Reborn in 1985, starting from the mountains of Northwest China

Lin Xi wanted to follow, but Chen Feng stopped him.

"Don't move."

Lin Xi paused for a moment, glanced at Chen Feng's expression, and remained silent, gripping the gun in her hand even tighter.

Outside the cave, the wind howled, and the movement of the three people could not be heard.

After a while, no one came back.

Lin Xi couldn't hold back any longer: "Brother-in-law, did they run away?"

Chen Feng shook his head.

"No. They were going to run, and they already did."

He paused, then gave a cold laugh.

"They are waiting."

"What are you waiting for?"

"Wait until it gets dark."

Lin Xi's expression changed, but he didn't say anything. He just tightened his grip on the gun.

Only Yang Chengwu's occasional murmurs and the crackling of firewood remained in the cave.

Chen Feng leaned against the cave wall, squinting, his hands always inside his clothes, touching the handle of the homemade gun.

It gradually got dark.

The wind and snow outside hadn't stopped, and the light coming through the cave entrance grew fainter and fainter until it was just a hazy gray.

Lin Xi added a few more pieces of firewood to the fire and said in a low voice, "Brother-in-law, it's getting dark."

Chen Feng nodded, sat up straight, and glanced at the cave entrance.

It was pitch black, and I couldn't see anything.

But he knew that the three men were outside.

Just then, there was a noise at the entrance of the cave.

A figure slipped in; it was the younger one.

He walked in carrying a bundle of firewood, put it on the ground, and smiled somewhat reluctantly.

"Brother, we've gathered the firewood. The snow outside was too heavy, and we got lost, wandering around for ages."

Chen Feng looked at him without saying a word.

The younger man felt uneasy under his gaze and took a step back.

Just then, two more people crawled into the hole.

Brother Zhao and the tall, thin guy.

Brother Zhao, also carrying a bundle of firewood, came in and said with a smile, "This damn weather, the snow is getting heavier and heavier. Brother, we'll have to squeeze in for the night again."

He put down the firewood, brushed the snow off his clothes, and walked over to Chen Feng.

He walked very slowly, one step, two steps, three steps.

Chen Feng's hand was inside his clothes, already on the trigger.

Brother Zhao's facial muscles twitched, his eyes fixed on Chen Feng.

"Brother, listen to me..."

Before he could finish speaking, his eyes suddenly hardened, and he lunged forward like a mad dog, the dagger in his hand aimed straight for Chen Feng's heart!

The distance was too close; there was no time to dodge, nor was there any need to dodge.

Chen Feng's eyes turned cold. The moment Brother Zhao took a step, his finger on the trigger had already tightened.

Just as Brother Zhao lunged into the air, the homemade gun in Chen Feng's arms suddenly shot out, its dark muzzle almost touching Brother Zhao's chest.

"Bang--!"

A loud bang exploded in the narrow cave, making people's eardrums buzz.

Flames shot out, and the smell of gunpowder instantly filled the air.

Zhao Ge wasn't hit in a vital spot; Chen Feng's shot was aimed at his right hand.

The immense impact blasted Zhao Ge's right hand into a bloody mess, and the gleaming dagger flew far away, crashing against the cave wall before landing on the ground.

"Ah—! My hand! My hand!"

Brother Zhao screamed as the recoil from the gun sent him staggering backward before he crashed heavily to the ground.

He clutched his right wrist tightly with his left hand, blood gushing from between his fingers like it was free, causing him to writhe on the ground in pain, his face turning pale instantly.

Everything happened so fast that the tall, thin guy and the younger ones didn't even have time to react before Brother Zhao had already lost one of his hands.

When the gunshot echoed in their ears, the two of them suddenly came to their senses, terrified out of their wits, and knelt down with a thud.

"Big brother! It's not my fault! It's Brother Zhao! Brother Zhao forced us to do this!"

At a time like this, we can forget about any spirit of cooperation.

When disaster strikes, everyone should flee for their own lives!

The tall, thin man kowtowed repeatedly, his forehead hitting the stone ground with a dull thud.

The younger ones were so terrified they wet themselves, trembling and crying, "Big brother, spare us! We just wanted to steal some food, we didn't mean to kill anyone... we really didn't..."

Chen Feng didn't speak; the muzzle of his homemade gun drooped slightly, wisps of smoke rising from it.

He looked at Brother Zhao, who was writhing on the ground in pain, without a trace of emotion in his eyes.

"Linxi, find the rope."

Lin Xi was taken aback for a moment, then realized what was happening and quickly took out a rope from her backpack.

"Tie up all three of them."

Seeing that their scheme had been exposed, the three dared not resist any longer and obediently remained where they were.

nonsense!

Even the sharpest knife is still a knife; how can it possibly beat a gun?

Lin Xi acted swiftly, first binding the tall, thin man and the younger one tightly, then walking over to Brother Zhao.

Brother Zhao was still curled up on the ground, his right hand a bloody mess, his left hand covering his wound, and his whole body trembling.

Lin Xi stepped on him and quickly tied him up.

The three people were tied up in a row and sat against the cave wall, like three chickens waiting to be slaughtered.

Brother Zhao was in so much pain that his face turned deathly pale, and his forehead was covered in cold sweat, but he dared not utter another sound.

The tall, thin men and the younger ones had their heads down and were trembling all over.

Chen Feng added a few more pieces of firewood to the fire, sat down opposite them, and watched them.

Outside the cave, the wind and snow howled, while inside, only the crackling of firewood could be heard.

After a long while, Chen Feng finally spoke.

"Do you want to live?"

All three people looked up at the same time.

The younger man nodded frantically, "Yes! Brother, I want to live!"

The tall, thin man also kowtowed, pleading, "I want to live, I want to live..."

Brother Zhao gritted his teeth and didn't say anything, but the resentment in his eyes had been replaced by fear.

Chen Feng looked at him: "And you?"

Brother Zhao's lips trembled slightly, and he lowered his head: "I want to..."

Chen Feng nodded.

"Then do as I say."

He stood up and walked to Yang Chengwu's side.

Yang Chengwu was still unconscious, his fever hadn't subsided, his face was flushed, and his breathing was heavy.

Chen Feng reached out and touched his forehead; it was still burning hot.

"Third Brother, help Chengwu up."

Lin Xi went over and helped Yang Chengwu sit up.

Chen Feng pointed at the tall, thin man and the younger one: "You two, come here."

The two were untied and walked over tremblingly.

"Help him up."

The tall, thin man and the younger man were stunned for a moment, then quickly grabbed Yang Chengwu's arms on either side.

Yang Chengwu groggily opened his eyes and was startled to see two strangers supporting him: "Sister, brother-in-law..."

"Don't move, let them help you."

As Chen Feng spoke, he pulled the machete out of his bundle and walked up to the tall, thin man.

The tall, thin man's face turned pale: "B-Big Brother..."

Chen Feng handed him the machete.

"Take it."

The tall, thin man froze, too afraid to reach out.

"Here, take it."

The tall, thin man took the machete with trembling hands, not knowing what he was going to do.

Chen Feng then walked up to the younger man, pulled out the dagger he had taken from Brother Zhao from his waist, and handed it to him.

The younger man's face was as white as paper: "B-Big brother, I dare not..."

"Take it if I tell you to."

The younger man took the dagger, his hands trembling violently.

Chen Feng took a step back and looked at the two of them.

"You two, help this person down the mountain."

The two of them paused, as if they hadn't understood.

"Did you hear me clearly?" Chen Feng's voice was calm. "You two support him and walk in front. I'll follow behind. If you dare to run away, dare to let go, or dare to have any wicked thoughts..."

He paused, then pointed to Brother Zhao, who was tied up beside him.

"That's what will happen to you."

The tall, thin man and the younger man looked down at Brother Zhao's bloodied and mangled hand and shuddered.

"No, no! Big brother, we'll definitely help you up properly!"

"Yes, yes, we promise, we promise to help them down the mountain!"

Chen Feng nodded and walked over to Brother Zhao.

Brother Zhao raised his head, his eyes filled with fear.

Chen Feng squatted down and looked at him.

"You'll be the last one."

Brother Zhao was stunned.

"Follow behind them, empty-handed."

Chen Feng didn't finish his sentence; he simply patted the homemade gun in his arms.

Brother Zhao nodded repeatedly, "I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare..."