Chapter 311: A Kick to the Solar Plexus
Normally, because temperatures are so low in winter, foul odors generally cannot disperse when outdoors.
Even if they could, whatever was emitting the stench would be frozen solid in a short while.
The fact that Wang An could smell it now meant only one thing: someone was taking a dump, and they were upwind and very close.
Wang An had no interest in knowing who was taking a dump, so he held his breath and walked away, keeping the wind at his back.
However, sometimes things aren't as you think they are, nor can you avoid them just because you want to.
After walking a dozen meters and taking a deep breath of fresh air, Wang An's eyes widened and his mouth dropped open; he froze completely.
About ten meters ahead, there was a snow-white backside, with the anus practically smiling right at him.
Wang An shook his head, hardly believing his eyes. In this frozen wasteland, in a place with no houses for two miles, he was seeing a great white backside.
What the hell was going on?
But it had to be said, that was one hell of a backside! It was damn white!
Reacting quickly, Wang An dove behind a thicket. Although he didn't know who the owner of the backside was, he was certain that the owner was a lady.
If he were discovered watching someone take a dump...
Holy shit! That would be way too fucking awkward.
After a while, hiding behind the thicket, Wang An looked around, wanting to bypass the area and continue hunting sparrows and squirrels.
Although this backside was not inferior to Fang Xiu'e's, no matter how good a backside looked, it was still just a backside.
Wang An wasn't a pervert, so he had absolutely no desire to keep watching.
Unfortunately, after scanning left and right, he found that aside from the thicket he was currently in, there were no other large bushes nearby, and the surrounding trees were sparse.
In other words, no matter how he circled or ran, there was a high probability he would be spotted. Wang An sighed helplessly.
God damn it!!!
After another while, Wang An felt the other person should have finished and left. To confirm, he wanted to peek his head out and take a look.
In such freezing temperatures, finishing a bowel movement as quickly as possible was something almost everyone wanted to do.
However, before Wang An could poke his head out, he heard the "crunch, crunch" sound of footsteps in the snow.
The most fucking annoying part was that the sound was getting closer!
What the fuck do I do?
Just as Wang An was racking his brain for a solution, the crunching sound stopped.
Then, Wang An felt awkwardly that the owner of that backside was already standing right beside him.
Before Wang An could turn his head to speak, a flying kick came whistling toward him, and the leg was raised very high.
Although Wang An had never trained in martial arts, between his past life and this one—a total of one lifetime and four months—he had fought almost constantly.
Fighting is something that can be mastered through practice.
While someone who knows a few moves is better at it, if you don't, it's essentially just a matter of how much you can take.
Thus, seeing the foot coming, Wang An instinctively threw a punch, striking upward from the side of the opponent's foot.
Wang An's punch didn't hit, as the opponent's leg bent and retracted.
Just as Wang An's fist had not yet returned due to the excessive force he'd used, the leg snapped back.
Wang An hurriedly put out his right hand to block, but his right hand was currently holding his slingshot.
Consequently, the kick landed directly on the fork of Wang An's slingshot.
It had to be said that the ash wood fork of the slingshot was sturdy; it didn't break even under the combined force of the two.
Wang An used the momentum to stumble back a few steps, but the opponent pursued relentlessly, stepping forward quickly to catch up to him again.
The opponent continued to greet Wang An with legs and feet, appearing very confident in her kicking technique.
She delivered kick after kick, a barrage of strikes from increasingly tricky angles.
Wang An not only had no chance to counter, but blocking became more and more difficult; the opponent's speed was simply too fast.
Frustrated, Wang An tried to close the distance to win with raw strength, but the opponent seemed to see right through his intentions.
Her legs swung in a dense, airtight defense, leaving Wang An no opportunity to get close.
Finally, after blocking and dodging several more times, the opponent found an opening and landed a kick square in Wang An's chest.
Wang An had a very good build—tall, large, and full of explosive power.
And although the opponent was a lady, the power of this kick to the solar plexus was heavy and fierce, utterly formidable.
As a result, after stumbling back a few steps, Wang An couldn't escape his fate and landed right on his backside on the ground.
Actually, if Wang An hadn't been carrying three guns, he might not have fallen. The three guns plus ammunition weighed about 24 jin.
As they say, a single straw can break a camel's back once the limit is reached, let alone 24 jin of gear for a human.
Often, any weight on one's person can become a heavy burden and affect the outcome of a situation.
Now, sitting on the snow and clutching his chest, Wang An concluded that this good-looking woman absolutely wanted to kick him to death.
Mainly because this kick to the solar plexus left his chest aching faintly.
Fortunately, Wang An was dressed warmly, wearing a small padded jacket inside and a large padded coat outside.
Otherwise, this kick might have knocked the wind right out of him.
From Wang An's perspective, the woman wore a standard police-issue padded hat, a long black knitted wool scarf, and a long military overcoat that ended just past her knees. On her feet were a pair of high-top black military boots.
Overall, while the lady had a heroic and spirited air, she also appeared soft and fragile.
No one could have guessed that this woman was a trained fighter—and a genuinely capable one at that.
Because a combatant like Wang An, who was exceptionally experienced in fighting and rarely lost, had been kicked into this pathetic state without the other person even breaking a sweat.
However, it had to be said that the woman's features were indeed very standard.
But in Wang An's eyes, compared to Mu Xueqing, she was still a bit lacking—though only by a tiny bit.
Of course, that was in Wang An's eyes; to others, it would be a matter of subjective taste.
But compared to Shen Wei, Fang Xiu'e, and Lu Yueyue, Wang An had to admit this woman was indeed a cut above.
But, however, but still—this woman was too fucking vicious!!!
Wang An had no intention of showing "tenderness toward the fair sex." In the current situation, Wang An was actually the one who deserved pity.
But Wang An was a grown man; he didn't need pity, nor would anyone give it to him.
Therefore, without hesitation, Wang An reached his left hand into his pocket, as he habitually kept his Type 54 there.
For someone like Wang An, who used every means necessary in a fight, the rule was simple: use whatever method works.
(End of Chapter)