Volume One, Chapter 13: Training, Into the Mountains!

After Xiao Cui left, Xu Mo began making homemade lip balm, melting beeswax and adding dried jasmine and other herbs.

There was no need for any molds or fancy shapes; Xu Mo simply put the mixture into a porcelain bowl.

He carefully and patiently taught the madwoman how to apply the lip balm to her lips.

Although she was mad, she was not foolish. After a few lessons, she managed to learn how to use the balm.

Once finished, Xu Mo stepped out of the yellow clay house and began practicing military-style boxing.

The current military boxing emphasized killing the enemy with a single move; the techniques were fierce and ruthless, including throat locks, eye gouges, and groin kicks as basic maneuvers.

After 1998, the entire army switched to a new style of military boxing, focusing not on killing but on subduing the enemy with a single move.

Before Xu Mo’s rebirth, there were whispers within the military that this new style would be revised again to emphasize capturing the enemy with one move.

Xu Mo practiced the second version of military boxing, which incorporated elements of traditional martial arts—Bagua, Baji, Xingyi, and others blended seamlessly.

At this time, the chief instructor of the Southern Capital Military District was an old master with extensive training.

Of course, even an old master like him couldn’t stop a bullet.

However, his skin had been tempered with various methods and soaked in medicinal concoctions, making it as tough and resilient as cowhide.

Before his rebirth, Xu Mo was the chief instructor’s disciple and knew how to temper the body.

The problem was, the methods for tempering the body were too costly.

Now, Xu Mo squatted in a horse stance, his upper body swaying gently back and forth, like riding a horse on a march.

Horse stance was fundamental.

He didn’t aim for anything extravagant but started from scratch, training his body to adapt to all kinds of combat techniques, creating instinctive muscle memory.

Though this body was somewhat malnourished, being a mountain child accustomed to the wild since youth, his foundation was still decent.

After more than ten minutes, Xu Mo felt his thighs tingling, his blood circulating rapidly, warming his body.

He knew it was enough; continuing might damage his muscles.

His body was sticky and grimy, but there was no way to bathe, which made him very uncomfortable.

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Days passed quietly.

Xiao Cui would secretly come to the yellow clay house to chat with the madwoman while the old Xu and others went out looking for food.

Of course, it was always Xiao Cui talking, while the madwoman silently listened.

Five days later, the household’s remaining grain was nearly gone.

At dawn, Xu Mo slung two hunting rifles on his back and stepped out of the yellow clay house.

Looking into the front courtyard, he saw the main house dimly lit by firelight; evidently, the dry wood was running low.

Just as Xu Mo was about to turn away, the door of the main house opened. Xu An emerged, neck hunched, hands tucked into his sleeves.

Upon seeing Xu Mo standing in the yard with two hunting rifles on his back, Xu An was momentarily stunned, then glared fiercely.

Xu Mo shrugged indifferently and turned toward the outside of the courtyard.

He put on gloves made of wolf fur and wrapped a wolf fur scarf around his neck, then stepped steadily toward the mountains.

The snow was thicker now.

As far as the eye could see, a vast white expanse stretched out, lifeless and desolate.

Walking through the snow, Xu Mo seemed like a lonely ghost; the fierce wind howled past his ears like a mournful wail, chilling the heart.

Xu Mo continued toward the shaded side of the mountain range.

There, the snow was thinner, and patches of vegetation remained, attracting wild game.

Two hours later, Xu Mo reached a frozen mountain stream, where sparse, withered yellow grass grew.

He found a spot, spread the wolf fur on the ground, and sat down.

There was no need to find a hiding place; the heavy snow would cover his figure within minutes.

Hunting in such a season required patience and the readiness for no catch.

Xu Mo lowered his eyelids, conserving his energy.

Time passed; the snow fell heavier, and aside from the howling wind, there was no other sound.

He didn’t know how long had passed when he lifted his eyelids, eyelashes frozen and obstructing his view.

Still, he clearly saw a roe deer slowly approaching the grass.

The deer’s ears twitched, trembling as it listened to the wind stirring the grass.

Xu Mo’s gaze was cold as he watched the deer near the grass patch, not rushing to act.

When the deer lowered its head to graze, Xu Mo suddenly raised his hand.

He used the old hunting rifle exchanged from the old trousers.

His aim was precise and unclouded.

Bang!

The deafening gunshot echoed.

Black smoke billowed from the barrel.

The deer collapsed instantly, its skull shattered.

“Not bad luck!” Xu Mo smiled, standing and shaking the snow from his clothes, then strode toward the deer lying in the snow.

The deer weighed over fifty pounds, enough to feed Xu Mo, the madwoman, and even Xiao Cui, who often came to scrounge meals.

Xu Mo didn’t mind Xiao Cui’s freeloading.

Having her keep the madwoman company was good enough.

He grabbed the deer’s neck, pressing its broken skull into the snow for several minutes before pulling it out.

The shattered head was completely frozen solid; then Xu Mo slung it over his shoulder.

With the deer on one shoulder, a rifle on the other, and another in hand, Xu Mo pressed forward toward the mountain’s edge.

Meanwhile, more than half a mile away, a group of young men gathered.

“Did that gunshot come from Shangye Village?”

“A gunshot means game. Let’s go check it out.”

“Let’s move!”

“The dogs from Shangye Village took advantage of their numbers last time and stole our wild honeycomb. If it’s them again, we’ll snatch their game this time!”

The young men, carrying hunting rifles, longbows, or tightly gripping sharpened spears and pitchforks, braved the snow and wind, heading toward the gunshot.

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