Everyone quickened their pace. The yurt was still about a thousand meters away from them. When they got closer to one or two hundred meters, several dog barks were heard from the yurt, and then three or four dogs barked immediately in the open wilderness.
Then they saw that there seemed to be lights coming on inside the yurt.
"Everyone, don't move, let's go over there." Gong Jian immediately said to the others.
"Yes!"
The others stood obediently in place, while Gong Jian and the four of them walked towards the yurt. They were still one or two hundred meters away from there.
When Gong Jian and the others walked a few dozen meters further, they could see two or three people coming out of the yurt. They were also holding flashlights, and the light beams of several flashlights were unusually conspicuous in the wilderness.
"Who!" The fellow over there let out a loud roar in dialect.
"Fellow, we are People's Liberation Army!" Gong Jian immediately said loudly. At this moment, the distance between them was still dozens of meters.
"One of you come here first, we have guns in our hands!" the fellow over there said loudly.
"Got a gun?" Yang Rui immediately became alert and whispered.
"I'm going over there, please be careful." Gong Jian also whispered. He didn't know why there were guns here, but it was better to be careful.
"Understood." Yang Rui The three of them quietly pulled the bolt of the gun, just in case.
"Fellow, don't worry, we are not bad people. I will come here on my own." Gong Jian shouted at the top of his lungs a few more times before continuing to walk forward.
When Gong Jian walked forward twenty or thirty meters, the other party's flashlight could already clearly see Gong Jian's outfit. Gong Jian heard the person who had just shouted say in a thick dialect accent, "Abu! It's really People's Liberation Army."
"Quick, put down the gun, it's really People's Liberation Army." Another old voice patted another man. The man put down the long object in his hand and walked directly towards here.
After walking in, with the help of today's moonlight and a rechargeable lantern in the other person's hand, Gong Jian could clearly see the other person's appearance. He was a typical Mongolian man, wearing a thick sheepskin jacket and Mongolian robe.
"Hello fellow fellows, we are here for training People's Liberation Army." Gong Jian said with a smile.
"Hello, comrades of the People's Liberation Army, I'm sorry, we thought they were bad guys just now. After all, this place is almost deserted except for us." The speaker was an old man who looked to be in his sixties.
"Are there any other comrades in the distance? Come here quickly. You are still training in such a cold weather. We have milk tea here! Quick Baolige, go and light the fire!"
"Oh!" A young man about twenty years old immediately turned around and rushed into the yurt.
"You all come over here!" Gong Jian saw that the other party was not afraid of them, so he waved directly to signal the people in the distance to come over.
Soon everyone came over. There were five yurts here, but only one had people living in it, five men.
"Fellow, let me ask, why do you have a gun here?" After the two sides introduced each other, Gong Jian couldn't help but ask. He had already seen clearly that the other party was holding a very old Type 56 Semi-automatic Rifle. This gun has been retired in China for many years.
He retired in 1980, which is already 40 years ago! The age of this gun can be imagined.
"Hahaha, Baolige show Comrade People's Liberation Army his ID." The old man laughed heartily twice and then said hello.
The young man immediately carefully took out a certificate from his body and handed it over. Gong Jian and several people took it and opened it curiously. This was a certification document.
This young man is in the reserve force, and his certification document was issued by the armed forces here at ALS. The reason why he can hold a gun is because poachers are often found here, and there have been many tragic incidents in which herders were injured or even killed by poachers.
That's why they are equipped with guns, but they only have 10 bullets, and the bullets have strict usage conditions, and they have to report them no matter how they are used.
After reading this, Gong Jian understood that, indeed, in a place like this, birds don't poop. Sometimes there are only one or two families of herdsmen within a few dozen miles. If they encounter poachers, those guys will have homemade guns and the like.
After returning the certification documents to the other party, Gong Jian gave the other party a thumbs up and said, "Fellow, you are doing a good job, you just have to bravely fight against these evil forces."
"Hahaha, things have gotten better over the years. In the past ten or twenty years, it was considered serious. Now with your People's Liberation Army protection and severe police crackdowns, these poachers are becoming less and less. We haven't seen them for several years, but we have only heard about them." The old herdsman said with a hearty smile.
"By the way, look at how cold these soldiers are. We can't accommodate so many people here. There are only five yurts. You just squeeze in and I'll ask Baolige to light a fire for you."
"Then... thank you, uncle. We really need to rest. We have been walking in this wilderness for three days." Gong Jian looked at the people behind him. They must rest because they didn't even pick up much burning wood today.
"You're welcome, you're welcome, of course. We still have beef jerky here! We also have hand meat. There are many of you, so I'll kill a few sheep for you." The old herdsman immediately pulled out the knife he carried on his waist.
"No, uncle, you can't. We have discipline in the army and we can't eat your food. We brought our own food. We are very grateful that you let us stay overnight. In addition, we only need to use your pot."
"This won't work. We Mongolians are a hospitable people. When guests come, we must have good wine and meat. What's more, you are Comrade People's Liberation Army who keeps us safe!" The old herdsman immediately said with a serious look on his face.
Gong Jian smiled bitterly, "Uncle, we really can't eat it. If you kill this sheep, we will have to take off our military uniforms tomorrow because we have made a serious mistake. You don't want us to make a mistake."
When Gong Jian said this, the old herdsman immediately had some tangles on his face. He hesitated and said, "Then... you guys have some beef jerky?! By the way, we also have milk tea here, drink some milk tea."
"Uncle, we are really grateful. We have food and drink. Your son is a reserve. You should know that the army has discipline. If you do this, we have to leave."
"Okay, okay, if you don't want to eat, if you don't want to eat, I'll light a fire for you!" The old herdsman waved his hand quickly.
"I'll ask someone to help." Gong Jian didn't refuse. They really needed a stable place to rest for a night.