War Photographer's Notebook

Chapter 1635: Skills of Turning a Living Father into a Real Father

We let the sled pull us for about an hour, during which time the sled turned left and right and crossed ditches and climbed bumps many times.

When the sled finally stopped, two people immediately pulled Wei Ran up and pushed him forward.

Gradually, Wei Ran, whose head was covered with a black cloth bag, also noticed that the temperature around him had risen a little, and the cold wind that had been blowing towards his body was also blocked.

After waiting for about ten minutes in jargon that Wei Ran could hardly understand, someone untied his tied hands, and at the same time, someone pressed the barrel of a gun against the back of his head, pushing him to turn in another direction and continue walking.

A moment later, with an unexpected kick on the knee, Wei Ran stumbled and fell forward, bumping into something hard amid the loud laughter of the crowd.

He shook his head back and forth to shake off the black cloth bag on his head, and he could see everything around him clearly.

At this time, he was locked in a small cage made of a wooden stick as thick as his ankle, less than 1.5 meters high and less than 1 meter wide.

This cage was definitely specially designed. It was impossible to stand up in such a small space, and one could not even stretch his legs when sitting. He could only maintain an uncomfortable half-squatting and half-standing posture.

Fortunately, through the gaps that were narrower than a palm, he also saw Hu Bazhi and the four brothers of the Qiu family who were also locked in other cages with their hands tied behind their backs.

Looking outside the cage, it seemed to be a dugout, but it was covered with a thick layer of corn stalks, and the entire area around it was corn stalks, and there were also a few half-grown wild boar cubs that were grunting and nodding around.

This is specially made to torture people! Wei Ran pondered while looking at the bandits outside the cage.

The bandit looked to be in his forties or fifties. At this moment, he was holding a hammer and using wooden wedges to nail the cage door shut.

"Carefully simmer"

The old bandit outside hammered the wedge in and said, "When he becomes obedient, we'll have a good talk."

"Okay," Wei Ran responded with a smile.

"I just like to tease the stubborn eagle"

After the old bandit finished speaking, he called on his accomplices who were holding box guns and carrying oil lamps to leave the dugout and close the door.

For a moment, the dugout was plunged into pitch darkness, but in this darkness, one could still hear the rustling sounds of the piglets and their occasional grunts.

"Why were you caught too?" Hu Bazhi asked in a low voice after waiting for a moment.

"They are using you as a threat, and they have surrounded me."

Wei Ran said nonchalantly, "What about you guys? What's going on with you guys?"

"These gang killed a mule and stopped us."

Hu Bazhi said angrily, "Damn it, I didn't fall into the hands of the devils, but fell into the hands of these gangs."

"It's normal that a powerful dragon can't suppress a local snake." Wei Ran paused and asked, "Are you sure you can get out?"

"It's easier to talk when you get out"

Hu Bazhi whispered, "This cage can't hold us."

"How to say?"

"In the past few years, I have learned most of Hongxia's kicking techniques. I should be able to kick this cage open."

Hu Bazhi's voice became even lower. "The problem is what to do after we get out? We probably can't run away without a gun, and we don't even know how many people are in this gang. If it's a big gang like Sun Dazhang Panzi, it's useless to run out of this cave. If we're not careful, we might get our legs cut."

"You just said that you and Sister Hongxia learned how to play the kicking game?" Wei Ran asked curiously.

“I just learned a few tricks.”

Hu Bazhi whispered, "What's the matter? Do you want to learn?"

"no need"

Wei Ran responded vaguely, but he had already started to wonder in his heart, could it be that the skill he learned in the previous task was this one?

Resisting the urge to kick the cage, Wei Ran whispered, "We need to catch a tongue and ask him."

“You need to ask someone.”

Hu Bazhi also said, "Wait a minute. I just saw that the trough in this cave has no food or water. I guess someone will come to feed the pigs later."

"Boss Qiu, do you know which gang this is from?" Wei Ran asked someone else.

"do not know"

In the darkness, Boss Qiu whispered, "We seldom go north of the river. There are too many hills and ridges here."

"Do they know our identity?" Wei Ran asked in a low voice.

"I don't know, but I can guess it's pretty close."

Hu Bazhi said in a low voice with worry, "Don't let our brother get caught. The saber in his hand cannot be seen in the light."

Upon hearing this, Wei Ran immediately realized that Hu Bazhi was referring to the guerrilla flag in the other party's hand. "I don't know if they caught my horse or not."

Wei Ran muttered to himself, and at the same time secretly hoped that the horse could really find Zhao Jinyu. After all, it had fished them out of the Shaying River that year.

Obviously, for such a life-saving matter, it is unrealistic to put your hope on an animal.

In the darkness, a food box that should not have appeared appeared next to Wei Ran's tied hands. With some rustling sounds, he also pulled out the food knife that Hu Bazhi had given him from the second layer of the food box.

"Why do I smell the aroma of pancakes!" Xiao Si'er whispered in disbelief in the darkness.

"How could that be? Why can't I smell it?" Yongwen said as he sniffed hard at the yellow snot that was about to cross the river.

"I smelled it too," Yongwu said in a low voice, followed by the gurgling sound of swallowing saliva in the darkness.

“All I smell is pig manure”

Wei Ran put away the food box as he spoke, carefully pulled out the food knife with both hands, and slowly cut the rope around his wrist.

Actually, the lunch knife was originally placed in the boot of his boots, but after he changed into a pair of Lapland boots, it was uncomfortable to keep it in the boot, so he threw it into the lunch box. He did not expect to use it at this time.

Without rushing to help the others untie the ropes, Wei Ran groped in the dark and found the railing of the wooden cage with the tip of his boots, then kicked it forward fiercely.

Driven by the inexplicable extra memory in his muscles, Wei Ran subconsciously tensed his toes and changed the way he exerted force, kicking the railing of the wooden cage with the forefoot.

"Crack!"

  With a crisp breaking sound, Wei Ran couldn't help but grin. He didn't expect that his father

No! That dad really taught me how to kick someone to death!

"What was that noise just now?" Hu Bazhi asked immediately, "Why did it sound like..."

"You guessed it right"

Wei Ran answered without waiting for the other party to finish, "We can't wait any longer. If these bandits knew our identities, they would probably contact the devils to hand us over. If we really wait until tomorrow, we won't be able to escape even if we want to. Boss Qiu, find a way to make those little pigs scream."

“That’s easy.”

Boss Qiu agreed confidently, and then the four brothers coaxed the piglets to the side of the cage with their voices "Lulululu" and kicked them in the nose.

Amid the piglets' squeaking, Wei Ran and Hu Bazhi each kicked them without any particular order.

"Crack!"

With almost overlapping breaking sounds, Wei Ran kicked the second wooden railing in half, while Hu Bazhi kicked open the first wooden railing.

Holding the two railings and shaking them, Wei Ran easily got out. Then he felt the cage and followed his memory to walk to Hu Bazhi's side. When the third breaking sound came, he whispered, "Give me your hand."

Hu Bazhi, who was originally planning to sneak out, turned around upon hearing this, allowing Wei Ran to grope and find his tied hands.

"do not move"

While Wei Ran whispered the instructions, he had already pulled out the food knife from his waist and cut the rope with one stroke.

The same method was used to untie the ropes for the four brothers of the Qiu family. Seeing that no one came, Wei Ran decided to discuss with Hu Bazhi in the dark. One of them found the exit of the dugout and guarded the door, while the other started kicking the cage with all his strength.

There is no doubt that Wei Ran would definitely rush to get the job of kicking the cage. As he kicked out one kick after another, he understood this move that his father taught him more and more clearly.

He even thought maliciously that if he broke someone's leg bone with his foot in the future, he would immediately use the massage and bone-setting techniques he mastered with both hands to reconnect it.

After releasing the four brothers of the Qiu family, Wei Ran thought that everything was fine and took the risk of taking out his lighter to light it and take a look. Then he touched the door of the dugout and observed the situation outside through the crack in the door.

"How did you bring so many things in?" Hu Bazhi asked curiously in a low voice.

"My boots are quite deep"

Wei Ran explained vaguely in a low voice, and then said, "Someone is coming, hide quickly."

Hearing this, Hu Bazhi immediately dodged and hid to the side of the door, while the four brothers of the Qiu family stood against the wall.

After waiting for a while, seeing the figure outside the door getting farther and farther away, Wei Ran immediately took out the butcher knife again, stretched out his hand along the crack in the door, and easily lifted the bolt on the outside.

Carefully pushing open the wooden door of the dugout, Wei Ran first saw three dugouts hidden in the woods.

Of the three dugouts, only the one closest to them had a light on, and sounds of cheering could be heard coming from inside.

Looking around again, Wei Ran and Hu Bazhi, who followed closely behind, saw the big white mule tied to the chimney of the lighted cave, and the sled next to it.

Of course, there was also a bandit peeing on a tree not far away.

Making a gesture to Hu Bazhi to keep quiet, Wei Ran crouched down and crawled out to hide in the shadow of the upper part of the dugout. Seeing this, Hu Bazhi immediately retreated back into the dugout and slowly closed the wooden door.

A moment later, the peeing bandit tied his belt and walked towards the lighted dugout.

However, before he could fasten his belt, a hand reached out from behind and covered his mouth. At the same time, he felt the cold sharp blade against his neck.