Heroes of the Anti-Japanese War

Chapter 6 Ambush I
Wang Haibin glanced back at the brothers who were following him and suddenly stopped still.

"Where is your hat?" Wang Haibin asked sharply.

"Isn't it, damn it on the head?" Sha Tao replied puzzled.

"Now you are wearing a dog fur hat with frayed hair. Where is your fox fur hat?" Wang Haibin asked.

Sha Tao was also dumbfounded after reaching out to take off the hat on his head.What he was holding in his hand was not a charcoal-red fox fur hat at all, but a dog fur hat that was about to become bald!
"I was wondering, where did my hat go?" Sha Tao said in a puzzled way.

"Does it need to be said? It must have been dumped by that little bastard Qian Xiaobao!" Wang Haibin said angrily.

This fox was shot by him.It's almost cross-cutting between the two eyes, leaving no blemishes on the fur at all.Although he always scolded his brother, he still wanted to leave the best for Sha Tao.

He didn't expect such a good hat to be easily cheated by Qian Xiaobao.

"Wait, the next time I see Qian Xiaobao, that bastard, I'll give him a shot and two eyes!" Silly Tao said.

In the woods three or four miles away, Qian Xiaobao was proudly looking at the fox fur hat in his hand.

Just now he pretended to be kind to help Sha Tao take the hat and let him wipe his sweat.Then he conveniently put his hat on Sha Tao's head.

Qian Xiaobao let out a soft breath.A small swirl suddenly appeared on the fiery red fox fur.

This fox fur is so smooth!
Qian Xiaobao proudly put on his hat and strode eastward.

He was going to walk east to Chaihe to buy a new pair of cotton shoes for himself, and then look for an opportunity to make a vote.

Now all he had with him was a bayonet and a single-shot pistol.If you don't get a new guy, there will be no way to deal with the Japanese in the future.

Chaihe is just a small place with hundreds of households.But within the range of hundreds of miles, it is considered a big place to have hundreds of families.

The people near the Chai River basically rely on the mountains to eat the mountains, and most of them make a living by logging.Everyone else is making money from loggers, too.

On the way to Chaihe, Qian Xiaobao heard the chants of loggers from the mountains several times.The shouts were powerful and loud, as if they were singing in a chorus.

Food and drink are sold the most on a main street in Chaihe.It's the kind that keeps you full for a small amount of money.

This is not the first time Qian Xiaobao has come here.He lifted the curtain of the cotton door familiarly, and walked into a small door selling food.

As soon as he walked in, his already frozen body felt warm from the heat in the room.

Putting his hat and hat on the table, Qian Xiaobao shouted, "Master, a bowl of porridge, two big pancakes, and a plate of pickles."

A woman in her 30s neatly placed a large bowl of porridge and a plate containing two large pancakes in front of Qian Xiaobao.As soon as she turned around, she brought back a plate containing a garlic eggplant.

Qian Xiaobao grabbed a big pancake and started to eat it with big mouthfuls of porridge.

He has not eaten for a whole day.Now the intestines are fighting in the stomach.

After drinking a few sips of porridge, Qian Xiaobao was already sweating on his forehead.It's so comfortable.

There is a table of guests in the house built of wood.Four or five lumberjacks were drinking from large bowls around two plates of pickles.

Logging is tiring and dangerous.It is commonplace to bleed from touching hands and feet.More serious things often happen too.Everyone is exchanging their lives for money these days.

One garlic eggplant was not enough, so Qian Xiaobao asked the proprietress to add another one.

At the end of the meal, Qian Xiaobao wiped his mouth and put two cents on the table.

This time Mr. Zhang and the others asked Wang Haibin to bring him thirty yuan.This amount of money is already a lot for the few strands of the mountain that are becoming more and more impoverished.

Killing Qian Xiaobao will lose the morality of the world.But it would be troublesome to let Qian Xiaobao keep tossing in the mountains and finally provoke the Japanese to send a large army into the mountains.

In the end, everyone felt that it was better to give this donkey Qian Xiaobao a sum of money to let him leave here far away.

Everyone is the first or second generation to enter the Guandong.Most of them are errand runners without a family.

So as long as there is a little more population, there are women who make money by mending clothes and making shoes for men.

Qian Xiaobao looked at several shoe sellers, but he was not very satisfied.A pair of shoes can be worn out in just a few days if he wears them all day long.

If you freeze your feet in the mountains, you may have to walk on the ground for the rest of your life.

Qian Xiaobao didn't buy shoes, but bought a big yellow sticky cake.Eating this kind of thing can fight hunger the most.He is going to take it on the road to eat.

The boss quickly wrapped the sticky cake with two cattail leaves and handed it to Qian Xiaobao.

"Boss, isn't there a grocery store here that sells Japanese cotton rubber shoes?" Xiaobao asked.

"Yes, it's the first family in Jinximian. But the money for a pair of cotton and rubber shoes is enough to buy four or five pairs of cloth shoes." The boss replied.

Qian Xiaobao put the sticky cake in his arms and walked out of the shop.

Now there are logging camps almost everywhere.Most of the felled wood was purchased by the Japanese and pulled away by small trains.

In recent years, the Japanese have built more and more small train tracks in the mountains, and they are getting longer and longer.

Qian Xiaobao really found a store selling Japanese groceries in the westernmost part of Chaihe.He spent five yuan inside to buy a pair of cotton rubber shoes and a box of matches.

Lighting a fire in a secluded spot in the mountains could very well save a life.

Qian Xiaobao walked out of Chaihe with the things he bought.When he got to a place where no one was leeward, he couldn't wait to take off the dilapidated Ula shoes on his feet and put on the newly bought cotton rubber shoes.

The cold toes immediately felt a warmth rise from the feet to the whole body.He stomped his feet a few more times and felt that the cotton shoes still fit well.

Then Qian Xiaobao strode towards the mountain.

He has now figured out what to target.Start with the little train that pulls logs from the mountains.

To be precise, it was to attack the people on the escort train.

These guys all had guns on them.Get rid of these people, and you will have another guy in your hands.

The track of the small train is easy to find.But Qian Xiaobao didn't know when the train would leave the mountain, so he could only wait in the deep mountain forest where the snow was knee-deep.

Can't go back to Chaihe again, it will be easy to remember after a long time.After really succeeding, the Japanese will soon be able to dig out their own face.

Qian Xiaobao walked back and forth along the track several times.He also memorized the approximate times of the roadman's rounds.

Finally he picked a corner.When it got here, the train had to slow down, and then he could easily climb onto the train.

In the woods about a mile away from the track, Qian Xiaobao built a semicircular snow wall to block the northwest wind.Find twigs and leaves and light a small bonfire.

The whistle of the train can be heard clearly from miles away.Then Qian Xiaobao ran to the turning point from here.

He took out the pistol, which still had one bullet, checked it again and reinserted it in his waist.

Insert sticky cakes with twigs and bake them on the fire.In the past few years of dealing with the Japanese in the mountains, Xiaobao has eaten all kinds of hard money.Now he's used to it.

(End of this chapter)