In Gaoliangtun, which was still shrouded in heavy snow, Hu Bazhi, who had slept well, took a gun and went into the surrounding woods without knowing where to go. Zhao Jinyu replaced Wei Ran as the sentry.

Lying on the warm earthen bed, Wei Ran wrapped himself tightly in a thick wolfskin blanket, drank a sip of sorghum wine brought from Hu Badhi's "home" and fell asleep.

At the same time, Zhao Jinyu was just like Wei Ran in the morning, wandering around this small village with a gun, and finally discovered the house full of bones and the door panel left behind.

blood letter.

In the woods around Gaoliangtun, Hu Bazhi pulled out the frozen pheasants from the snow nest again and again, like pulling out carrots, and tied them to his waist.

That night, when Wei Ran woke up from his nightmare, outside the paper window, the snow had stopped, and there was even a cold full moon in the night sky.

When he walked out of the main room, the large clean iron pot was already filled with a large pot of Feilong soup sprinkled with dried mushrooms.

At this time, Hu Bazhi and Zhao Jinyu were sitting next to the stove, smoking cigarettes by the pine oil lamp, chatting in argot that Wei Ran could not understand.

"woke up?"

Hu Bazhi was the first to say hello to Wei Ran, "Sit down and drink soup."

"The snow has stopped?"

Wei Ran took the bench from Zhao Jinyu and sat down guarding the warm stove. The latter also used a lunch box lid to fill him with a large bowl of bright Feilong soup.

"Stop"

Hu Ba pointed at his pipe and replied, "I estimate that if it stops snowing tomorrow morning, the Japanese and puppet troops will most likely come down to arrest people."

"How thick is the snow outside?" Wei Ran asked, taking a sip of Feilong Soup.

"It's past the knees"

Zhao Jinyu pulled out two roasted potatoes from the stove and placed them on the stove while replying, "When I just went out to pee, it was already past my knees, and it was probably two feet deep."

"The Japanese car is probably not coming," Hu Ba pointed at the stove and said, "it should be a mule sledge."

"If cars don't come, there's no point in destroying the bridge."

Wei Ran keenly noticed the key issue. If the Japanese did not use cars and only used mules to plow, they would not have to take the bridge. In this case, it would be impossible to keep them on this side of the river ditch as expected.

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"really"

Hu Bazhi nodded, "But I guess they will definitely rest at the Temple of Wealth."

"Then let's do it at the Temple of Wealth!" Zhao Jinyu said without thinking.

"You have to think about how to do it before you do it."

Wei Ran pondered for a moment and then asked another question, "Should we attack when the Japanese come, or when they go back?"

"You have to do it when it comes."

Hu Bazhi replied, "When they come back, they may have already killed many people, and they may have to ask the strong men to help them block the guns. So we can only take action when they come, and we can do it."

Just kill a few of them, and it's best to lure them into the woods."

"Put it down?" Wei Ran and Zhao Jinyu asked in unison, obviously having guessed Hu Bazhi's plan.

"We didn't carry those clips on our backs," Zhao Jinyu added.

"There are them in Gaoliang Village, and some of them are clips."

Hu Bazhi explained, "The old man who took you there early in the morning is an old hunter who has known me for many years. His family has many traps."

As he spoke, Hu Bazhi opened the wooden door behind him, pointed to the snow outside and said, "It was burned and soaked in manure when it was dark, and it was buried in the snow overnight, and it will be rusty tomorrow."

After Hu Bazhi closed the wooden door, Zhao Jinyu said, "Let's go get the clamp tomorrow morning?"

“You can only go at that time”

Hu Bazhi knocked the pot on the stove, poured a bowl of Feilong soup for himself, and explained, "If you lay down too early, you might be stepped on by the prey in the forest."

"Then what?"

Wei Ran saw that the two of them acted like everything was fine and couldn't help but asked, "Shoot them tomorrow and lead them into the woods. What next?"

"Run away," Hu Bazhi and Zhao Jinyu replied in unison and matter-of-factly.

"Where are you going?" Wei Ran couldn't help but continue to ask.

"Go find my brother"

Zhao Jinyu said, "Brother Hu and I have discussed how many we can kill by then. If we can..."

"It would be better if we could lead the Japanese to find your brother and the others, right?"

Wei Ran picked up a baked potato, tore open the skin and took a bite, and said helplessly, "Are you planning to lead the Japanese to surround and suppress your brother and the others, or are you planning to count on your brother to lead us to destroy and lure them over?"

Devil?"

After asking this question, Zhao Jinyu fell into silence, and Hu Bazhi had no idea for a while.

No matter how shrewd these two brothers are, they are only around 20 years old. No matter how much they engage in martial arts, it does not make them any more knowledgeable than ordinary people.

To put it mildly, their method of dealing with the Japanese is still based on harassment, and at most they add some experience and habits they have learned during hunting.

But no one has the right to say that they are not brave, especially...especially in this dark despair.

"Brother Wei, if you have any ideas, why don't you just say it?" Hu Bazhi said bluntly, "As long as we can kill a few more Japs, we will listen to you!"

"Yes!" Zhao Jinyu also nodded, "In the worst case, I'll give up these 100 kilograms of meat and die with them!"

"right!"

"That's right! Let's go to the Temple of Wealth later."

As he spoke, Wei Ran picked up the Feilong soup and ate and drank the roasted potatoes he held in his other hand.

Seeing this, Hu Bazhi and Zhao Jinyu looked at each other wisely and didn't ask any more questions. They just filled their stomachs with a bowl of boiling Feilong soup.

Waiting patiently for Wei Ran to fill his stomach, before Hu Bazhi and Zhao Jinyu had time to ask, Wei Ran said, "Tear down two wooden boards and carry them with you. They don't need to be too wide or too thick. They should be as long as possible, and there are those grenades."

Take it with you too."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! After thinking about it, he added, "I also have those clips with me."

Although they didn't know what Wei Ran wanted to do, both Hu Bazhi and Zhao Jinyu went to the next door to remove the wooden panels from a wooden door, and then took out the clips buried in the snow.

Finally, they took their respective weapons, stepped on their skis, and left the dead Gaoliangtun carrying wooden boards.

They walked through the woods back to the Temple of Wealth by the moon, and Wei Ran greeted them and climbed in through the back wall.

After lighting the pine oil lamp again, Wei Ran walked outside and patted the snow that fell on him when he just walked through the pine forest. Then he crossed the threshold, walked a few steps forward, looked up at the damaged roof, and pointed.

He pointed at a pile of bonfire embers at his feet and said, "Light a fire here, and dig out the floor next to the bonfire, this one, with the God of Wealth behind it, and the stone slab facing the door."

"Now?" Hu Ba pointed and asked.

"Yes, now."

Wei Ran nodded, looked around, bent down and picked up a wooden board that was only three fingers wider than a ski, one and a half fingers thick at most, and about one and a half meters long, and said, "Just leave one person to light the fire and dig out the stone slab.

The other one comes with me."

"Brother Wei and I will go together," Zhao Jinyu said first.

"Get another board"

Wei Ran said hello, stepped on his skis again, walked through the snow from the front door of the Temple of Wealth to the outside, and walked a hundred or ten meters along the only road outside, finally stopping at a tree.

Directly below the pine trees growing diagonally.

"Do you know how to use Japanese grenades?" Wei Ran asked as he pushed the snow away with a wooden board.

"I know how to use it!" Zhao Jinyu nodded, "I have used it twice before."

Hearing this, Wei Ran buried one of the boards in the snow, then took out two Japanese Type 97 grenades from his pocket, placed them on both ends of the board and tried, and found that he could stand on his own.

Then he stood up.

Under Zhao Jinyu's puzzled gaze, Wei Ran unbuttoned his belt and peed on the two grenades and the board.

What puzzled Zhao Jinyu even more was that the urine only urinated on the head, so Wei Ran aimed at the middle of the board.

"How about I take a dip too?" Zhao Jinyu asked as if he had forgotten his thoughts.

"Spread it aside"

Wei Ran unhappily fastened his belt again and squatted down. Under Zhao Jinyu's increasingly puzzled gaze, he picked up the snow and carefully piled it around the two grenades.

After waiting for a moment to confirm that the two grenades had been firmly frozen on the board by urine and snow, Wei Ran pulled out the safety pins of the grenades, put on the bearskin gloves again, and called Zhao Jinyu for help.

With great care, another piece of wood almost the same size was pressed on top.

"How many people can be killed by this explosion?" Zhao Jinyu couldn't help but muttered.

"Scare and scare them"

Wei Ran smiled and explained that he was really just trying to scare the Japanese, and the real killing move was not here.

"Don't you need to bury it?" Zhao Jinyu asked, pointing to the wooden board that was particularly conspicuous in the snow.

"Need not"
To be continued...