Chapter 1591 An early New Year’s gift and the mission of Class Three
In the underground cave filled with the smell of blood, Wei Ran, with the help of Zhao Jinge and others, struggled to set the bones of the broken soldier's arm and fix it with a splint.
However, his "diagnosis and treatment" work did not stop, because these two were only seriously injured, and although the others were not seriously injured, they had many minor injuries.
Wind chill and frostbite are the most common. In more serious cases, you may have a high fever or even your ears may be frozen off.
Although Wei Ran was really not very good at dealing with frostbite, fortunately he knew that Hu Bazhi was wearing frostbite ointment, so he called him in without hesitation.
As for the cold, they just need to ask Zhao Jinyu, who is responsible for making Feilong soup outside, to put more ginger slices brought from Hu Bazhi's home into the soup - this is also their only solution.
With his help, one by one of the 25 anti-Japanese fighters, the frostbite on each person's face, hands, and feet was covered with a layer of frostbite ointment.
At the end, Hu Bazhi was extra generous and handed over the Japanese lunch box containing chilblain cream to the old squad leader, "Apply it every night before going to bed and again in the morning when you wake up. It will be cured in seven or eight days."
Seeing that the old squad leader subconsciously brought his nose closer to smell it, Hu Bazhi explained honestly, "It's made from dog belly oil, ginseng and purple flower grass. It's very easy to use."
"It can be used as gun oil," the old squad leader said subconsciously.
"What...what do you think?" Hu Bazhi didn't react for a while.
"Gun Oil"
It was Zhao Jinge who repeatedly answered this question, "Heishuibaishan is so cold in winter that even a gun can freeze."
"Didn't the Japs' bags we seized all contain gun oil?" Wei Ran asked in confusion.
"Their gun oil is not good"
Tian Xiaohu, who could only sit barefoot on the edge of the kang to dry because he had chilblain ointment on his feet, responded in disgust, "It freezes to the point of ice when it gets cold. How can our old hen's gun oil be so effective?"
"What is the old hen gun oil?" Wei Ran asked blankly.
"That's it!"
As Tian Xiaohu said this, he took out a gun oil bottle made by the Japanese from his arms and handed it to Wei Ran to look at. He kept explaining, "This is the chicken oil boiled by old hens and mixed with it."
I made my own cottonseed oil, which is much better than the Japanese gun oil, and it won't freeze no matter how cold the weather is."
Hearing this, Wei Ran couldn't help but grin. At least in this era, this mineral oil was definitely not as good as animal fat. He just didn't expect that these anti-alliance fighters had already discovered this.
It's just a pity that such valuable combat experience has not been passed down. If Yang Zirong, the bandit-suppressing hero a few years later, knew such a method, maybe...
“In fact, it can also cure chilblains.”
Another soldier sitting next to Tian Xiaohu, who had just applied chilblain ointment, added honestly, "You can use it to eat when you are hungry or anxious, or you can use it as an oil lamp, but no one is willing to part with it."
"It doesn't matter if a person is hungry for a few times or freezes for a while. If God freezes this gun and stops firing, how can it kill the Japanese?" Another soldier said matter-of-factly.
"I'm going to boil the oil out of that big mule right now!"
Hu Bazhi had already turned around and got out of the hole before he finished speaking.
"I'll go help too." Before Wei Ran could finish his words, he had already returned the gun oil can to Tian Xiaohu, put on his dog-skin hat and chased him out.
"Let's go and have a look too"
As he spoke, Lao Zhangtou wrapped his feet in a bandage and put on his cotton shoes. He also filled his pipe pot with the Japanese tobacco shredded by Hu Bazhi and Wei Ran. Before that, they had even used the shredded tobacco.
I have been "without food" for more than half a month, and I am relying on some dry lichen to relieve my addiction.
Hearing this, Zhao Jinge also wrapped his feet and put on large-toe cotton shoes, carefully put on the leather hat Zhao Jinyu made for him, and walked out of the warm nest.
It was quite a tacit understanding that before the two people left the den, they all looked at the trophies piled on the ground on the deepest kang of the den.
Not to mention the long guns that haven't been brought in yet, the 50 Japanese backpacks piled at the end of the kang are a good thing. Not only do they have rice that they haven't eaten in a long time, but also thick waterproof canvas and marching materials.
Blankets and even socks, shovels and other scarce items.
Especially in the lunch box fixed on the bag, there are usually one or two Japanese canned beef, some biscuits and even what seems to be soy sauce and other condiments.
As for those Taro bags, there were mostly miscellaneous items, including some cash and property, and even things like candies and letters from home, not to mention those kettles.
Of course, compared to these objects, what made all the anti-alliance fighters unable to take their eyes away were actually the captured bullets, as well as grenades, grenade launchers and even the long guns placed outside.
According to the Japanese standards, a single soldier carries 120 5 rounds of ammunition. Although the grenade group carries less, the machine gun group carries more. After subtracting the consumption of the previous brief exchange of fire, based on rough calculation, the bullets alone this time
At least five to six thousand rounds were seized.
That's it, not counting the thirty or forty rounds of various types of bullets carried by the puppet soldiers per capita. If we include the bullets they carried, at least six or seven thousand rounds of bullets were seized this time.
Not to mention, they also received cotton-padded clothes that were almost life-saving, as well as the 13 mule sledges outside.
For the anti-alliance fighters under such adversity, this was definitely a great victory, a great gift, and an unexpected supply that needed to be digested as soon as possible.
"We can't eat so much food, so we need to share it as soon as possible."
As soon as he walked out of the underground den, Zhao Jinge whispered worriedly, "Also, to move as soon as possible before the Japanese discover this place, it is best to send Xiao Shen and the others away, to a safer place, or to
Go to my fellow countryman’s house.”
"How do you plan to divide it?" Lao Zhangtou asked.
"Let our comrades get the equipment first," Zhao Jinge thought for a moment and continued, "Send the rest to the Army Commander and let him distribute it."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Who are you going to let go?" Lao Zhangtou asked the second key question.
"What do you think?" Zhao Jinge threw the question back this time.
"The soldiers of the third squad should take charge," Lao Zhangtou said.
Hearing this, Zhao Jinge was stunned for a moment. Class Three... apart from Zhao Jinshan who went to Maozi's territory to deliver the letter, Class Three... wasn't there only Tian Xiaohu?
"Also, these three new soldiers should also join the third squad." Lao Zhangtou continued.
"No need for Jin Yu, let him stay in the first class." Zhao Jinge said without thinking.
"With such a new recruit, if you don't think it's a burden, others won't think it's a burden?"
Lao Zhang puffed his pipe and snorted, "When the time comes, he can't run anymore, will you carry him on your back or should I carry him?"
Seeing that Zhao Jinge didn't speak, Old Zhangtou said leisurely after a moment of silence, "At least... I'll leave a queen for your old Zhao family..."
"Where are the other soldiers?" Zhao Jinge asked.
"Are there any recruits among the other soldiers?" Lao Zhangtou asked angrily.
Seeing that Zhao Jinge was silent, Lao Zhangtou took another puff on his pipe and handed it over, "That's it, let Xiaohu and the three newcomers be responsible for transporting supplies together."
After a short pause, Lao Zhangtou lowered his voice and said, "In addition to the supplies, we also need to send Wei Ran over. People like him will be useless if they stay in our guerrilla team. Remember to give him
The military commander should write a letter to explain the situation."
"It's time to write a letter." Zhao Jinge couldn't help but nodded.
Lao Zhangtou thought for a while and said, "By the way, I will also pass on the news I got a few days ago."
"good"
Zhao Jinge simply agreed, "I'll write a letter right away."
"Let them leave as soon as possible," Lao Zhangtou warned uneasily, "leave tonight."
When the two of them stood at the door of Diwozi making a decision, not far away, Wei Ran also helped Hu Bazhi cut off the fat, suet and other parts of the big mule that was killed by the bomb and threw it in
A large iron pot placed in a nest of a pine tree was slowly cooking.
In another tree nest not far away, two other large pots guarded by Zhao Jinyu were stewing large pieces of mule meat and the Feilong soup that was about to be cooked.
While the oil was boiling, Hu Bazhi also took it upon himself to scrape off the minced meat from the inside of the mule skin and throw it into the oil boiling pot. Then he cut it into pieces, and at the same time kept explaining, "This
I guess Zhang Daluo's leather can sew a pair of jingang shoes for each of you. Although they are not as good as the ones you wear on your feet, at least they can be worn outside the big cotton shoes to keep out the ice and snow and save shoes."
"Don't you need to tan the leather?" Wei Ran asked curiously.
"No need, it's just outside, so it doesn't matter if it's hard."
Hu Bazhi said, already picking up the cut leather, "Brother Wei, just guard the frying pan. I'll go back and ask them to help sew together, so it can go faster."
"Okay." Wei Ran nodded and watched Hu Bazhi get into the hole in the ground.
Almost at the same time that he was fishing out the browned oil residue from the oil pan, Zhao Jinyu next to him also used a large birch bark spoon to fill the captured Japanese lunch boxes with stewed mule meat.
, and Weiran gave each of them a tray of oil residue sprinkled with coarse salt.
First, they put these steaming lunch boxes into the den, and then Wei Ran and his two men carried the Feilong soup and the pot in, filling a lunch box lid full of hot soup for each anti-alliance soldier.
After Tian Xiaohu gave each person another boiled potato, the soldiers sat side by side on the edge of the kang, drying their feet smeared with chilblain cream while learning from Hu Bazhi how to sew simple Jingtan shoes.
Finally, under the repeated urging of Wei Ran and Zhao Jinyu, he put down all kinds of sewing needles or any similar things that he had taken out of the Japs' bags, as well as the ones that were only half sewn.
Jintan shoes.
"Thanks to Comrade Wei Ran, Comrade Hu Bazhi, and Comrade Zhao Jinyu."
Zhao Jinge held his lunch box and said, "Comrades, we have celebrated the New Year in advance! Today we have a full belly!"
Before the soldiers who had already received their lunch boxes cheered, Hu Bazhi took out his wine gourd from his arms and said shyly, "Meat is not enough for the Chinese New Year. I...I have more here."
There is a gourd of sorghum wine."
"I also have a kettle of sorghum wine here!" Zhao Jinyu said with a silly smile, "I stole it from Brother Hu's house."
"I already knew it," Hu Ba said with a smile.
Hearing this, Zhao Jinyu just scratched the back of his head and laughed silly, but Wei Ran, who had also wanted to take out the stolen wine and share it with everyone, wisely chose to give up.
Soon, Zhao Jinyu and Hu Bazhi each emptied the kettles and wine gourds containing sorghum wine. Each of the twenty-something soldiers also received a small half cup of mellow sorghum wine.
Taking this opportunity, Wei Ran quietly retreated to the door of the underground cave, raised his Robert camera with a wide-angle lens, and took a photo of these happy young soldiers holding cups as if they were really celebrating the New Year.
"Captain Zhao, Senior Squad Leader Zhang."
Wei Ran touched the small aluminum bowl distributed by the Japanese to the two men, then took a sip of the sorghum wine in the cup, and then asked, "I want to ask you a question."
"What's the problem?" Zhao Jinge also took a sip of sorghum wine and asked curiously.
Glancing at Lao Zhangtou, who was also staring at him curiously, Wei Ran hesitated and asked, "If... I mean, if I have two baskets with things in them that I plan to give to you, you guys
What do you most want to have in it now?”
"What kind of problem is this?" Lao Zhangtou asked in confusion.
"Isn't this a way to celebrate the New Year in advance? Just talk nonsense!"
Wei Ran laughed and said, "So I want to ask you what New Year gifts you want most, such as guns, bullets, medicine, food and drink, or..."
"If there really were two baskets"
Tian Xiaohu put down the bones he had chewed and said, "I want two baskets of Japanese heads. The bigger the officer, the better."
"You have some weird ideas!"
The soldier with the Sichuan accent laughed loudly and said, "I would rather have my housewife and blind uncle in that basket for more chatting!"
"What are you letting them do?"
A young soldier who obviously grew up in the north asked, imitating the former's Sichuan accent, and as expected, the soldiers in the cave burst into laughter.
"Brother, don't imitate my speech!"
The soldier from Sichuan and Sichuan held a lunch box in one hand and a piece of mule meat in the other and said loudly, "I wonder what happened to my mother-in-law!"
"Old Li, you miss your mother-in-law as much as you want your mother-in-law, so what are you doing with your blind uncle?" Another soldier asked happily while chewing on a big piece of meat.
"My blind uncle is terrible!"
The soldier, who was called Lao Li but looked to be no more than thirty years old like Zhao Jinge, swallowed the meat in his mouth and argued, "He is very accurate in fortune-telling. He is simply a divine fortune teller! I want him to tell fortunes."
By the way, at some point will we be able to drive away the Japanese!"
As soon as these words were said, the den fell silent for a moment, and then the soldiers also spoke one after another. More and more strange things appeared in the two non-existent bamboo baskets.
It's a pity...
None of the "New Year gifts" they want can be prepared in advance for them by Weiran.
He couldn't even speak, couldn't express even a few words of encouragement to these desperate soldiers who couldn't see any hope but were still extremely optimistic.
Amid the increasingly lively discussion, the soldiers also filled their bellies with mule meat, and after drinking a few sips of the few wines in the bowl, each poured in several large bowls of scalding Feilong soup.
However, these warriors who were sweating profusely did not rest. Most of them kept picking up the greasy mule skin with a slight fishy smell and continued to give it to them under the guidance of Hu Bazhi.
Their newly acquired large cotton shoes were sewn with jingle shoes on the outside.
In addition, Lao Zhang ordered a few soldiers and led them quietly out of the cave to who knows where.
"Comrade Wei Ran, how about doing me a favor?"
Zhao Jinge, who was also sewing Jintan shoes, spoke before Wei Ran was about to sew shoes for the soldiers who left.
"What do you need me to do?" Wei Ran asked curiously.
"Write a letter to the family for everyone," Zhao Jinge said abruptly, "Wait for you to develop the photos and send them back together with their family letters."
"That's...ok" Wei Ran nodded and agreed.
"Just follow the order in which you took photos of the big guys."
Before Zhao Jinge finished speaking, a soldier quickly said, "I am the first, I come first!"
"I'll go find..."
"I've prepared everything for you," Zhao Jinge said, taking out a thick stack of Japanese letter paper from the kang and handing it to Wei Ran.
"Then come on..."
As Wei Ran said this, he pulled a small stool over and sat on the edge of the kang, using the cover of his coat pocket to take out the pen.
In fact, ever since he entered the battlefield in Teng County and came back alive, he has been practicing traditional Chinese characters intentionally or unintentionally, especially after the "beating" of the love letter, and now writing a letter in traditional Chinese characters is not a problem for him.
It's difficult. At best, I forget to write when I pick up my pen occasionally. Then I'll probably just use simplified Chinese characters instead.
"I want to write a letter to my mother, but I don't know if she is still alive..."
The soldier sat on the edge of the kang next to Wei Ran, sewing his jade shoes while telling him how much he missed and worried about his mother, how good his life was here, how brave he was in fighting the Japanese, and what he had achieved.
achievements, and the guarantee that the Japanese will be driven away.
In this letter ghostwritten by Wei Ran, there is nothing worrying about difficulties, even if...
Wei Ran couldn't help but look at the large frostbite on the soldier's face and his left ear, which had lost most of its frostbite.
"Hey! Lie to my mother so that he won't worry."
The soldier scratched the back of his head in embarrassment and explained, "My mother only has a son like me. If she knows how hard it is here, she will have to come here."
"Yes...it's time to lie to her old man."
Wei Ran sighed silently, "Is there anything else you want to say? I can write a lot more on this paper."
"Instructions..."
The soldier grinned, wiped his face, and said vaguely while continuing to sew the greasy shoes, "Tell her to dress warmly, eat well, and remember...remember to cook for my father for me."
A few pieces of paper. That's all..."
"good"
Wei Ran nodded after writing the last few strokes, "What is the address?"
"Lingyuan County, Rehe Province..." The soldier reported an address that haunted him without thinking.
"I will deliver it for you"
Wei Ran raised his head and looked at the other party seriously, "Including your photo."
"Thank you! Thank you!"
The soldier excitedly bowed to Wei Ran repeatedly, and at the same time, the latter quickly stood up to stop him. He... how could he be qualified to accept such a thank you gift?
For most of the next day, Wei Ran sat on the edge of the kang and wrote a letter home to each of the 19 soldiers in the diwozi, except for the two patients, the Zhao brothers and Hu Bazhi.
"The only ones left are the old squad leader and a few others. Where have they gone?" Wei Ran asked while putting the letter away, "I'll go find them right now."
"No"
Zhao Jinge gritted his teeth and put the horsehide leather shoes he had sewn on his own over the seized large cotton shoes and said, "Their family members have all been killed by the Japs. They... they no longer have a home."
Already."
Hearing this, Wei Ran trembled, silently put away the remaining letters and said, "I will send all your letters to you later."
“No need in the future”
Zhao Jinge said, "There is a task for you now. Send the letter by the way. Tian Xiaohu! Wei Ran! Hu Bazhi! Zhao Jinyu!"
"Yes!" Wei Ran, who originally wanted to ask something, almost subconsciously stood up and responded loudly to young Tian Xiaohu one after another.
"Yes...yes!"
Hu Bazhi and Zhao Jinyu also stood up quickly and responded like Wei Ran and the other two.
"Although you have only joined the Anti-League on the first day, you now have a difficult task assigned to you."
As Zhao Jinge spoke, he took out an envelope with the same beautiful feathers from his arms and handed it to Tian Xiaohu. He also said, "Xiaohu, from now on, the three of them will be the soldiers of the third squad. You will be the acting squad leader."
."
"Yes!" Tian Xiaohu responded seriously.
"Next, your third guerrilla squad will be responsible. Set out immediately to deliver the severely wounded, extra cotton-padded clothes, weapons, and the letter just now to Commander Zhao."
"Yes!" Tian Xiaohu simply stood at attention and saluted, then stuffed the letter into his arms.
