The windward side of the hill next to Diwozi is almost back-to-back with the cave on the other side of the mountain.
Hu Ba, who was full of alcohol, pulled away the snow with his fingers. With the help of Wei Ran and Zhao Jinyu who had eaten and drank well, he struggled to move a stone that was as big as a car tire.
Behind this stone is a narrow cave that slopes upward and can barely fit a motorcycle into it.
The cave was extremely dry. Not only was the ground covered with a thick layer of cattail grass and a tattered leather mattress, but there were also two oil lamps placed closest to the entrance of the cave.
"When my mountain dog was still alive, this was its kennel. It was a good dog."
As Hu Bazhi spoke, he stuffed the furs and other items that could not be taken away into the kennel, and kept saying, "No one knows whether we can survive this trip. If something unexpected happens,
Whoever survives should come back here and get some items that can be exchanged for money and escape."
"Don't say such depressing words, we can all survive!"
Zhao Jinyu, who was sweating profusely from just eating a dog meat feast, helped push the big stone back to its original position and said, "I haven't made enough money yet. If I don't kill it, a hundred and eighty Japanese will not die!"
"
“You’re right”
Wei Ran, who was also helping, echoed, "Even if he dies, he has to kill a hundred and eighty of his Japs before he dies."
"Then let's kill a hundred and eighty of their Japs!"
Hu Bazhi said, burying the big stone with snow, and then took off his dog fur coat and swept it back and forth on the snow several times. After easily cleaning up the traces, "Let's go! Let's go to the God of Wealth now.
temple!"
Hearing this, Wei Ran and Zhao Jinyu immediately put on their handbags and followed Hu Bazhi while cleaning up their footprints and left here.
At this moment, in addition to the warm fur coats, the three of them were each carrying a 38 large cover. On the belts around their waists, there were four ammunition boxes fixed respectively, carrying the weapons they seized.
of all rifle bullets.
Not to mention, each of the three of them also carried a pistol in their arms - although the box of bastards in Zhao Jinyu's arms was not worthy of being called a pistol, although Wei Ran's box cannon was only in name.
Not counting the Japanese backpack that Wei Ran fixed on his chest, the three of them also carried a sack bag that Wei Ran modified in Mao Zi's style using a sack photo. In addition to some of the gasoline and lunch boxes they had seized,
I also brought a lot of extra dried meat.
Hu Bazhi, who was especially good at living, not only brought an extra lunch box of salt and seized tobacco, candies, cans and other items, but also asked Wei Ran and Zhao Jinyu to help, each carrying a bundle to ensure that they would not be caught.
A frozen wolfskin blanket.
There are those who bring it, and naturally there are those who don’t.
At the door of Hu BaZhi's shack, Hu BaZhi used his animal trap and two Japanese grenades to set up a perfect door-to-door kill. Wei Ran even used the iron sand gun that Hu BaZhi did not want and the remaining
20 kilograms of black powder, even a pot of gasoline, and 30 kilograms of rusty iron sand were used to create a simple incendiary anti-personnel bomb in the cave.
Even Zhao Jinyu helped bury more than 40 animal traps that could break the tiger's claws in the snow around the shack.
As for who enjoyed the surprise in the end, Hu Bazhi, who was no longer planning to come back, never thought about it.
Let Hu Bazhi lead them, the three of them climbed over mountain ridges and bypassed ravines, and rushed to the God of Wealth Temple in Gaoliangtun overnight.
This was said to be only a 20-mile journey, but in fact the three of them walked in circles for most of the night. Only when the sky was about to get dark, they crossed a long-frozen river ditch in the increasingly heavy wind and snow.
"That's the only way the Japs must pass every time."
Standing in the middle of the river ditch on his skis, Hu Ba pointed at a stone bridge not far away with his ski pole, "That bridge was also built by Xu Laocai back then. Even though it looks like wood, it is actually very stable. Not only does the donkey
Cars and carriages can pass, and even Japanese cars can pass."
As he spoke, Hu Bazhi turned around, pointed to a rare brick house not far from the river and next to the woods, and said, "That's the Temple of Wealth. Back then, Xu Laocai was in this river ditch.
When he was panning for gold, he picked up a nugget of gold that was as big as a goose egg. Because the nugget of gold became rich, he donated it to a temple of wealth."
"What happened next?" Zhao Jinyu couldn't help but ask.
"How could there be a later time?"
Hu Bazhi sneered and led them to the Temple of Wealth while saying, "Not two years after donating to the Temple of Wealth, Xu Laocai's family fortune was completely wiped out by his son at the gambling table, and his eldest son also
My front and back feet were infected with the cigarette paste, and I fell into despair within five years.
Later, a fortune teller said that Xu Laocai was also a stick. How could the main gate of the Temple of Wealth be facing the river or the bridge?
The water in this river belongs to wealth, and the people coming and going on the bridge also belong to wealth. All the wealth has gone into the mouth of the God of Wealth, so how can he still have a share of the big stick?"
"In which direction should we go?"
Zhao Jinyu murmured, "Is it possible that the God of Wealth has his eyes pointed at the river? Isn't that all leftovers from the God of Wealth..."
"Hey, hey, what are you doing? Watch out, the God of Wealth will eat you too."
Hu Bazhi said angrily, "Whether we can meet a fat guy in this transaction depends on the blessing of the God of Wealth."
"That's right." Zhao Jinyu couldn't help but nodded, "Then I'll kowtow to the God of Wealth later!"
“Etiquette is essential”
Even though Hu Bazhi said this, it didn't delay him at all. He stopped when he was still forty or fifty meters away from the Temple of Wealth, took out the box from his waist and put the bullet on the head of the gun - just like Wei Ran.
"Staring here"
Wei Ran gently patted the 38 cover that Zhao Jinyu was carrying, and then took off the spear and sack bag he was carrying and put them on the skis.
"Are you walking in front or behind?" Wei Ran asked in a low voice.
"Brother Wei's marksmanship is so good that he can go around the back," Hu Bazhi said in a low voice, "I'll make some noise in front."
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Wei Ran responded indifferently, got into the pine forest next to the Temple of Wealth, and walked in circles to the back of the Temple of Wealth.
This so-called Temple of Wealth has only three tile-roofed houses in total, with yards at the front and back. The front yard has a door but no door panel. Although the back yard has no door, the mud brick wall only reaches the sky.
It is five meters tall and can be swept clean with just one glance.
Before Hu Bazhi in front could make any move, Wei Ran had already put away his gun and skis, crossed the low earth wall with both hands, walked quickly to the back door of the Temple of Fortune, and squatted against the wall.
He listened for a moment, then quickly leaned forward and took a look inside, then quickly retracted his body.
The next time he leaned forward for the second time, he saw clearly that the tiles on the top of the statue of the God of Wealth, which was facing away from him, had collapsed quite a bit. Years of wind and rain had exposed the bones of the God of Wealth.
I carefully looked around and saw that these three tile-roofed houses were neither too big nor too small. The walls on both sides were covered with a lot of pine needles and withered grass. There were still a few bonfires just in front of the statue in the middle.
Traces of food and "kitchen waste" such as chicken bones and feathers were found. Apparently, someone had stayed here before.
"Lu Sheng doesn't eat Lu Sheng's meat. On the south side of the mountain and the north side of the mountain..."
"Stop shouting, come in, there is no one!" Wei Ran shouted at the same time as he took out his gun and skis.
Not long after, Hu Bazhi peeked his head out from the courtyard door. It wasn't until he saw Wei Ran waving to him that he and Zhao Jinyu walked in, holding Wei Ran's sack and gun.
"This is a great place to set up an ambush."
Wei Ran couldn't help but said before the two of them put down their things, this is indeed a good place. As long as they do a little bit of work on the wooden bridge, the Japanese will be trapped here.
When the time comes, those Japs or puppet soldiers want to follow them into the woods, which is exactly what the three of them want to do to fight guerrillas with them.
If they choose to cross the frozen river, not to mention whether the unobstructed river will become a living target for them. Their vehicles cannot go through it, right?
This heavy snow has already made the snow in Hegouzi almost half a meter thick. As long as the Japanese's means of transportation can be disabled, then they can slowly walk back on their legs. Then they will still have to fight guerrillas.
The question now is whether and when the Japanese will come. Before he could speak, Zhao Jinyu had already asked the question.
"They will definitely come."
As Hu Bazhi spoke, he took out a handful of incense from his arms and lit it. After giving it to Wei Ran and Zhao Jinyu, he respectfully bowed to the God of Wealth and inserted the incense into the incense burner before he was convinced.
He continued, "Whether it is the mines or forest farms controlled by the Japanese, they all need manpower. At this time of the year, the people in the mountains are preparing to go back to Maodong. These people are great laborers!
Just watch, as soon as the snow stops, the red-haired people will have to go home immediately. Even if the Japanese don't plan to take action, those traitors and puppet soldiers will definitely be itching for it.
"
At this point, Hu Bazhi snorted and said mockingly, "If it had been two days later, those fat guys with fat pockets would have spent all the money in their pockets on tobacco and prostitution.
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"Those traitors are not afraid of offending..."
"offend?"
Hu Bazhi shook his head and said metaphorically with a clear head, "The wild dogs in the graveyard only dare to eat people when they gather together. If you are alone, do you think it dares to show its teeth? You won't be able to remove its mouth!"
"Maybe they are really afraid, so they will definitely bring the Japs to control the situation." Wei Ran looked up at the God of Wealth and murmured to himself.
"Just wait," Hu Bazhi said, "when the snow stops, the Japanese will definitely come."
"Shall we wait here?"
Zhao Jinyu asked, and at the same time he couldn't help but look up at the roof. This place was ventilated from all sides, and he would probably suffer from old age if he waited so stupidly.
“No need to wait here”
Hu Bazhi had obviously already planned, "I'll bring you here to get to know the place. Come with me. Let's go to Gaoliangtun to find a place to hang out."
Hearing this, Wei Ran and Zhao Jinyu quickly picked up their belongings, followed Hu Bazhi and left the Temple of Wealth, and went directly into the adjacent forest.
They traveled on skis for nearly 20 minutes through this coniferous forest that was also shrouded in heavy snow. When they came out again, a small, dilapidated mountain village had appeared in a mountain col in front of them.
At first glance, this small mountain village hidden in a mountain valley contains only a dozen or twenty households at most.
However, none of these houses had smoke coming out of their chimneys. On the contrary, many of them had obvious signs of burning, or had simply collapsed, leaving only a low ring almost completely buried by snow.
of ruins.
"It's about the beginning of spring this year"
Hu Bazhi led the two of them toward the village and said, "There are 18 households with 71 people in Gaoliangtun, and no one has escaped. The men were sent to the mines, and the old people and children were locked in the house and shot to death with machine guns.
Women...oh!"
"Why... why..." Zhao Jinyu asked in astonishment.
"Why?"
Hu Bazhi smiled miserably, stopped his skis and explained, "Retaliation, revenge. The anti-Union people ambush the Japanese nearby."
"Is that why?" Wei Ran asked in astonishment.
"That's enough..."
Hu Bazhi sighed, stretched out his ski pole, and led them to the gate of a fenced yard that seemed to be relatively intact.
Pushing open the ajar wooden door, the three of them noticed the paw prints on the snow almost at the same time. In unison, they each took out the short guns in their arms.
Fortunately, I pushed the door into the courtyard and walked into the low adobe house. There were no wild beasts inside, but on the earthen kang in the east room, there were...several human bones with traces of wild beasts gnawing on them.
On the tattered bedding that was already moldy and covered with dust, there were still black stains left by the oxidation of blood.
"Come over here," Hu Bazhi greeted hoarsely, and was the first to get into the west room.
There is also an earthen kang on this side, but in the "wagon" hung by a rope hanging from a wooden beam, there is... a little baby that is still filled with the smell of corpse and has long since turned into bones.
"How about... how about we change..."
Hu Bazhi had already covered his mouth with his hand before he finished speaking, and he and Zhao Jinyu rushed out one after another.
With a silent sigh, Wei Ran took off the warm bearskin handbag on his hand, took out Robert's camera, changed a suitable lens, and clicked the shutter on the small skeleton.
Putting away the camera and putting on the handbag again, he took off the bicycle that was originally used to prevent wild animals from taking the child away, carefully picked up the weightless bones in the swaddling clothes, and gently placed them on the dusty ground.
On the kang.
After looking around, Wei Ran found a rusty kitchen knife from the main room, returned to this room, dug a hole on the dirt floor with difficulty, and buried the small body in it.
When he walked out of the low adobe house again, carefully closed the two wooden doors, and tried in vain to unlock the door bolt from the outside, Hu Bazhi and Zhao Jinyu had already left their respective bodies in the pure white snow.
There was a puddle of vomit that smelled of alcohol, and he was squatting at the entrance of the courtyard smoking a pipe.
"Let's go"
Wei Ran casually grabbed a handful of snow and rubbed the bearskin gloves on his hands, then silently walked out of the lifeless fenced yard.
"Do you think we can still drive away those little devils?" Zhao Jinyu asked angrily, his tone vague, full of despair and powerless despair.
"able"
Wei Ran gave his answer in a hoarse voice, but... neither Zhao Jinyu nor Hu Bazhi obviously believed in this answer.
Subconsciously looking around at the small village called Gaoliangtun, Wei Ran shook his head feebly. If it were him, at this time and in this situation, how could he believe that the Japanese could be completely driven away?
In silence, the three of them walked through the crunching thick snow to another small yard, and finally found a relatively clean house.
After a lot of busy work, I lit a fire on the stove connected to the stove, and at the same time, I placed the frozen lunch box in an iron pot filled with snow and slowly heated it.
"You two go to sleep first."
Wei Ran was the first to speak, "Brother Zhao just escaped and needs to rest. Brother Hu drank a lot last night. It's just my free time. I'll guard it."
Hu Bazhi and Zhao Jinyu didn't refuse. After thanking each other, they couldn't wait to wrap up the wolf skin blankets they brought and lay down on the dusty but warm earthen kang. It didn't take long for them to start fighting.
Snored.
In the main room, Wei Ran sat on the bench at the entrance of the stove, took off his jingang shoes, and patiently baked them together with the jingang grass and foot wrappings inside, then put them on again, and gave extra to Huai Lu.
After filling up the tank with oil, he held the big 38 cap under his arm, bent down and got out of the house, wandering around the village like a lonely ghost in the heavy snow.
After an unknown amount of time, he found an adobe house that was filled with a faint odor.
The fence in front of the house has fallen down, and the earthen wall is full of dents made by bullets.
Stepping to the door, wherever he looked, there were scattered bones, tattered clothes, and...remaining clumps of gray hair, a rattle with bullet holes, and a cane still clutched tightly by the withered bones.
.
He bent down and picked up a skull with some scalp remaining. This skeletal human head was no bigger than a small coconut shell. There were two extremely conspicuous bullet holes inside the empty eye sockets.
Putting the baby's skull back into place, Wei Ran silently took out his camera, half-knelt at the door, found an angle low enough and close enough, and pressed the shutter on the piled up broken bones.
He tried to walk into this adobe house where countless innocent souls were hiding, but found that there was no place for him to stay. The ground, the stove, even the stove with the iron pot removed and even the kang hole were full of people.
They were broken bones and remaining grenade fragments.
Finally, he discovered something.
Just behind the ajar door, there are eight traditional Chinese characters that have turned black due to blood oxidation: "Blood debt must be repaid with blood! Recover the country!"
He could almost guess that these were the last words written by an illiterate old man biting off his fingers before the Japanese opened fire on this place.
Did Zhao Jinyu also see these words? So he later carved those eight words on his saber?
Wei Ran subconsciously glanced back at the direction he came from, stood up holding on to the cold door frame, closed the door, turned around, and left here with the 38-meter cap.
"Only kill a hundred and eighty, which special code is enough..." Wei Ran muttered vaguely, and the gun in his hand became tighter and tighter.
