Sword of Death Camp

Chapter 15 The Convoy Escorting Supplies
After all, the old scholar was a well-organized cultural person. After calling everyone, he arranged for the young and strong to search the ammunition belts on the Japanese and the guns on the ground.

Then he asked if anyone knew of the large troops of the Eighth Route Army nearby. Looking at the unconscious Chen Shanhe, maybe only the large troops of the Eighth Route Army could wake him up.

More than 100 people in the village know about Chen Shanhe's desperate efforts to save the whole village from the hands of a dozen Japanese soldiers.

At this time, Chen Shanhe was in a coma. Hearing from the old scholar that he was looking for troops from the Eighth Route Army, the villagers were also interested, but they rarely walked around with other villages and towns except for herding sheep and plowing the land.

I don't have that time, after all, I have to plan food from the ground to support a family.

But there was one exception, an old lady stood up and said, "Mr. Xiucai, my daughter married to Yushugou.

More than ten days ago, my daughter was ill. I took a few eggs and went to see her. It seems that I saw a few soldiers in their village.

He is also wearing gray clothes, maybe he is just like him! "

Elm ditch.

The old scholar thinks that Yushugou is more than 10 miles away from here, and the mountain road is difficult to walk at night. Even if it is only more than 10 miles away, it is estimated that it will take a night.

But saving people is like putting out a fire, Chen Shanhe suffered three gunshot wounds, and there is no room for him to waste time.

So I decided that even if I was walking the mountain road at night, I had to carry the person to Yushugou before tomorrow morning.

At this time, Sun Shijiang, who brought the young and middle-aged man to collect the Japanese corpses in the corner of his eyes, came back with a happy face.

"Do you know how many guns there are?
Ten guns, 10 people, some of them were not found.

Especially those two people who fell down with Shanhe couldn't be found, it was too late!

If you want to find all those guns and guns, you have to wait until tomorrow! "

Sun Shijiang put down 10 belts, all with bullet boxes. Generally, the Japanese army would have two smaller bullet magazines and one bullet box on their leather belts.

The first two magazines generally hold 30 rounds each, while the rear magazine is larger and holds 60 rounds.

That is to say, if it is before consumption, each soldier of the Japanese army usually carries 120 rounds of ammunition.

However, the only bullets that can be decided by Japanese soldiers at any time are the 60 rounds on the two smaller bullet boxes in front.

The 60 rounds of ammunition carried by the larger bullet box on the back are prepared for the machine gunner. This is the ammunition carried by the rifleman for the machine gun and is generally not allowed to be used.

But in an emergency, the rifleman ran out of bullets, and if he wanted to use the ammunition carried by the machine gun, it was fine, as long as he applied to his superior and got approval.

But now the belts carrying a large amount of ammunition in this way were brought back by Sun Shijiang, and there were actually 10 belts.

Just thinking about it is a huge fortune.

The trembling hand of the old scholar gently touched a black bump with stripes, like a small hammer.

"This, it should be, the Japanese often use their hands to throw bombs."

The old scholar carefully put down the guy in his hand. If he threw the bomb with his hand, if he was not careful, he could wipe out the group of people who gathered here to watch.

Then he picked up several other tin cans.

I looked at it, but I don't know much about it.

But since it was picked up from the Japanese, it must be a good thing.

"Take them all!
We took the gun, bullets, the hand-throwing bomb, and other things, and we drove all night, climbing mountains to find the Eighth Route Army!
No time to waste time here! "

Chen Shanhe is now lying on a very simple stretcher and being carried by four young and strong people together. There are two people lighting torches at the front and back, and the old scholar did not follow.

As he was getting older, he didn't want to be burdensome, but his son was one of the four who carried the stretcher, and his grandson Du Xinghua was one of the torches.

A group of people were stunned in the dark and windy barren mountains, carrying a person on the night road, walking with the eyes shining brightly in the wilderness.

If Chen Shanhe is sober at this time, everyone here may have to eat meat.

The fluorescent eyeballs in this wilderness are either wolves or bears and tigers.

In this day and age, there are still many bears and tigers, and the wild is still dominated by wild animals, as long as they don't meet hunters and soldiers.

Tigers often come into the village to steal cattle and sheep.

(In our village, tigers came into the village to steal cattle in the past six years.)
But the group of people in front of them was obviously large and powerful, so the wild wolves, bears, tigers, or leopards did not attack when they passed by.

You must know that even the most experienced hunters dare not act at night in the barren mountains, but if there are many people, it will be different.

When it was just dawn, Sun Shijiang had already left the barren mountains with a young man and came to the main road, which is the road to Yushugou.

And they were very lucky, as soon as they got there, they saw a group of people, driving pack horses and two carts coming from east to west.

Moreover, the military uniforms they wore were very similar in style and color to Chen Shanhe carried on the stretcher.

It is the clothes Chen Shanhe is wearing, which looks a bit like the other party's clothes have been washed white.

It can be clearly seen that they are not the Japanese army, as long as they are not the Japanese army, they are not enemies, Sun Shijiang thinks so.

He greeted him from a distance: "Boss, boss!"

The other party was very alert. When they saw Sun Shijiang and the others from a distance, they had already taken the gun from their shoulders and pointed it at Sun Shijiang and the others.

"Stand, who?"

Sun Shijiang stopped quickly, and waved his hands with a smile: "Boss, boss, there is no other meaning, but one of your brothers was shot when he was fighting with the Japanese!

On the shelf at the back, how many of you can help pull him back to your army, and let the doctors of your army take a look? "

When the other party heard this, they still did not relax their vigilance, and they seemed to be quite elite.

A small boss-like figure, who should be the leader of these twenty or thirty people, gestured to a soldier beside him.

The soldier put away his gun and trotted towards Sun Shijiang and the others, because they also saw that there was indeed a person lying on the stretcher that Qing Zhuang put down behind Sun Shijiang.

But when the soldier ran over, he breathed a sigh of relief after just looking at it. It wasn't theirs, it was Balu.

He lowered his head and looked, and there was indeed a gunshot wound on Balu in front of him, and there was also a penetrating wound on his chest.

After he glanced at it twice, he trotted back to the person who looked like the captain.

"Platoon leader, he is an eight-way man. He has three gunshot wounds on his body, and another one went through his right chest. He can't survive!"

It turned out that the team escorting the two carts for supplies was a platoon, and the leader was the platoon leader.

The platoon leader was relieved when he heard that there were indeed wounded people, but it was just an eighth pass.

"Folks, this Balu is not a member of our Jinsui army, and he was shot three times in the body, unconscious, one of the shots passed through the chest, and his lungs were smashed, and he is hopeless. up.

We have to escort the supplies, please let me go! "

After finishing speaking, he ordered his subordinates: "Stay vigilant and pass quickly!"

These days, they are mainly escorting supplies, and there will be more or less malicious prying eyes along the way.

Therefore, it is also possible for these people in front of them to pretend to deliver the wounded and then rob them.

Perhaps, on both sides of the road, there may be bandit ambushes.

Seeing that the man in front of him looked like an official, Sun Shijiang knelt down with a plop.

"Boss!

This is our benefactor!
He killed more than a dozen Japanese by himself last night and saved our entire village!
He is a hero, you can't ignore him! "

Almost everyone in the platoon in front of them was stunned for the supply and transportation troops, and then laughed almost at the same time.

"Old man, you killed a dozen devils by yourself, do you think he is a god?

You can’t even make up nonsense, do you know how many people we will die if we fight the Japanese and kill a Japanese soldier?
At least seven or eight, more than a dozen or more.

If more than a dozen Japanese were killed, at least we would have to kill hundreds of them.

If one person kills more than a dozen Japanese, who is he fooling?
Alright, let's bury him after he dies!

I got a penetrating gunshot wound, and it can't be cured!

Even if you go to our regiment headquarters, there is still a shortage of doctors and medicines, so go back! "

Seeing that they didn't believe it, Sun Shijiang stood up anxiously and took a few sacks from Qing Zhuang's hand.

"If you still don't believe it, it's obvious that it's true, there are more than a dozen Japanese guns and guns, belts and hands throwing bombs here.

Bring them all!
What I said is true, you see, it's all here! "

Sun Shijiang threw several sacks to the ground, 10 cowhide bullet belts, 10 rifles, grenade cans, and other things fell on the ground in a mess.

All the soldiers in a platoon stared straight at the scene.

(End of this chapter)