This scoundrel indeed harbored sinister intentions. Just as he was about to grab the rifle, I was jolted awake, leaping out of my grass bed.
"What do you think you're doing?" I shouted sternly.
Hu Yijian was startled by my sudden movement, sitting frozen on the ground. However, he firmly gripped the rifle's barrel and, regaining composure, stared at me with resentful eyes, sneering, "Zheng, today you're finished!"
He burst into laughter, preparing to pull the bolt and aim at me.
My body's hairs stood on end; was I about to meet my end at the hands of this scoundrel? However, it seemed that fate was still on my side—trash remained trash. Ironically, at the moment he tried to pull the bolt, he failed because the Type 38 rifle was manual, requiring chambering before each shot.
The rifle, being quite old, had a slightly jammed bolt, requiring more force and time to be pulled. This bought me an opportunity. I rushed forward, kicked him in the head, and wrestled the rifle away. Fuming with anger, I proceeded to kick the wretch mercilessly. Hu Yijian cried out in pain, quickly resembling an injured dog begging for mercy.
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After kicking him for a while, I stopped. Triumphing over this waste of space didn't bring me any sense of accomplishment.
The commotion in the cave alarmed the other girls, who were already awake. Seeing Hu Yijian, who had moments ago intended to kill me, brought down and groveling like a wounded dog, they were surprised. Soon, Hu Yijian was on the ground, begging for forgiveness.
Their disdain for him deepened, and Xu Xiaorong felt particularly ashamed for considering this trash as a teammate. She had truly been blind.
"Little Wei, are you feeling better?" Li Lin and the others looked at me with joy.
I was also somewhat surprised. I checked myself, took a few steps, and found that I had indeed recovered, though I was very hungry.
Later, Su Jie told me that my high fever had subsided not long ago, indicating signs of improvement, but I had yet to wake up.
I speculated that this scoundrel, Hu Yijian, had been hoping for my demise due to illness. Seeing my high fever receding and signs of improvement, he couldn't bear it, wanting to steal the rifle to kill me. However, being startled awake not only made me break out in a sweat but also accelerated my recovery. I realized that this scoundrel, despite several attempts to harm me, always ended up inadvertently helping me become better and stronger. Thinking about it, I couldn't help but laugh; he truly was my lucky star!