Chapter 1584 Zhao Jinyu(1/2)
The cold wind howled and the heavy snow was swaying. In the pine tree canopy that was swaying slightly with the wind, Wei Ran, who was wrapped tightly around his body, was like a polar sloth. He was hugging the tree trunk and quietly observing the direction of the mass graves, and the unknown hidden places.
Somewhere, Hu Bazhi is patiently waiting for the wild dog to appear.
I don't know how long it took, but just when Wei Ran was about to take out the pancake in his arms and take a few bites, the barking of dogs was faintly heard in the distance in the direction of the wind.
He subconsciously looked in the direction where the barking came from, but unfortunately, he couldn't see anything because of the obstruction of the mountains and tree crowns.
Even so, he gently pulled the bolt to let it move, and then wiped off the frost on the front sight.
However, what neither he nor Hu Bazhi who was ambushing elsewhere expected was that as the barking of dogs got closer and closer, there were only hundreds of fat and strong wild dogs and wild dogs coming from the end of the dirt road.
In addition to the surrounding mule cart, there were actually two Japanese trucks following behind!
The cabs of those two trucks did not have crooked machine guns mounted on them as seen in later anti-Japanese dramas, and there were no puppet soldiers or traitors on bicycles following behind the trucks.
On the other hand, the mule cart at the front, which was pulling the corpse, had a handlebar and a puppet soldier sitting on the other side.
What kind of configuration is this?
Wei Ran couldn't help but muttered.
Before he could understand, the two trucks stopped one after another.
Under his gaze, a dozen Japanese soldiers jumped out of the truck at the back.
Immediately afterwards, the dozen or so Japs walked to the back of the first truck. One of them roughly smashed the tail panel of the cargo bed at the back of the truck with the butt of his gun, and then made a gesture toward the inside.
Soon, hunched-over people jumped out of the cargo compartment of the first truck one after another.
Even though they were some distance away, and even if it wasn't bright, Wei Ran could still clearly see the way those people's tattered clothes fluttered when the cold wind blew them up.
Almost subconsciously, he once again took out the Robert camera equipped with a telephoto lens and wound it up in advance.
As he pressed the shutter from time to time, the Japanese handed out a wooden stick to each of the dozen or twenty people who were driven out of the car.
But what happened next exceeded Wei Ran's expectations.
Under his stunned gaze, the puppet soldiers on the mule cart and the handlebar unloaded the corpses from the cart one by one.
Before the handlebars could push the mule cart aside, the wild dogs wagging their tails also surrounded the fresh corpses whose clothes had been stripped off.
At this moment, under the urging of the devils with guns, the people who had just been driven out of the car also held up wooden sticks and cautiously walked towards the wild dogs. The devils, on the other hand, stood in the distance with guns in hand.
, seems to be ready to fire at any time.
A moment later, the swinging wooden sticks hit the waists and bodies of the wild dogs. Amidst the faint wailing and screaming and the wanton laughter of the devils, those holding wooden sticks were forced to fight with the wild dogs.
A life-and-death melee began.
Those wild dogs are smart. They subconsciously stay away from the handlebars that "raise" them. They also subconsciously stay away from the two trucks and the Japs holding weapons around the trucks.
But they are also ferocious. In the melee where there is a huge disparity in numbers between the enemy and ourselves, from time to time, people holding wooden sticks are knocked down by wild dogs, and are surrounded and bitten by more dogs. Occasionally, a few dogs are knocked to the ground.
wailing.
Before Wei Ran could finish shooting the film in his camera, the melee between man and dog came to an end with a volley of gunfire.
At this time, only three or four of the people holding wooden sticks were left alive, and the remaining ones were all lying on the snow stained red with blood. Less than ten of them were also lying down with their own hands.
Wild dogs shot to death, and many more wild dogs killed by bullets.
"Bang bang bang bang bang!"
After the second round of firing, more than ten wild dogs fell to the ground before they could run away.
"Bang bang bang bang bang!"
After the third round of firing, the puppet soldier first nodded and bowed and said something to the Japanese leader, and then said something bossy to the few survivors.
Before he could finish his words, one of the men with a wooden stick in his hand had already rushed towards the man dressed as a puppet soldier.
"Bang!"
Before he could reach the puppet soldier, the man holding the wooden stick fell to the ground with the sound of a gunshot.
Although the puppet soldier was startled, he soon started shouting again. Vaguely, Wei Ran also heard sentences such as "If you don't drink a toast, you will be punished with a drink."
After a while, the remaining three people threw away the wooden sticks in their hands, carried the carcasses of the wild dogs to the mule cart, waited for the man on the cart to peel off the skins, and then threw the skinned carcasses far away.
During the busy work of the three people, more and more dog skins were accumulated on the mule cart, and the three survivors also traveled farther and farther in order to carry the dogs back.
They want to run...
When Wei Ran realized this, he immediately put away the camera as quickly as possible and untied the gun belt of the golden hook rifle tied to the tree branch.
Almost at the same time that he picked up the gun again, the three men also accelerated towards the dense forest beside the mass grave.
Do you want to shoot...
Wei Ran hesitated for a moment. This was no different than a multiple-choice question on a tram track.
Shooting might give the three escaping people a chance to survive, but it would also most likely put Hu Bazhi, who was not far from Luanfeng Post and had no idea where he was hiding, into a desperate situation.
Can't help...
"Bang!"
During this brief hesitation, he also heard the unique dull sound of the iron sand gun when it was fired. He also saw the steaming smoke behind a pine tree not far away, and the man whose face was covered with iron sand and was screaming.
The puppet troops, as well as the mules that seemed to have been hit by the iron sand, were screaming and pulling the carts and the handlebars on the carts.
Where is he? Why not in the tree?
Wei Ran didn't have time to think too much, he raised his gun and pointed it at the one he had already spotted. The Japs who had mounted the machine gun on the front bumper of the car and were about to fire in the direction Hu Ba was pointing pulled the trigger!
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Amidst the crisp gunfire, the man in charge of the machine gun stumbled and fell into the snow. The tire of the car next to him was also blown out by the gunshot. The blast of air not only blew the deputy machine gunner to the ground.
, and also pushed away the surrounding snow.
But after all, what he held was just a bolt-action rifle. With luck and the right angle, he might be able to kill two or even three with one shot, but it was impossible to kill all the Japs.
Almost at the same time as he opened fire, the Japs also pulled the triggers in the direction of the three people's escape and in the direction of Hu Ba's finger.
There was no time to extract the shell and change the ammunition. Wei Ran yanked the buckle of the rope around his waist and jumped down from the tree. He also heard gunshots coming from the other direction, probably from the Berdan II rifle.
!
"Bang!"
With the sound of gunfire, a cloud of blood mist exploded from the chest of the deputy shooter who had just gotten up and was about to hold the machine gun. Then he threw his head up and fell to the grass. For a moment, the dozen Japanese soldiers also dispersed the firepower again.
Several people were dispatched and opened fire at the location where the latest gunshots were heard.
Amidst the wood chips and falling snow thrown up by the bullet hitting the tree trunk, Wei Ran rolled sideways as soon as his feet touched the ground, holding his gun and hiding in the cold snow on the other side of the mountain ridge.
When he crouched and moved a few dozen meters away and carefully looked out, the Japanese were already hiding behind two cars.
"Boom!"
Just at this moment, there was another dull explosion from another direction, and the Japs also subconsciously shrank their necks.
Wei Ran couldn't help but feel happy, he had already heard that the noise just now must have been Marezi.
But he knew, but those Japs didn't necessarily know, or even if they knew, what's the use?
In the white mountains and black waters at this time, there were not only hunters using homemade black powder iron sand guns, but also bandits, anti-union fighters, and even squires guarding the courtyard, and there were many native guns and even native cannons.
In other words, before the iron sand collapses, no one dares to bet whether someone in the distance fired a gun or exploded a bomb.
"Bang!"
Wei Ran aimed at a Japs with half of his butt exposed and pulled the trigger. Then he changed his position again and shouted loudly in Japanese, "Surrender quickly! We have surrounded you! We will release... Our Northeast Anti-Japanese Allied Forces give preferential treatment
Prisoners! Hand over the gun and not kill!"
After saying this, a second Mareko exploded in another direction in response to the situation.
"Da da da da!"
In response to Wei Ran, in addition to the screams of the Japanese who was shot in the butt, there was the ferocious roar of the crooked machine gun.
Obviously, those Japanese soldiers had enough confidence to hold on for a longer period of time until someone from a nearby forestry farm arrived to support them.
Seeing that the two sides were in a stalemate, and the Japanese were hiding under the car, a large, smoking garlic mallet was suddenly thrown out from a pine tree in the distance.
It's that grenade!
Wei Ran's face immediately showed joy, and without even waiting for the grenade to land, he aimed at the machine gunner who was shooting at the surrounding mountains and forests and pulled the trigger again!
"Bang!"
After the gunfire, the sound of machine gun fire suddenly stopped. Under the cover of the gunfire, the grenade hit the tarpaulin of the truck bed, then rolled out and slid down, hitting the snow beside the car.
"boom!"
The dull explosion was followed by screams, and then, amid the roar, the remaining Japs began to shoot wildly, covering a soldier as he climbed into the cab of another car.
Amidst the roar of the engine, the remaining seven or eight Japanese soldiers and trucks covered each other and fled, leaving only the bodies of four or five companions and the puppet who had his face covered in iron sand and still had the strength to scream.
military.
"Boom!"
There was another explosion of marlezi in the surrounding mountains and forests, and this time Wei Ran could see clearly that it was an arrow, an arrow with marlezi tied to it.
A cloud-piercing arrow?
Wei Ran muttered subconsciously, and at the same time he aimed his gun at the rear of the truck and pulled the trigger into the cargo bed.
After seeing off the fleeing enemies, he immediately stepped on his skis, carried his gun on his back, and rushed toward the mass grave a hundred meters away with a strong push of his ski pole.
But Hu Bazhi, who should have been closer, went somewhere.
Time is running out, and Wei Ran will not waste time. He still has the return mission of seizing 20 kilograms of weapons.
First, he gave the puppet soldier a kick on the neck who looked like he was breathing more air than taking in air. After Wei Ran rummaged through his body for a while, in addition to two packs of cigarettes, he unexpectedly found a cigarette with "
Three police-style Mauser pistols with the nickname "Box", and three spare bullets in magazines.
This was a real surprise. Wei Ran immediately took off the three boxes, the matching wooden gun box, and the spare bullets.
To be continued...