jdhmnovel Chapter 139: Moving the Food from the Fortress Back
Chapter 139: Moving the Food from the Fortress Back
Gu Wenxuan also led the Imperial Army to load all the food in the artillery tower onto the horse-drawn carriages.
Although the Imperial Army had more than 100 people, they did not dare to act rashly seeing that Gu Wenxuan was alone, because they had seen the soldiers around them die inexplicably.
They were really a little scared when they saw the lonely Gu Wenxuan. They didn't know who he was. Could he be a wizard?
If it was a wizard who could drive ghosts to fight for him, that would be too terrifying, so they obediently loaded the food onto the carriage and wanted to send this plague god away.
However, Gu Wenxuan took a look at the food in this stronghold and found that there was not much. He looked around and found that it was not as much as what he and Wang Tiedan and the others on the top of the mountain had. It was probably because the food here was only about ten tons.
At most, this amount of food is enough for the Japanese and the Imperial Army in this stronghold to eat and drink for one month.
It seems that in Henan, due to the great famine, food supply is indeed very difficult.
Just when Gu Wenxuan was loading the grain onto the carriage to ship it out, twenty or thirty young boys came running in from outside, led by the brothers Wang Guangbei and Wang Tiedan.
These twenty or thirty kids each carried a stick.
Wang Tiedan saw Gu Wenxuan and hurried over to say.
"My benefactor, are you not hurt?"
Gu Wenxuan said in a very strange way: "I am not injured, why should I be injured?"
Wang Guangbei came over and said to Gu Wenxuan:
"Brother, it's like this. We heard the sound of gunfire in the turret, so we hurried over here. We were afraid that you didn't have enough people! We know there are five or six hundred Japanese soldiers and the Imperial Army here!"
Gu Wenxuan looked at the sticks they were holding, and a few of them were holding knives for chopping wood.
He couldn't help but say to these people: "Even if I can't beat these people, aren't you just sending food here? Can your sticks and kitchen knives fight against their machine guns?"
Wang Guangbei said embarrassedly:
"Aren't we just afraid that our benefactor brother will suffer? We didn't think about whether we could win or not. All we thought about was helping our benefactor. As for injuries or death, we don't care."
Wenxuan was very moved when he heard these words from these young boys.
"Okay, you see I'm fine, but I still want to thank you for coming.
You help me to bring the food back, and if there are people in need nearby, give them some food."
Wang Guangbei said with some embarrassment:
"You asked us to take the food back. These imperial soldiers will come back to take the food back after you leave. They might even kill many of us!"
Gu Wenxuan turned around and glanced at the Imperial Army:
"Which of them dares to carry your food back? If they dare to come back for revenge, I will kill them all as a sacrifice to the gods!"
After that, a five-foot-long machete appeared in the sky.
Gu Wenxuan chopped at the concrete turret with his knife.
With a loud bang, the artillery tower was cut off in half by his sword.
No one present was not stunned.
Is this still a knife?
Wenxuan said to the Imperial Army who surrendered to the city:
"If your heads are as hard as the concrete of this turret, go ahead and take revenge on those kids! If your heads are not that hard, just forget about this matter with me!"
The four hundred or so surrendered Imperial Army soldiers nodded quickly and said:
"We will definitely not come to retaliate against these brothers. After the Chinese New Year this year, we will no longer join the Imperial Army!"
Gu Wenxuan didn't believe what these people said. It was a lie that they would not join the Imperial Army, because many of them joined the Imperial Army just to have enough food to eat.
"I don't care what you do in the future, but if you dare to expose the situation of these children, I will kill you without mercy."
These Imperial Army troops promised obediently not to tell the Japanese about these situations.
There were only a dozen or so horse-drawn carriages in this yard, and they would have to make several trips to transport the ten tons of grain, so Gu Wenxuan asked the children to lead the way and pull the grain back, and he remained guarding the yard.
But just after the food was pulled out, a burst of gunfire suddenly rang out.
Gu Wenxuan was shocked. Could it be that the Japanese reinforcements had arrived? Why didn’t you come so quickly?
Wang Tiedan ran back from the front and reported to Gu Wenxuan:
"Report to big brother, a White Army has appeared ahead, and they are trying to snatch the food!"
Gu Wenxuan disliked the White Party’s army from the bottom of his heart. He had never seen them coming during the war, but now that the war was over, they came out to rob food.
Are you trying to snatch the fruits of my victory?
Gu Wenxuan followed Wang Tiedan and walked forward. He wanted to see how powerful these White Party troops were. They were nowhere to be seen when they fought the Japanese, but the fruits of victory came so quickly this time.
He walked out of the large courtyard of the artillery tower and after a few steps, he saw that there was indeed a White Party army in front of him. They were pushing the Imperial Army aside and wanted to take away the food.
In front of Gu Wenxuan's carriage, there were twenty or thirty children who didn't want the soldiers to take away their food, so they started to make a fuss.
The previous gunshots were fired by the White Party troops, but they were fired towards the sky, threatening the children not to stop them from getting food.
After listening to the children's explanation, Gu Wenxuan was not so angry towards the White Party's army. If he had shot and injured these children, then this wave of White Party's army tonight would be the same as those Japanese troops and would have no chance of leaving this place.
However, when he walked up and took a look at the army, he was very surprised.
This White Party army was dressed in rags, and many of them were even wearing torn straw sandals. You have to remember that it was just after the Chinese New Year and it was the twelfth month of winter.
Many people were wearing thick cotton-padded jackets. The people on the table were all wearing thick cotton-padded jackets. Where did these people come from? They were wearing such tattered clothes, a single coat on the upper body, a single trouser on the lower body, and straw sandals on the feet. This was too weird.
Moreover, these people were very thin and some were shivering in the cold wind.
Wenxuan's heart moved. Could it be that these were the troops that came out from Sichuan to fight against the Japanese? He knew from some later documents that when the Sichuan Army came out to fight against the Japanese, they did not know that the north was so cold and they were all wearing very thin clothes. Moreover, they did not receive any supplies after arriving in the north.
Because they are local troops, they are not welcomed by the central government's direct troops.
They had to provide all their own supplies, so many of the Sichuan troops died before they even came into contact with real Japanese. Many of them died of cold or from illnesses caused by the cold that they did not receive treatment.
When these boys saw Gu Wenxuan coming out, they all moved closer to him, pointing at the White Party members in military uniforms and shouting loudly.
"These grains were snatched from the Japanese by our elder brother, so why are you trying to steal them from us?
If you have the guts, go and steal the food from those artillery towers.
There are three more turrets in the other three directions, go grab them!"
At this time, a very shy middle-aged man about 50 years old walked out of the White Party army. He was not tall, probably only 1 meters at most.
He also held a pipe in his hand.
Gu Wenxuan thought to himself: Could this be the legendary double-gun soldier?
But he also knew that there was indeed a double-gun army in the Sichuan Army, but that gun was not a dry pipe, but an opium pipe.
Let the thin soldier bow and clasp his fists towards Gu Wenxuan.
"Brother, can you give us some of your food? Our brothers haven't eaten for two days!"
After hearing this familiar accent, Gu Wenxuan felt mixed emotions.
He was also a Sichuanese before he traveled through time, but he could only be said to be a Sichuanese from several decades later. Now, when he saw his old predecessors wearing such thin clothes and still on the front line of the Anti-Japanese War, he really wanted to cry.
"Sir, are you from the Sichuan Anti-Japanese Army?"
The old man with the pipe heard the young man's accent.
He immediately understood that this young man was also from Sichuan. He walked up to him happily and patted his shoulder in a familiar manner.
"Oh, little brother, are you all from Sichuan?"
"Yes, I am from Sichuan too. Where in Sichuan are you from?"
The old Sichuan soldier took out a handful of wrapped tobacco leaves from his buttocks and handed one to Gu Wenxuan.
"Come on, brother, let's get some from my hometown! I'm from Lu County, Sichuan, how about you?"
In fact, Gu Wenxuan doesn't smoke this kind of dry tobacco.
For the sake of his enthusiastic fellow villager, he reluctantly took it and put it in his mouth.
"So you are from Lu County. We are also from Lu County. We are still from the same hometown!"
When the old man heard Gu Wenxuan from Lu County, he slapped his thigh.
"Oh, I finally met a fellow countryman. Come on, come on! Light it up, light it up, this cigarette is very strong!"
After saying this, the old soldier struck a match with Gu Wenxuan and lit his pipe.