Chapter 223: Does the naughty little devil deserve a beating?
"Let's see if there is anything missing." On the Japanese steamer that was about to be beaten into a sieve, Captain Zheng stepped on the boat to greet him.
"No, everything that can be moved has been moved, and the rest are tough guys who are not in a hurry."
Zhou Houpu, who had several belts around his neck and a pair of Japs army boots, responded quickly, and at the same time hurriedly handed two helmets filled with blood-stained grenades to Wei Ran on the Paizi boat.
"Did you pump out the oil?" Captain Zheng continued to ask.
"Two big barrels were pumped out," responded a man with two 200-liter diesel barrels tied to both sides of the boat.
"Uncle Old Hammer, cut the boat!"
"Look at it!"
Old Uncle Hammer pulled out a wrench on his waist and called to the two old brothers who came with him, each carrying a bundle of firewood, to get into the cabin.
The three brothers didn't expend much effort at all. They unscrewed an oil outlet pipe in a familiar way. When the two bundles of firewood prepared in advance were drenched with oil, everyone immediately stayed away and looked at the old man.
Uncle Chui threw the lit torch into the cabin.
"Boom!" The little devil's two steamboats burst into flames one after another, emitting billowing black smoke.
"Let's go! Go home!"
Following Captain Zheng's shout, the fully loaded platoon boats scattered into the dense reeds on both sides of the channel.
Wei Ran, who was sitting at the stern of the boat, pressed the shutter again on the two steamboats that began to tilt and sink to the bottom due to the explosion of the oil tanks. Before he could put down the camera, his entire view was blocked by the dense reeds.
“This harvest is not small”
On the nearly overloaded platoon boat, Uncle Chui threw his Baotou handkerchief into the water. After squeezing out the water, he carefully wiped the remaining blood stains on the captured heavy machine gun. "When these weapons are sent to the front line, will they be able to defeat them?"
There are too few devils."
"Send to the front line?" Wei Ran was stunned, "You won't stay?"
"How can the devils here deserve to use this? A big lift is enough."
Uncle Old Hammer put down the handkerchief stained red with blood, "Besides, this Japanese machine gun consumes too many bullets, so we can't afford to use it. The distance is only a hundred or ten meters, and one shot with a big lever can hit a large area, but it can't be used at all."
It's no worse than this machine gun."
"We can't use this Japanese machine gun, but it would be nice if I could share one of those 38 big guns."
Zhou Houpu, who was in charge of punting the boat, expressed his dream with hope, "When we meet the Japanese steamboat again, we will first use the big lift pole to hit them, and then use the big gun to shoot the rest, just like that song."
As the child sings, we are all sharpshooters, every bullet kills an enemy!"
"You had such a sweet dream, why did you still sing it?"
Old Uncle Chui took out his pipe and lit the pot, took a sip, and said with a smile, "How about a 38-meter cap? It would be great if you can get a handful from Jizhong. Those 38-meter caps are all for you, Uncle He."
For sharpshooters."
"If I practice more, I can be a sharpshooter!" Zhou Houpu said in a low voice, holding his neck.
Hearing this, Uncle Lao Chui didn't say anything. He just squinted his eyes and sat on the bow of the boat, clicking his pipe and pot. No one knew what he was thinking.
In the drifting smoke, the reed marsh gradually fell into silence, leaving only the rustling sound caused by the friction when the bow of the boat pushed away the reeds.
It wasn't until the sky completely darkened that the dozen or so rowboats, sheltered by the reeds, took a long detour and returned to the village.
In the yard of Han Shoutian's house, a gas lantern that had been seized not long ago illuminated the yard in detail. It was spread on the reed mat blocking the yard. There were twenty or thirty rifles of various types, including two heavy ones.
machine gun.
In addition to these most important weapons, there are also boxes of ammunition, piles of Japs helmets, lunch boxes, pairs of stripped Japs boots, puppet army cloth shoes, and even belts, military uniforms, leggings, a few pistols and even some Japs-produced biscuits.
, canned food and sake.
As for the captured Japs, he was taken to Uncle Zhou's house next door to be watched by a special person, and he was also asked to see if he could find out anything. In the cool breeze of the yard, everyone was already chatting around the trophies on the mat.
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"Our gains this time are not small."
Uncle Zhou picked up a cracked steel helmet and looked at it, "This helmet is cracked. Come on, I'll take it. I happen to be short of a dung ladle at home, so it's just right to tie it to a bamboo pole."
“The gains are more than that.”
Uncle Old Hammer picked up a telescope and looked up at the sky. "There are two Japanese steamers on the waterway leading to Zhaobeikou. There are also many good things like the cast iron stoves of the two Japanese on it. Wait until autumn."
When the water gets shallower, let's organize people to transport it together. There is a lot of good steel on the steamer. By then, it won't be a problem to build more than a dozen large lifting poles at least."
"Let's talk about autumn. Those two Japanese ships were destroyed, but this is just the beginning."
Captain Zheng bent down and picked up a pack of Japanese cigarettes, opened them, took out one, lit one, and handed the pack of cigarettes to the people around him, "Captain Zhao, have all the villages been notified?"
“Every village and village has been notified.”
Captain Zhao took the cigarette and took out one, and continued to pass the cigarette box around. At the same time, he said, "Everyone is prepared for this Japanese raid. The wheat that was just harvested has been hidden. The nights that need to be moved have been moved."
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Captain Zheng nodded, then looked at Uncle Zhou who was thinking about how to change the helmet into a dung scoop, "Uncle Zhou, this time you, Sanhai, Shoutian and Wei Ran have all been exposed. It's not safe to stay in our village anymore."
, I’m going to let you follow the ship, send the two heavy machine guns to Commander Lu, and hide there for a while, what do you think?”
"I dont go"
Before Uncle Zhou spoke, Han Shoutian was unhappy at first, "Captain Zheng, my injury will only last for half a month at most. I can hide in any reed swamp, and those little devils and traitors won't even think about it."
Looking for me. That’s why I won’t go, I want to stay and fight the Japanese.”
"Are you the only one who can fight the Japanese?"
Uncle Zhou put the dung ladle he was interested in on Han Shoutian's head, and then hit it hard with the pipe pot in his other hand, "You think we are going to Commander Lu's place to enjoy ourselves?"
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This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! After restraining the restless apprentice, Uncle Zhou said, "Captain Zheng, let the boy Shoutian and Sanhai press the boat to report to Commander Lu.
, I won’t go, otherwise no matter in this village or in our Yanling team, there will be no one with a headache or a fever, and there won’t even be anyone to see a doctor.”
"Master, you are a bit unjust." Han Shoutian took off the dung scoop on the top of his head and complained dissatisfiedly.
"Adults, please don't interrupt, children!" Uncle Zhou couldn't help but press the cracked helmet onto Han Shoutian's head again.
"You two, please stop fighting."
Captain Zhao pressed his hands and said, "Just do what Uncle Zhou said, Shoutian, you will come back after you recover from your injuries. Then I will make the decision for you. When you come back, I will let you join the Yanling Team and follow us."
Fight the devils!"
"You can't trick me!" Han Shoutian said in surprise.
"Why did I trick you?"
Captain Zhao and Captain Zheng looked at each other, and then said to Houpu, "Hopu, I also have a new task for you here."
"Captain Zhao, tell me." Zhou Houpu, who was squatting on the edge of the mat and looking at a 38-meter cap, quickly stood up.
"Hopu, you have to take over your father's job." Captain Zhao's words immediately turned the expectation on Zhou Houpu's face into astonishment.
"I...I'll take over from my father?" Zhou Houpu glanced at the two big poles leaning against the courtyard wall, "But...but..."
"Compared with fighting the Japanese on the lake, it is more important to know when the Japanese came out, where they went, when they came back, and which waterway they took."
Captain Zhao continued, "I didn't let you show up in the county seat before, because I was preparing for this day. You... you think about it."
Zhou Houpu gritted his teeth, glanced at the big lifting pole again, took a deep breath and said, "Obey the organization's arrangements!"
"That's right!"
Uncle Zhou, who had been silent for the whole time, nodded with satisfaction, reached into his pocket and took out the musket that Wei Ran had given him before and handed it over, "I will leave this business to you from now on."
Zhou Houpu took the pistol and said, "Then... will I still have a chance to fight the Japanese in the future?"
Wei Ran, who had been silent for the whole time, patted the other party on the shoulder and said, "Brother Hopu, you are spying on intelligence in the county town, but you are also fighting against Japanese invaders."
"Wei Ran is right, we are all fighting against the Japanese!"
Everyone turned to look and saw Instructor Wei striding into the yard and saying happily, "I have good news for everyone. The Japanese captured this time is a squad leader named Kasaburo Ishino. In addition, there is another person."
Important news, the time for the Japanese raids has been set, it will be in five days."
"Then we have to make preparations early." Captain Zheng and Captain Zhao frowned. Five days is not a long time. There are still many farmers in various villages who have not finished harvesting their wheat.
"No need to worry." Instructor Wei waved his hand, "We can still think of ways to postpone this time."
"How to delay?" Captain Zhao asked first.
Instructor Wei turned to look at the luzi in Zhou Houpu's hand, and asked with a smile, "Are you taking over your father's class?"
Zhou Houpu nodded with a grimace. Although he agreed, he was still thinking about fighting the Japanese.
"Now that I have taken over, I have a task for your reconnaissance team."
Before he finished speaking, Instructor Wei had already handed a note to Captain Zhao, "Write this as a flyer and post it in the county town. Remember to look for the place where the Japanese are posting flyers and post them next to each other. Let's scare old boy Gui Ben."
Captain Zhao opened the note, and Zhou Houpu subconsciously approached it. He saw that it read, "The steamer sent by Kamemoto has been received in full, and the team leader Ishino Kasaburo has been captured alive. Yanling Team"
“This is a good idea”
Captain Zhao immediately understood Instructor Wei's plan. Once this leaflet was posted, it would be equivalent to everyone knowing about the Japanese raids and being prepared. By then, the raids would naturally have no meaning.
"Without further ado, let's set off now." Captain Zhao said as he put away the note.
Instructor Wei nodded, "Be careful on the road."
"I've walked hundreds of times, so don't worry!" As Zhou Houpu spoke, he took out a horn funnel from his pocket and gave it back to Han Shoutian, "Shoutian, it seems that I won't have much chance to engrave this straight character in the future.
I'll leave the rest to you."
Han Shoutian took the horn funnel and put it in his arms, "Brother Hopu, don't worry. When I recover from my injury and come back, I will definitely carve all the right characters on this funnel."
Zhou Houpu patted Han Shoutian's shoulder. Not knowing what to say for a moment, he turned around and followed Captain Zhao, preparing to walk out.
"Wait first"
Wei Ran emerged from the side room, holding an enamel plate filled with chocolates in his hand, "We have gained a lot today, so we all have a piece of candy to celebrate."
"Where did you come from?" Han Shoutian asked in surprise, "I remember that you shared the things you asked me to bring back to everyone."
"I just got it back on the Japanese ship."
Wei Ran casually made an excuse and gave a piece to everyone present without any explanation. Then he picked up the camera with the film already changed around his neck and asked, "Guys, how about we take a group photo? Wait.
I saw Commander Lu and let him see our results!"
"That's a good idea!"
"Wei Ran, I remember that you were playing with the camera a lot in the afternoon. Did you also take a picture of the scene when we were fighting the Japanese steamboat?" asked the stocky man who first captured the prisoner.
"Then we must take pictures! Let's show it to Commander Lu together then!"
The answer given by Wei Ran immediately put a simple smile on everyone's face, and they allowed the former to direct the bench to be placed next to the mat filled with trophies, sitting or standing, and then hung it on the toon tree.
He took off the kerosene gas lamp and placed it on the table behind him, adjusting the angle.
Gently moving the camera, the trophies full of reed mats, as well as the Yanling team member Uncle Zhou and others behind the trophies were all included in the frame.
"Folks, let me ask you a question!" Wei Ran, who was holding a camera, put his hand on the shutter and asked loudly, "Does that stupid little devil deserve a beating?"
"Ow-!" As everyone responded with a long tone, Wei Ran also pressed the shutter, freezing everyone's smiling faces on the silver salt film.
