The Shocking Fourteen Years of a Taihang Hunter with a Dumb Gun

The son of an Orion in the Taihang Mountains, when he was fourteen years old, on the 23rd of the twelfth lunar month, his father came back. He was covered in blood, with a hole in his stomach, and his intestines were wrapped with a strip of cloth and exposed. Dad gave him a Mauser that couldn't fire and a letter that he couldn't understand. "More important than life," Dad said. Before dawn, the pursuers came. My father was forced off a cliff. Chen was ninety-four years old that year. He didn't cry. He went into the mountains with the dumb gun in his hand, a gun that couldn't fire, and a letter that he couldn't understand for fourteen years. Fourteen years later, he came down from the mountain, carried a salesman's load, and walked into the enemy's city gate. The enemy was sitting in the city drinking tea. He had the same soldiers who had fired the gun and maintained an entire inspection office. Everyone thought that the dumb gun could not fire. Everyone thought that the son of the hunter in the Taihang Mountains had died in the mountains long ago. Everyone was waiting. Chen Jiu is also waiting. Waiting for him to stab the knife that has been sharpened for fourteen years into the smiling tiger's back, waiting for the moment when he puts the ineffective gun between the eyebrows of the white-faced soldier—— Gunshots were fired. Your father is dead, your father is a life, your father is a hidden line, your father is a secret letter, your father is the fuse of fourteen years of silence, three bullets, fourteen years, a life. There are three types of gunfire in Taihang Mountain: Orion's, soldiers' and bandits', and one that can't fight! The third type rang tonight. …