After a moment of waiting, another team of more than ten people ran over from the opposite side of the river ditch.
Without introducing each other or communicating at all, Zhao Jinge motioned for them to change clothes. The leader, Lao Zhang, glanced at Wei Ran and simply led the soldiers to take off their rags and coats and put on the thick clothes supported by the puppet soldiers.
Cotton clothing.
Taking advantage of this time, Wei Ran also looked at their weapons and equipment.
In general, the equipment of these two squads of about 25 or 6 people is pretty good. There are three Czech-made machine guns, two flower machine guns, and each of the remaining soldiers also has a long gun.
Some of these guns are Type 38 or older Golden Hook rifles, Mosin-Nagant and Dragoon rifles from Maozi, and a few Ma Sihuan.
But without exception, the butts of these guns are nailed with a palm-sized piece of iron or copper. On these metal sheets, you can still see bumpy bumps.
Wei Ran knew that this was because most of the grenades used by these anti-alliance fighters were seized from the Japanese.
But most of the Japs' grenades had to be knocked before they were used, but the anti-Japanese soldiers did not have Japs' steel helmets, nor did they have braided boots with hard heels.
It's snowy in the winter and muddy in the summer. To make a grenade explode, the most realistic way is to knock it on the butt of the gun. That piece of iron is prepared for the grenade. It is also one of the symbols of the resistance fighters.
In addition, each of them had one or two grenades on their waists. Several of them had various pistols on their waists, and each of them also carried a large blade on his back.
When the next group of people also changed their clothes, Wei Ran gave in and said, "Thank you, please load all the weapons and equipment in the Temple of Wealth into the truck."
"Brother Wei, what are you..."
"We worked together to defeat the Japs. Our three brothers didn't put in much effort, and we didn't need so many things."
Wei Ran said and pointed to the weapons in Hegouzi, "There are some more over there. Let's load them all into the car."
After a slight hesitation, Zhao Jinge waved his hand, and the soldiers behind him who had just changed into new clothes immediately entered the yard with joy and picked up all the remaining weapons and equipment.
At the same time, soldiers from another squad that had just arrived also rushed into Hegouzi and carried back the weapons of the puppet soldiers one after another.
"A few of you"
Wei Ran took out the box cannon under the cover of his clothes and gestured at the puppet soldiers, "Those who are wearing clothes, don't be idle. Pull open the roof of the Temple of Wealth. There are still many dead people inside. Dig them out."
Upon hearing this, the puppet soldiers did not dare to delay, and rushed in swarmly and began to move bricks and demolish tiles.
No need to be reminded at all, the three remaining fighters with Czech-made anti-union fighters also mounted machine guns on the earth wall and took on the role of supervision.
"You two can make do and put on these tattered clothes."
Wei Ran waved to the remaining dozen or so naked puppet soldiers, pointed at the clothes taken off by the anti-alliance fighters and said.
At this time, these puppet soldiers without clothes were shivering from the cold. How could they care about anything else? They immediately rushed over in a swarm, put on tattered clothes in a hurry, and took the initiative to help dig out the God of Wealth.
Temple - they have just taken off the thick cotton shoes they just received a few days ago, and now they just want to wear a pair of Japanese leather shoes. Although those shoes are far less lightweight than cotton shoes, at least they will not be worn in this ice and snow.
Wouldn't someone freeze to death?
Under the busy work of the forty and fifty puppet troops, the collapsed roof of the Temple of Wealth was dug up, and the nearly cooked corpses were roughly pulled out.
Taking this opportunity, Zhao Jinyu also listened to his elder brother's ear and told what Wei Ran had done with him and Hu Bazhi.
Wei Ran didn't care about that. He had been counting just now. 18 Japs were brought back from the minefield he had created, and 25 Japs were brought out from the yard just now.
The Temple of Wealth was the first to be damaged by two grenades, burned with gasoline, and the roof was smashed. Six Japanese were killed and four puppet soldiers were killed.
In addition, there was a second lieutenant whose butt was blown open and burned black, and the unlucky guy who had previously been riding a white horse as a target.
After such calculations, there were a full 50 Japs, which was exactly the number of one squad. In other words, they had not only captured a squad of puppet soldiers, but also wiped out a whole squad of Japs.
This seems to be a classic example of defeating more with less, but in fact Wei Ran knows that this is just a lucky accident. If it weren't for the two Tang Pozi who successfully exploded and burned a piece, even if it hadn't been for the "God of Wealth" to take action
", and used the roof of the house to beat the leader of this Japanese team to death. I am afraid that many people will be injured in this battle.
"Brother Wei! This is for you!"
Just as he was looking at the corpse of the Japs captain, Zhao Jinyu also handed over a Nine Dragons belt and a horse tile, "The ones I just found in Hegouzi belong to a squad leader of the puppet army. Look,
!So many bullets.”
"Just give me some bullets"
Wei Ran waved his hand, he knew how difficult it was for these resistance fighters, especially how precious bullets were.
"My brother asked you to hold it!" Zhao Jinyu insisted.
"Brother Wei, just take it."
Zhao Jinge also came over at this time and said, "I just picked up three Spanish drums (Astra 902) and three luzi, and I also picked up three Kowloon belts. You and Brother Hu can each have a Kowloon belt, otherwise
How can we have the nerve to ask for so many xiangzi?”
After a slight hesitation, Wei Ran took over the heavy bullet belt. It was different from the one Hu Bazhi had just ripped off from the unlucky guy on horseback. Half of the 12 bullet bags in this Kowloon belt were stuffed separately.
Two 10-round magazines, that's 120 rounds of ammunition.
Three of the remaining six bullet belts contained spare bullets for horse brand lugs, and the last three contained silver dollars and Japanese tickets, as well as cigarettes and lighters.
In this era, for those who have guns in their hands, especially box cannons, the combination of "a gun to protect the box" is popular.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! In other words, wearing this Kowloon belt on the body and wearing the box gun in the wooden gun box is handsome and domineering, but it cannot cope with emergencies.
At this time, you need to keep the gun in the Kowloon belt and be able to pull it out and fire at any time to deal with emergencies.
It's just that his situation is special and he doesn't need another Luzi.
Thinking of this, he thought for a while and said, "I will accept Kowloon, and I will accept the bullets and cigarettes, but I don't want the cigarettes, lighters and the money.
I'm not used to using the paper towel, I have my own lighter, and I probably won't be able to spend the money."
As he spoke, he turned the handle of the gun upside down, held the barrel of the gun and handed the gun to Zhao Jinge.
After a slight hesitation, Zhao Jinge nodded and happily took the luzi.
Seeing this, Wei Ran then took out the spare bullets that matched the gun, and handed them to the other party along with the lighter produced by the Japanese and the money and belongings.
"We can't let Brother Wei suffer"
As Zhao Jinge spoke, he took out six Mauser pistol bullets from the Kowloon belt on his body and handed them back with a sincere expression.
After a slight hesitation, Wei Ran finally accepted the other party's kindness.
This is a necessary process to deepen the friendship and trust between the two parties before he takes out the letter and reveals his identity.
As for why he didn't rush to take out the letter, it was naturally because there were still those puppet troops that had not been dealt with.
When Wei Ran took off his dog-skin coat and put on the Kowloon Belt, Zhao Jinge also put away the paper towel and asked, "I heard from Jin Yu just now that you know how to use a Japanese grenade?"
"It works." Wei Ran nodded.
“Teach us when you have the opportunity to do so later.”
Zhao Jinge looked at the grenade Wei Ran had just placed by the wall and the two Japanese backpacks filled with grenades and said with greed.
"no problem"
Wei Ran conveniently took off the grenade tube he had just taken off his shoulder and handed it to the other party, "These two grenade tubes and all the ammunition were originally intended for you."
"All... all given to us?"
Zhao Jinge didn't expect Wei Ran to be so generous. He reacted quickly and then said quickly, "Wei is in charge of the plate, how can this..."
"I'm not a kid from Zhanshan."
Wei Ran smiled and waved his hands, put on his dog-skin coat again and said with a smile, "I don't even know how to say such dirty words."
"I don't know Brother Wei..."
"I'll tell you my origin later."
Wei Ran waved his hand, pointed at the puppet soldiers not far away who were kneeling again in a row, and the Japanese lying in a row next to them, and asked, "What is Brother Zhao going to do with these puppet soldiers?"
After asking this question, the puppet soldiers immediately looked at Zhao Jinge, smiling with fear, fearing that this man would send them to see the King of Hell with his mouth tightened.
"As Brother Wei just said, Chinese people don't fight Chinese people."
Zhao Jinge paused and said, "Why don't we let them go back? Most of these people come from poor families."
"Alright"
Wei Ran nodded happily, and then said before the faces of the puppet soldiers showed joy, "Come to me one by one."
After saying that, Wei Ran took out the pen from the metal book under the cover of his clothes, took out a stack of letter paper from a Japanese backpack, and walked towards the backyard of the Temple of Wealth.
"Can I follow?" Zhao Jinge asked curiously.
"bring it on"
Wei Ran nodded happily and asked a frightened puppet soldier to follow him in.
"What's your name?" Wei Ran asked, sitting on the remaining threshold.
"Liu Tiezhu," the puppet soldier with a clear nose on his face replied quickly.
"Where is your home? What are your parents' names? Do you have a wife and children?"
Wei Ran shook the letter in his hand and said, "Think about it after you think about it. I will ask others later. If you dare to tell half a lie, just stay and pay tribute to the God of Wealth."
Hearing this, Liu Tiezhu's face panicked, and finally he answered Wei Ran's question honestly.
"Do you all know those puppet soldiers outside?" Wei Ran continued to ask.
"I know..." Li Tiezhu nodded quickly.
"Who are the two who have the best relationship?"
"Zhang Mazi and..."
"Big name"
"Zhang Dianwen and Li Dayong"
"Where are their families from? What are their parents, wife and children's names?" Wei Ran asked with a smile.
As soon as this question was asked, the sweat on Li Tiezhu's face started to fall.
"Hurry up" Wei Ran asked without raising his head.
After swallowing hard, Li Tiezhu answered the question truthfully with a sad face.
"The one riding the white horse is your captain?" Wei Ran asked an unimportant question while writing and drawing, but did not notice the strange expressions on the faces of Zhao Jinge and Li Tiezhu.
"I'm asking you something," Zhao Jinge reminded.
"It's not"
Li Tiezhu came to his senses and replied with a hint of contempt and disgust, "He is the second Jaap from Chao Moss. He is also the Japs' translator and stand-in. He is also a trap-taker who sacrifices his life for wealth."
"Brother Zhao, please take him back and kneel in another place, and then call Zhang Dianwen in." Wei Ran raised his head with a smile, only to find that Zhao Jinge was giving him a thumbs up.
"I'll go right away"
As Zhao Jinge said this, he already waved the flustered Li Tiezhu around to go back. Wei Ran also took the opportunity to take out his camera bag, took out the letter proving his identity and stuffed it into his arms.
After he collected his camera bag, Zhao Jinge also called Zhang Dianwen over and started questioning him again.
He asked all the nearly 50 puppet soldiers with great detail and patience. When Wei Ran returned to the door of the Temple of Wealth, all the loot had been packed into the carts in different categories. Even the one who was killed by him with a land mine in the first place
The mule had been disemboweled, skinned and put on a sledge.
Not only that, Hu Bazhi even brought back many of the clips they had bought before, and also brought back four or five frozen pheasants.
Looking at the anti-union fighters watching the excitement in the distance, Wei Ran once again took out his camera under the cover of his clothes, shook it at the ashen-looking puppet soldiers, and said, "There is still one last step left before you can go back."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Waiting until these people smiled, Wei Ran said with a smile, "Brother Zhao, give each of them a bayonet."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Jinge immediately waved his hand, and the soldiers behind him immediately took out the bayonets they had just captured and counted from the sledge and gave one to each of the puppet soldiers.
“I’ll take a group photo of you guys later.”
Wei Ran and other anti-alliance fighters returned to their original positions, and then said with a smile, "In order to ensure that you will not harm the people in the future, we have to put on a good-looking posture later."
After a moment's pause, Wei Ran pointed to the corpses of the Japanese lying on the ground, "Each of us hugged one of the corpses and stabbed the bayonet into the heart. When I took the photo, everyone showed a smile. A happy smile. Who doesn't smile?"
Or hide your face and kill those around you! Let’s start!”
After only a brief hesitation of less than two seconds, these puppet soldiers picked up a body that was almost frozen, and stabbed the bayonet into the Japanese's chest with ferocious expressions.
When the forty or fifty puppet soldiers gathered together at the entrance of the Temple of Fortune with their "voting certificates", Wei Ran also retreated to the edge of the river and pretended to click the shutter.
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"Please line up and hand over all your bayonets."
Wei Ran pointed to the sledge next to him, and the puppet soldiers who had been dealt with became more and more honest, and they also lined up to put their bayonets back.
“One last thing”
Wei Ran shook the letter filled with words in his hand, "What are your names, where are your homes, what are your parents, wives, and children's names? They are all here. You all know what I asked."
After deliberately pausing for a moment, Wei Ran continued, "If any of you work for the Japs again from now on, I will send the photos I just took and these address lists to the Japs."
After this K-style threat that transcended the times, Wei Ran pointed at Hegouzi behind him and said, "Don't waste time, I'll stab you to death before the ice that I just blasted with a cannonball has frozen."
Throw them all in and get out of here."
As soon as he said this, the puppet soldiers who were already covered in cold sweat looked at the pile of letters in Wei Ran's hand in fear, and hurriedly dragged the nearly frozen corpse of the Japanese and crawled away.
When they arrived at the river ditch, they pushed the Japanese corpse into the blasted ice, and then ran back along the ditch without looking back.
All they want now is to escape quickly, and if possible, take their families with them! It is best to escape to the pass! The further away from that smiling tiger-like living King of Hell, the better!
"Brother Wei is good at what he does," Zhao Jinge looked at Wei Ran and said.
"Let's talk alone?" Wei Ran looked at the other person and asked.
"Please" Zhao Jinge extended his hand to invite Wei Ran into the backyard of the Temple of Wealth.
"Brother Wei is not an ordinary person," Zhao Jinge looked at Wei Ran and said firmly.
Ignoring the slight vigilance and deep curiosity from the other party, Wei Ran took out the chicken-feather letter that he had taken out not long ago and handed it to the other party.
Zhao Jinge took the envelope and was stunned when he saw the colorful feathers.
"I shouldn't have found the wrong person, right?" Wei Ran asked with a smile.
After coming back to his senses, Zhao Jinge took out a small pennant from his arms that was not too big, but was very familiar to Wei Ran. He unfolded it to the other party and said solemnly, "I am Zhao Jinge, the captain of the first guerrilla team, Comrade Wei Ran."
,can I open this letter?"
"Please give it"
Wei Ran smiled and nodded, taking a big step back.
Zhao Jinge immediately opened the envelope, took out a piece of letter paper, opened it and read it.
But the more he looked, the deeper his frown deepened, and from time to time, he would raise his head to glance at Wei Ran.
After a moment, he took the initiative to shake Wei Ran's hand and said, "Comrade Wei Ran, you are welcome to join us, you...why did you take out this letter now?"
"Aren't you afraid that if you take it too early, you will also say that my consciousness is low..."
Wei Ran muttered something vaguely, then asked with a smile, "I wonder how you introduced me in the letter?"
"My brother Jinshan said that you are a close friend he met when he was an auditor at Northeastern University. He also said that you can speak Russian and Japanese, and you also have some medical skills?"
Zhao Jinge said and simply handed the letter to Wei Ran.
After taking the letter and glancing at it, Wei Ran couldn't help but grin. The letter seemed to be written in Mongolian, and he couldn't understand it at all. Fortunately, there was a three-inch black and white photo attached to the corner of the letter paper.
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In the photo, I am wearing a Chinese tunic suit, standing side by side with a peer who looks quite similar to the Zhao brothers. Behind them, there seems to be... the Forbidden City in the capital?
This was taken in Jingshan Park?
Wei Ran muttered secretly, returned the letter to the other party and asked, "I do know a few words, where is classmate Jinshan? He only said in the letter that he asked me to take this letter and report to join the Anti-Japanese Alliance to fight the Japanese together.
Didn't say anything else."
"He went to Maozi and won't be able to come back for a while."
Zhao Jinge explained half of it, but did not mention what his second brother Zhao Jinshan was doing when he went to Maozi.
Knowing that now was not the time to ask about Zhao Jinshan's situation, Wei Ran followed him and changed the subject, "How about keeping the relationship between Jinshan and me a secret?"
Hearing this, Zhao Jinge stopped and turned to look at Wei Ran strangely. There was also more confusion on his face covered with frostbite.
"Brother Hu Bazhi also wants to join the Anti-League"
Wei Ran also stopped and explained, "Besides, I have never told Jin Yu about my relationship with his second brother. Now that it has been made public, I think it would be better not to make it public."
"Alright"
Zhao Jinge nodded, agreeing to Wei Ran's request.
"I don't know, but it's inconvenient to ask, how many people do we have now?" Wei Ran changed the topic again.
"Counting me in, there are still 25 soldiers in our first guerrilla team."
Zhao Jinge explained as he continued to walk forward, "I am the captain and Lao Zhang is the deputy captain. Each of us leads a squad.
To be honest, you joined at the wrong time, and now the Japanese are focused on encircling and suppressing us."
"It's not easy for me to come here."
Wei Ran said half jokingly and half seriously, "Now that I'm here, I have no intention of leaving."
Zhao Jinge just smiled and did not continue the topic.
The two of them returned to the entrance of the Temple of Wealth one after another. Zhao Jinge first introduced Wei Ran, Hu Bazhi and Zhao Jinyu to everyone, and then introduced Lao Zhang, who looked to be forty or fifty years old, and those
The anti-alliance fighters made an introduction.
As expected, he did not see Li Sui'an here.
Even so, it didn't delay him at all. He took out Robert's camera in his arms and suggested, "It's the first time we met and we won a big victory. Why don't we take a photo together?"
This proposal was immediately welcomed by all the resistance fighters. Without any greeting, a total of 13 mule sledges were driven to the entrance of the Temple of Wealth. Various trophies were placed on the first few sledges.
Under Wei Ran's command, all the Anti-Union fighters, as well as Hu Bazhi and Zhao Jinyu, who had just decided to join the Anti-Union, all sat on the mule cart in groups of three and two, letting Wei Ran press the button towards them.
The shutter was released.
"Captain Zhao, if you have time, why don't I take a single photo of everyone?" Wei Ran suggested.
"That's fine!"
Zhao Jinge nodded, "That's good. No matter who dies with the Japanese, at least the family will always have something to think about."
"Does any of you have a razor? Can you lend it to me to shave?" asked an anti-alliance fighter who questioned the Jinzhou accent in the whole universe.
"Hey! I just saw it!" said a soldier with an accent from Yu Province, who had already run to the sledge containing the Japanese backpack and started rummaging through it.
"Amazing! Today is the Chinese New Year!"
A soldier with a Sichuan accent said happily while holding up a handful of cold snow and vigorously scrubbing his face covered with chilblains and beards, trying hard to make himself look clean and tidy.
"Sir, how about I make some food for everyone?" Hu Bazhi asked, nodding and bowing.
"I'm not a commander, just call me captain."
Zhao Jinge smiled and patted Hu Bazhi on the shoulder, "Let's wait until we eat. Let's find a safe place after taking pictures."
Hearing this, Hu Bazhi pulled the back of his head slightly awkwardly and moved aside, stroking the white horse with red eyes that was hitched to the sledge.
This horse looks really beautiful, with not a few hairs on its body, and its body is much thicker than the mules that pull sledges around it, and it seems to be particularly docile.
"Can this horse also pull a sledge?"
Wei Ran approached him curiously and asked. He could see that this young hunter seemed a little cautious.
However, as soon as this question was asked, not only Hu Bazhi, but also the other anti-alliance fighters around him and even Zhao Jinyu were stunned, followed by laughter.
"Did I say something wrong?" Wei Ran asked confused.
"It's not a horse, it's also a mule, a horse mule."
Hu Ba's fingers slapped the sledge and he laughed loudly and said, "Is it possible that Brother Wei is really the young master of a wealthy landlord? How come you can't tell the difference between a mule and a horse?"
"Is it a mule too?"
Wei Ran couldn't help but look at the other mules pulling the sledges. It's no wonder he couldn't tell the difference. Even though he had already learned to ride a horse through a metal book, the only few times he had interacted with horses were at Maya's house.
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According to his way of distinguishing, the person pulling the cart is naturally a mule, and the person carrying people is definitely a horse.
What's more, this "white horse" is much stronger than the similar ones around it. What's more, Culp and other teachers at the forestry farm didn't teach him how to distinguish between horses and mules.
“The body frame is a bit big”
Hu Bazhi patted the white mule's neck, "This is the first time I've seen this big, pure white mule. I wouldn't be welcome to see this normally."
As he spoke, he opened the mule's lips to take a look, and said with admiration, "You have just grown your side teeth, and you are only four or five years old. It is the time when you can exert great strength."
Just an albino mule?
Wei Ran glanced at the animal's red eyes. Although he couldn't tell the difference between horses and mules, animals that didn't appear often in his life, he also knew that in the countryside, albino animals were basically not pleasant to people.
like.
White cats are bullied by other cats and become deaf. White dogs have an ominous connotation in most rural areas in the north. This white mule may be rare, but it may not avoid the fate of being unpopular.
"This Wei Ran is really a rich young man? He joined the Anti-League and brought a camera with him. Isn't this the same as begging for food and bringing a monkey with him?"
Not far away, Lao Zhang lit his pipe and pot, took two puffs, and whispered to Zhao Jinge, "Besides, you can't even tell the difference between a mule and a horse. Isn't this here to wrap things up?"
"This Wei Ran may not be able to tell the difference between a horse and a mule, but he understands Maozi and Japanese dialects, and he also has some medical skills."
Zhao Jinge, who had clearly agreed to keep Wei Ran's secret, took the pipe, took two puffs and said in a low voice, "This is a serious cultural person, not the half-filled can of water from Jinshan."
"Higher than Jinshan Culture?"
Lao Zhang looked at Wei Ran in surprise, "Jinshan is..."
"But that's bullshit!"
Zhao Jinge returned the pipe pot to the other party, "If my brother-in-law from Shanxi hadn't asked his father to help negotiate an agreement, Jinshan, who had studied in a church school for two years, would have been able to attend Northeastern University even if he had cultivated eight lifetimes of blessings?
Apart from anything else, I guess Maozi couldn't even understand the two Maozi sentences he learned even if he called his father here. Otherwise, he could write a letter to trick his classmate into coming here?
You don’t know that Jinshan secretly sent a letter to me to that Wei Ran, and he said in the letter that if he goes with Mao Zi, he will let his classmate be the squad leader of their third guerrilla class."
"Then what should we do?"
Lao Zhang took the pipe and took a sip, and asked worriedly, "Are we really going to let Wei Ran follow us into the deep mountains and forests and suffer without a single meal? The Japanese have been biting us hard lately."
"Can you still drive him away?"
Zhao Jinge waved his hand and rejected the tobacco pouch and pot offered by the other party. He stood up from the mule cart and said, "Let's go! Let's also let Comrade Wei Ran take a photo of us. We won't have any burden to die with the Japanese in the future."
"It would be a waste if such a young man fell into our hands..."
Lao Zhang sighed and couldn't bear to look at Wei Ran who was holding a camera, looking at the Hu Bazhi smoothing the hair of the big white mule, and also looking at the man holding a Japanese lunch box and distributing tobacco to the surrounding anti-alliance fighters.
Zhao Jinyu.
as well as...
And among the soldiers wearing new clothes, there are more and younger boys.
