The windward side of the hill next to Diwozi is almost back-to-back with the cave on the other side of the mountain.
Full of alcohol, Hu Ba pulled away the snow with his fingers. With the help of the well-fed Wei Ran and Zhao Jinyu, he struggled to remove a stone that was as big as a car tire. .
Behind this stone is a narrow cave that slopes upward and can barely fit into a motorcycle-sized cave.
This cave is extremely dry, and not only is the ground covered with a thick layer of alfalfa grass and a tattered leather mattress, there are also two oil lamps placed closest to the cave entrance. .
"When the mountain dog I raised was still alive, this was its kennel. It was a good dog."
Hu Bazhi said while turning the dog's kennel. Furs and other items that could not be taken away were stuffed into the kennel, and he kept saying, "No one knows whether you can survive this trip. If something unexpected happens, whoever survives will come back here to get it." Let's escape with some items that can be exchanged for money."
"Don't say such depressing words, we can all survive!"
Zhao was sweating profusely after just eating a dog meat feast. Jin Yu said while helping push the big stone back to its original position, "I haven't made enough money yet. If I don't kill it, a hundred and eighty Japanese will not die!"
"That's right. "
Wei Ran, who was also helping, echoed, "Even if he dies, he has to kill a hundred and eighty of his Japs before he dies."
"Then let's kill a hundred and eighty of him." Let’s talk about ten Japanese!”
Hu Bazhi said, covering the big stone with snow, and then took off his dog fur coat and swept it back and forth on the snow several times, cleaning it up easily. After picking up the traces, "Let's go! Let's go to the Temple of Wealth now!"
Hearing this, Wei Ran and Zhao Jinyu immediately put on their handbags and followed Hu Bazhi while cleaning up the footprints and leaving. Got here.
At this moment, in addition to the warm fur coats, the three of them were each carrying a 38 large cover, and four ammunition were fixed on the belts around their waists. box, taking with them all the rifle ammunition they had seized.
Not to mention, each of the three of them carried a pistol in their arms - although the tortoise box in Zhao Jinyu's arms was not worthy of being called a pistol, although Wei Ran's box cannon was only in name.
Not counting the Japanese backpack that Wei Ran fixed on his chest, the three of them also carried a sack bag that Wei Ran modified according to Mao Zi’s style using sack photos. In addition to the sack bags they seized, In addition to some gasoline and lunch boxes, I also brought a lot of dried meat.
Hu Bazhi, who was especially good at living, not only brought an extra lunch box of salt and seized tobacco, candies, cans, etc., he also asked Wei Ran and Zhao Jinyu to help, and they each carried it on their backs. A bundle of wolfskin blankets to keep them safe from the cold.
There are those who bring it, and naturally there are those who don’t.
At the door of Hu BaZhi’s shack, Hu BaZhi used his animal trap and two Japanese grenades to arrange a perfect door-to-door kill.He took the iron sand gun that Hu Bazhi didn't want, the remaining 20 kilograms of black powder, even a pot of gasoline, and 30 kilograms of rusty iron sand, and made a simple combustion in the cave that would not reduce its lethality. Anti-personnel ammunition.
Even Zhao Jinyu helped bury more than 40 animal traps that could break the tiger's claws in the snow around the shack.
As for who enjoyed the surprise in the end, Hu Bazhi, who was no longer planning to come back, never thought about it.
Let Hu Bazhi lead them, the three of them climbed over mountain ridges and bypassed ravines, and rushed to the God of Wealth Temple in Gaoliangtun overnight.
This is said to be only a 20-mile road, but in fact the three of them walked in circles for most of the night. Only when it was about to get dark, they braved the increasingly heavy wind and snow and crossed the road. A river that had long been frozen.
"That's the only way the Japs must pass every time."
Standing on his skis in the middle of the ditch, Hu Bazhi pointed to a stone not far away with his ski pole. Bridge, "That bridge was also built by Xu Laocai back then. Even though it looks like it's made of wood, it's actually very stable. Not only donkeys and carts can cross it, but even Japanese cars can cross it."
As he said, , Hu Bazhi turned around, pointed to a rare brick house not far from the river and next to the woods, and said, "That's the Temple of Wealth. Xu Laocai was panning for gold in this river. At that time, he picked up a piece of gold nugget as big as a goose egg. Because the piece of gold nugget was prosperous, he donated it to a temple of wealth."
"What happened next?" Zhao Jinyu couldn't help but ask. road.
"How can there be a future?"
Hu Bazhi sneered and led them towards the Temple of Wealth and said, "It's only been two years since I donated to the Temple of Wealth. Xu Laocai's The family fortune was completely ruined by his son at the gambling table, and his eldest son was infected with cigarette smoke on his front and back feet, and fell into despair within five years.
Later there was a fortune teller. He said, then Xu Laocai is also a stick. How can the gate of the Temple of Wealth be facing the river and facing the bridge?
The water in this river belongs to wealth, and the people coming and going on the bridge also belong to wealth? , this wealth has gone into the mouth of the God of Wealth, how can he have a share in it?"
"Then which direction should we go in?"
Zhao Jinyu muttered? He said, "Is it possible that the God of Wealth has his eyes pointed at the river ditch? Isn't that all the leftovers from the God of Wealth?"
"Hey, hey, what are you doing? Be careful, the God of Wealth will eat you too. "
Hu Bazhi said angrily, "Whether we can meet a fat guy in this transaction depends on the blessing of the God of Wealth."
"That's right. "Yes." Zhao Jinyu couldn't help but nodded, "Then I'll kowtow to the God of Wealth later!"
"The etiquette is essential."
Although Hu Bazhi said this, Without any delay, he stopped when he was still forty or fifty meters away from the Temple of Wealth, took out the box from his waist and put the bullet on the head of the gun - just like the Weiran.
"Stare here"
Wei Ran patted gentlyHe patted the 38 cover that Zhao Jinyu was carrying, and then took off the spear and sack bag he was carrying and put them on the skis.
"Are you walking in front or behind?" Wei Ran asked in a low voice.
"Brother Wei's shooting skills are better around the back," Hu Bazhi whispered, "I'll make some noise in front."
"Okay"
Wei Ran responded nonchalantly, got into the pine forest next to the Temple of Wealth, and walked in circles to the back of the Temple of Wealth.
The so-called Temple of Wealth has only three tile-roofed houses in total, with yards at the front and back. The front yard has a door but no door panel. Although the back yard has no door, it has a mud brick wall. It's only one and a half meters tall, and it can be swept away with just one glance.
Before Hu Bazhi in front could make any movement, Wei Ran had already put away his gun and skis, crossed the low earth wall with both hands, and hurriedly walked to the Temple of Wealth with his waist bent. Next to the back door, I squatted against the wall and listened for a moment, then quickly leaned forward and took a look inside, then quickly retracted my body.
The next time he leaned forward for the second time, he saw clearly that the tiles on the top of the statue of the God of Wealth, which was facing away from him, had collapsed. The mud and wooden bones have been exposed.
Looking carefully to the left and right, these three tile-roofed houses are neither too big nor too small. The walls on both sides are covered with a lot of pine needles and withered grass. The statue in the middle is directly in front of it. There are still traces of several piles of campfires and "food waste" such as chicken bones and feathers. Apparently someone had stayed here before.
"Lu Sheng does not eat Lu Sheng's meat, on the south side of the mountain and the north side of the mountain"
"Stop shouting, come in, there is no one!" Wei Ran shouted while taking out his gun and skis.
Not long after, Hu Bazhi peeked out from the courtyard door. It was not until he saw Wei Ran waving to him that he and Zhao Jinyu left holding Wei Ran's sack and gun. Come in.
"This is really a good place to set up an ambush"
Wei Ran couldn't help but said before the two of them put down their things, this is indeed a good place. As long as they do a little bit of manipulation on the wooden bridge, the Japanese will be trapped here.
At that time, whether those Japanese or puppet soldiers, they wanted to follow them into the woods, which just fulfilled the three people's intention to fight guerrillas with them.
If they choose to cross the frozen river, not to mention whether the unobstructed river will become a living target for them, their transportation cannot go through it, right?
This heavy snow has already made the snow in Hegouzi almost half a meter thick. As long as it can destroy the Japs’ means of transportation, then they can slowly walk back on their legs. It will be the same then. We have to fight guerrillas.
The question now is whether the Japanese will come, and when they will come. Before he could speak, Zhao Jinyu had already asked the question.
"They will definitely come."
Hu Bazhi said, while walking from his armsHe took out a handful of incense and lit it. After giving it to Wei Ran and Zhao Jinyu, he bowed respectfully to the God of Wealth. After inserting the incense into the incense burner, he continued confidently, "Whether it's the mines controlled by the devils or the The forest farm needs manpower. At this time of year, the people in the mountains are preparing to go back to Maodong. These people are great workers!
Just watch and wait for this snow. As soon as it stops, the redheads will have to go home immediately. Even if the Japs don't plan to take action, the traitors and puppet soldiers will definitely be itching for it. "
Speaking of this. Here, Hu Bazhi snorted and said with full of mockery, "If it had been two days later, those fat guys with fat pockets would have spent all the money in their pockets on tobacco and prostitution."< /p>
"Those traitors are not afraid of offending"
"Offended?"
Hu Bazhi shook his head and said metaphorically with a clear head, "The wild dogs that litter the graves gathered together. They dare to eat people together, but alone, how dare they show their teeth?”
“Maybe they are really afraid, so they will definitely bring the devils to suppress them! "The place." Wei Ran looked up at the God of Wealth and murmured to himself.
"Just wait," Hu Bazhi said, "When the snow stops, the Japanese will definitely come."
"Shall we just wait here?"
Zhao Jinyu asked, and at the same time he couldn't help but look up at the roof. This place was drafty from all sides, and he would probably suffer from old age if he waited so stupidly.
“No need to wait here”
Hu Bazhi obviously had already planned, “I will bring you here to recognize the place. Come with me, let’s go to Gaoliangtun to find the local cat. "Hold on."
Hearing this, Wei Ran and Zhao Jinyu quickly picked up their belongings, followed Hu Bazhi and left the Temple of Wealth, and went directly into the adjacent forest.
After nearly 20 minutes of snowboarding through the coniferous forest, which was also shrouded in heavy snow, when they came out again, a small, dilapidated village had appeared in a mountain col in front of them. Mountain village.
At first glance, this small mountain village hidden in the mountains only has a dozen or twenty households at most.
However, none of these houses have smoke coming out of their chimneys. On the contrary, many of them have obvious signs of burning, or have simply collapsed, leaving only a low ring. The ruins were almost completely buried by the snow.
"As for what happened at the beginning of spring this year"
Hu Bazhi said as he led the two of them towards the village, "There are a total of 18 households and 71 people in Gaoliangtun, and not one of them escaped. After they came out, the men were sent to the mines, the old people and children were locked in the house and shot to death with machine guns. The women were ah!"
"Why?" Zhao Jinyu asked in shock.
"Why?"
Hu Bazhi smiled miserably, stopped his skis and explained, "Retaliation, revenge for the Japanese resisters ambushing the Japanese nearby."
"Is that why?" Wei Ran asked in astonishment.
"That's enough"
Hu Bazhi sighed, stretched out his ski pole, and led them to the entrance of a fenced yard that seemed to be relatively intact.
Pushing open the ajar wooden door, the three of them noticed the paw prints on the snow almost at the same time. In unison, they each took out the short guns in their arms.
Fortunately, I pushed the door into the courtyard and walked into the low adobe house. There were no wild beasts inside, but on the earthen bed in the east room, there were a few sticks with traces of wild beasts gnawing on them. Human skeletons.
On the tattered bedding that was already moldy and covered with dust, there were still black stains left by the oxidation of blood.
"Come over here" Hu Bazhi greeted hoarsely, and was the first to get into the west room.
There is also an earthen kang on this side, but in the "yo cart" hung by a rope hanging from a wooden beam, there is still a slight smell of corpse, which has long since turned into bones. Little baby.
"How about we change?"
Hu Bazhi didn't even finish his words, he had already covered his mouth with his hand, and rushed towards Zhao Jinyu in no particular order. go out.
With a silent sigh, Wei Ran took off the warm bearskin handbag on his hand, took out Robert's camera, changed a suitable lens, and clicked the shutter on the small skeleton.
Putting away the camera and putting on the handbag again, he took off the bicycle that was originally used to prevent wild animals from taking the child away, carefully picked up the weightless bones in the swaddling clothes, and gently Placed on the dusty kang.
Looking around, Wei Ran found a rusty kitchen knife from the main room, returned to this room, dug a hole on the dirt floor with difficulty, and buried the small body. Got in.
When he walked out of this low adobe house again, carefully closed the two wooden doors, and tried in vain to unlock the door bolt from the outside, Hu Bazhi and Zhao Jinyu were already in the white room. They each left a pool of vomit filled with the smell of alcohol in the snow, and they were squatting at the entrance of the courtyard smoking a pipe.
"Let's go"
Wei Ran casually grabbed a handful of snow and rubbed the bearskin gloves on his hands, then walked out of the lifeless fenced yard in silence. .
"Do you think we can still drive away those little devils?" Zhao Jinyu asked angrily, his tone vague, full of despair and powerless despair.
"Yes"
Wei Ran gave his answer in a hoarse voice, but neither Zhao Jinyu nor Hu Bazhi obviously believed in this answer.
Subconsciously looking around at the small village called Gaoliangtun, Wei Ran shook his head feebly. If it were him, at this time and in this situation, how could he believe that he could drive away the Japs completely?
In silence, the three of them walked through the crunching thick snow to another small yard, and finally found a relatively clean house.
After a lot of busy work, I lit a fire on the stove connected to the stove, which also turned the ice into lumps.The lunch box was placed in an iron pot filled with snow and heated slowly.
"You two go to bed first"
Wei Ran said first, "Brother Zhao just escaped and needs to rest. Brother Hu drank a lot last night, so I am the only one who has nothing to do. I'll guard it."
Hu Bazhi and Zhao Jinyu didn't refuse. After thanking each other, they couldn't wait to wrap themselves up in the wolfskin blankets they brought and lay down on the dusty bed. But it didn't take long for him to start snoring on the Tukang, which was getting warmer.
In the main room, Wei Ran sat on the bench at the entrance of the stove, took off his jingang shoes, and patiently baked them together with the jingang grass and foot wrapping cloth inside, and then put them on again. Then he filled up the stove with extra oil, then held the 38-meter cap under his arm, bent down and got out of the house, looking like a lonely ghost in the village in the heavy snow. Wandering.
After an unknown amount of time, he found an adobe house that was filled with a faint odor.
The fence in front of the house has collapsed, and the earthen wall is full of dents made by bullets.
Stepping to the door, everywhere you look, there are scattered bones, tattered clothes, remaining clumps of gray hair, rattles with bullet holes, and bodies still tightly bound by withered bones. Clutching a cane.
He bent down and picked up a skull with some scalp remaining. This skeletal human head was no bigger than a small coconut shell. There were two extremely conspicuous bullet holes inside the empty eye sockets.
Putting the baby's skull back in place, Wei Ran silently took out his camera, half-knelt at the door, and found an angle low enough and close enough to focus on the piled-up broken bones. The shutter was pressed.
He tried to walk into this adobe house where countless innocent souls were hiding, but found that there was no place for him to stay. There was no place on the ground, on the stove, or even in the stove where the iron pot had been removed, and even on the kang. Every corner was filled with broken bones and remaining grenade fragments.
Finally, he discovered something.
Just behind the ajar door, there were eight traditional Chinese characters that had turned black due to blood oxidation: "Blood debt must be paid with blood! Recover the country!"
He almost It can be guessed that these should be the last words written by an illiterate old man biting off his fingers before the Japanese opened fire on this place.
Did Zhao Jinyu also see these words? So he later carved those eight words on his saber?
Wei Ran subconsciously glanced back at the direction he came from, stood up holding the cold door frame, closed the door, turned around, and left here with the Sanba Gai.
"Only kill a hundred and eighty people, which special code is enough?" Wei Ran muttered vaguely, and the gun in his hand became tighter and tighter. The transcoding has been serious recently, which makes us more motivated and updates faster. Please use your little hands to exit the reading mode. Thank you