Siheyuan, don't yell at me

He Daqing originally thought that the Logistics Department was the end, but he never expected that this was the starting point.

The charcoal truck, loaded with most of the supplies, slowly drove out of the logistics department and headed east.

The charcoal truck was only half loaded, not because the soldiers had a change of heart, but because it was the limit of the truck.

The task, which was originally to report to the Logistics Department before the New Year, was changed after some tricky operations by He Daqing.

They managed to deliver sorghum flour and corn flour to a regiment headquarters on the front line before the New Year.

He Daqing really wanted to give himself a slap in the face. It would be fine if he didn't spend the New Year in Beijing, but he had to spend it in South Korea.

Cursing all the way, we finally arrived at the Yalu River.

Next to a heavy floating bridge, there is a long line of trucks carrying supplies.

There were all diesel light trucks, but He Daqing's charcoal truck was the most conspicuous, like a crow blending into a flock of swans.

He Daqing looked back deeply, and at the urging of the soldiers, drove the car onto the pontoon bridge.

The soldiers saluted and watched the charcoal truck emitting thick black smoke as it moved further and further away and headed towards the distant skyline.

The long convoy slowly began to thin out.

The charcoal truck was like an old man on his deathbed, easily left behind by one diesel truck after another.

After driving for a while, a loud noise suddenly came from the distance, like thunder.

He Daqing shuddered. He had never seen a pig run, and had never eaten pork before. That was clearly the sound of a bomb exploding.

The sound seemed to be getting closer and closer, and He Daqing could even see the thick smoke coming out in the distance.

Damn it, I'm just a cook and I have a few women, and you let me go to the front line to be bombed.

If I knew who is harming me, when I get back, I will make you wish you were dead.

Several black spots appeared on the distant skyline, and He Daqing could even hear the roar of airplane engines.

He Daqing swallowed, quickly turned the steering wheel, drove the car off the shoulder of the road and headed towards a woods.

Now we can't care so much, a few bumps and collisions are nothing, life is the most important thing.

The plane in the sky apparently discovered the charcoal truck driven by He Daqing and began to fly towards He Daqing. It dived and poured bombs into the grove as if they were free.

He Daqing hid in the space, trembling.

I can’t imagine that if I didn’t have space, I would be doomed at this moment.

The long transportation routes and the lack of anti-aircraft firepower made trucks transporting supplies the favorite targets of bombing by American aircraft.

Blowing up a truck can cause a platoon on the front line to lose supplies and lose their combat effectiveness. This deal is a good deal no matter how you look at it.

He Daqing was hungry and cold, so he simply ignored the situation outside, had a good meal in the space, and then fell into a deep sleep.

When He Daqing woke up again, it was already completely dark.

After eating the steamed buns he brought from home, gnawing on roast chicken, and drinking strong liquor, He Daqing sneaked out of the space and looked around.

Everywhere you look, there are broken trees, traces of smoke and fire, and potholes caused by artillery shells.

Damn it, I'm just a driver, why are you using so many shells to blow me up?

This is so dangerous even before we reach the front line.

No, no, I have to think of a way.

That’s right, system, system.

I have more than 600,000 resentment points. I'll draw a big prize first. Maybe I can learn a skill to save my life.

He did it right away and spent 500,000 points to buy a legendary treasure chest.

With a "ding~" sound.

The sounds of the legendary treasure chests are all different and much clearer.

The purple box emits a dazzling light.

A quaint blue skill book appeared with a picture of a stone on it.

“Ding~

Once upon a time there was a ruffian named Liu Bang.

With his superb stone-throwing skills, he later became emperor.

It is said that a ruffian emperor can even kill two birds with one stone.

Xiang Yu, who committed suicide in front of the Wujiang River, was because he was defeated and had no face to face the people of Jiangdong.

From now on, whether it's bricks or stones, you, as a rascal, will do it to perfection.

You have mastered the art of stone throwing."

He Daqing picked up a stone from the ground, and a mysterious feeling arose in his heart.

It seemed that as long as he wanted, this stone could appear anywhere within two hundred meters.

Damn, I spent 500,000 points and this is it?

Can you give me something presentable?

How about something like proficiency in firearms, or swordsmanship, or knife skills?

Although playing with stones is not in line with the identity of Mr. He Daqing.

At least it is a means of long-range attack, which is better than nothing.

After releasing the charcoal truck from the space, He Daqing decided to travel under the cover of night.

Driving during the day is still too dangerous. Anyway, I have night vision, so it’s no different from driving during the day.

The snowfield at night is particularly empty.

The rumbling sound of the charcoal cart could be heard from far away.

He Daqing didn't dare drive too fast because the road was icy and the slippery situation was too serious.

After driving all night, the sky was just beginning to brighten.

He Daqing stretched his frozen body and hid himself and his car into the space.

I felt like something was blocking my nostrils, so I reached out to touch it.

I touched the two ice beads and pulled them, but found that they didn't move.

I pulled it hard and felt a sharp pain in my nose.

Looking at the ice beads in my hand, there are a lot of black hairs on them, which look like nose hairs.

Damn it, in this horrible weather, even my nose hairs can get frozen while driving a charcoal truck.

I don’t know how those soldiers on the front line survived this winter.

He Daqing didn't dare to pull another ice bead. He covered his mouth, exhaled hot air, and slowly melted the ice bead...

After taking a nap in the space, the day time was completely spent and it was night again.

The charcoal truck continued to travel through the night of South Korea.

He Daqing touched the steering wheel with one hand and looked at the map with the other, muttering:

"At the third fork in the road, there is a small road that turns left. At the third fork in the road, there is a small road that turns left...

By the way, which fork in the road was it just now?

The second one? It should be the second one, right?

This map is so poorly drawn, logically speaking, the third fork in the road should be approaching soon..."

After an unknown amount of time, the charcoal cart suddenly shook violently twice, and after a muffled sound, the charcoal cart completely stopped moving.

He Daqing hurriedly got out of the car to check the situation, and the worst situation had occurred.

As a qualified driver, you basically have some simple maintenance skills.

But now the main axis is broken, and even gods can’t help.

In this situation, we can only wait for other passing vehicles to rescue us.

Since they were not planning to travel any further, He Daqing was no longer in a hurry.

He Daqing found a big tree on the side of the road to block the wind, squatted down and prepared to take a shit.

It’s more comfortable and refreshing to poop in the wild.

After a while, the roar of a truck was heard in the distance and the lights were getting closer and closer.

He Daqing was delighted and felt that his luck was quite good. He didn't expect to meet other drivers here. He was saved.

The truck also saw He Daqing's charcoal truck and stopped slowly to check the situation.

He Daqing was about to open his mouth to shout, but immediately stopped talking.

The driver who got off the truck was normal, but the passenger seat turned out to be a blond-haired, blue-eyed foreigner.