With this small advantage, after changing directions several times, he finally completely shook off the pursuers behind him.

It's just...just at this time, he has almost lost his way.

Even so, he did not stop, but tried his best to glide in the direction of Langcaozi Gorge, using the cover of the wind and snow as much as possible.

Unknowingly, the sky with snowflakes still flying above his head became darker and darker, and the heater in his cotton-padded clothes gradually stopped emitting extra heat. Correspondingly, Wei Ran felt colder and colder.

Taking off the snow-proof blind glasses that Hu Bazhi had given him and putting them into his arms, Wei Ran looked around, stepped on his skis to the edge of a thick pine tree, put away his skis and got in carefully.

He took out the anti-Japanese sword and chopped to expand the space. After spreading all the cut branches under his feet, he immediately took off his dog-skin coat and took off the Japanese backpack behind his back.

In this life-saving bag, in addition to a lunch box of frozen and hard braised pork rice bowl, there was also a jug of gasoline that was taken out of the Japs' truck at the mass grave, two Japs cans, and the Japs used to operate on the wounded.

A knife, even some Japs candy bars and a few packs of cigarettes, plus half a Japs marching blanket to fill the space so the contents wouldn't dangle around.

First throwing two candy cubes into his mouth, Wei Ran, who was trying to calm himself down, immediately poured a cup of gasoline, carefully poured it into the extinguished stove, relit it, and stuffed it into his pocket again.

This wasn't over yet, he then pulled off another Japanese army blanket and used it as a scarf to wrap most of his face and neck, and then put on his thick dog-skin hat again.

After waiting for a moment, he cut off some strips of cloth to use as wicks and lit them in the Japanese army's aluminum cup that still had half a bowl of gasoline left. Then he took off the lid of the lunch box and put some snow on top.

Taking advantage of this rare moment of rest, he was also thinking about the current situation.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! There is no doubt that rushing back to Langcaozigou as quickly as possible is the best choice. I just don’t know if Zhao Jinyu and Tian Xiaohu survived.

Hu Ba asked if he had sent the message.

It is certain that although they were surrounded, it also showed that the Japanese were really attracted.

In other words, the camp of the first guerrilla team should be safe for the time being. This is probably the only good news that can be confirmed.

At least the supplies weren't damaged...

Wei Ran muttered to himself, leaned against the cold tree trunk, and patiently waited for the ice and snow in the lid of the lunch box next to him to melt and boil. He also took off his jingtan shoes, took off his foot wraps, and baked them patiently.

After a short rest, Wei Ran drank sips of the boiling water that he had boiled and placed on the snow to cool down, put on his jingyang shoes again, immediately packed up all his things, stepped on his skis again and continued towards the wolf trough in his memory.

Moving forward in the direction of the ditch.

However, what he didn't expect was that this time he had been running on skis for less than an hour. The wind and snow that had helped him hide his whereabouts before had become stronger and stronger, so that shortly after he climbed over a mountain ridge, he

I completely lost my way.

Wei Ran shook his head helplessly, gritted his teeth and walked for more than half an hour, finally finding a corner with leeward direction.

Once again he chose a pine tree that was strong enough. After getting into the tree nest, he took out his anti-Japanese sword again, chopped off the extra branches in the dark and poked them into the snow on the edge, and then cut off more thin branches.

It was spread under the feet.

Before he could take out the sailor bag from the metal book, he noticed that there seemed to be faint lights flashing in the woods in the distance.

grass!

You're not going to run into the encirclement again, are you?

Wei Ran was startled and quickly put away his weapons and equipment, then stepped on his skis again and observed carefully.

Soon, he noticed that the light did exist, but there was only one.

After thinking about it, he finally lowered his body and carefully closed the distance between the two parties on his skis. At the same time, he gradually saw clearly that it was a horse, a horse with a lantern hanging on the saddle, and a horse with a lantern hanging on the saddle.

A...dark horse!

broken!

Wei Ran felt a chill in his heart and hid in the shadow of a tree to observe carefully.

There were many things hanging on the horse's body. In the area that the oil lamp could illuminate, there was a figure with his back to him, who was busy slicing three large stars next to each other in a Z-shaped pattern.

Build a shelter among the pine trees.

After a moment of hesitation, Wei Ran continued to carefully close the distance between the two parties under the cover of the wind and snow.

Soon, when he had reached the other side of the black horse that he was extremely familiar with, he was already sure that this horse was the one he gave to Tian Xiaohu. Especially in the gun bag, there was even

With that devil's cavalry rifle stuck in it.

But looking at the person on the other side of the horse who is still busy, Wei Ran can be sure that the other person is definitely not Tian Xiaohu, let alone Zhao Jinyu. This person is much stronger than them!

After a moment's hesitation, he quietly put the skis on his feet and the ski poles in his hands back into the metal book, then walked over with the box cannon, and before the other party turned around alertly, he pressed it against the back of his head and flipped it off.

His dog-skin hat revealed a flower-mouthed pick hidden here.

"Put your hands up," Wei Ran reminded.

After a moment's hesitation, the man slowly raised his hands, and at Wei Ran's signal, turned his body.

Glancing at the frozen beard on the opponent's face, Wei Ran first took away the opponent's box cannon, and then took out the second flower-mouthed gun from the gap between his Kowloon belt and his body.

Finally, after touching his lower back, Wei Ran, who had already turned behind him, said, "Take out the dagger from your boots or cuffs."

After a moment's hesitation, the man flicked his sleeve, and a Japanese bayonet flew out and stuck into the trampled snow at his feet.

"There are no green balls in the boots," the bearded man said, raising his hands again.

"Where did the horse come from?" Wei Ran took a step back and hid his body behind a thick pine tree and asked.

"Picked up"

"Where did you pick it up?"

"Left behind by the fleeing Resistance Alliance"

“Where are the fleeing resistance fighters?”

"Dead, shot to death."

"Where did he die?"

"Died in the woods"

"Can you find it?"

"I can't find it. It's windy and snowy, and the lost line has slipped."

"Where did those things come from right now?"

“It was also thrown away by the Anti-League people.”

"You didn't tell the truth"

"Every word is true"

With his back to Wei Ran, the bearded man said, "The world is one family. If you don't mind playing the piano, why don't you sit down and talk in circles. If you don't live together, you are your relatives."

"Okay"
Chapter completed!