In the studio underground of the library, Wei Ran habitually inspected the place carefully before opening the wooden box on the table and taking out the saber.
The six traditional Chinese characters of "Qi Ba Shi" and "Zhao Jinyu" are clearly engraved on the blade of this ring-handled wide-blade saber.
On both sides of the keel of the handle, eight traditional Chinese characters were printed: "Blood debt must be repaid with blood" and "Guangfengheheshan".
There are numerous gaps on the blade. Obviously, this saber may have cut down many animals in the past.
After a moment's hesitation, he took out the anti-Japanese sword and stacked it with the saber in his hand.
Comparing the two, the blade of this saber is narrower and longer, and the handle is shorter. Even so, it is much wider and thicker than a "cavalry sword" in the conventional sense.
Putting away the anti-Japanese sword, Wei Ran then put the saber aside and opened the lock box he brought with him.
In addition to a greasy leather rope and two rags each about the size of half a towel, full of holes and stains, the most important thing in this box is the extremely well-preserved triangular shape about the size of a red scarf.
small flag.
This small flag also has the words "Anti-Japanese Volunteer Army" written in black on the edge of the white cloth used to cover the flagpole.
In the middle of the flag, there is a five-pointed star made of white cloth sewn on it, and on the other side it reads "Guerrilla First Team" in two lines of five traditional Chinese characters.
These two pieces of white and one red cloth, as well as the greasy leather rope, were originally wrapped around the handle of the knife to serve as the handle.
Thanks to the information that his scumbag brother Xia Shushi helped him find, he was almost certain that this flag came from the Northeast Anti-Resistance Alliance.
But it didn't stop there. In what era, who was Zhao Jinyu, why did he hold a saber of the Eighth Cavalry Division, and why did he appear in Ulaanbaatar, Mongolia, together with the Li brothers' pot-bellied box?
There is no answer to everything.
He even doubted whether the herdsman who originally sold these two things to Mr. Alexander was a second-rate dealer who "took out old houses."
Taking a deep breath, he wrapped the three rags loosely around the saber with leather ropes and put them aside temporarily, and then began to take things out of the metal book.
This time, he prepared extremely carefully, carefully wiping and replenishing everything he thought might be useful.
But in the end, when he took out the shoulder pole and the two empty bamboo baskets he got after the Long March, he only carefully wiped and maintained the box cannon without putting anything inside.
Everything was ready. After Wei Ran put everything away, he picked up the sticky notes on the table, wrote down all the items at hand and posted them on the table. Then he opened the drawer and took out a pack of Chinese medicine, popped out a light stick and held it in his mouth.
In his mouth. By the way, he also put his legs on the edge of the table, looked up at the ceiling above his head, and pumped seriously one after another.
A moment later, as the cigarette in his hand burned out, he finally took out a metal book after taking a deep breath, secretly looking forward to being able to use his current military rank.
While he waited patiently, the metal book slowly turned to the latest page, and the quill pen drew a picture.
In this sketch, there is a figure riding a horse with a saber on his shoulder. Vaguely, he can still see the figure's waist, which seems to be carrying a wooden gun case for a box cannon.
Fortunately, during his anxious waiting, this time, the metal quill finally did not write the words "military rank too low":
Act 1
Role identity: Resistance member Wei Ran
Return mission: Kill at least five enemies, seize at least 20 kilograms of weapons, assist team members in completing letter and material delivery tasks, and cover Zhao Jinyu to escape from the roundup.
Sure enough, it started with the Anti-League...
As Wei Ran sighed, white light steamed up, and he also saw the props that could be used this time.
So many again...
Wei Ran couldn't help but frowned. The first thing that floated across his field of vision was the anti-Japanese sword, followed by the Pelikan pen, bearskin mittens, Robert's camera bag, British P44 water bottle, and John
Ston sailor bag and a three-piece silver set of lighter, cigarette case and hearth from Leningrad.
Immediately afterwards, he also saw the ski poles obtained from Murmansk and the Long March poles that would indeed appear!
Before the white light dissipated, Wei Ran couldn't help but shiver because of the low temperature he felt first. At the same time, he also felt the biting coolness of snowflakes hitting his face in the cold wind.
Colder than Pansong Grassland...
While Wei Ran muttered in his heart, he also waited patiently for his vision to return.
After a while, he finally saw clearly that he was curled up and leaning against a pine tree that was as thick as two people hugging each other.
Looking around, the weather at this time was either just getting bright or already dark, with small snowflakes floating overhead, and most of the surrounding weeds and shrubs had yellow leaves.
I habitually looked at my outfit, and on my feet was a pair of high-waisted jingle shoes with beautiful bun pleats on the uppers.
On the sole of this shoe, there are seven spikes nailed to each of them in the pattern of the Big Dipper for anti-slip and anti-wear purposes.
The head of each of these shoe nails is as big as a one-dollar steel drill from later generations, and each one is polished brightly.
In addition to these distinctive Jingtan shoes, each of the calves is also wearing a pair of fluffy rabbit skin leggings.
In addition, there is a set of straw-yellow patches inside the patch, but there are still a few cotton-padded trousers with cotton exposed, and a cloth belt tied around the waist. There is also a wooden handle pinned to this worn belt.
grenade.
I looked around again and saw that there was no one else around, and there were no weapons around me.
However, there was a not-so-wide dirt road not far away. On the other side of the dirt road, there seemed to be graves and tombstones.
Without getting up in a hurry, Wei Ran took out the props this time and looked at them one by one.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! As expected, I was given a lot of props this time, but the pen was out of ink, the lighter was out of oil, the kettle was out of water, and the gun was...
Fortunately, the box gun on the Long March pole had bullets in it. Unfortunately, the three magazines were empty, and there was only one bullet in the chamber.
Fortunately, in addition to the camera and various lenses, Robert's camera bag also contained a lot of film and a single silver dollar.
Where is Zhao Jinyu?
Wei Ran put away his things and looked around again. Unfortunately, except for the sky, which seemed to be brighter, there was still no sign of anyone. However, the scenery on the other side of the road could be seen clearly. It was indeed a mass grave.
This mass grave not only contains graves, but also many naked corpses, as well as at least a hundred wild dogs feasting around the corpses.
Although they were some distance away, as the sky became brighter and brighter, Wei Ran could see clearly. Those wild dogs were really fat and strong, and their fur was shiny and smooth.
grass!
Zhao Jinyu can't be among those corpses!
Wei Ran reacted belatedly and quickly climbed up holding on to the cold tree trunk.
At this moment, he clearly saw something flying out of the woods, which was at least seventy or eighty meters away from him and forty or fifty meters away from the mass grave.
When he subconsciously followed the extremely fast shadow and looked back at the mass grave, a dog had already begun to howl - something seemed to have flown into its swallow!
Just at this moment, another shadow flew out. This time, Wei Ran finally saw clearly that it was an arrow!
The accuracy of this arrow was equally terrifying. It just flew into the mouth of a dog who looked up when he heard the noise!
"Woof-woof! Woof woof woof!"
After two consecutive arrows, the wild dogs, realizing that something was wrong, hunched over and started barking, but they did not find the hidden hunter at all!
"Whoosh!"
Just at this moment, another arrow flew out of the crown of the tall pine tree that Wei Ran was paying attention to, and once again flew into the mouth of a wild dog!
"Ouch!"
The wild dog only had time to let out a mournful cry before lying upright in the pile of corpses like the other two dogs that had been hit by arrows.
"Whoosh!"
After a while, another arrow flew over - and it accurately flew into the mouth of a wild dog!
Finally, the group of wild dogs that ate human flesh finally found the murderer. Suddenly, the still alive dogs rushed over in groups while barking!
This short distance of forty to fifty meters only takes about ten seconds for a wild dog.
But in this ten seconds at most, Wei Ran saw with his own eyes that at least seven or eight arrows flew out of the crown of the pine tree!
Not only was the shooting speed fast, but the accuracy of the arrows was also frightening. Each arrow accurately nailed a wild dog to death.
Not to mention, when he saw the dogs rushing into the woods, Wei Ran clearly heard the continuous screams of the wild dogs!
"Boom!" Almost immediately, a dull explosion came from the direction of the tree.
As a veteran firecracker enthusiast every Spring Festival, Wei Ran immediately recognized that the movement was not a gun, but a marlezi!
Amidst another burst of screams and wails, the group of wild dogs that had just rushed in together in a gang had already rushed out with their tails between their legs in disgrace.
"I fuck your uncle!"
Wei Ran cursed secretly, but nothing else, the wild dogs that ran out came towards him!
"Woof woof woof woof!"
Apparently, the leading dog also noticed Wei Ran, who was standing by the tree watching the fun.
Perhaps the tragic death of its companions just now inspired its ferocity. Not only did this wild dog have no intention of avoiding it, but it also seemed to be preparing to take revenge on Wei Ran who "contained" them!
Subconsciously looking at the thick pine tree where two people could hug each other and the surrounding trees that were not much thinner, Wei Ran immediately gave up the idea of climbing up to hide.
It's such a thick tree, he can't climb it without help!
Seeing the dog group getting closer and closer, Wei Ran reluctantly took out the box cannon fixed on the pole from the metal book, aimed at the dog running at the front and pulled the trigger!
"Bang!"
The clear sound of gunfire not only opened up the mind of the leading dog, but also successfully restored the consciousness of the other following dogs.
In another round of howling and screaming, the remaining wild dogs finally tucked their tails between their legs again, chose the right direction and ran away without a shadow.
"puff!"
Just at this moment, an arrow flew over and landed less than 10 meters away from Wei Ran.
Wei Ran, still holding the gun in his hand, knew that if he had not fired just now, the arrow might have nailed the dog.
After hesitating for a moment, Wei Ran took a few steps forward, bent down, pulled out the arrow and looked at it.
The wooden arrow shaft is straight and smooth, and the iron arrowhead is sharp and tough, with some traces of forging remaining.
Gently touching the black and gray arrow feathers at the tail, Wei Ran hesitated for a moment, then used the cover of his body to retract the box cannon into the metal book, then took a few steps forward, bent down and grabbed the quilt.
One of the hind legs of the wild dog he killed walked towards the mass grave step by step.
Almost at the same time, a furry figure also walked out of the woods opposite.
As the distance got closer, Wei Ran gradually saw clearly that the man was wearing a fur coat, a dog-skin hat, and a belt around his waist.
There was a quiver hanging on the belt and a tobacco pouch stick attached. The man also held a similarly furry bow in his hand and a gun on his back.
As the distance got closer and closer, when Wei Ran saw his full beard and the iron sand gun behind his back, the man also asked in a hoarse voice, "Did he bite you?"
"No"
Wei Ran shook his head, threw the dead dog he was holding at the opponent's feet, and sincerely praised him, "Your accuracy is really scary."
"Where did you get your grenades?"
The bearded man seemed not to have heard Wei Ran's praise, and asked straightly while drawing his arrow and lining up his bow.
Seeing that the other party had no intention of drawing the bow, Wei Ran wisely spread his hands and said, "My own."
"Sir, tell me you're welcome," the bearded man asked warily.
"Report... what are you reporting for?" Wei Ran looked confused.
"It turns out to be a mallet..."
The bearded man muttered, but at the same time he relaxed his vigilance, "The road faces the sky and we go on separate sides, we are not the same..."
"Brother, can I exchange this with you for a warm mouth?"
Wei Ran didn't care what the other party's words meant. As he spoke, when the other party subconsciously raised his bow and arrow again, he pulled out the grenade and handed it over with both hands with a sincere expression, "The dog I just killed is also
Sent to you."
"Where did you get this grenade?" the bearded man asked.
"My own," Wei Ran, who deliberately pretended to be stupid, replied matter-of-factly.
After a moment's hesitation, the bearded man finally reached out to take the grenade and put it on his belt, "That shot you just made..."
"I can't give you the gun," Wei Ran said, pretending to be wary.
"I don't know how to use that..." the bearded man muttered, "keep an eye on the surroundings, wait until you are done with the work, and keep it to keep you full."
"Okay, big brother!" Wei Ran agreed immediately.
Seeing this, the bearded man took out a small knife that seemed to be made from a Japanese bayonet from his cuff, and skillfully peeled off the dog skins of several dogs around him, and then disemboweled them, first finding the few arrows, and by the way
A few more dog legs were removed.
"Help hold it"
The bearded man handed all the stripped dog skins to Wei Ran, then tied the dog legs with ropes and hung them around Wei Ran's neck.
While he was busy, Wei Ran also noticed that the bearded man only had three fingers on his right hand: thumb, index finger and middle finger. Judging from the scars on the missing two fingers, it seemed that they had been bitten off by something.
In addition, he also noticed that although the messy corpses in the mass graves that had been bitten by wild dogs included men, women, old and young, none of them were wearing clothes.
"Brother, what do you call me?" Wei Ran asked as he followed the other person.
"What do you call me?" the bearded man threw the question back.
"Weiran"
Wei Ran, who was holding several dog skins and hanging several dog legs around his neck, replied, "Wei who protects his family and country, burning..."
"I can't read"
The bearded man paused and said, "Burn the dry pot... My surname is Hu."
As he said that, he shook his incomplete right hand and said, "Others call me Hu Bazhi. You can call me whatever you like."
"Brother Hu, are you a hunter?"
Wei Ran deliberately asked the obvious question, "Those arrows you just shot were so accurate! They could hit a target with a hundred steps, a hundred steps..."
"Are you a member of the Resistance Alliance?"
Hu Bazhi didn't wait for Wei Ran to finish flattering him, then threw a piece of dog skin that he had just peeled off to him, and asked with extra determination.
"Ah, yes...yes," Wei Ran said and then added, "Gone...separated."
"oh"
Hu Bazhi walked a few steps quickly, and while peeling off the skin of the next dog, he said, "If you don't mind it, you can hide in my shack for a few days. The devils have been looking for you very hard recently."
"Then thank you, Brother Hu," Wei Ran said quickly.
"You man, you are so polite when you talk."
Hu Bazhi muttered in discomfort, took out the tobacco pouch pot from his waist and dug a pot into the tobacco pouch that looked like it was made of mouse skin. Then he took out a pack of matches from his pocket, lit it, and handed it over with a few clicks.
To Wei Ran, "Want a bite?"
"I can't smoke this, it's too strong." Wei Ran said quickly.
Hearing this, Hu Bazhi didn't force him, or even left in a hurry. Instead, he motioned to Wei Ran to put down more and more dog skins, and personally helped him take off the dog legs hanging around his neck and put them aside.
"Take a break," Hu Bazhi said slowly while sitting on the wolf skin, "How many days have you not eaten?"
"One...one or two days" Wei Ran replied.
Hearing this, Hu Bazhi touched his arms, took out a small coarse cloth bag and opened it.
There was also a layer of greasy yellow paper in the bag. Inside the yellow paper were several pieces of dried meat the size of a finger, and a piece of cornmeal pancake as big as the palm of your hand.
“Just enough for two bites”
Hu Ba pointed and handed over two sticks of dried meat and half a piece of pancake.
After taking the food, Wei Ran took a bite of the pancake that was as warm as the other person's. It was dry and hard, but with a hint of salty taste. Then he took a bite of the dried meat, which was unexpectedly delicious.
Hu Bazhi next to him did not eat, but slowly wrapped up the remaining dry food and stuffed it back into his arms. Then he took out a small gourd that was not too big, but shiny and stuffed with pulp.
"Do you want to drink wine?" As Hu Bazhi spoke, he had already uncorked the wine gourd and handed it over.
"drink!"
Wei Ran, who choked on the pancake, swallowed hard, then took the small gourd and took a sip of the spicy white wine.
After taking this sip of wine, he suddenly felt that his body felt warmer.
Taking the wine gourd handed back by Wei Ran, Hu Bazhi also took a sip, then stuffed the wine gourd into his arms again, and continued to smoke the choking dry pipe.
"Just now I saw those corpses in the mass graves...many of them died violently?" Wei Ran asked thoughtfully, "Where are their...their clothes?"
"Those who froze to death, those who starved to death, those who committed suicide after being tortured by the Japanese, and those who were killed by the Japanese were all thrown there."
Hu Bazhi explained, "Their clothes were stripped off halfway. They either wore them themselves or sold them to get some money."
"This is far from..."
"Have you ever killed a kid?" Hu Bazhi asked Wei Ran a strange question before he could finish speaking.
"Killed"
Wei Ran nodded after a brief silence, "I've killed a few, it's not as difficult as killing wild dogs."
"Where are the traitors?" Hu Bazhi asked.
"I've killed them too." Wei Ran nodded again, "I probably didn't kill as many as the Japanese."
“Eat quickly”
Hu Bazhi took the initiative to end the topic, "We still have a long way to go."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Hearing this, Wei Ran immediately took the last piece of pancake and the last half of dried meat, as well as the last bit of pancake residue in his palm, into his mouth, and then
He quickly stood up, took the initiative to pick up the dog legs and hung them around his neck.
"There's no need to hold the dog's legs, just hold the dog's skin." Hu Bazhi carefully crushed out the cigarette ashes and said.
"OK"
Wei Ran happily dropped the smelly dog legs and bent down to pick up the dog skins. He was just pretending to be stupid, but he was not really stupid. How could he not know that the other party hung those dog legs on him on purpose?
With those cumbersome dog legs, it would be inconvenient for him to even want to pull out a gun - if he didn't have a metal book.
After starting to walk again, Hu Bazhi's speed became a little faster. Wei Ran also noticed while following him that there were more than a dozen animal traps arranged around one of the pine trees.
, all carrying wild dogs that were still alive.
But at this time, these smooth wild dogs that eat human flesh were flying with their ears and tail between their legs, full of fear.
"Bang!"
Hu Bazhi picked up a stick and swung it at one of the dogs, easily breaking its other legs.
While the dog was wailing, he had already thrown away the stick, grabbed the dog by the back of the neck, and used the sharp knife to cut it hard and accurately on the neck.
Its jugular vein.
"It tastes delicious only after the blood has been drained"
Hu Bazhi explained in a hoarse voice, picked up the stick again, broke the necks of the other dogs neatly, and then peeled off their skins and threw them aside.
At the same time, Wei Ran was not idle. He untied the two ropes from the tree with great discernment, collected the animal traps and tied them together. Then he tied the stripped dog skins into a bundle and used the same rope.
He took out the patella on a plate and a stick stained with blood, picked them up and put them on his shoulders.
Seeing this, Hu Bazhi just smiled, picked up the wild dog that had been drained of blood, and led Wei Ran into the depths of the dense forest.
After climbing over a not-so-steep mountain ridge, Hu Bazhi led him to a cave blocked by a wooden fence.
However, just when Wei Ran thought he was living here, the other party opened the fence and pulled out a donkey from the cave.
Putting the dog skin and animal trap that Wei Ran was carrying on the donkey's body, Hu Bazhi then led him deeper into the forest.
Is it possible that this Hu Bazhi knows Zhao Jinyu?
Wei Ran, who was walking behind the donkey's butt, couldn't help but wonder. He was curious about where Zhao Jinyu was, and he also began to wonder who this Hu Bazhi was.
