However, Hu Bazhi didn't seem to care about the box cannon. He just glanced at it casually and put it aside. He walked next to the white horse that was called over by the whistle and untied a "

"Kowloon Belt" bullet bag.

"What a fucking fuss!"

Hu Bazhi couldn't help but muttered after doubling the bullet bag. This leather bullet belt contained a total of 12 ammunition bags, but only 30 spare bullets were found in total.

The remaining bullet bags contained either a few silver coins, a roll of Japanese money, or simply a pack of cigarettes, a box of matches and other miscellaneous items.

Seeing that there was nothing extra to gain, Hu Bazhi carefully touched the man dressed as a Japanese and pulled out some valuable items. He immediately focused his attention on the cow hides placed on the table on the side of the entrance to the Temple of Wealth.

On Zhaowu's backpack.

While he was busy here, Wei Ran was not idle either. In addition to carrying a grenade on his back, he also emptied two casually pulled cowhide Zhaowu backpacks and emptied all the grenades he had collected.

He put one in.

After the consumption by the Japanese and Weifan just now, there are still 53 Type 89 grenades left, including two signal bombs, four smoke bombs, and six illumination bombs.

The total of these items must have exceeded 20 kilograms. Even so, he was greedy and took another grenade launcher - these can be used as gifts for the anti-Union fighters.

In addition to completing the task of seizing weapons, he also used his not very useful machine gun every once in a while to hit the few remaining Japanese in the woods outside the wall.

With the cooperation of the "three parties", the remaining Japs did not last long before they were all killed. The puppet troops on both sides of the river and in the middle of the river gradually became quiet.

After a while, Zhao Jinyu also came back over the wall carrying Wei Ran and Hu Bazhi's belongings.

"Brother Zhao, this is for you!"

Hu Ba pointed out and handed over the box gun he had just seized along with the wooden gun case and 10 rounds of ammunition.

"Ho! Two short eight-point speed machines made by Dezhou! These are good things! They are no worse than the ones used by Brother Wei." Zhao Jinyu immediately recognized the box cannon as he took it.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Have you done it before?" Hu Bazhi asked curiously.

"This is the one my second brother uses. He said it was given to him by a guy, but his one was made by the Dago Factory, so it's not as good as this one!"

Zhao Jinyu looked at it fondly, and then returned it to Hu Bazhi, "Brother Hu, this is for you, give yours..."

"Here you go, take it!"

Hu Bazhi pressed the 10 bullets that belonged to him into the three empty boxes and said, "My accuracy is not as good as yours. I can still use it if I fire one round at a time. I can fire continuous rounds like Brother Wei does. It's purely

It’s a waste of bullets. Besides, this gun is small and easy to carry.”

As he spoke, he had loaded the three boxes with bullets, then handed the remaining 10 bullets to Wei Ran, and asked, "Brother Wei, what should we do next?"

"Which one of you is the best at talking nonsense?" Wei Ran asked as he took down the two crooked sticks and put them together.

"That must be Brother Hu"

Zhao Jinyu said first, "I can't open my eyes at half-past spring."

"That's okay"

Wei Ran didn't give Hu Bazhi a chance to be humble. He loaded the gun with bullets and said, "Stand at the door later. First talk to Panpan on the opposite side of Hegouzi and ask them where they are from."

"Where are those puppet troops?" Hu Balzhi asked, seemingly not worried about his own safety.

"I'll arrange them"

As he spoke, Wei Ran put the loaded bullet on the crooked handle on the wall, and then loaded the other one with ammunition and said at the same time, "Brother Zhao, wait and guard the machine gun. I won't let you shoot. Don't hold back the fire."

"

"good!"

Zhao Jinyu said and quickly put the box cannon on his belt, "This Kowloon Belt is also a good thing. Brother Wei, please take it..."

"Just keep it, I won't need it." As he said that, he picked up another crooked stick and put it on the wall.

"Listen to the puppet troops outside!"

While Wei Ran pressed the only 10 rounds of Mauser pistol bullets into the box cannon, he shouted loudly through the wall, "Here are the numbers of 10 for you! Put your guns together!"

"We surrendered our guns, if you..."

"Da da da!"

Wei Ran did not give these traitors and traitors a chance to negotiate terms. He pulled the crooked trigger and fired a series of bursts. Then he immediately retreated behind the wall and shouted, "Chinese people will not fight Chinese people! Unless I am forced to do it! It's life."

You decide for yourself if you want to die! I can blow up the ice under your feet even with a Japanese grenade."

"No! We surrender!"

Before the words were spoken, the puppet soldiers had already put the weapons in their hands together, and spiritually raised their hands to distance themselves from the weapons.

Seeing Wei Ran nodding towards him, Hu Bazhi lifted up his belt, fastened the three-handled box to his waist, straightened the dog-skin hat on his head, and put on the dog-skin hat that Zhao Jinyu had just brought back.

Ao, then strode out of the gate of the Temple of Wealth, and also stood on the edge of the river ditch and responded loudly, "When you go out for a walk, which god will come to visit you?"

Not long after, a man came out of the woods opposite the river ditch. He stood by the river ditch with a golden sword, raised his fists on his left shoulder and weighed them. He responded loudly and loudly, "There are clouds in the sky in the northwest, but I am playing the piano."

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"Throw it off!" Hu Bazhi said with a big wave of his hand.

"Lanternvine!"

"It turns out to be Brother Zhao!"

Hu Bazhi held his fist from a distance and weighed it on his left shoulder. He breathed a sigh of relief and asked loudly, "I don't know which pavilion you want to worship? Is it right for Cao Da to be in charge of the plate?"

"

"Brother! Is that you?"

Before Hu Bazhi could finish his words, Zhao Jinyu suddenly stood up and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Brother! It's me! Jinyu!"

"Jinyu!"

There was an exclamation from the other side, and regardless of the dirty talk, he shouted and asked, "Why are you here?"

"Where is my second brother?!" Zhao Jinyu did not answer, but just shouted and asked.

The man opposite him immediately realized something and shouted quickly, "Your second brother Jinshan has gone to Maozi's territory! Where is your third sister?!"

"Shanxi confinement period!"

Zhao Jinyu responded loudly, and excitedly said to Weiran and Hu Bazhi, "That's my eldest brother Zhao Jinge on the other side! We just confirmed it, he has the final say over there! Do you want to meet?"

"We should go over here or you should come over!"

Before Wei Ran and Hu Bazhi could speak, Zhao Jinge from the opposite side also shouted. At the same time, others had already run towards the wooden bridge over the river.

Wei Ran and Hu Bazhi looked at each other, took the crooked handle down and said, "Let them wait, there are still puppet troops that have not been dealt with."

"Yes, yes!" Zhao Jinyu slapped his forehead and quickly shouted to his elder brother Zhao Jinge to wait a moment.

"The puppet troops in Hegouzi listen!"

Wei Ran shouted angrily, "Come here with your hands up if you want to live! Kneel down side by side with your back to me, and put your hands around the neck of the person next to you! Put your extra hands on the top of your head.

superior!"

As soon as he said this, the disarmed puppet soldiers didn't even stumble. They swarmed back through the waist-deep snow, kneeling in a row beside them, and at the same time, they

His hands were placed on the necks of the people on both sides.

"Comrade Zhao Jinge! Bring your people over here!" Wei Ran shouted.

Across the river, Zhao Jinge raised his eyebrows when he heard the word "comrade". After a moment of hesitation, he waved his hand behind him, "Old Zhang! You stay with the people from the second team! The first team

!Get over here!"

"Can you trust your brother?"

The man known as Lao Zhang asked cautiously. His beard and eyebrows were all covered with white frost, and his old face was also covered with frostbite.

"Believe it or not, he should have come to join us to fight the Japanese." Zhao Jinge said.

"He came at the wrong time..." Lao Zhang said with a sigh.

Zhao Jinge opened his mouth and finally gave the order, "Guerrilla team one! Come with me!"

Before he finished speaking, warriors in ragged clothes but with resolute expressions appeared from behind the surrounding trees.

Without any excessive communication, Zhao Jinge led them across the wooden bridge and stepped on the sledge marks step by step to the entrance of the Temple of Wealth.

"Brother! It's really you!"

When Zhao Jinyu saw Zhao Jinge, his eyes turned red and tears fell down.

"What's wrong with you?"

Zhao Jinge immediately realized something and asked cautiously, "Mom and dad..."

"Dead, all dead!"

Zhao Jinyu, who was unable to cry, was wiping away tears while telling the story of his family's experiences in an aggrieved manner.

With a silent sigh, Wei Ran took out his camera and clicked the shutter for the two brothers and the dozen or so anti-union fighters behind them. Then he stuffed the camera back into his arms and picked up the boy under the vigilant gaze of the anti-union fighters.

He pointed his hand crookedly at the prisoners kneeling in a row and said, "Listen to me, take off all your cotton-padded clothes, trousers and shoes now!"
To be continued...