Chapter 1590 It’s not the right time, it’s just the right time
At the entrance of the collapsed Temple of Wealth, the young anti-alliance fighters who tried their best to tidy themselves up, under the guidance of the Zhao brothers, lined up and took turns to tie up the newly captured Kowloon belt, put on the sticks and step on the box cannon,
They also temporarily put on the dog-skin coats and dog-skin hats lent to them by Zhao Jinyu, Hu Bazhi and even Wei Ran.
Dressed in enough outfit to put their families at ease, these young men stood next to the beautiful white mule and in front of the trophies, with bright smiles on their faces that were as dazzling as the snow reflecting the sun.
Looking at the camera in Wei Ran's hand, he let the latter press the shutter towards them.
Until the end, after taking photos of Hu Bazhi and Lao Zhang, Zhao Jinge and Zhao Jinyu, who had changed their clothes, stood side by side, "Brother Wei, please take a photo of us two brothers."
"good"
Wei Ran nodded in agreement, waited for the brothers to be ready, and pressed the shutter seriously.
"Okay, I've taken all the photos that need to be taken, and it's time for us to leave."
As Zhao Jinge spoke, he took off his dog-skin coat and handed it to Wei Ran along with the dog-skin fur on his head.
"You can keep it," Wei Ran waved his hand, "I'm not cold."
"What did you say!"
Zhao Jinge couldn't help but put the dog fur on Wei Ran's head, and then put the dog fur coat on him, "This mountain is not like at home, the wind is cold, and if you catch the wind cold, it can kill you."
After opening his mouth, Wei Ran did not insist. He put on the leather jacket that Hu Bazhi gave him before, put the camera into his arms and asked, "Where are we going now?"
"Get in the car!"
Zhao Jinge just said hello with a smile, but cautiously did not explain.
Seeing this, Wei Ran knew what was going on and didn't ask any more questions. He took the initiative to sit on the sledge pulled by the white mule that Hu Bazhi had ordered. He followed the sledge convoy across the wooden bridge across the river ditch and walked towards the place where Zhao Jinge and others had set up an ambush.
direction.
In addition to the two of Wei Ran, the white mule sledge was also pulling the 50 captured Japanese backpacks, as well as the grenades and artillery shells that Wei Ran had collected. Of course, there were also him, Hu Bazhi and Zhao Jinyu.
Human “baggage”.
"Have we become soldiers of the Anti-Japanese Alliance?" Hu Bazhi asked in a low voice. At this time, he also had an impressive "Nine Dragon Belt" around his waist.
"Yes" Wei Ran nodded, raised his camera and clicked the shutter towards the mule and sledge convoy in front.
"They are really miserable"
Hu Bazhi said in a low voice, "Look at all the tattered clothes they are wearing. They are worse than the clothes I stripped off dead people."
"Are you scared?" Wei Ran asked deliberately.
"Afraid?"
Hu Bazhi spat, "As long as I can beat the Japanese, I'm not afraid of being naked and freezing to death."
"You don't have to bare your buttocks to fight the Japanese. That will only happen seventy or eighty years later."
Wei Ran muttered something that Hu Bazhi could not possibly understand, then lowered his voice and said, "Let's discuss it?"
"Brother Wei is very polite," Hu Bazhi said carelessly, "If you have anything to say, please tell me!"
"When you have time later, will you work hard and modify the dog-skin coat you gave me into a few dog-skin hats?"
Wei Ran raised his chin towards the convoy in front, "Look at them, they have frostbite on their ears and faces. If..."
"Brother Wei, stop talking."
Hu Bazhi waved his hand before Wei Ran finished speaking, "I'll start the process when we get to the place, and I'll make sure everyone gets one!"
At this point, Hu Bazhi stopped, and after some calculation, he said, "If you don't care about style but just warmth, I think those two wolf skin blankets will be enough."
"I'll drive the car, how about you do it now?" Wei Ran asked.
"You can't tell the difference between a mule and a horse, but you know how to drive a cart?" Hu Bazhi asked suspiciously.
"This big mule has been following the front, should I drive it?" Wei Ran asked confidently.
"Alright"
Hu Bazhi was happy and simply moved to the side, giving up his position to Wei Ran. Then he pulled his sack bag over, took out a leather knife from it, shook off the wolfskin blanket,
With a "chi" sound, he cut off a corner of the blanket and cut out a piece of leather that was slightly larger than the red scarf of later generations and was close to a triangle.
The workmanship of this wolf skin blanket itself is quite solid. The outward side is made of wolf skin, and there is a layer of soft rabbit skin sewn inside.
He pinched the two short sides of the triangular piece of leather together and put it on his head to try it. Hu Bazhi took out a birch bark sewing tube from the sack and took out a sharp and shiny awl.
, and took out a spool of the thinnest leather rope, and began to sew.
In less than ten minutes, a hat somewhat similar to a lama's hat was ready.
Although the craftsmanship is simple and anyone knows how to do it, it is just as warm and can cover the ears. The only drawback is that it is not as stable to wear compared to a serious dog-skin hat.
This did not bother Hu Bazhi. He picked up the leather knife again, cut a hand-width slit from the corner of the blanket, and sewed it on the hat. After some gestures, he cut it from the middle, punched holes on both sides and pierced it.
A leather rope was handed to Wei Ran again.
Wearing the hat, he used the palm-sized piece of leather to cover his chin. Wei Ran tightened the leather cord and gave a thumbs up gesture to Hu Bazhi. Not only would the addition of such a piece not only prevent the hat from flying off in the wind, but it would also protect his face.
Protected.
"I'll sew with you"
Wei Ran said, taking an awl from the other party's sewing tube.
"How about Brother Zhao come over and help?" Hu Bazhi asked in a low voice.
Looking at Zhao Jinyu who was sitting on the sledge at the front of the motorcade and chatting with Zhao Jinge, Wei Ran shook his head and said, "Forget it, let the two brothers reminisce about old times."
Hearing this, Hu Bazhi nodded, cut two triangular pieces of leather, handed one of them to Wei Ran, and the two began sewing.
"What are you two brothers busy with?"
Before Wei Ran could finish sewing the first hat in his hand, the squad leader known as "Lao Zhangtou" came up to him and sat on the other side of the sledge and asked curiously.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Uncle Zhang came just in time, put it on and try it on."
Hu Ba pointed out and handed over the hat that was made first.
He took the unattractive hat and looked at it. Lao Zhangtou, who had only a rag wrapped around his head to keep out the cold, happily put it on his head, carefully tied the leather string and tried it on. He was very happy.
He exclaimed, "This leather hat is really well made!"
"It's sewn blindly, so you guys can just wear it."
Hu Bazhi responded slightly shyly, but he had already made a second hat as he spoke.
At the same time, Lao Zhangtou took off the hat on his head and asked curiously, "What do you mean, do you want to give everyone one of them?"
"Not one person per person"
Hu Bazhi looked at the other party in confusion, "Why do we have to leave out a few?"
"I heard from Jin Yu that you are a hunter?"
"Yeah!" Hu Bazhi nodded. As he spoke, he had already cut out another piece of leather and picked up the awl again.
"Are you willing to give up such a big piece of good leather?" Lao Zhangtou asked curiously, picking up the wolf skin blanket that the former had just put down.
"What are you talking about, uncle!"
Hu Bazhi was not happy anymore, and shouted in a loud voice, "How can I still bear to part with a scrap of skin? Don't say that, if you can beat all the Japanese to death and peel off my skin alive, I won't even frown.
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As soon as these words were spoken, the soldiers on the sledge in front turned to look over. The smile on the old Zhangtou's face was brighter than when he just put on the leather hat.
"Okay! That's good!"
Lao Zhang smiled brightly and patted Hu Badhi on the shoulder, "With a great young man like you, we can definitely drive away all the little devils!"
"We have to kill them all, kill them all!" Hu Bazhi muttered vaguely, and the awl in his hand used a lot of force when piercing the leather.
"Old monitor"
Wei Ran sent out an invitation at the right time and changed the subject, "Why don't we find a few people to help? It will go faster. Maybe everyone can wear a leather hat before we get there."
"Yes, Zhang...Old squad leader, please find some harpmen...find some comrades to come and help."
Hu Bazhi first imitated Wei Ran and used the title "Old Squad Leader", but at the same time he couldn't help but change the honorific "brother" in slang to "comrade".
Hearing this, Lao Zhangtou smiled, glanced at the three big needles remaining in the syringe, and said in a loud voice, "Jin Ge, ask your brother to come over and help. Xiaohu, you are very handy, so come and help."
"Coming!"
Zhao Jinyu was the first to respond, but the young soldier named Xiaohu jumped off a sledge in front and ran up to him and saluted.
"Come and learn from Comrade Hu Bazhi how to do it."
As he spoke, Lao Zhangtou sat down inside and made room for the young man named Xiaohu.
"This is easy!"
The young soldier named Xiaohu just glanced at it and picked up a big needle at the same time as Zhao Jinyu arrived.
"What are you going to do?" Zhao Jinyu jumped onto the sledge as he spoke.
"Needlework" Wei Ran raised his chin towards Hu Bazhi.
Zhao Jinyu just glanced at the finished product and the work that Wei Ran and Hu Bazhi were busy with before reaching out and picking up the last big needle in the syringe.
Along the way, as hats were sewn one after another and passed to the hands of the soldiers in front, Wei Ran also made subtle attacks, getting information from the old squad leader sitting next to him, and the young soldier named Xiaohu.
Got some scattered information.
The most critical part of this information was that in addition to Zhao Jinyu's second brother Zhao Jinshan writing to him in the summer and leaving the team for Mao Zi's territory soon after, he also learned that starting from last month,
The Japanese have been encircling and suppressing them. For more than a month, they have lost almost a squad of comrades.
Not only that, there were not only two wounded people in their camp now, but most importantly, they had been without food for four days.
"To be honest, you three came at the wrong time."
Lao Zhangtou took Hu Bazhi's tobacco purse, dug a pot of dry tobacco leaves with his own pipe, lit it and took a puff, and said worriedly, "Since autumn, this little devil has been surrounding us like crazy. This
I'm afraid life will be difficult in winter..."
"Old monitor, I don't want to hear what you said."
Hu Bazhi retorted dissatisfiedly, "When is the right time for us to come? When the Japanese are finished fighting? By then, eating shit will not be enough to keep it warm."
"I think Brother Hu is right!"
Zhao Jinyu echoed, "We joined the Anti-League to fight the Japanese. When else could we choose? The more difficult the time, the more we should come. I see, our three brothers came at the right time!"
"That's right!"
The one who agreed with them was not the silent Wei Ran, but Xiao Hu, the youngest soldier in the anti-alliance team.
Through the self-introductions during the chat, Wei Ran and the three of them all knew that this young soldier named Tian Xiaohu was only 16 years old, but he was already a veteran of the Anti-Japanese War who had been "enlisted in the army" for four years.
This enlistment really needs to be put in quotation marks. In the beginning, he was just an orphan adopted by the Anti-Japanese Alliance fighters. He usually only helped run errands, but he could also help with sentry or transmitting information.
However, since the Japs began to encircle and suppress the Anti-Japanese Alliance, Tian Xiaohu, who was unwilling to leave, finally got the weapons he wanted. In the past few months, he had killed six Japs.
On the slightly swaying carriage, Wei Ran, who was busy sewing the last few leather hats, did not join the conversation and smiled. The old squad leader, who was also sewing hats, did not express his opinion.
On the contrary, Hu Bazhi, Zhao Jinyu, and Tian Xiaohu, who were younger than the two of them, used this topic to talk about fighting the Japanese, the Japanese they each killed, and the "stories" they had with the Japanese.
There is no joy in such a story, it's just that everyone has their own sorrow and the same hatred.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! In these stories full of blood and hatred, this sledge convoy, dragged by the mules, slowly penetrated into the depths of the forest and snowfields.
After climbing over mountain ridges with great difficulty, we finally got into a coniferous mixed forest and stopped at the top of a high plateau.
The terrain here is much higher than that of the surroundings, and there is a low but large nest in the middle that is covered with a thick layer of snow and almost blends in with the surroundings.
"Come! Come in and warm yourself up!"
Zhao Jinge and the old squad leader warmly greeted the three new members of Wei Ran and got into the hole in the ground. The other young soldiers who had already put on their fur hats enthusiastically moved all the captured trophies off the sledges in categories.
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At the same time, Wei Ran was also looking at the rather large den in the heat.
This den can be nearly 10 meters long and five or six meters wide. There is a corridor more than one meter wide in the middle. On both sides, there is a big Tongpa-like earthen kang. Next to the edge of the kang, every three or four meters.
There is also a thigh-thick pillar holding up the roof.
The two pavilions were covered with pine needles, birch bark, and tattered straw mats. At the head of the kang, which was relatively close to the mouth of the stove, there was also an anti-alliance fighter who seemed to have fallen into a coma.
"Comrade Wei Ran, the letter left by my brother Jinshan said that you have some medical skills, please help show them." Zhao Jinge said worriedly.
"What happened to them?"
As Wei Ran spoke, he lifted the tattered blanket from the pale young warrior on the kang to his left.
"His toes were cut off by the cold, and the wounds suppurated."
The old squad leader sighed and explained, "This kid is just 21, and he hasn't even mentioned his wife yet."
Hearing this, Wei Ran completely lifted off the blanket on the soldier, exposing his feet, and then frowned.
This soldier's 10 toes were so frozen that only two big toes and the second toe on the left were left. The rest... were already smelly.
"Why is it so serious?" Wei Ran couldn't help but ask.
"It must have been five or six days. We broke out and moved all night to avoid the Japanese encirclement and suppression. When we were crossing the river, the ice cracked. He stepped into the water and ran all night, waiting for us to stop.
When he came down, his...his toes were frozen off."
After a long silence and extra careful inspection, Wei Ran silently walked up to the other soldier, gently lifted the blanket covering him and asked, "What's going on with him?"
"Falled"
Zhao Jinge sighed helplessly and said, "When I broke out a few days ago, I fell from the mountain ridge and broke my thigh and hand."
Gently pinching the red and swollen fracture, Wei Ran reached out and touched the soldier's slightly hot forehead. After a moment of hesitation, he raised his head and said, "Brother Zhao, bring in all the captured Japanese backpacks and open them. I'll
I have to look around to see if I can find anything useful."
"Xiaohu, go get all the Japanese backpacks and open them on the kang." Lao Zhangtou gave the order before Zhao Jinge could speak.
"yes!"
The little tiger simply stood at attention and saluted, turned around and ran out of the warm nest.
"Brother Hu, and brother Jinyu."
Wei Ran took off his dog-skin coat and dog-skin hat and said, "Find the tin can of candy we found earlier."
Although they didn't know what Wei Ran was going to do, Hu Bazhi and Zhao Jinyu immediately opened their sacks together and found the tube of Japanese candy.
"Brother Hu, you can't help me here. Why don't you work hard now and take Brother Jinyu to get some food for everyone!" Wei Ran said.
"Yes! Look at me! I almost forgot!" Hu Bazhi patted his forehead, and immediately called Zhao Jinyu who wanted to say something and ran out of the cave.
Almost immediately, Xiaohu also led a few anti-Japanese fighters, and sent all the forty or fifty Japanese backpacks into the den, opened them one by one and placed them on the earthen bed.
Although the Japanese backpacks contained a lot of things, the contents were similar. However, there were a lot of personal belongings in those Taro bags.
After some picking and picking, in addition to picking out a few first aid kits, Wei Ran finally found a glass bottle of assault tablets, some condoms, and a thin-edged knife with a bamboo handle and sheath.
After removing the wooden linings from the two additional backpacks, Wei Ran opened the iron tube, knocked out a handful of candy cubes, and said, "Squad leader Zhao, please arrange for a few stronger soldiers to come in and help."
"Just a few of them"
Zhao Jinge had already rolled up his sleeves as he spoke, "Which one do we need to hold down?"
"Two pieces of candy for each person, eat it and then help."
Wei Ran stretched out his hand and said without doubt, "If you don't want to eat, go out and find someone who is willing to eat to come in and help."
Zhao Jinge didn't know that Wei Ran was worried that they would suddenly lose energy due to low blood sugar, and he might not even have any idea of what blood sugar is.
Of course, if Wei Ran could read minds, he would definitely roll his eyes. At this time, Zhao Jinge simply thought that Wei Ran was using candy cubes to test whether they could trust him.
Because of this, Zhao Jinge took the candy bar without thinking, threw it into his mouth, chewed it and swallowed it.
Almost immediately, the other five soldiers, including Xiaohu and the old squad leader, each took two pieces of candy and threw them into their mouths, chewed them up and swallowed them.
After giving out the candy, Wei Ran threw the Japanese knife into the kettle on the stove and slowly cooked it. Then he took off his cotton-padded clothes and threw them aside, carefully rolling up his sleeves.
"Press him first"
Wei Ran pointed to the fractured one, and Zhao Jinge and others immediately surrounded him and held down the wounded man very skillfully.
He found his own bear-skin bag and stuffed it into the soldier's mouth for him to bite. Wei Ran nodded towards Zhao Jinge and others and began the work of setting the bones.
Before he could straighten the broken bones, the soldier was awakened by the pain and began to struggle uncontrollably.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Xiao Shen, hold on, we are looking for a doctor to set your bones!" Zhao Jinge pressed the wounded man's shoulders firmly on the kang and said.
After shaking his head, the soldier gradually stopped struggling. However, his nerves were inevitably tightened due to pain, and his originally pale face turned red from suppressing it in a short period of time, with large beads of sweat appearing.
"Shout out if it hurts."
As Wei Ran spoke, he increased the strength of his hand, and the soldier named Shen couldn't help but let out a muffled groan.
In less than ten minutes, he finally managed to align the fractured femur through the severely red and swollen flesh, and the soldier fainted the moment he let go.
After carefully checking the red and swollen injured leg to make sure there was no external injury, he fixed the fractured thigh with a wooden board taken out of his backpack and a torn Japanese army blanket.
"Let him slow down and deal with the other soldier's wound first."
Wei Ran said, turned around and walked to the injured person who had lost his toes due to frostbite. At present, there was a lack of medical treatment and not even a decent scalpel. He had no confidence that he could handle such a wound.
But the current situation left him with no choice but to bite the bullet.
Taking out an assault ingot and crushing it, Wei Ran shook his head feebly. While distractedly wondering whether there were these two wounded people in a time and space without his own, and who treated them, or even whether they were treated, he took out the He used a Japanese thin knife that had been boiled in boiling water for a long time and gently opened a thin wound on the soldier's foot.
When the dark red blood slowly gushed out, he gently poured some Assault Tablet powder on top. This was the only way he could think of to relieve the pain.
After waiting patiently for a moment, he glanced at Zhao Jinge and others. The latter understood and immediately led the other soldiers to hold down the soldier.
"All I can do is cut out his rotten flesh. I'm not sure whether it can be cured." Wei Ran said before taking the knife.
"Come on, it's better than watching him... do it!" Zhao Jinge said through gritted teeth.
Hearing this, Wei Ran nodded, squatted by the kang, and cut off the rotten flesh on the soles of the young warrior's feet bit by bit. The warm den gradually became filled with a rich smell of blood.
However, I don't know if it was the effect of the Assault Tablet powder, but from beginning to end, the soldier didn't have much pain reaction. Wei Ran even doubted whether he had woken up from the coma.
In this "cooperation" that he didn't know whether it was considered good or bad, but which made him particularly uneasy, he used a relatively sharp knife to shave off all the rotten flesh on the soldier's feet, and then sprinkled it on him to stop the bleeding.
powder, and carefully bandaged it with the clean gauze found in the Japanese first aid box.
Finally, an extra layer of condoms was put on each of the two feet to isolate the dust. However, Wei Ran did not breathe a sigh of relief at all. He just threw the short knife aside and turned around and said, "Come on, it's time to cut him off."
