As the sky got brighter and brighter, the two people and the donkey in the deep mountains and old forests walked faster and faster. Just out of some tacit understanding, both Wei Ran and Hu Bazhi, and even the little donkey, kept quiet.
Compared to this tacit silence, Hu Bazhi hung his bow and arrow on the donkey's neck and held the iron gun in his hand. Obviously, this forest may not be safe.
Taking advantage of this time, Wei Ran was also secretly observing the hunting bow carefully wrapped in animal skin.
Can you shoot so accurately just by relying on this?
Wei Ran couldn't help but feel a little distracted. If this was a peaceful time, Hu Bazhi, who could be called a burly man, might have the opportunity to compete for honors in the Olympics.
Of course, he knew better that imagining using a bow to beat Japanese invaders in the bullshit anti-Japanese drama of later generations was just a dream.
Not to mention the high cost of training for this weapon, which has a range similar to that of a pistol, it is difficult to fire from a prone position.
Almost subconsciously, he looked at the front-loaded iron sand gun held in the opponent's hand. The gun was not too long, and it also used a relatively advanced flash cap. Just by looking at the workmanship, he could be sure that this gun was
Eighty percent of it is not a homemade gun like a big lift.
On the other hand, even just from the way Hu Bazhi is dressed, it can be seen that his living conditions should be pretty good.
Unfortunately, now was not the time to ask, so he could only suppress the various questions in his mind and walk step by step towards the unknown destination by following in the other person's footsteps.
When the top of the sun's head was almost level with the treetops, Wei Ran, who had no memory of climbing over several mountain ridges, also stopped following Hu Bazhi.
At this time, not far in front of them, there was a long and narrow cave that was only more than one meter wide and one and a half meters high.
There is a wooden fence at the entrance of the cave, and a nest is built on one side of the cave entrance based on the mountainous terrain.
"Come in and warm yourself up."
Hu Bazhi had already put the iron sand gun on his shoulder while he was talking. With the help of Wei Ran, he took off the dog skin barrels and animal clips, and then led the donkey into the cave. When he came out again, Wei Ran was still there.
He was standing at the door of Diwozi.
"Why don't you go in?" Hu Ba pointed at Wei Ran and asked.
"Let's see what I can do for you," Wei Ran said.
"Need not"
Hu Ba pointed and opened the wooden door of the underground cave, bent down and got in.
Seeing this, Wei Ran followed and got in.
Before he could see everything around him clearly, he felt the heat coming towards his face, and then saw the scarlet charcoal fire in the clay stove on the side of the door, and an enamel kettle on the edge.
"Find a place to sit by yourself," Hu Bazhi greeted, but he had already picked up a few pieces of firewood and threw them into the stove.
Choosing a position against the wall, Wei Ran sat on a horizontal log that was about one meter long and half a meter thick and looked at the shack.
Whether you call it a hut or a hut, the shack is about one and a half meters deep beneath the surface of the earth. The size of the shack can be as large as four meters square, and it is surrounded by a circle as thick as an arm.
The sticks were reinforced one by one.
In the middle of the nest, there is a thigh-thick pillar buried, with a roof like an umbrella canopy. At the top of the canopy, there is a skylight as big as the bottom of a basin.
Fortunately, there is an earthen pit made of stones and mud bricks next to the wall. This earthen pit is spacious for one person, but slightly narrower for two people. However, because of the existence of this earthen pit,
But it made this nest feel extra warm.
After such a while, Wei Ran, who was shivering from the cold just now, already felt so hot that he was about to sweat. Hu Bazhi had also taken off his big fur coat and hat, and even hung his hands on his neck.
on the middle pillar.
It was only then that Wei Ran realized belatedly that Hu Bazhi might be younger than himself - he only looked more "mature" because of his beard and hoarse voice.
"Take off your shoes and get on the kang"
Hu Bazhi, who had taken off his coat, said without refusal, picked up the kettle on the clay stove and poured a cup of hot water for Wei Ran.
"Do you usually live here by yourself?"
Wei Ran took the enamel cup and placed it on the edge of the kang, untied his tattered leggings, and then took off his high-waisted jingle shoes, freeing his feet from the tattered foot bindings.
"Winter hunting shack"
While Hu Bazhi was talking, he reached out and picked up Wei Ran's Jingtan shoes that he had just taken off, pulled out the layer of Jingtan grass inside, and threw it into the stove, "Ho! Double-layer beef ribs"
Leather seven-nail jade shoes, from a landlord's family?"
"You're from a landlord family, so why would you trade grenades for your stutter?" Wei Ran laughed at himself and took off the tattered foot bindings on his feet.
Hu Bazhi smiled and did not continue the topic. He just put his Jingtan shoes against the stove to bake. Then he picked up the rabbit skin leggings that Wei Ran had just taken off and the foot wrapping cloth that was placed on the edge of the kang and turned around.
Just go outside.
"Hey! You..."
"Just rest." Before Hu Bazhi finished speaking, the person had already walked out through the door and gone to nowhere.
Seeing this, Wei Ran could only shake his head and untied the cloth and rope belt around his waist.
What's this?
Before he could unbutton the tattered cotton-padded jacket, a yellow leather envelope slipped out from the hem of his lower back. Apparently, the letter had been hidden in his arms before and moved with it.
The location of the lower back, which was why he hadn't discovered it before.
Picking up the envelope, there was a calligraphy written on it with the words "The First Guerrilla Team Zhao Jinge" and a red and yellow unknown bird feather firmly stuck to the seal.
Chicken feather letter?
Wei Ran thought of this almost subconsciously, and then began to wonder who this Zhao Jinge was and what his relationship was with Zhao Jinyu.
Before he could figure it out, Hu Bazhi had already lifted up the thick tattered curtain and bent down to get in. At this time, he was still carrying a tattered sack in his arms.
"Take off your rags and coat."
Hu Ba pointed out that he had already opened the bulging sack bag in his hand, pulled out a set of cotton clothes and threw it on the kang. Then he pulled out half of the Japanese army's marching blanket, pulled out the knife modified from a bayonet from the cuff, and cut it
It was split into two and thrown to Wei Ran along with a white towel.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Where did all this come from?"
Wei Ran hurriedly took the randomly thrown clothes and asked, If nothing else, this set of cotton-padded clothes and trousers is much thicker, and there is an extra layer of suede sewn on the outside and a layer of rabbit skin sewn on the inside.
Wear one set on your body and you will know how warm it is just thinking about it.
"I shot two puppet soldiers to death a few days ago and took it from them."
Hu Bazhi said, pulling out another set of shirts and underwear from the sack and throwing them over, "Don't worry about wearing them. I washed them earlier and they are not dirty."
"And you?"
Wei Ran took the last two pieces of clothing thrown over and asked, "If I wear them, you..."
"How can we still lack clothes while guarding a mass grave?"
Hu Bazhi said, turned around and got out of the shack again. When he came in again, there was another sack in his hand.
This time, what he took out was a dog-skin hat and a large cotton-padded jacket that seemed to be also made of dog-skin, plus two dog-skin leggings.
Throwing these two items to Wei Ran, Hu Bazhi said with such pride that Wei Ran couldn't help but feel sad, "Try to put it on, they are all made of skins peeled off from man-eating dogs, look at this fur!
One by one, they stand as straight as steel needles! This skin is better than wolf skin."
"This...this won't work, this is too expensive!"
Wei Ran waved his hands repeatedly. Although he came from a later generation, he could also see that this outfit was definitely not cheap.
"How come you are such a bitch!"
Hu Ba pointed out that he had the unique generosity of Northeastern people in Wei Ran's impression. Before he could finish speaking, he had already picked up the two sacks again, "There is hot water in the pot and cold water in the vat. Wash your body and then wash it yourself."
Put on your clothes, and I will burn your old clothes for you, so that the little devil’s dog will not come after you.”
After saying that, Hu Bazhi had already picked up Wei Ran's jingang shoes, turned around and left the shack.
After a moment's hesitation, Wei Ran took off his dirty and smelly rags, picked up the wooden basin in the corner, mixed hot and cold water, scrubbed his whole body, and put on the other person's clothes to help him.
Prepared clothes.
After carefully checking the clothes he took off, Wei Ran put away the letter he didn't know where to send again and continued to look at this warm shack.
The earthen kang was covered with a leather mattress, with a thick layer of pine needles and tangerine grass underneath. On the rafters above the head, there were also hanging noodles bags and a large amount of dried meat, as well as some pots and pans.
Daily necessities.
Just as he had guessed on the way, this was a hunter who was living a relatively prosperous life.
Wei Ran took out the "Feather Letter" again, raised it above his head and looked at it, secretly wondering what was written in it, and most importantly, where was this so-called first guerrilla team?
.
Before he could figure it out, Hu Bazhi lifted up the curtain again and got in, handing Wei Ran's jingang shoes to him, "Put them on! Are the clothes too small?"
"Not too small, just right."
Wei Ran said quickly, and also noticed that the uppers of the high-waisted jingang shoes had a layer of fluffy rabbit skin sewn on the inside, and a layer of smooth dog skin on the outside.
"As long as it suits you, I'll take care of these clothes for you. You rest for a while, and I'll make food right now."
With that said, Hu Bazhi had already put all the clothes Wei Ran had taken off into a sack, and got out of the shack in a hurry.
"Let me help you"
Wei Ran said as he was busy putting on his shoes. This pair of jingang shoes was not only sewn with thick fur, but also re-padded with a thick layer of soft jingang grass.
"Come on if you're not tired." Hu Bazhi had already walked out carrying the sack before he finished speaking.
A little later, Wei Ran, who was dressed, also got out of the den. At this time, he was wearing thickened jingle shoes, warm suede dog skin leggings on his legs, and a robe made of leather and cotton.
He wears trousers, two cowhide belts at the waist, a dog fur coat that almost covers his knees, and a furry dog fur hat on his head.
He didn't even need to look in the mirror to know that his body, even if it wasn't as good as the hero Yang Zirong's appearance in TV series in later generations, was definitely much better than a mountain eagle. Of course, he had to admit that this was true.
The warmth is also quite heavy.
This means that his broken gong and split voice are not up to par, otherwise he would have to sing a line like "Through the forest and sea, across the snow, the original energy rushes into the sky" and so on.
Having had enough of the stinky beauty, Wei Ran bent down and got into the cave that was filled with fishy smell.
The mouth of this cave is small and big, and it can probably park a truck inside without any problem. Naturally, there are a lot of miscellaneous things here, including chopped firewood, piles of hay, and some standing by the wall.
of donkey.
Even the chimney of the cave was built into the cave and extended out through a gap above the head.
There is a small stove next to the chimney made of mud and stones. At this time, Hu Bazhi is busy here.
The water in the big iron pot on the stove was already boiling. Hu Bazhi looked at Wei Ran who walked in and just smiled. He picked up a gourd and scooped out a ladle of boiling water and poured it on the dog he was carrying back.
on the body.
As the saying goes, the fish seller's hand is like a dog on a rainy day. When this ladle of hot water went down, the strong fishy smell made Wei Ran wrinkle his nose involuntarily.
However, Hu Bazhi seemed to have been used to it for a long time, and then he scooped up a ladle of water and poured it on it.
Knowing that he couldn't help at this time, Wei Ran simply continued to observe the cave.
Surrounding this stove is obviously Hu Bazhi's "workbench". In addition to the stove, there is also an anvil that is only used by a blacksmith, some hammers, tongs and other tools, as well as several baskets of charcoal.
A little further away, there are also many leather tubes supporting dogs, foxes, and small prey such as sables and rabbits.
In addition to these, there is a broken table placed against the wall. On it are some leatherworking tools such as leather knives and awls, as well as a set of bullet reloading and lead bullet casting tools.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Just beside this table, there are several weapons hanging.
Among these weapons are the bows and iron sand guns that Hu Bazhi used before, a Berdan II rifle, and two golden hook rifles.
"I snatched those two Japanese guns."
Hu Bazhi, who was busy plucking the dog's hair, explained without looking back, "It's going to be seven or eight days. There are two puppet soldiers driving a donkey cart to deliver dead people to the mass graves. I happened to bump into them. I'm watching them."
He got angry and rewarded them with two arrows."
"So that's where the donkey came from?" Wei Ran asked as he took off his dog-skin coat and put it on the chair next to the table.
"No," Hu Bazhi replied, "those guns were stolen in the same way."
"Why don't you hunt with a gun?"
As Wei Ran spoke, he had already rolled up his sleeves and moved closer to the other person to try to help pluck the dog.
"This work is dirty and smelly, so don't get involved."
Hu Bazhi pointed to the water tank not far away with his chin, "Add water to the pot, and then help feed the donkey."
"Alright"
Wei Ran quickly walked to the water tank next to the other side of the chimney, picked up a gourd and gourd bigger than his face and helped scoop water into the pot. At the same time, he also listened to Hu Bazhi explain, "Leave the mass graves."
Not far away is a forest farm controlled by the Japs. Shooting there can easily attract the Japs. If it weren't for a few dog skins, I would have walked around there."
"That being said, your arrows are really accurate." Wei Ran praised.
"My grandfather is an old hunter"
Hu Bazhi explained, "He built this shack with his father when he was young. He was happy to use the bow and felt that being quiet would not disturb the mountain gods.
He taught me my archery skills. Unfortunately, the bow is good for hunting, but not as good as a gun for hunting Japanese.
My archery skills are okay, I can also shoot accurately with the iron sand gun my grandfather left behind, and I can also use the shotgun my father left behind, but after 20 battles, my accuracy will no longer be good, especially the Japanese gun, I don’t understand.”
"I know how. I'll teach you later." Wei Ran said.
"That's great"
Hu Bazhi said happily, "If I can use the Japanese's gun, I can also avenge my parents."
"them..."
"Let the Japanese capture the young men, and my mother was beaten to death by the puppet soldiers."
When Hu Bazhi said this, he plucked the dog's hair much harder, "The little devil wanted to harm my wife, but she refused and jumped through the ice hole with the child in her belly. No... no
Survive.”
Having said this, Hu Bazhi shook his mutilated right hand, "My hand was bitten by the wolf dog raised by the little devil. I was only twelve or thirteen years old at that time. These old and new grudges, ha... sooner or later I will have to fight again and again."
Take it back with interest."
For a moment, the only sounds left in the cave were the crackling sound of wood burning in the stove and the sound of the two people scooping water from time to time.
"It will drive them away," Wei Yan said after filling the pot with water.
"Run away?"
Hu Bazhi snorted, "It's no use chasing away the wolves in this mountain. They will come back when they smell the smell of meat. They have to be killed. Kill them all. Kill them all. Only then can you sleep soundly at night."
"There will be a day..."
Wei Ran murmured while feeding the donkey, "I will kill them all, leaving no one behind."
"We have to leave no one behind."
Before Hu Bazhi finished speaking, he had already cut open the dog's belly with the sharp knife. For a moment, the smell of blood in the cave became even stronger.
Not long after, the skin-on dog meat with its internal organs cleaned was washed several times and chopped into pieces with a firewood axe. Wei Ran also volunteered to take over the task of lighting the fire, while continuing to chat with Hu Bazhi.
Under his insinuations and deliberate guidance, Wei Ran also roughly learned from Hu BaZhi's mouth that it was the 26th year of the Republic of China, and if Hu BaZhi remembered correctly, the frost festival had just passed seven or eight days ago.
In other words, it is now 1937, around the end of October on the Gregorian calendar, and it is also the beginning of a difficult period for the Anti-Japanese War.
In addition to the most critical time points, he also had a little understanding of Hu Bazhi himself.
Just as he estimated, Hu Bazhi is only 22 years old now. His family has been hunters for generations, and he also has ancestral leather skills. Especially Hu Bazhi, who learned it from his uncle.
Some blacksmithing skills.
It stands to reason that with such ability, Hu Bazhi's life will be good.
But it happened that the little devil took over the Northeast. First, his father captured young men and sent them to mines. Not long after, the local puppet soldiers took advantage of him to go hunting in the mountains, robbed a tiger skin from his house, and accidentally killed him.
His mother.
Afraid of Hu Bazhi's revenge, those damn puppet soldiers gave him the name of the Anti-League, and took the Japanese to prepare to harm his wife, and by the way, they burned down his home and captured him.
"I went back and killed a few puppet soldiers."
At the stove, Hu Bazhi, who was stir-frying dog meat with a spatula, gritted his teeth and said, "I also shot two little devils with an iron sand gun whistle. I was afraid of causing trouble to the people in our village, so I fired the gun and fled."
It’s in the mountains.”
"No one knows about this place?" asked Wei Ran, who was helping to light the fire.
"There's no one. Ordinary people can't come here. The blind bears in the forest are asleep, but there are a lot of tigers and wolves."
Hu Bazhi sighed, "Almost all the old hunters who knew my father are dead, and those who knew my father were almost all captured. I am the only one who knows this place."
Having said this, Hu Bazhi pulled out the tobacco pipe stem, pressed the tobacco, bent down and put it into the stove, took two puffs and said, "I plan to save more leather goods this winter, and wait until spring to sell them, go to Lao Maozi's
While looking for Bentou, I heard that there are no Japanese there."
"yes..."
Wei Ran responded vaguely. He was not qualified to ask Hu Bazhi why he didn't fight against Japan. People in this era are different from those in later generations.
Coming from a later generation, he knew that he would definitely win, so even if he couldn't change history, at least he didn't feel panic at all. But people in this era are different. They really can't see any light at all.
As Hu Bazhi continued to stir-fry, the fat was gradually released from the dog meat in the pot, and the steaming water mist gradually gained some aroma.
Pulling open the dog meat in the pot to reveal a puddle of oil at the bottom of the pot, he took down the two Japanese lunch boxes hanging on the chimney and opened them. First, he took out two dried chili peppers, two grass fruits, and some sanitary ware from the first lunch box.
Ran threw the unknown herbal medicine in.
Immediately afterwards, he dug out a small spoonful of coarse salt from the second lunch box and sprinkled it in.
It wasn't over yet, Hu Bazhi walked to the innermost side of the cave, poured half a cup of white wine from a pottery jar the size of a gas tank and poured it into the pot.
Accompanied by the sound of "chi la", in addition to the aroma of meat, the steaming water mist also contains a rich aroma of wine.
"This jar of sorghum wine was brewed when my father was still alive."
Hu Bazhi muttered vaguely, adding a ladle of water to the pot, and then tossed a few corn cakes mixed with sorghum flour to the side of the pot.
"Brother Hu, do you know where the first guerrilla team of the Anti-Japanese Alliance is?" Wei Ran, who was sitting by the stove, asked.
"Never heard of it." Hu Bazhi shook his head, walked to the cane and pulled out a golden hook rifle, "If you tell me a person's name, I'm not sure I'll know it."
"Zhao Jinge, do you know Zhao Jinge?" Wei Ran asked.
"Zhao Jinge? Never heard of it."
Hu Bazhi shook his head and handed the gun in his hand to Wei Ran, "Teach me how to use this devil's gun."
"Simple"
Wei Ran took the gun and pulled the bolt, and a bullet jumped out.
"Still holding a bullet?"
Wei Ran grinned and pulled the gun bolt repeatedly to eject all the bullets inside. Then he returned the gun to Hu Bazhi, pointed at the rattan basket and asked, "Can I check the other gun too?"
"Whatever, those things were all taken from the Japanese and puppet soldiers. You can take them away if you think they are useful." Hu Bazhi said nonchalantly.
Hearing this, Wei Ran walked to the basket and took out another gun. Just like before, this gun was also loaded with bullets, and it only had one bullet.
Continuing to look into the basket, there are several Japanese-style leather ammunition boxes. The various bullets in them add up to nearly a hundred rounds. In addition, there are two packs of cigarettes that Lao Ba won the medal for.
"Brother Hu, can you share a pack of these cigarettes with me?" Wei Ran asked as he picked up a pack of cigarettes.
"If you like smoking, just take them all," Hu Bazhi said generously, "Those cigarettes are not real, and smoking them will not give you the energy boost of dry cigarettes."
Hearing this, Wei Ran smiled, picked up the two packs of cigarettes and put them into his pocket, then returned to Hu Bazhi with the second golden hook rifle, and carefully demonstrated to him how to operate the hook-shaped safety.
How to load the bullet, and how to use the ruler.
During his explanation, he also noticed that the reason why the Hu Bazhi was unclear was simply because the sight unit of the golden hook rifle was meters, but the sight unit of the Bertin II he was used to was arsenic feet.
Not only that, Hu Bazhi's usual shooting distance is basically within a hundred meters or even fifty meters. This standard rifle can easily exceed one or two hundred meters, which is a range that he has never challenged before.
In other words, he may have talent and foundation, but if he wants to hit distant targets, the only way is to feed him with bullets.
Unfortunately, although he had two golden hook rifles in his hands, they only had 91 bullets in total.
In contrast, the Bertin rifle, which he can reload by himself, is more suitable for him to use for hunting.
Even so, Hu Bazhi was still very grateful to Wei Ran, and even gave him an extra small gift after putting away the two rifles again.
"Take it, I made it myself."
Hu Bazhi took out a long object from the basket beside the table and handed it to Wei Ran.
"What is this?" Wei Ran took it and asked curiously.
"I made knives and chopsticks from Japanese bayonets."
Hu Bazhi said nonchalantly, "If you like it, just take it and use it. It won't be sold at a high price anyway."
After a slight hesitation, Wei Ran happily accepted the small gift. He could tell that Hu Bazhi most likely wanted him.
Otherwise, even if I bear the name of an Anti-Japanese War fighter, there is really no reason why this is both a souvenir and a gift when there is no way to verify the authenticity.
Although he knew that the other party had plans, Wei Ran didn't care. Instead, he looked at the small gift in his hand with great interest.
The so-called knives and chopsticks are naturally two things: knives and chopsticks.
Gently pull out the knife that was modified from a bayonet. The length of the knife, including the antler handle, is only 25-6 centimeters. The blade has been finely polished and is extremely sharp, but it does not destroy the original lines.
It can be seen that this is the front half of the Japanese bayonet cut off, then the blade is drilled, embedded in a slotted antler grip and then riveted.
Of course, he had to admit that this knife was indeed exquisitely made. Even the scabbard, which seemed to be made of deer antler, was covered with a layer of carved silver leather on both ends.
Moreover, there is a hole on both sides of the tail end of the scabbard, and a chopstick made of deer antler is fixed tightly.
"Brother Hu, please open the skylight and speak frankly."
Wei Ran put the knife and chopsticks back into the scabbard from both ends, and said straightly, "This thing won't be sold at a high price, not to mention the outfit you gave me. Together, I guess I can exchange for a lot."
Grenade, so what do you want me to do for you?"
"Brother Wei is a smart man and a cheerful man."
Hu Bazhi was honest. He sat by the stove again, warming himself by the fire while looking at the red stove and asked, "I want to ask you to help me kill a few people. I don't know if you dare or not?"
Hearing this, a bright smile appeared on Wei Ran's face, "Dare, why don't you dare? Tell me, who do you want to kill?"
"devil"
Hu Bazhi murmured to himself and replied, "Who else can..."
"This is not a human being"
Wei Ran smiled and said, "You can only be considered a beast."
