It wasnt until near dusk that the train blew its whistle and slowly started moving.

  The two of them were tired from sitting, and lay down to rest on the beds on either side of the train car. Mu Yang closed his eyes, listening to the rhythmic clatter of the train, which was like a lullaby.

  At this time, Xia Kejun suddenly spoke up: "Brother Mu, can you shoot a gun?"

  Mu Yang opened his eyes and looked over from across the aisle, only to find Xia Ke Jun covered with a thin blanket, propping himself up to look back.

  "Assembly, how, want to learn gunplay?" Murong Yang said.

  "Hmm, I think Ill learn how to protect myself, so I wont become a burden to you in the future," Xia Kejun said.

  Muyang thought for a moment, got up and inserted the car door, pulled up the curtains.

  "Do you really want to learn?"

  "Yeah, I really want to learn."

  "Alright, let me introduce you to a gun first." He said, touching the back of his waist and taking out a revolver, placing it on the small table.

  When Xia Kejun saw the gun that Muyang took out, her eyes widened in shock. She really hadnt expected that Muyang would have a gun on him. The two had come all this way together, but she hadnt noticed it at all.

  It was actually taken out of space by Mu Yang and just casually placed on his lower back.

  "Is this the handgun?" Xia Kejun asked curiously.

  "This is a Mauser pistol, made in Germany, also known as a semi-automatic pistol. However, this gun is a bit big and not very suitable for girls to use." As he said that, Muyang took out another pistol from his waist and put it on the table.

  "Ah, you still have a gun." Xia Kejun said softly.

  "This is called a Nambu pistol, made in Japan. Chinese people call it Wang Ba He Zi (a colloquial term). However, this type of Japanese-made gun isnt very reliable and often jams. But its smaller than the Mauser pistol, so its more convenient for girls to carry."

  Muyang said as he disassembled the magazines of both guns, pulled the bolt to confirm there were no bullets inside, and then handed them over to Xia Kejun.

  Xia Kejun took over two guns and looked around.

  Muyang got up and sat on Xiaokejuns bed, explaining the structure of the gun to Xiaokejun. There is the gun body, there is the sight, how to hold the handle, and how to aim and fire.

  When teaching how to aim a gun, Muyang stood behind Xia Kejun and wrapped his arms around her, placing his large hands over hers on the grip of the gun. He lifted the gun up and aimed it forward, whispering in Xia Kejuns ear: "At first, its best to hold the handle with both hands, align your eyes, sights, and target in a straight line, then gently pull the trigger and fire."

  Xia Kejun only felt that his ears were blown by the wind when Mu Yang spoke, and he was itchy and uncomfortable. Moreover, there was a kind of numbness on his body, and the roots of his ears were already bright red.

  Is that how you teach shooting? Taking advantage of a young girl who doesnt understand, bullying her and taking the opportunity to cheat.

  A subtle atmosphere filled the carriage, both of their movements were slow and gentle. Mu Yangs mouth was getting closer and closer to Xia Kejuns ear, that crystal clear ear that looked like jade, he really wanted to take a bite.

  Mu Yang shook his head, interrupting this thought of his. It was still too early now, and he feared scaring Xia Kejun.

  "Hows that? Did you remember?" Murong Yang gritted his teeth and suppressed his impulse, saying.

  "Got it, remember, three points in a line."

  "Alright, lets fire some blanks first to get a feel for it. Once we arrive in Zhangjiakou, if theres a suitable place, Ill let you practice real target shooting. You know, good marksmen are made by feeding them bullets - the more you shoot and practice, the more accurate youll become."

  "Uh," Xia Kejun nodded unconsciously, but felt that her profile had already brushed against Mu Yangs face, making her even more embarrassed.

  Reluctantly releasing Xia Kejun, Mu Yang continued to explain while holding the handgun: "The effective range of a handgun is about 50 meters. Its only used as an auxiliary close-range killing aid on the battlefield. For longer ranges, you need to use a rifle or a real sniper rifle to kill the target."

  "So in the future if you really encounter a situation where you need to shoot, dont fire randomly, find the right timing and distance, its best to hit the target within 20 meters, that way the success rate will be higher."

  Moyang carefully explained that he is now a true master of playing with guns. These two handguns were disassembled in his hands, explaining the structure of the handgun. For someone who uses a gun, to truly understand the gun, they must understand the structure of the gun, so that they can have a clear mind and shoot well. Generally, skilled shooters are also skilled at disassembling and repairing guns.

  If a pistol jams or malfunctions during combat, a skilled shooter can resolve the issue himself, at least not panicking.

  Muyang said a lot, and Xiakui had good memory, so it wasnt difficult for her to learn. She remembered most of what Muyang taught.

  "Alright, now you only have the real shooting practice left. After youre done practicing, Ill find an opportunity to get you a good gun. These two guns are for idiots, theyre okay for men to use, but not suitable for you." Mu Yang put away his pistol and said with a smile to Xia Ke Jun.

  Upon hearing Mu Yangs words, Xia Ke Jun revealed a smiling face. Being praised by the man she liked made her feel sweet inside.

  Muyang and Xiaokejuns relationship started off a bit strangely, but after getting to know him, Xiaokejun discovered that Muyang was indeed a good man - talented, understanding of romance, considerate, and handsome. Now, Xiaokejun has really developed some feelings for him.

  Actually, between men and women, from the initial appreciation of each other to the later romance, its just one step. When this woman becomes more and more fond of the man, she is not far from liking him.

  The train traveled overnight and stopped at Xuanghua Station for half an hour the next morning before continuing on its way. Xuanghua Station is only 30 kilometers away from Zhangjiakou, so it would take no more than an hour to get there.

  The two got out of bed and looked at Xia Kejun, who was sleeping like a spring sleep. Mu Yang couldnt help but take a few more glances. Xia Kejun still felt a bit uncomfortable and quickly went to the cars dressing room to wash up.

  Muyang smiled and took out two instant noodles, soaking them in boiling water. Time was limited, so they would just have to make do with a simple breakfast.

  Eating instant noodles and sausages, Xia Kejun felt very curious, does the Republic of China have such things now? Looking at the colorful advertisements and text on the packaging box, he thought this must not be a cheap thing, but the taste is actually quite good.

  Zhangjiakou has finally arrived, after the train arrives at the station, Muyang holds Xiaokejuns hand and walks down the carriage. At this time, the movements of the two people have become much more natural, just like a real couple. Muyang stretches out his hand, and Xiaokejun naturally hands her hand over to Muyang.

  The train station is located on the outskirts of the city, although its a major stop, its just over a dozen ordinary houses, looking somewhat dilapidated.

  As they exited the station, they could see farmland in the distance. Passengers were scattered and walking away. Mu Yang and Xia Ke Jun walked out together, both dressed neatly. Soon, several rickshaws came up, and one of the drivers said: "Sir and madam, take a ride? Its still quite a distance to the city center, my car is guaranteed to be fast and stable."

  "Yes, in the city we all know each other, Ill definitely see you there." Another porter also said.

  "Are you going back home first or staying here for a while?"

  "Its better if we dont go home for now, lets temporarily stay at an inn, I dont want Uncle and the others to know about this."

  Mo Yang nodded, "Alright, then well stay at an inn." Then he turned to the coachman and said, "Two carriages, take us to the best inn in town. Remember, its that kind of safe and trouble-free inn." Mo Yang didnt forget to warn him.

  Be careful when going out, although Mo Yang is not afraid, but if trouble arises from this, its also troublesome. So he speaks up ahead of time, in case there are any bad-hearted people among these drivers, mainly because he is now with Xia Kejun and doesnt want to expose himself.

  "Dont worry, its a well-established restaurant, you can trust it."

  Muyang looked at Xia Kejun, a native of Zhangjiakou. Xia Kejun nodded, although as a girl from a local family, she wasnt particularly familiar with things in Zhangjiakou, but she had heard the name of the Yanke Building.

  "Lets go." Mu Yang instructed, and the two rickshaws pulled by Mu Yang and Xia Kejun hurried towards Zhangjiakou City.