Wei Ran said hello, hugged Mrs. Tang and walked around the back of the Temple of Wealth through the thick snow.
At this time, the Japanese were busy firing in front to suppress them, but no one noticed this.
Amidst the harsh noises of grenade launchers and machine gun fire, the guards followed the low courtyard wall and walked around to the side of the outer wall of the Temple of Fortune. They pulled out the safety pin of the grenade, took out the box cannon, aimed it at the fuse, and smashed it, and counted silently.
After three counts, he held Yu Pozi with both hands and threw him into the courtyard wall behind him as if he was dunking.
Before Mrs. Tang landed, he had already crouched and ran back at the risk of his life. At the same time, Hu Bazhi and Zhao Jinyu had also thrown out the grenade that had hit the fuse.
"boom!"
At the same time as the first explosion sounded, Wei Ran had already swooped into the thick snow, and rolled around so that his whole body was covered with soft, cold snow.
In the yard behind him, the fragments and shock waves easily tore into pieces the copper Yuboshi, and also caused the gasoline inside to explode into mist.
"boom!"
Before the grenade thrown by Hu Bazhi and the two exploded, the mist of gasoline was ignited by the flaming ruins of the Temple of Fortune. The fireball, which was almost visible to the naked eye, immediately swallowed up the space in the front yard of the Temple of Fortune.
"Boom! Boom!"
In two more explosions, the steaming fireball easily ignited everything that had been splashed with gasoline - including the Japs who were busy opening fire!
For a moment, the sound of machine guns stopped, and the sound of rifle fire became sporadic, but the sound of pleasant screams became louder.
Without any discussion, Wei Ran climbed up from the snow, Hu Bazhi pulled out the cannon from his waist, and Zhao Jinyu held the 38 cap. The three of them flexibly climbed over the low earthen gun.
With a tacit understanding, they rushed from the other side of the Temple of Wealth to the remaining enemies who were not affected too much by the explosion just now!
"Pap-pap-pap-!"
Weifan, who had switched the box cannon to full-automatic mode, held the gun horizontally and pulled the trigger. He jumped up against the muzzle and shot out a fan with a long sound, easily killing the eight-person grenade launcher group.
"Pah! Pah!"
Although the rate of fire of the 38 box pointed by Hu Ba was slower, it still worked well together and accurately killed the two Japs manning the machine guns behind the wall.
"Bang!"
The Sanba Gai in Zhao Jinyu's hand also fired a bullet, hitting a Japanese soldier who had turned around.
"Pap-pap-pap-!"
In less than half a second, Wei Ran flipped the box gun he was holding horizontally 180 degrees and squeezed the trigger again to empty the magazine. However, he also fired a pull-back fan again, easily covering the squatting man against the wall.
The remaining Japs had already turned their guns.
After this sudden and desperate attack, the only people left alive in the courtyard of the Temple of Wealth were the ghostly shadows whose bodies were on fire.
Even if those people near the wall who had just been scanned by Wei Ran were still alive, almost all of them had been shot and injured, and were killed by Hu Bazhi and Zhao Jinyu one after another.
"You two take care of the rest!"
Wei Ran said, he had already rushed behind a crooked machine gun, carried it to the side gun, and aimed at the enemy who was escaping from the "minefield" into the woods and was moving here under the cover of the woods.
The Japanese pulled the trigger!
"Da da da da!"
Under this unexpected blow, several of those Japs were immediately knocked down.
The people on the other side of the river seemed to have noticed the changes here. They tacitly let go of the puppet troops who were struggling to charge towards them in the almost waist-deep snow, and transferred their firepower to the remaining twenty or so soldiers in the forest.
On the devil.
Under this two-phase attack at an angle of 90 degrees, all the devils in the forest were immediately wiped out, with only the last five or six remaining, still relying on the cover of the trees, like a bolt-moving immortal.
engaged in a futile counterattack.
"Those puppet troops are running back!" Zhao Jinyu reminded Wei Ran while carrying the second crooked machine gun to Wei Ran's side.
"Don't worry about them"
Wei Ran said while loading bullets for the machine gun, "Continue to suppress the remaining ones in the forest. Don't shoot out all the bullets at once."
"I've also cleaned up here."
At this moment, Hu Bazhi, also carrying a 38-inch covered cat with a bayonet, leaned over and asked, "What should I do?"
"Practice your marksmanship. Brother Zhao will help you suppress it. You two, be careful. The Japs' accuracy is scary!"
After Wei Ran finished speaking, he looked around and reached down to touch the body of the grenade team that was first killed by him.
This grenade team has a total of eight people and owns two Type 89 grenades and matching Type 89 grenades spread all over the floor.
"You know how to use this thing?" Hu Bazhi squatted down to push the bullet into the chamber, and asked Wei Ran curiously.
“This is not simple yet”
As Wei Ran spoke, he had already picked up a grenade and punched it in the frozen snow. He knelt down and put one foot on the hoe board. He held the grenade with one hand and stared at the level fixed on the barrel.
, and by the way, I also roughly estimated the distance to the puppet troops in the river ditch, and adjusted it by twisting the adjusting bolt.
Of course he knows how to use this thing. Back in the jungles of Papua New Guinea, he shot a lot of them with his own hands. And although this thing requires a lot of so-called training, it's really just that, as long as the distance is estimated accurately.
, it is not difficult to use it to scare the puppet troops.
After everything was adjusted, he picked up a small Type 89 artillery shell and stuffed it into the mouth of the barrel, and then pulled the firing trigger.
"Boom!"
The shell flew out of the barrel smoothly, hit the snow in a parabola less than 20 meters away from the puppet soldiers, and exploded!
With just one shot, the puppet soldiers who were in a dilemma in the river ditch fell to the ground. Seeing the meaning, it was obvious that they were not going to get up in a short time.
Again, they have become puppet soldiers. Do you expect them to be willing to fight tooth and nail? Are the puppet soldiers awake or are you awake?
After temporarily eliminating the danger of the puppet army, Wei Ran moved to the position where Tang Pozi exploded just now, kicked open a Japanese corpse that was filled with a burnt smell, and aimed in the general direction of the remaining Japanese through the low courtyard wall.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! After adjusting the approximate distance and direction, Wei Ran simply stuffed a grenade and fired it, but he didn't care at all that this small cannonball could
Can't hit - he just needs to drive those Japs out, or at least let them know that there are people here who know how to use a grenade.
"boom!"
Sure enough, after the grenade flew out, it drew a parabola and avoided the trees around the Temple of Wealth. At the same time, it inevitably hit the pine tree crown where the remaining Japanese were hiding and exploded when it fell.
Even so, the noise was far greater than the explosion of a grenade, and it successfully broke the crown of a pine tree. The powerful shock wave also successfully caused the snow on a large area of the surrounding trees to rustle down, completely killing those Japs.
Shrouded in.
For a moment, it was as if a different kind of smoke bomb had been thrown at the location where the Japanese were hiding.
Just at this moment, gunshots were heard again from across the river ditch, but the bullets did not go in the direction of the Japanese, but instead went towards the puppet soldiers No. 40 or 50 in the river ditch.
Taking a glance, Wei Ran couldn't help but feel happy. In just a short while, the puppet soldiers had already raised their weapons above their heads with both hands - pointing in their direction.
"The puppet troops in Hegouzi listen!"
Wei Ran hid behind the earthen wall and shouted at the top of his lungs, "If you want to survive, immediately fire at the location where the Japanese are hiding! If all the Japanese are killed, you will survive! You two shout together!"
Under Wei Ran's last greeting, Hu Bazhi and Zhao Jinyu also hid behind the earth wall and started shouting, "Puppet soldiers in Hegouzi, listen! If you want to survive, immediately fire at the location where the Japanese are hiding.
!You can survive if all the Japanese are beaten to death!"
After just one round of shouting, the puppet troops seemed to have a backbone. They picked up their guns and started to focus fire on the remaining Japs in the forest.
"Brother Zhao, please go out and get all our things."
Wei Ran greeted, "Brother Hu, take advantage of the moment and quickly collect the loot."
"Ah? Now? Not all the Japanese are here yet..."
"When all the Japs are beaten to death, do you think Shopkeeper Cao on the other side of the river can let us go?"
Wei Ran asked bluntly. At the same time, he had already taken off a canvas grenade carrying case from the body of a Japanese soldier. He stuffed the grenade into it and put it directly on his shoulder.
He still has the task of seizing at least 20 kilograms. The best thing to bring right now is the grenade launcher and the grenade.
"That makes sense!"
Hu Bazhi looked around, and then took the risk to drag back the body that was riding the white horse at the entrance of the Temple of Fortune.
"Stay away! You don't want to die!" Wei Ran was startled.
"I saw a baby!"
Hu Ba pointed out that he had already dragged the body into the yard, and then whistled a few times to "seduce" the white horse into the yard with ease.
"I just fell in love with this!"
Hu Ba pointed out that he had already unhooked a wooden box containing a box cannon from the corpse dressed as a Japanese. He happily opened the lid of the wooden gun box and took out the box cannon inside.
"It's bigger than the one I'm using!" Hu Bazhi said.
"The one that can fire multiple rounds is better than yours."
Wei Ran, who was busy cleaning up the trophies, looked up and said, after all, he had been thinking about getting a box cannon before, so naturally he did a lot of research.
Because of this, he recognized the box gun at a glance through its unique capsule speed machine. It was a Mauser M30 model that was known as the "two short eight-minute speed machines" in this era. It was used by himself.
The predecessor model of that box gun.
However, Hu Bazhi didn't seem to care about the box cannon. He just glanced at it casually and put it aside. He walked next to the white horse that was called over by the whistle and untied a "
"Kowloon Belt" bullet bag.
"What a fucking fuss!"
Hu Bazhi couldn't help but muttered after doubling the bullet bag. This leather bullet belt contained a total of 12 ammunition bags, but only 30 spare bullets were found in total.
The remaining bullet bags contained either a few silver coins, a roll of Japanese money, or simply a pack of cigarettes, a box of matches and other miscellaneous items.
Seeing that there was nothing extra to gain, Hu Bazhi carefully touched the man dressed as a Japanese and pulled out some valuable items. He immediately focused his attention on the cow hides placed on the table on the side of the entrance to the Temple of Wealth.
On Zhaowu's backpack.
While he was busy here, Wei Ran was not idle either. In addition to carrying a grenade on his back, he also emptied two casually pulled cowhide Zhaowu backpacks and emptied all the grenades he had collected.
He put one in.
After the consumption by the Japanese and Weifan just now, there are still 53 Type 89 grenades left, including two signal bombs, four smoke bombs, and six illumination bombs.
The total of these items must have exceeded 20 kilograms. Even so, he was greedy and took another grenade launcher - these can be used as gifts for the anti-Union fighters.
In addition to completing the task of seizing weapons, he also used his not very useful machine gun every once in a while to hit the few remaining Japanese in the woods outside the wall.
With the cooperation of the "three parties", the remaining Japs did not last long before they were all killed. The puppet troops on both sides of the river and in the middle of the river gradually became quiet.
After a while, Zhao Jinyu also came back over the wall carrying Wei Ran and Hu Bazhi's belongings.
"Brother Zhao, this is for you!"
Hu Ba pointed out and handed over the box gun he had just seized along with the wooden gun case and 10 rounds of ammunition.
"Ho! Two short eight-point speed machines made by Dezhou! These are good things! They are no worse than the ones used by Brother Wei." Zhao Jinyu immediately recognized the box cannon as he took it.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Have you done it before?" Hu Bazhi asked curiously.
"This is the one my second brother uses. He said it was given to him by a guy, but his one was made by the Dago Factory, so it's not as good as this one!"
Zhao Jinyu looked at it fondly, and then returned it to Hu Bazhi, "Brother Hu, this is for you, give yours..."
"Here you go, take it!"
Hu Bazhi pressed the 10 bullets that belonged to him into the three empty boxes and said, "My accuracy is not as good as yours. I can still use it if I fire one round at a time. I can fire continuous rounds like Brother Wei does. It's purely
It’s a waste of bullets. Besides, this gun is small and easy to carry.”
As he spoke, he had loaded the three boxes with bullets, then handed the remaining 10 bullets to Wei Ran, and asked, "Brother Wei, what should we do next?"
"Which one of you is the best at talking nonsense?" Wei Ran asked as he took down the two crooked sticks and put them together.
"That must be Brother Hu"
Zhao Jinyu said first, "I can't open my eyes at half-past spring."
"That's okay"
Wei Ran didn't give Hu Bazhi a chance to be humble. He loaded the gun with bullets and said, "Stand at the door later. First talk to Panpan on the opposite side of Hegouzi and ask them where they are from."
"Where are those puppet troops?" Hu Balzhi asked, seemingly not worried about his own safety.
"I'll arrange them"
As he spoke, Wei Ran put the loaded bullet on the crooked handle on the wall, and then loaded the other one with ammunition and said at the same time, "Brother Zhao, wait and guard the machine gun. I won't let you shoot. Don't hold back the fire."
"
"good!"
Zhao Jinyu said and quickly put the box cannon on his belt, "This Kowloon Belt is also a good thing. Brother Wei, please take it..."
"Just keep it, I won't need it." As he said that, he picked up another crooked stick and put it on the wall.
"Listen to the puppet troops outside!"
While Wei Ran pressed the only 10 rounds of Mauser pistol bullets into the box cannon, he shouted loudly through the wall, "Here are the numbers of 10 for you! Put your guns together!"
"We surrendered our guns, if you..."
"Da da da!"
Wei Ran did not give these traitors and traitors a chance to negotiate terms. He pulled the crooked trigger and fired a series of bursts. Then he immediately retreated behind the wall and shouted, "Chinese people will not fight Chinese people! Unless I am forced to do it! It's life."
You decide for yourself if you want to die! I can blow up the ice under your feet even with a Japanese grenade."
"No! We surrender!"
Before the words were spoken, the puppet soldiers had already put the weapons in their hands together, and spiritually raised their hands to distance themselves from the weapons.
Seeing Wei Ran nodding towards him, Hu Bazhi lifted up his belt, fastened the three-handled box to his waist, straightened the dog-skin hat on his head, and put on the dog-skin hat that Zhao Jinyu had just brought back.
Ao, then strode out of the gate of the Temple of Wealth, and also stood on the edge of the river ditch and responded loudly, "When you go out for a walk, which god will come to visit you?"
Not long after, a man came out of the woods opposite the river ditch. He stood by the river ditch with a golden sword, raised his fists on his left shoulder and weighed them. He responded loudly and loudly, "There are clouds in the sky in the northwest, but I am playing the piano."
!”
"Throw it off!" Hu Bazhi said with a big wave of his hand.
"Lanternvine!"
"It turns out to be Brother Zhao!"
Hu Bazhi held his fist from a distance and weighed it on his left shoulder. He breathed a sigh of relief and asked loudly, "I don't know which pavilion you want to worship? Is it right for Cao Da to be in charge of the plate?"
"
"Brother! Is that you?"
Before Hu Bazhi could finish his words, Zhao Jinyu suddenly stood up and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Brother! It's me! Jinyu!"
"Jinyu!"
There was an exclamation from the other side, and regardless of the dirty talk, he shouted and asked, "Why are you here?"
"Where is my second brother?!" Zhao Jinyu did not answer, but just shouted and asked.
The man opposite him immediately realized something and shouted quickly, "Your second brother Jinshan has gone to Maozi's territory! Where is your third sister?!"
"Shanxi confinement period!"
Zhao Jinyu responded loudly, and excitedly said to Weiran and Hu Bazhi, "That's my eldest brother Zhao Jinge on the other side! We just confirmed it, he has the final say over there! Do you want to meet?"
"We should go over here or you should come over!"
Before Wei Ran and Hu Bazhi could speak, Zhao Jinge from the opposite side also shouted. At the same time, others had already run towards the wooden bridge over the river.
Wei Ran and Hu Bazhi looked at each other, took the crooked handle down and said, "Let them wait, there are still puppet troops that have not been dealt with."
"Yes, yes!" Zhao Jinyu slapped his forehead and quickly shouted to his elder brother Zhao Jinge to wait a moment.
"The puppet troops in Hegouzi listen!"
Wei Ran shouted angrily, "Come here with your hands up if you want to live! Kneel down side by side with your back to me, and put your hands around the neck of the person next to you! Put your extra hands on the top of your head.
superior!"
As soon as he said this, the disarmed puppet soldiers didn't even stumble. They swarmed back through the waist-deep snow, kneeling in a row beside them, and at the same time, they
His hands were placed on the necks of the people on both sides.
"Comrade Zhao Jinge! Bring your people over here!" Wei Ran shouted.
Across the river, Zhao Jinge raised his eyebrows when he heard the word "comrade". After a moment of hesitation, he waved his hand behind him, "Old Zhang! You stay with the people from the second team! The first team
!Get over here!"
"Can you trust your brother?"
The man known as Lao Zhang asked cautiously. His beard and eyebrows were all covered with white frost, and his old face was also covered with frostbite.
"Believe it or not, he should have come to join us to fight the Japanese." Zhao Jinge said.
"He came at the wrong time..." Lao Zhang said with a sigh.
Zhao Jinge opened his mouth and finally gave the order, "Guerrilla team one! Come with me!"
Before he finished speaking, warriors in ragged clothes but with resolute expressions appeared from behind the surrounding trees.
Without any excessive communication, Zhao Jinge led them across the wooden bridge and stepped on the sledge marks step by step to the entrance of the Temple of Wealth.
"Brother! It's really you!"
When Zhao Jinyu saw Zhao Jinge, his eyes turned red and tears fell down.
"What's wrong with you?"
Zhao Jinge immediately realized something and asked cautiously, "Mom and dad..."
"Dead, all dead!"
Zhao Jinyu, who was unable to cry, was wiping away tears while telling the story of his family's experiences in an aggrieved manner.
With a silent sigh, Wei Ran took out his camera and clicked the shutter for the two brothers and the dozen or so anti-union fighters behind them. Then he stuffed the camera back into his arms and picked up the boy under the vigilant gaze of the anti-union fighters.
He pointed his hand crookedly at the prisoners kneeling in a row and said, "Listen to me, take off all your cotton-padded clothes, trousers and shoes now!"
"Boss! This doesn't make..."
"Bang!"
It was Hu Bazhi who fired the gun. Fortunately, his shot was only aimed at the sky above his head. "What nonsense is there in the special code? Just take it off if you are told! I saw Tian'er beating a man-eating dog in a graveyard.
It’s common to take off a dead person’s clothes! Are you waiting for me to take them off for you?”
Obviously, Hu Bazhi's threats full of charlatanism are more effective.
For a while, although these dozens of puppet soldiers were not happy, they still took off their cotton-padded clothes, trousers and large cotton shoes.
"Listen up!"
Wei Ran, who was holding a crooked handle, said loudly, "In the forest, there are many Japs in the Temple of Wealth. You go and carry the Japs out now. Whoever carries them out first will be able to take off the Japs' clothes and put them on. The one who is slower, then
Just run back naked!"
"Ta-da!"
Wei Ran fired at the crouched puppet soldiers before they were about to run, and finally reminded, "Pick up all the trophies for me. If anyone takes something they shouldn't, take it one by one.
All 10 of them must die! In addition, I will count to 50! If you haven’t come back after counting 50, just wait for death! 1!”
As soon as this number was counted, the puppet soldiers immediately became confused. Some ran into the Temple of Wealth, some ran to the forest in the distance, and some even pushed and kicked the people around them.
Sent back to Hegouzi.
They are not stupid. Whether it was an explosion or the Temple of Wealth collapsed just now, the Japs' clothes must not be divided enough, so there must be a few who can't get enough clothes. Since there is no way to increase the numerator, we can only reduce the denominator.
"They won't run away, right?" Hu Bazhi asked in a low voice.
"If you can't run away, where can you run?"
Old God Wei Ran replied calmly, then skipped two numbers and continued counting unhurriedly.
When his tree reached 9, there were already puppet soldiers dragging the body they found from the Temple of Wealth and running out, nodding and bowing.
"The guns were put on the sledge, and the rest of the things were put on another sledge."
Wei Ran, who had his back to the Zhao brothers from beginning to end, said slowly and loudly, "Before putting on your clothes, empty your pockets and shake them vigorously! 12! 13! 14..."
The puppet soldiers glanced at the crooked handle in Wei Ran's hand with fear. Without thinking, they put everything on the Japanese soldier except his clothes as required, and then went through all the pockets of the clothes he took off.
She looked at Hu Bazhi until he nodded, then shook the clothes vigorously and put them on himself.
"Put on your clothes and go back and kneel!" Wei Ran, who had already counted to 39, waved his hand and continued counting leisurely.
After he deliberately released the water, all the puppet soldiers ran back before the count reached 50. The only difference was that a dozen of them did not receive clothes. Not only were there many Japs buried in the Caishen Temple, but the yard was also occupied.
Several were burned.
"Those who didn't get the clothes, don't worry," Wei Ran said with a smile, "Kneel down first and be patient!"
After saying that, he handed the crooked machine gun to Hu Bazhi, and after slowly teaching him how to shoot, he turned to Zhao Jinge, who had finished reminiscing about the past, and said, "Comrade Zhao Jinge, these clothes are a meeting gift. Let brothers
Change into something warm quickly."
"this..."
“It’s okay if you don’t wear it”
Wei Ran said with a smile, "If you don't wear it, I will kill all these puppet troops."
"We beg you, please put it on!"
Those puppet soldiers were not stupid, they quickly begged for mercy without even hinting.
They could all tell that although Wei Ran spoke with a smile, he was actually a real lunatic. He was not just talking.
"Are you willing?" Wei Ran asked with a smile.
"Yes! We all volunteer!"
Those puppet soldiers promised in confusion, "We are like bastards eating weights of our own free will!"
After looking at Wei Ran carefully, Zhao Jinge waved his hand, "Comrades, put on your clothes!"
"yes!"
The dozen or so soldiers behind Zhao Jinge responded in unison, but only half of the soldiers took off their tattered clothes and put on thick cotton-padded clothes and cotton shoes stripped off the puppet soldiers.
After half of the people had finished changing, the other half of the soldiers with guns began to change.
But looking at the clothes they had changed into, Wei Ran couldn't help but sigh, what kind of clothes were they?
It is said to be a cotton coat, but it is only less than a finger thick. Even though it has been patched and patched, there are still yellowing cotton exposed in many places.
As for the shoes...
Where can I find any decent shoes?
It is good to nail a piece of wood to a piece of animal skin and put it under your feet, wrap the soles of your feet and tie them with a rope at the ankles.
Most of them simply wrapped circles of rags around their feet, and those rags had frozen into ice lumps on their feet!
After coming back to his senses, Wei Ran looked at Zhao Jinge and asked seriously, "It's cold, please ask the comrades on the opposite side to come over and change clothes."
Zhao Jinge opened his mouth, hesitated for a while and then finally nodded and waved towards the other side.
