Spring comes to the desperate place

Chapter 199 The Khan

"Wrong logic." Gu Fengyue said with disgust, but still walked to the table and sat down obediently.

"Come to think of it, I haven't eaten this for a long time. I missed it a lot." Gu Fengyue is not a person who pays attention to appetite, but she has little resistance to the modern delicacies that Song Chunlin took out from the space. Soon, she and Song Chunlin were eating with their mouths full of oil.

After eating and drinking, Gu Fengyue washed his hands and then looked at Song Chunlin who was silently cleaning up the debris.

"Now that you have settled those people, where are you going?"

Song Chunlin paused while packing his things and raised his head silently: "Did you find out?"

Gu Fengyue was speechless: "You made such a big fuss, demanding people and transporting things to that courtyard. People coming in and out of that courtyard are all from the military camp. I don't think it's hard for me not to know. Tell me, what happened?"

Song Chunlin waved his hand and swept all the garbage into the garbage bag. After cleaning the table, Song Chunlin sat down. He did not answer Gu Fengyue's question but talked about the old farmer instead.

Gu Fengyue listened to his story patiently. In his ears, the old farmer was just a passerby who passed by. But to Song Chunlin, he seemed to be more than just a passerby.

Song Chunlin's hands were a little cold. He lowered his head slightly, pinched his fingertips, and spoke softly: "My country, although there are many faults, although it was eventually destroyed in that disaster, but before that happened, there was no war in my country, at least I didn't see it with my own eyes. I know that war is terrible, and I have seen humans killing each other for a bite of food to survive, but I can't accept it, I can't accept it, you know?"

Gu Fengyue looked at Song Chunlin's collapsed expression and unconsciously moved a little closer to him, holding his cold fingertips to warm him.

Song Chunlin tilted his head and looked at him: "Those people are so annoying. I decided to kill their Khan."

Song Chunlin did not show much emotion when he said this, as if the person he was going to kill was not the king of a country, but an ant.

Gu Fengyue unconsciously squeezed his fingers tightly, with a look of disapproval on her face: "No, this is too dangerous. Barbarians are all brave and good at fighting. How are you going to get close to them? How are you going to kill them once you get close? Whether it's the Tatars or the Turks, their lords will definitely have many experts around them. How are you going to get away then?"

Song Chunlin had thought about Gu Fengyue's series of questions. He also understood that his idea was too impulsive. However, the only way to end the war quickly was to kill their Khan. If the Khan died suddenly, the country would surely be in turmoil. Then there would be no way to take care of the battlefield here, and the war would naturally end.

Song Chunlin looked at Gu Fengyue. He slowly pulled out one of his hands and raised it in front of Gu Fengyue. Gu Fengyue looked at a seed lying in his palm.

"Watch carefully, I will only show you once."

After saying that, the seed in Song Chunlin's palm began to germinate, grow, and sprout. From a tiny seed, it became a vine as thick as a bowl. The vine was like a snake, circling around Gu Fengyue several times.

Gu Fengyue stared at the vines without blinking, watching them spinning and jumping, and then under Song Chunlin's command, he obediently crawled out, burrowed into the soil, and disappeared.

"See? This is what I rely on. I don't need to go in front of their Khan. Even if there's a wall between us, I can kill him. Even if they want to find the murderer, as long as I don't expose myself, who can catch me?"

At this point, Song Chunlin remembered something: "By the way, hasn't there been something strange going on in the Turkic army recently?"

Gu Fengyue said without hesitation: "Yes, they are more nervous at night than during the day. There is martial law every night, and the patrol manpower seems to have doubled..." When Gu Fengyue said this, he already understood something.

Song Chunlin looked straight into his eyes and nodded slowly.

"Yes, the person they need to guard against at night is me."

"You killed their soldiers?"

"Correct."

"..."

Gu Fengyue had a complicated expression. He never expected that a person who had never even left Bai Ta City could actually cause trouble in the enemy camp a hundred miles away.

"Now that you've made up your mind, why don't you just walk away?"

Song Chunlin was puzzled: "Aren't you still here?"

This sentence calmed the anger in Gu Fengyue's heart. Perhaps Song Chunlin himself did not realize that, without realizing it, he had already regarded Gu Fengyue as a very important partner in his life.

Gu Fengyue was naturally happy to hear him say this, but she still had to worry.

"You're just going to go like this? Just relying on that vine?"

"That's called a mutant plant." Song Chunlin explained. He took out a pistol from the space and said, "This is a pistol. It was a hot weapon in my era. I don't have enough bullets, so I won't show it to you. Otherwise, the gun will go off and disturb others."

"Hot weapons? There are hot weapons? Are they quenched?"

"No, how should I put it? It's quite complicated. Come, I'll teach you."

As he spoke, Song Chunlin taught Gu Fengyue how to pull the safety, load the bullet, and aim.

"Here, you can shoot after you aim. Don't shoot now, it's noisy. And don't load the gun randomly, otherwise it will easily go off accidentally."

Gu Fengyue had never felt the power of a gun, so he was a little curious about this weapon, but not much.

Song Chunlin kept taking things out of the space as if he was moving house, such as bulletproof vests, helmets, binoculars, Swiss Army knives, disposable gauze bandages, disinfectants, and various medicines. The most important of them were the dozen bottles of spiritual spring water and a small bag of ginseng slices.

"This ginseng is the oldest in my space. It can pull you back from the gates of hell at a critical moment. It is more effective than spiritual spring water. Keep it close to you. There is also spiritual spring water. I specially packaged it into small bottles. Remember to bring it with you when you go out. Drink a sip when you feel uncomfortable. Don't be reluctant. I will be back soon."

Song Chunlin pointed at those things and chattered to Gu Fengyue. Gu Fengyue watched him pulling her around the pile of things. When they came to a vest, Song Chunlin put it on him and tried it out himself.

"This is called a bulletproof vest. It's new. It's not taken from a zombie. You usually wear it under the armor. This thing can even protect against bullets. Arrows are certainly no problem. And there's a helmet. Although this helmet looks... a little round and not as handsome as the one you have now, its protective ability should be better than the one you are wearing..." Song Chunlin couldn't continue speaking halfway because the style of the helmet was too modern and this helmet was a motorcycle helmet, so the field of vision was not that good when worn.