1940s: I supported my wife and sister-in-law by hunting.

The dog's days are over, but now that people are fighting amongst themselves, the ones who suffer the most are always the ordinary people at the bottom of society.

Tonight's gains are a sure thing, no losses whatsoever.

But since I've already reached out, I might as well go all the way.

When I picked up my clothes a few days ago, the warehouse was full of good stuff.

Cotton-padded jackets, quilts, military shoes, boxes of canned American meat, rice, flour, cooking oil, hand grenades, and throwing grenades.

After we pull off this job tonight, the military camp will definitely be placed under complete martial law and its defenses strengthened, making it much harder to strike again.

If we're going to do it, we have to do something big.

He crouched low, using the cover of night, and ran along the base of the wall, heading straight for the warehouse.

Two soldiers stood guard at the warehouse entrance, holding guns and yawning.

The light from the roof was dim, and the shadows of people were not clearly visible.

Chen Gaoshan walked forward confidently.

"You two, come here."

The two sentries were stunned on the spot.

Judging by their demeanor, it seems their superior is about to reprimand them for slacking off.

With poor visibility at night, the two dared not think too much and ran over respectfully, waiting for their reprimand.

As soon as the two got close, Chen Gaoshan pressed down on one of their shoulders with one hand.

The two sentries, who hadn't even realized what was happening, vanished on the spot.

After dealing with the two sentries at the door, Chen Gaoshan took the warehouse key and pushed open the warehouse door.

The lights shining in from outside made the contents of the house look incredibly tempting.

Food, military uniforms, bedding, firearms, ammunition, canned goods, and medicine boxes were piled up like small mountains.

None of these things have a clean origin.

Nine times out of ten, the grain was the life-saving food that these soldiers squeezed from the mouths of the people by going from house to house in the countryside.

Needless to say, the weapons and equipment were either left over from the old days or provided by the US and Russia.

Since it was all ill-gotten gains anyway, he accepted it without hesitation or reservation.

Chen Gaoshan's eyes lit up when he saw the M2 carbine in the wooden alley.

This is good stuff.

It's compact, lightweight, doesn't strain your shoulders, and can fire automatically.

It has slightly less power than a regular rifle or AK, but it can easily defeat ordinary submachine guns. It is virtually invincible at close range, and it is perfectly positioned in the golden range, making it ideal for solo combat, stealthy raids, and close-quarters assaults.

As expected of the bald-headed team, they are all equipped with top-notch gear provided by the US; their resources are truly substantial.

Judging from the standard military equipment and complete sets of supplies in this warehouse, it's at least the inventory of a lightly armed brigade.

Chen Gaoshan didn't dawdle and started harvesting at full speed.

Piles of carbines, grenades, grenade launchers, ammunition boxes, crates of canned meat, rice, grains and oil, bedding and raincoats—all within five minutes.

He looted the warehouse so thoroughly that not a single hair was left.

We pulled off a big heist.

Under the cover of night, Chen Gaoshan crept along the base of the wall, avoiding the sentries' gazes, and quietly slipped back to the barracks.

Thirty or forty people were sleeping soundly on the kang (a heated brick bed), their snores deafening, and no one noticed that someone was missing.

Wang Ergou is a restless sleeper; he lies sprawled out on his back with one hand resting on his waist.

Chen Gaoshan casually pulled aside the debris and lay down on his side.

Tomorrow, there's bound to be a big spectacle.

Sure enough, before dawn was fully broken, the piercing alarm sounded throughout the military camp.

The entire camp was in chaos.

Outside, a furious soldier kicked open the door and began cursing.

"Get up right now, you sons of bitches! You're all sleeping like logs!"

"Something terrible has happened! Everyone assemble immediately! Anyone who slacks off or doesn't get up, I'll beat them to death with a stick!"

Immediately following was the sound of a wooden stick hitting the blanket.

The strong men on the kang (heated brick bed) were startled and scrambled to their feet. With their big buttocks exposed, no one dared to dawdle.

"Sir, get up, get up, stop hitting him."

Wang Ergou rubbed his eyes, yawned, his face pale with fright, and whispered in Chen Gaoshan's ear.

"Brother Shan, we've really had the worst luck imaginable. We've run into big trouble on our very first day here. How are we going to get through this?"

Last night's operation was flawless; no one saw it, no trace was left, and they could never find out.

As he dressed, he lowered his voice to comfort Er Gou.

"What's the panic? Don't worry about nothing. Just take it one day at a time. You won't freeze to death like an insect or starve like a soldier. These days, being alive is better than anything else. Stop dawdling and get up now, or that old man with the pockmarked face will go berserk and start hitting people again."

The people inside hurriedly dressed and lined up in the open space in front of the barracks.

Looking around, there must be over a thousand people.

The battalion commander who had a single bean on his collar yesterday was now ashen-faced and radiating anger.

Standing next to him was a high-ranking official with even higher epaulets and a more intimidating aura, his face gloomy and his eyes filled with murderous intent.

They lost the entire regiment's military supplies and provisions.

The war hasn't even started yet, and the family fortune is already gone. Anyone would go crazy in that situation.

Unable to contain his anger, the battalion commander launched into a tirade of profanities in front of more than two thousand men. The tirade grew increasingly violent as he raised his hand and began to lash out at several soldiers in the front row.

"Whoever was on guard duty last night, their eyes must have been glued to their crotch."

"Such a large warehouse was emptied out and disappeared into thin air, and not a single person noticed. What a bunch of good-for-nothings."

"Immediately conduct a thorough investigation and interrogate the suspects. If the thief cannot be found, all of these sentries will be executed on the spot tonight."

Everyone was trembling with fear.

Immediately afterwards, the military camp launched a large-scale search and individual interrogation.

They lined up one by one for questioning, individually, to verify their whereabouts, and to investigate suspects.

But no matter how much they searched, they couldn't find a single useful clue.

The two sentries who were stationed at the warehouse entrance vanished without a trace, neither alive nor dead.

The officials below immediately started making wild guesses, and the more they guessed, the more panicked they became.

Everyone instinctively assumed that the warehouse sentry colluded with underground agents outside to steal all the military equipment and then ran away.

The staff officer in charge of guarding the warehouse was stripped of his rank on the spot and imprisoned to await further punishment.

Last night, all patrolling sentries and soldiers on duty, regardless of whether they were suspected or not, were dragged to an open area and executed by firing squad in public.

This is a big deal. Without weapons and supplies, how can they defend the four cities? How can they even fight a war?

Chen Gaoshan looked at the sentry who had been shot and said, "Brother, it's your own fault for standing on the wrong side. Don't blame me. I hope you can be reincarnated into the 21st century sooner and be a good person."