to the southeast, toward the depths of the grassland.Wang Jianxin rode his horse and followed leisurely, observing the surroundings as he walked.After walking for about an hour, he felt someone in front of him - with the third-level perception of Qi Refining, he could feel the slightest movement within a few dozen meters.He reined in the horse, jumped down, and patted the green horse's neck: "Wait here, don't run around."

Qing Ma snorted and stood still.

Wang Jianxin left Qingma where he was and chased him forward.He used his skills, his steps were so light that there was almost no sound, but his speed was as fast as a gust of wind.After running for about another kilometer, I finally saw the figure in front of me, following the footprints.

Six people, wearing Mongolian robes and carrying guns, were walking on the grassland.They were not walking fast, looking around as if they were looking for something.

Wang Jianxin continued to chase forward for a while, and when he reached a distance where he could hear the words clearly, he shouted loudly: "People in front of you, stop! Who are you?"

The six men stopped suddenly and turned around.Wang Jianxin saw one of them holding up a gun - an AKM rifle, made by the Soviet Union.

"Bang——"

Gunshots were fired.

Wang Jianxin felt the danger, and the string in his mind suddenly tightened.He didn't have time to think about it, and immediately lay down on the snow, rolled over and rolled several meters away.The bullet flew past where he was standing just now and hit the ground behind him, splashing up a cloud of soil.

"Damn it." Wang Jianxin lay on the ground, took out the Type 56 semi-automatic rifle from the space, held it in his hand, and observed it.The distance was about two hundred meters, but he was in no hurry to shoot - there were six people on the other side and he was alone, so a head-on firefight was not cost-effective.

He put the gun back into the space and entered the space with a thought.Then he used space to move, teleport continuously within ten meters, and quickly approached the six people.

Ten meters, ten meters, another ten meters.After several teleportations, he was less than a hundred meters away from them.He flashed out of the space and lay on the snow, gun in hand.

The other party hasn't discovered him yet.The six people were all looking in the direction where he had just shouted, and the one with the gun was still looking around for the target.

Wang Jianxin aimed at the person who fired the gun, held his breath and pulled the trigger.

"Bang——"

At a distance of a hundred meters, half a dozen bullets accurately hit the man's head.The man didn't even scream, he fell to the ground and threw the gun far away.

The remaining five people were startled and scattered, lying on the ground, aiming guns everywhere.But Wang Jianxin had already changed his position - after firing, he rolled to the side and changed the shooting angle.

"Bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-"

Ten shots, continuous shooting.Each shot hit a man accurately in both arms.Not critical, but enough to make them lose their ability to resist.The gun fell and he couldn't lift his arm. He lay on the ground and screamed.

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