My Gold Rush Career Begins in 1984

Chapter 215 Corpses Littered the Field
That person never expected that Zhou Jingming would suddenly make a move.

Before he could react, he felt a sharp pain in his eyes, and everything went black. He screamed in pain and staggered backward, tripped over a stone, and fell to the ground. He could only cover his eyes and howl, completely unable to resist.

Zhou Jingming, having landed a successful blow, showed no sign of stopping. He turned and lunged at another person beside him, aiming to gouge out that person's eyes.

The man instinctively leaned back to dodge, unaware that Zhou Jingming was merely feinting; his true ruthlessness lay in the kick aimed at the man's groin.

Another scream rang out, and the man who had been kicked clutched his groin, collapsing to the ground and rolling around on the floor.

The other three realized they had met their match; the two men they faced were not only ruthless but also used dirty tricks.

Some people were busy pulling out knives, while others were rushing to the car to grab guns.

But Wu Yang, whom they had just dragged down, was the real expert. He had already circled around to the side of the car and was waiting. When he saw someone rushing over, he didn't retreat but advanced. He slightly turned his body and threw a lightning-fast punch that slammed into the man's ribs.

His strength was much greater than Zhou Jingming's.

With just one punch, the man groaned, clutched his waist and ribs, and collapsed to the ground.

Then he kicked him hard in the head, knocking him unconscious on the spot.

He glanced over and saw Zhou Jingming use the Azure Dragon Claw to chop the knife out of the hand of the man who was stabbing him, followed by another kick, this time to the groin.

In just a few seconds, four of the five men were knocked down, leaving only one.

The man was no longer arrogant; his face was filled with fear.

He brandished a dagger in front of Zhou Jingming in his right hand, trembling all over. After a while, he threw the dagger away and knelt down: "Brothers, I was blind to your greatness, please spare me!"

Zhou Jingming glanced at him, bent down and picked up the dagger that had fallen to the ground: "I can let you go, but answer a few questions first."

"You asked..."

Where is Wu Fusheng?

"He is at the Altyn Tagh mining site."

Zhou Jingming frowned slightly: "He didn't go hunting with you?"

"He found a good mining site over there. There are people panning for gold there. They usually hunt antelopes with us. The supplies in this truck are being sent to the mining site."

"Since you put it that way, then please lead us to the mine. Get in the car..."

The man dared not move and could only obediently walk towards the driver's seat.

I had only taken a couple of steps when I heard gunshots behind me.

He turned around in horror and saw Wu Yang pull out a Type 56 semi-automatic rifle from the car and start shooting at the people lying on the ground.

He didn't intend to kill anyone; the bullets were only aimed at the legs and feet.

Such brutality terrified even the two men who had been kicked in the groin, causing them to kneel and beg for mercy. Seeing that Wu Yang seemed not to hear them, they disregarded the pain in their groins and turned to run away for their lives.

But they hadn't run more than a few steps when Wu Yang shot them both, knocking them to the ground. They rolled around on the ground.

The remaining person fell silent, his face turning pale.

Wu Yang quickly returned, took out the guns from the car and examined them. There were five guns, three of which were double-barreled hunting rifles and two were Type 56 semi-automatic rifles. He smiled at Zhou Jingming and said, "Brother Zhou, we've hit the jackpot this time."

Zhou Jingming also went over to take a look, and those guns were all quite good: "Having a couple more good guns is definitely a good thing."

Wu Yang then added, "Brother Zhou, you can handle four or five people now. But besides gouging eyes and kicking groin, can't you come up with anything else?"

"Whether it's the eyes or the groin, these are the most sensitive areas on a person's body. If applying this to these areas is so effective, why would I want to change?"

Zhou Jingming smiled and asked in return.

"It hurts just watching it..."

Wu Yang pretended to be trembling all over.

For a long time, since Zhou Jingming started learning the Black Dragon Eighteen Hands from him, he has been diligent and tireless in his training. He especially likes to use techniques like eye-gouging and peach-stealing during sparring sessions.

At first, Wu Yang was able to handle it with ease, but gradually, as Zhou Jingming became more familiar with the movement techniques, he would suddenly use these two moves, often forcing Wu Yang into a state of panic.

Now, even Wu Yang has to admit that these two moves are simple, direct, and surprisingly effective. Once hit, the target has almost no ability to resist.

When facing an enemy, the more practical the move, the better, regardless of whether it is insidious or not. The most important thing is to defeat the enemy in the fastest way possible.

This is Zhou Jingming's understanding.

Of course, this doesn't mean he's not good at other techniques.

"What are you standing there for? Get in the car!"

Zhou Jingming put the guns back in the carriage, not wanting to linger, and urged the man to hurry.

The man shuddered and hurriedly opened the car door, but hesitated for a moment: "Should I sit in the driver's seat or the passenger seat?"

Zhou Jingming raised an eyebrow: "You mean you can drive?"

"I've always been the one driving this car..."

Unexpectedly, it was the driver who stayed behind. "Then you sit in the driver's seat, you drive the car, and Wu Yang will follow behind on his motorcycle!"

While in Haxionggou, the motorcycle was idle, so Wu Yang liked to tinker with it. He could ride a bicycle, so it was easy for him to find his balance on a motorcycle. After getting on the motorcycle and figuring out how to brake, throttle, and shift gears, it didn't take long before he was able to ride it steadily.

Zhou Jingming originally wanted Wu Yang to keep an eye on the driver, but he was worried that the guy might cheat on the road and cause some trouble, so he thought it would be better for him to keep an eye on him himself.

In any case, if this guy tries to drive the car into the ravine, he still has a chance to control the car.

The two climbed into the driver's seat, started the car, and continued driving into the wilderness, while Wu Yang followed far behind on his motorcycle.

After walking for about half an hour, Wu Yang rode his motorcycle up to the car and shouted at Zhou Jingming, "Brother Zhou, look ahead, aren't those antelopes on the barren slope?"

"Yes, that's an antelope!"

Zhou Jingming had already spotted the herd of antelopes; there were about forty or fifty of them.

Perhaps because of this, he was often chased. As soon as he heard the sound of a car, even if it was still far away, he would start running at full speed and disappear without a trace in the blink of an eye.

The car continued driving for another half hour, and from a distance, he saw a large flock of vultures circling in the sky ahead.

A few minutes later, the car came to an abrupt stop.

It was Zhou Jingming who told that person to stop the car.

Right in front of the car, on the barren grass, lay the carcasses of hundreds of female antelopes, their skins already peeled off.

Zhou Jingming opened the car door and jumped out. Under the scorching sun, a putrid smell permeated the wilderness.

Wu Yang rode his motorcycle to the side and was shocked by what he saw.

The two approached the carcasses of antelopes where vultures occasionally took off and landed. On the wasteland, there were pools of dried, black blood everywhere. Under the scorching sun, the antelope carcasses' bellies were swollen like balloons that could burst at any moment.

Faintly, Zhou Jingming seemed to hear the weak cries of an antelope.

He followed the sound and saw two dying lambs bleating and searching for their mother's teats.

Seeing this, Wu Yang, who had previously been focused on making money by hunting antelopes, couldn't help but curse: "This is too damn cruel... Brother Zhou, now I understand why you didn't want to hunt antelopes for money. These bastards are simply ruthless. At this rate, even if there are many antelopes, they will be wiped out."

Zhou Jingming nodded slightly: "That's why I said this matter is against the natural order."

He picked up the two blood-stained lambs, but suddenly heard the roar of a car engine. He turned around and saw the driver speeding away.

"Want to run away..."

Zhou Jingming snorted coldly and shoved the two lambs into Wu Yang's hands: "You wait here."

He turned and ran towards the motorcycle, jumped on, and chased after the car.

After traveling only a few hundred meters, Zhou Jingming caught up with the car and pulled out the pistol he had been carrying with him but had hardly used since he acquired it.

With just a point to the driver's seat, the driver was so frightened that he froze, slamming on the brakes and turning the car off.

"Get down here!"

Zhou Jingming pointed the gun at him and roared.

The driver cautiously opened the car door, and as soon as his foot stuck out, Zhou Jingming shot him. He immediately fell out of the driver's seat and landed on the gravel ground, screaming in agony.

"If you yell again, believe me, I'll kill you right now. I told you not to mess around, but you insisted on asking for it."

Zhou Jingming went over and kicked him, making him curl up in a crouching position.

He dared not utter another sound, gritting his teeth and trembling all over.

"Get in the car, sit in the passenger seat and lead the way. If you dare to play tricks on me again, next time I'll smash your head!"

They were still quite far from the Altun Mountains, and Zhou Jingming needed to know the exact location of the mine; he didn't want to die yet.

The man finally calmed down and, enduring the pain, crawled to the passenger seat.

Seeing his bleeding legs and feet, Zhou Jingming told him to tear off his clothes and use the strips of cloth to bandage the wounds to stop the bleeding.

This time, he drove back to the antelope carcass and had Wu Yang put the two lambs in the truck bed.

Wu Yang was puzzled: "Brother Zhou, why are we bringing two lambs? These two lambs are probably dying."

"The Altun Mountains have become a protected area this year. Let's send it there and see if the people guarding the outposts can save it..."

That's about all we can do.

After Wu Yang put the two lambs into the truck, Zhou Jingming started the car and headed towards the Altun Mountains.

They were delayed a lot on the road, and it was impossible to make it in a day. At night, they had no choice but to sleep in the wilderness.

I thought tonight would be quiet.

Unexpectedly, in the middle of the night, I saw two cars driving through the wilderness, crisscrossing the land.

In front of the vehicle was a large herd of antelopes.

(End of this chapter)