In the first month of the year, Guandong Mountain.
There is a vast expanse of white, and there is no color between the sky and the earth, as if there are only three colors, black, white and gray.
Under the gray sky, the cold wind penetrated the bones, and the blowing snow foam hit the face like a needle prick.
Xiaowuzi held a 38-meter pole in his arms and sat down on the smooth snow on the hillside, sliding down the mountain at lightning speed. He was controlling the direction with his feet wearing Ural shoes, so as not to hit the tree stump and hit his dick.
There were two bullets left in the gun, and he had already removed the bayonet and inserted it into his leg braces. The steel mouth of this thing is good, it can be sharpened quickly, and it is also longer than the leg fork, so it is easy to use.
There is a small village at the foot of the mountain, with only about ten households. Xiao Wuzi came here to find someone, a woman.
Something is wrong.
There were several plumes of black smoke rising from the village. The smoke from cooking was definitely not this color. Only when the thatched cottage was set on fire would such black smoke be emitted.
Xiao Wuzi slowed down his pace and used the trees outside the village to conceal his figure and slowly approached.
The wind carried the cries of adults and children, the sound of gunshots, and the murderous laughter of the perpetrators.
Xiaowuzi walked a few more steps, leaned against a big tree, knelt on one leg, raised his gun, and aimed forward. Because he had already heard the woman's cry, coming from the thatched house nearest to him.
A woman with disheveled hair, her cotton-padded jacket torn to reveal the cotton, no clothing on her lower body, bare legs and feet, cried, frantically rushed out of the house and ran to the outside of the village.
After the woman ran a few dozen steps, two Japs came out of the house. One picked up the gun and took aim.
"Bang" sound.
The woman's thigh, which was red from the cold, was shot. She fell down on the snow, struggled to get up, and continued running with a limp.
She had to run, and only by running desperately could she escape from this hell on earth.
Just when the Japs were about to fire the second shot.
"boom."
A bullet whirled into his forehead. The Japs actually kept holding the gun and stood still for two or three seconds before falling to the ground.
After Xiao Wuzi fired the shot, he quickly pulled the bolt and let the bullet casing jump out of the magazine. Before the other Japs could react, there was another "bang" and the last bullet was fired.
Xiao Wuzi was very confident in his marksmanship. Within a hundred meters, there was basically no need to consider wind direction, wind speed and other factors. A Japanese who was shot would definitely die.
Throwing down the gun without bullets, Xiao Wuzi rushed forward, bent down, and pulled out the bayonet from his leg bindings. He had to race against time and get the enemy's ammunition before the enemy came out.
When he was about ten meters away, the Japs in the room came out, covering his neck with one hand, and his clothes were covered in blood. Staggering out the door.
Xiaowuzi ran two steps, waved his hand, and threw the bayonet out. A flash of white light flashed, and the sharp bayonet hit the Japanese in the chest and penetrated between the sternum. The already injured Japanese man screamed and fell down on his back.
Xiaowuzi finally rushed to the place and found that there were only these three Japanese in the room and no one else came out.
He quickly took off a Japanese soldier's belt as quickly as possible. There was a bullet box and a grenade on it. He grabbed a gun, turned around and ran away, faster than when he came.
The other Japs in the village must have heard the gunshots here. So Xiaowuzi turned around while running. When he ran out of the village and headed towards a forest ahead, he turned around and saw several figures in yellow military uniforms already holding up guns.
Xiao Wuzi jumped into a hazelnut tree on the side of the road. The messy shrub branches scratched his face, but he didn't care. He raised his gun and aimed in the direction he came from.
Fortunately, Xiao Wuzi reacted quickly enough. Just as he was lying down, a gun rang out from behind. From the sound, at least four people fired at the same time. The bullet passed over the place where he had just run and hit the tree trunk in the distance, making a "chirp" sound.
Xiao Wuzi poked his gun out from the tangled branches of the bush, aimed at the leading Japs, and hit him in the face, causing the Japs to fall heavily on his back.
This shot frightened the other Japs so that they no longer dared to chase him out of the village.
Xiao Wuzi stood up and continued to rush into the woods at a low speed. He knew that the insulted woman must have come here.
After entering the woods, he turned left and right and not far away, he saw a woman squatting on the ground holding her legs in the hay under the roots of the tree.
Xiaowuzi knew her and came to this village to find her.
Xiao Wuzi quickly took off his sheepskin coat and threw it to her. He turned around and leaned against a tree to aim outside the forest.
Zhang Caiqin, like Xiao Wuzi, was a traffic officer in the First Route Army of the Anti-Japanese War.
Today, this team of Japanese soldiers is mainly here to capture her. She originally wanted to die, but she still had a mission, and she still had information that had not been passed on.
Just now in the house, she was pinned down on the kang by three Japanese soldiers and their clothes were torn to pieces. When he was about to insult her, she resisted, grabbed the candlestick next to her and stabbed the Japanese soldier who was pressing on her in the neck.
He rushed out of the house before the other two Japs could react.
She was already in despair, but she didn't expect a sudden turn of events, and she immediately saw the person she wanted to see the most.
Caiqin stood up, revealing her legs that were covered in goosebumps from the cold.
He took a ball of cotton exposed from his cotton-padded jacket and pressed it on the wound on his thigh to stop the bleeding.
Facing Xiao Wuzi who was aiming backward, he said: "Xiao Wuzi, listen carefully to me. You must remember every word I say. You must not forget it. It is more important than our lives."
"On the mountain behind the secret camp of Xiaoerdaohezi, there is a big birch tree. There are three big stones under the tree. At the root of the fifth branch from the bottom of the tree, there is a piece of loose bark, which contains information. .”
After Caiqin finished speaking, she asked Xiao Wuzi to repeat it. Xiao Wuzi had a good memory and remembered it after listening to it once. While looking out of the forest, he said: "On the mountain behind the secret camp, there are three big stones of white birch under the tree, and the fifth branch has moving bark."
Caiqin nodded and felt relieved. She spread Xiao Wuzi's coat on the snow, knelt down and sat on it, then gathered the corners of the coat and covered her legs, which were red from the cold.
Caiqin asked Xiao Wuzi to keep the gun and bullets, and asked for a grenade, and then said to him: "You are smart, go quickly, I will stop the pursuers for you, and you must find the information, no matter what the cost." To find information."
Xiao Wuzi really couldn't bear to leave her here like this and wanted to carry her on his back and run away.
Caiqin opened his eyes and said extremely seriously: "Don't be so impatient, this is an order. Hurry!"
Xiaowuzi had no choice but to hand her the gun, a box of bullets and a grenade, remove the bayonet from the gun and pin it on his waist, then take off his dog-skin hat and wrap it around her bare feet.
He gritted his teeth and ran wildly into the depths of the jungle.
Caiqin leaned against a big oak tree, which was strong enough to block a person's body.
Seven or eight Japanese soldiers came from a distance, carefully bending over and holding guns as they moved forward step by step.
It’s time to hear the sound of suede shoes on the snow in the silent woods. Caiqin quickly picked up the gun and pressed it tightly against the tree trunk.
With a "bang", one of the Japanese soldiers fell down. When the other Japs heard the gunshots, they lay down on the snow in time and fired.
Caiqin turned around and watched the bullet grazing the bark of the tree beside him, and the bark was shattered into pieces.
After a burst of chaotic and intensive gunfire, the Japanese did not move, and neither did Cai Qin.
According to normal tactics, the Japanese would definitely send people to come around, but so far they haven't seen anyone or heard a sound.
As soon as Caiqin stretched out the gun body from behind the tree, she heard a gunshot, a bullet hit the barrel, and the huge momentum knocked the gun out of her hand.
Just when he reached for the gun again, a bullet flew from the other direction and penetrated between her shoulder and back, knocking her down to the snow.
Zhang Caiqin was lying on her stomach, and the fur coat wrapped around her lower body was blown open by the wind, revealing her legs without any clothing. It stands out on the snow.
Two Japanese soldiers came over cautiously. One was on guard with a gun, and the other bent down and stretched out his hand to pull Caiqin to see if she was dead.
With a push of her hand, Cai Qin moved slightly, revealing the yellow-smoking grenade underneath her body.
The Japanese soldiers were shocked and it was too late to escape.
With a "boom", the grenade exploded.
The bodies of the two people were instantly torn into pieces by the huge destructive force.
The sound of the explosion spread far in the valley, then hit the mountain wall and returned with a rumble.
Xiaowuzi was already five miles away at this time.
After hearing the explosion, he paused, took a deep breath of the cold air, and accelerated his pace.
The dressing habit of Guandong people in this era was to wear a fine cloth shirt underneath, a small cotton-padded jacket outside, and a fur coat outside.
On his head is a dog-skin hat, and on his feet are leather Urula shoes.
Xiaowuzi is a child without a mother. No one makes him a shirt, so he wears a cotton-padded jacket shirtless. This cotton-padded jacket was made for him by Aunt Caiqin, who had just died.
