"Brother Sanhai, our conditions are poor and we don't have anesthetics, so you have to be patient." Wei Ran reminded before taking action.
Sanhai's expression changed when he heard this. Before he could say anything, Uncle Zhou said confidently, "Don't hold back. It doesn't matter if you don't have anesthetic. I can give you two injections and it will stop the pain."
Before he finished speaking, Uncle Zhou had already inserted a few needles around the wound, and then turned to look at Wei Ran. After a while, Captain Zhao and others from the east wing also came out and curiously watched the open-air surgery.
on site.
Instructing Sanhai to lie down on the Eight Immortals table that Zhou Houpu had just moved out, Wei Ran picked up the scalpel and skillfully cut open the skin around the wound. What surprised him was that the few silver needles seemed to really
Sanhai's sense of pain was blocked. Not to mention screaming, the expression on his face didn't change much after this stabbing.
Feeling confident, Wei Ran's movements became smoother. He skillfully found the bullet stuck on the cracked shoulder blade, took it out with tweezers and threw it on the table. Then he started debridement and subsequent suture work.
Needless to say, there was no need to talk about the rest of the work. Uncle Zhou, who had already washed his hands, waited for Wei Ran to cut the sutures and immediately took over the follow-up work.
After the splint was placed around Sanhai's shoulder and the silver needles were removed, the sound of his intermittent breathing could be heard in the small courtyard.
At the same time, Captain Zhao and others, who had returned to the east wing before the operation ended, also brought the topic to Wei Ran.
Instructor Wei, who was sitting cross-legged on the kang, was the first to ask, "Are you really planning to take that guy named Wei Ran with you?"
"Take it with you"
Captain Zheng and Captain Zhao looked at each other, "This kid caused quite a stir in the county town. Yesterday, he asked Morita to send back several guns. No matter how willing that brat Kamemoto is to give up, he will not
Maybe the lives of Qiu Ermazi's family will be used as a token of surrender for him."
Captain Zhao took over the topic with a smile, "And even if Gui Ben is willing to give up, Qiu Er Mazi will definitely not be willing to give up. Take him with you this time and let Hou Pu keep an eye on him. If there is a problem, he will definitely be able to tell."
Hearing this, Instructor Wei hesitated for a moment and finally slapped his thigh, "Then take it with you. Uncle Chui just hit two new big lifting poles two days ago, so let him and Hou Pu use them."
"Those two thin ones?" Captain Zheng obviously knew what the former was talking about.
"Yes, those two thin ones." Instructor Wei nodded affirmatively, "Let Lao Chui take them."
"I will inform them both to report to Uncle Chui right now!"
After Captain Zhao finished speaking, he stood up, walked out of the east wing in a hurry, and told the good news to Wei Ran, who had just washed his hands, and Zhou Houpu, who was packing up the "love tokens."
After learning that he finally had the opportunity to fight the Japanese, the happiest person was undoubtedly Zhou Houpu. On the other hand, Uncle Zhou, who had been silent for a long time, had worry written all over his face. As for Han Shoutian, he looked envious. As for Wei Ran, he secretly
I breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time my heart was full of expectations.
Under the leadership of Zhou Houpu, Wei Ran followed him through the streets and alleys to the entrance of a large courtyard in the center of the village.
Far away, Wei Ran heard the sound of metal banging. When he walked into the yard, he immediately saw the uncles who had dismantled the Little Devil's motorcycle yesterday, leading a few young people.
The strong young man swung the hammer and hit the red-hot metal.
"Here comes Houpu." Old Uncle Chui stopped what he was doing and asked with a smile, "Captain Zheng agrees?"
"Agreed!" Zhou Houpu nodded vigorously, "Captain Zhao said, let Wei Ran and I follow you."
Uncle Lao Chui unhurriedly took out the tobacco bag fastened to his waist and filled it with tobacco. He then picked up a piece of red-hot charcoal and placed it on the pot of the tobacco bag. He took two strong puffs before he greeted them in a leisurely manner.
In the house, two large lifting poles tied together with reeds were pulled out from the stove.
"Why are these two so thin?" Zhou Houpu asked dissatisfiedly, completely unaware of Wei Yan's strange expression behind him.
Zhou Houpu felt that the two large lifting poles were thin, but Wei Ran did not think so. The diameter of the two large lifting poles that were hung in his living room decades later was two centimeters. What is the concept of two centimeters? If placed on
In the later generations of my life, just looking at the caliber, this has already escaped the category of a gun and can barely be considered a cannon.
"What's wrong? Still beating the Japanese!"
Uncle Old Hammer motioned them to carry out the large lifting poles bundled together. At the same time, he also explained, "Compared with the ones used by Captain Zheng and the others, this pair of new ones are indeed a little thinner, but later
The bore is as thick as the ones they use."
"So it hits farther?" Wei Ran couldn't help but ask.
Uncle Chui, who had been robbed of his lines, looked at Wei Ran in surprise, "You're a pretty smart kid."
Wei Ran grinned with a silly smile, but Uncle Chui didn't care and continued, "This is a new idea I've come up with. This time I just want to try it with the little devil's steamboat. I estimate that not only can these two hit farther, but they can also hit each other farther.
It should be a little more powerful, maybe it can directly penetrate the little Japanese steamboat."
"Uncle Lao Chui, please don't lie to me!" Zhou Houpu said suspiciously.
"I have nothing to do, why would I trick you?"
Old Uncle Chui took a sip of his pipe pot angrily, "Okay, okay! You can carry these two away. Do you have any iron sand?"
"Yes!" Zhou Houpu responded quickly, "As soon as I came back, Moritian said that it was ready for me."
"I guess it was used when his father was alive..." Old Uncle Hammer muttered to himself, then waved his hands and said loudly, "When you are ready, just wait for me at Morita's house."
After bidding farewell to Uncle Chui, Wei Ran and the two men carried the pair of big lifts all the way to the next door to the yard where Sanhai had just been operated on. Before they could put down the things in their hands, Han Shoutian, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately shouted
He limped forward and touched the two big lifting poles with envy, and then he took out two slender goose feathers and inserted them into the flaming eyes at the tail of the big lifting poles.
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While Han Shoutian was speaking, he handed Zhou Houpu a horn funnel with the batter out of it. There were a few straight characters engraved crookedly on the horn funnel. And on the edge, there was a small eye, that small eye.
A thin iron wire extends from the child, and a small bamboo tube slightly thicker than the thumb is tied to it.
"this is not..."
Han Shoutian opened the two Japanese lunch boxes on the table and explained, "They were used by my father when he was alive. These two barrels of iron sand and black powder are also left by my father. They have been in the sun all afternoon. I just returned them."
Once you try it, it works instantly and it won’t delay anything.”
Wei Ran came up and took a look. Among the two lunch boxes, one was filled with rusty iron sand. There was also a box of matches and a few incense sticks on the tray in the lunch box, while the other lunch box was full of rusty iron sand.
Black powder and rag heads.
Without waiting for Zhou Houpu to agree, Han Shoutian continued, "Brother Houpu, I'm unlucky to have injured my legs and feet this time, so you took the lead. Before I was selected by the Yanling team, you have to put more carvings on the funnel."
A real word!"
Zhou Houpu used his horn to roll out a measure of black gunpowder, looked at it, and said half encouragingly, half competitively, "You have to recover from your injuries quickly, otherwise you will be covered with inscriptions by me, but there will be no
What's wrong with you?"
"I'll let you go this time!"
Han Shoutian said confidently, "I have been hunting with my father since I could swim. How can I be compared to you?"
"What's the use of that?"
Zhou Houpu closed the lids of the two lunch boxes and joked, "It's been half a year, and you haven't even memorized the soup song my father taught you."
"Can it be the same?" Han Shoutian argued, rolling up his arms and sleeves.
"Why are you two bastards arguing again?"
Old Uncle Hammer, who was carrying a shotgun, walked into the yard, glanced at the things on the table without leaving a trace, and asked before the two people could answer, "Are you ready? When ready, we'll set off!"
"Ready!" Zhou Houpu and Wei Ran replied in unison. Han Shoutian, who was standing behind them, opened his mouth with envy already written on his face.
"Then let's go!"
Uncle Lao Chui patted Han Shoutian's shoulder and said, "Don't worry, kid. Captain Zhao said that your master was exposed in the county this time. It is estimated that you will not be able to go out with him in the future. I see, you will also have a chance soon."
Follow and fight the Japanese."
"Really?!" A look of surprise immediately appeared on Han Shoutian's initially disappointed face.
"When did uncle lie to you?"
Old Uncle Chui stopped, and no matter what Han Shoutian asked, he just ignored it and urged Wei Ran and Zhou Houpu to pick up their weapons and leave Han Shoutian's house, heading straight for the small dock to the east of the village.
There was no farewell, and no heroic words. The group of people got on the boat, just like they would go hunting on weekdays. Several small boats rowed farther and farther on the calm water of Baiyangdian. Only Uncle Zhou, an old woman and a group of people were left.
Han Shoutian, who limped after him, stood on the dock for a long time and refused to leave.
Gradually, more and more boats gathered around Wei Ran and others from all directions. And these boats, under the command of Captain Zheng, were arranged in an orderly manner on the calm water like a group of geese flying south.
Herringbone.
Fish, swim away, our ship is going to battle.
Goose, fly away, our guns are going to kill the enemy.
...
I don’t know when or which boat the people got up, and the men on more than a dozen rowboats sang songs one by one. The rough singing echoed repeatedly among the rowboats, and the people in the water
The fish and the geese on the water surface swam far away, as if they really understood.
Led by the leading platoon boat, this small fleet circled around the county town, entered the channel wrapped in reed swamps, and then moved along the channel. Finally, in this channel
Stopped before connecting to a piece of open water.
At the same time, Uncle Lao Chui, who was on the same boat as Wei Ran and Zhou Houpu, also fixed the two large lifting poles firmly with a bow-shaped iron pin and a hemp rope as thick as a thumb.
