In another round of howling and screaming, the remaining wild dogs finally tucked their tails between their legs again, chose the right direction and ran away without a shadow.

"puff!"

Just at this moment, an arrow flew over and landed less than 10 meters away from Wei Ran.

Wei Ran, still holding the gun in his hand, knew that if he had not fired just now, the arrow might have nailed the dog.

After hesitating for a moment, Wei Ran took a few steps forward, bent down, pulled out the arrow and looked at it.

The wooden arrow shaft is straight and smooth, and the iron arrowhead is sharp and tough, with some traces of forging remaining.

Gently touching the black and gray arrow feathers at the tail, Wei Ran hesitated for a moment, then used the cover of his body to retract the box cannon into the metal book, then took a few steps forward, bent down and grabbed the quilt.

One of the hind legs of the wild dog he killed walked towards the mass grave step by step.

Almost at the same time, a furry figure also walked out of the woods opposite.

As the distance got closer, Wei Ran gradually saw clearly that the man was wearing a fur coat, a dog-skin hat, and a belt around his waist.

There was a quiver hanging on the belt and a tobacco pouch stick attached. The man also held a similarly furry bow in his hand and a gun on his back.

As the distance got closer and closer, when Wei Ran saw his full beard and the iron sand gun behind his back, the man also asked in a hoarse voice, "Did he bite you?"

"No"

Wei Ran shook his head, threw the dead dog he was holding at the opponent's feet, and sincerely praised him, "Your accuracy is really scary."

"Where did you get your grenades?"

The bearded man seemed not to have heard Wei Ran's praise, and asked straightly while drawing his arrow and lining up his bow.

Seeing that the other party had no intention of drawing the bow, Wei Ran wisely spread his hands and said, "My own."

"Sir, tell me you're welcome," the bearded man asked warily.

"Report... what are you reporting for?" Wei Ran looked confused.

"It turns out to be a mallet..."

The bearded man muttered, but at the same time he relaxed his vigilance, "The road faces the sky and we go on separate sides, we are not the same..."

"Brother, can I exchange this with you for a warm mouth?"

Wei Ran didn't care what the other party's words meant. As he spoke, when the other party subconsciously raised his bow and arrow again, he pulled out the grenade and handed it over with both hands with a sincere expression, "The dog I just killed is also

Sent to you."

"Where did you get this grenade?" the bearded man asked.

"My own," Wei Ran, who deliberately pretended to be stupid, replied matter-of-factly.

After a moment's hesitation, the bearded man finally reached out to take the grenade and put it on his belt, "That shot you just made..."

"I can't give you the gun," Wei Ran said, pretending to be wary.

"I don't know how to use that..." the bearded man muttered, "keep an eye on the surroundings, wait until you are done with the work, and keep it to keep you full."

"Okay, big brother!" Wei Ran agreed immediately.

Seeing this, the bearded man took out a small knife that seemed to be made from a Japanese bayonet from his cuff, and skillfully peeled off the dog skins of several dogs around him, and then disemboweled them, first finding the few arrows, and by the way

A few more dog legs were removed.

"Help hold it"

The bearded man handed all the stripped dog skins to Wei Ran, then tied the dog legs with ropes and hung them around Wei Ran's neck.

While he was busy, Wei Ran also noticed that the bearded man only had three fingers on his right hand: thumb, index finger and middle finger. Judging from the scars on the missing two fingers, it seemed that they had been bitten off by something.

In addition, he also noticed that although the messy corpses in the mass graves that had been bitten by wild dogs included men, women, old and young, none of them were wearing clothes.

"Brother, what do you call me?" Wei Ran asked as he followed the other person.

"What do you call me?" the bearded man threw the question back.

"Weiran"

Wei Ran, who was holding several dog skins and hanging several dog legs around his neck, replied, "Wei who protects his family and country, burning..."

"I can't read"

The bearded man paused and said, "Burn the dry pot... My surname is Hu."

As he said that, he shook his incomplete right hand and said, "Others call me Hu Bazhi. You can call me whatever you like."

"Brother Hu, are you a hunter?"

Wei Ran deliberately asked the obvious question, "Those arrows you just shot were so accurate! They could hit a target with a hundred steps, a hundred steps..."

"Are you a member of the Resistance Alliance?"

Hu Bazhi didn't wait for Wei Ran to finish flattering him, then threw a piece of dog skin that he had just peeled off to him, and asked with extra determination.

"Ah, yes...yes," Wei Ran said and then added, "Gone...separated."

"oh"

Hu Bazhi walked a few steps quickly, and while peeling off the skin of the next dog, he said, "If you don't mind it, you can hide in my shack for a few days. The devils have been looking for you very hard recently."

"Then thank you, Brother Hu," Wei Ran said quickly.

"You man, you are so polite when you talk."

Hu Bazhi muttered in discomfort, took out the tobacco pouch pot from his waist and dug a pot into the tobacco pouch that looked like it was made of mouse skin. Then he took out a pack of matches from his pocket, lit it, and handed it over with a few clicks.

To Wei Ran, "Want a bite?"

"I can't smoke this, it's too strong." Wei Ran said quickly.

Hearing this, Hu Bazhi didn't force him, or even left in a hurry. Instead, he motioned to Wei Ran to put down more and more dog skins, and personally helped him take off the dog legs hanging around his neck and put them aside.

"Take a break," Hu Bazhi said slowly while sitting on the wolf skin, "How many days have you not eaten?"

"One...one or two days" Wei Ran replied.

Hearing this, Hu Bazhi touched his arms, took out a small coarse cloth bag and opened it.

There was also a layer of greasy yellow paper in the bag. Inside the yellow paper were several pieces of dried meat the size of a finger, and a piece of cornmeal pancake as big as the palm of your hand.

“Just enough for two bites”

Hu Ba pointed and handed over two sticks of dried meat and half a piece of pancake.

After taking the food, Wei Ran took a bite of the pancake that was as warm as the other person's. It was dry and hard, but with a hint of salty taste. Then he took a bite of the dried meat, which was unexpectedly delicious.

Hu Bazhi next to him did not eat, but slowly wrapped up the remaining dry food and stuffed it back into his arms. Then he took out a small gourd that was not too big, but shiny and stuffed with pulp.

"Do you want to drink wine?" As Hu Bazhi spoke, he had already uncorked the wine gourd and handed it over.

"drink!"

Wei Ran, who choked on the pancake, swallowed hard, then took the small gourd and took a sip of the spicy white wine.

After taking this sip of wine, he suddenly felt that his body felt warmer.

Taking the wine gourd handed back by Wei Ran, Hu Bazhi also took a sip, then stuffed the wine gourd into his arms again, and continued to smoke the choking dry pipe.

"Just now I saw those corpses in the mass graves...many of them died violently?" Wei Ran asked thoughtfully, "Where are their...their clothes?"

"Those who froze to death, those who starved to death, those who committed suicide after being tortured by the Japanese, and those who were killed by the Japanese were all thrown there."

Hu Bazhi explained, "Their clothes were stripped off halfway. They either wore them themselves or sold them to get some money."

"This is far from..."

"Have you ever killed a kid?" Hu Bazhi asked Wei Ran a strange question before he could finish speaking.

"Killed"

Wei Ran nodded after a brief silence, "I've killed a few, it's not as difficult as killing wild dogs."

"Where are the traitors?" Hu Bazhi asked.

"I've killed them too." Wei Ran nodded again, "I probably didn't kill as many as the Japanese."

“Eat quickly”

Hu Bazhi took the initiative to end the topic, "We still have a long way to go."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Hearing this, Wei Ran immediately took the last piece of pancake and the last half of dried meat, as well as the last bit of pancake residue in his palm, into his mouth, and then

He quickly stood up, took the initiative to pick up the dog legs and hung them around his neck.

"There's no need to hold the dog's legs, just hold the dog's skin." Hu Bazhi carefully crushed out the cigarette ashes and said.

"OK"

Wei Ran happily dropped the smelly dog ​​legs and bent down to pick up the dog skins. He was just pretending to be stupid, but he was not really stupid. How could he not know that the other party hung those dog legs on him on purpose?

With those cumbersome dog legs, it would be inconvenient for him to even want to pull out a gun - if he didn't have a metal book.

After starting to walk again, Hu Bazhi's speed became a little faster. Wei Ran also noticed while following him that there were more than a dozen animal traps arranged around one of the pine trees.

, all carrying wild dogs that were still alive.
To be continued...