For a moment, the cave became quiet again. You could hear the sound of the donkey chewing its cud, the sound of leather being processed, and the sound of snow falling outside the cave getting bigger and bigger.

For most of the next day, Hu Bazhi, who had drunk at least half a catty of wine, worked tirelessly. Wei Ran next to him also helped him with what he could do - chopping firewood.

While the two were busy, the sky darkened early, and Hu Bazhi went to the stove in advance and threw two potatoes as big as his fist into the stove.

When the sky completely darkened, the leather tubes had been propped up and hung in the cave. Hu Bazhi also took them at his fingertips and made a pot of Feilong without much seasoning, but with a lot of dried mushrooms.

Soup.

"Drink less at night," Hu Bazhi said, "I have to get up early tomorrow to continue hunting dogs. It's snowed heavily these past two days, and those wild dogs will definitely not be willing to part with the meat from the graves."

"Shall I go with you then?"

Wei Ran took over the job of making drinks and said proactively, "At least I can help you skin the dog or something."

"Follow me if you don't feel too cold." Hu Bazhi, who was busy serving rice, was as talkative as ever.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! After bringing the food and drink into the dark shack, Hu Bazhi dug out a glass can bottle filled with waxy substance from the nook and cranny, and casually used a piece of firewood to ignite the fire from the stove.

I borrowed a fire and lit the wick in the middle of the can.

Before the candle flame was fully lit, the wick crackled and exploded into individual candle flowers and plumes of black smoke were emitted. The black smoke was also mixed with the unique smell of pine oil.

No need to ask, most of them are pine oil lamps made by themselves. Apart from the smoke, they are not much worse than regular candles. And because the raw materials are everywhere, the wicks are much thicker and the brightness is naturally much higher.

Putting a dark glass lampshade on the mouth of the can, Hu Bazhi placed the candle on the side of the kang table, then took off his shoes and got on the kang to pick up the chopsticks.

At the same time, Wei Ran had already served a large bowl of Feilong soup for the other party and himself.

"If you plan to go hunting dogs tomorrow, you have to get up early."

After Hu Bazhi sat down cross-legged, he picked up the wine bowl and clinked it with Wei Ran. After drinking the scalded wine, he said, "You have to go out before dawn. If you go late, those wild dogs will smell the smell."

I don’t dare to come.”

"Don't worry, you can get up." Wei Ran also drank the contents of the bowl in one gulp.

"Brother Wei, where are you from?" Hu Ba asked, pointing to the pipe pot.

"Ji Province" Wei Ran also lit up a cigarette and replied while puffing out smoke, "Cangzhou in Ji Province."

Compared with the mutual testing during the lunch meal, the small talk at this time has turned into mutual familiarity and increased understanding.

Of course, Wei Ran had to admit that although the legendary Feilong soup looked clear and watery, with only meat and mushrooms, it tasted really delicious.

After chatting over bowls of broth and glasses of white wine while filling his stomach, Hu Bazhi insisted on giving up the warm kang to Wei Ran. He himself spread several layers of dog-skin mattresses on the floor and, with the help of alcohol, hugged him.

He fell asleep with the iron sand gun, whose lethality at close range was almost equal to that of a shotgun.

After a while, the only thing left in the shack was the stove, which was emitting warmth and gleaming light, and the loud snoring of Hu Bazhi.

Lying on the kang, Wei Ran looked at the occasional snowflakes falling from the ventilation window above his head, and couldn't help but secretly wonder whether he would meet Zhao Jinyu or Zhao Jinge tomorrow.

In the midst of his random thoughts, Wei Ran, hypnotized by the alcohol and the sound of crackling charcoal fire, gradually fell asleep with a trace of vigilance.

This time, he surprisingly slept very soundly.

But when Hu Bazhi woke him up, he was inevitably startled by the knife he had made by his own hand placed on his neck.

"I really thought you were the young master of a wealthy landlord."

In the dim but warm den, Hu Bazhi took a step back to let go of the knife on his neck and said in surprise.

"If I were really the young master of a landlord's family, I would be waiting to feed the dogs in the graveyard by now."

While Wei Ran was speaking, he had already gotten up and put back the knife in his hand that he had held all night long into its sheath.

"I believe you have the guts to kill the Japanese together."

Hu Bazhi breathed a sigh of relief, and while rubbing his neck with his hands, he praised, "It's really a real person without showing his face. That hand just now was so beautiful that the hairs on my body stood on end."

"My hands are so wet that I can't hold the knife every time."

Wei Ran hinted in a joking tone, and at the same time he was busy putting on his cotton coat and trousers.

"Don't worry, next time I'll stay far away and wake you up."

Hu Bazhi grinned and lighted the pine oil lamp in a silly manner. While getting dressed, he said, "Brother Wei, please get a Japanese gun later."

"Okay." Wei Ran responded simply, but didn't ask what he was doing with the gun.

With quick movements and fully dressed, Hu Balzhi filled the clay stove and the kang with a few pieces of firewood, then wrapped two pancakes and a few strips of dried meat in rabbit skin, and handed them over together with a potato that had been roasted all night beside the clay stove.

He gave it to Wei Ran and said, "Eat the roasted potatoes while they're hot. After that, we'll set off."

With that said, Hu Bazhi had already sealed the fire doors of the stove and the kang, and left the den with a baked potato.

Not long after, with the rustling movement, Hu Bazhi swept the snow off the roof of the shack, and then, he covered most of the skylight above his head with a piece of animal skin.

By the time Hu Bazhi bent down and walked in with two pairs of skis, a golden hook rifle, the Berdan II rifle and the iron sand gun, Wei Ran had already finished eating the hot baked potatoes.

"Can you use a fast horse?"

Hu Bazhi said, already handing over a pair of skis, "If you don't know how to use it, I'll teach you."

“Can use it”

Wei Ran also glanced at the hunting bow and quiver hanging on his waist before taking over the skis and golden hook rifle.

There is nothing to say about the rifle. Hu Bazhi has already helped load the bullets. However, this ski is a bit primitive. The wooden body is fixed with several leather ropes one finger wide, and the contact surface with the snow is still firm.

Nailed with a layer of furry animal skin.

Looking at Wei Ran suspiciously, Hu Bazhi turned around and walked out and said, "Since you know how to use it, I won't teach you."

Knowing that the other party was testing him, Wei Ran didn't waste any time. He also put on his dog-skin hat and walked out of the shack with his skis and weapons.

It had only been one night, and the snow on the ground was already almost a foot thick, and there were still finger-sized snowflakes floating overhead.

If you move to other places or go back to your own era, such a snowy day will only remind people of the iron pot relying on the goose and the refined sentence "Auspicious snow heralds a good harvest."

But at this moment, in this era of suffering and this man-eating forest and snowfield, this "snow" is equivalent to hell for the anti-alliance fighters.

Taking a deep breath to clear away his thoughts, he tied the primitive skis to his shoes quite skillfully, then picked up the handbag prepared for him on the ski pole next to him and put it on, gripped the ski pole tightly and followed.

Following Hu Bazhi's footsteps.

After deliberately marching hastily for about ten minutes, Hu Bazhi saw that Wei Ran could really keep up with him, so he slowed down slightly.

Just like when they brought Wei Ran back, the two of them kept silent in tacit agreement, and walked towards the graveyard where they first met, relying on the reflection of the snow.

Climbing over mountain ridges and sliding down quickly again and again, the two of them were like two ghosts running in the snow. In less than an hour, they arrived at the entrance of the cave where Hu Bazhi had locked the donkey.

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After welcoming Wei Ran into the cave, Hu Bazhi didn't take off his skis at all. He used ski poles to take down a broken basket hanging on the top of the mountain, took out a few marlezi from it and pinned it to his belt.

In line with Hu Bazhi's principle of not asking questions without explanation, Wei Ran changed directions with the other party and continued to move in the direction of the random graveyard.

Not long after, Hu Bazhi led him to a location about a hundred meters away from the mass grave.

"Just stay here and watch."

Hu Bazhi stopped and whispered, "Go and hide in the crooked-neck pine tree nearby. Unless you are unlucky and encounter a tiger, there is no danger."

"What about you?" Wei Ran asked.

"I'll come closer"

Hu Bazhi explained, "I didn't bring the donkey here today so I won't use the condom. I'll just wait and see when Brother Wei stops shooting."

"Then when can I shoot?" Wei Ran asked.

"If I shoot, you shoot again," Hu Bazhi said, "If I don't shoot, you don't shoot either."

"It's up to you"

Wei Ran said cheerfully, this time coming to beat the dog was not so much a help, but more a run-in before the two of them killed the Japanese together, and he could vaguely see that Hu Bazhi wanted to divide the relationship between the two of them.

Come out first and second.

Is this necessary?

Of course it is necessary. The two of them are not familiar with each other. If they continue to play their own roles, it will be a disaster for others and themselves.

Assigning a task to Wei Ran, Hu Bazhi held up his ski poles with both hands and rowed dozens of meters down the mountain ridge, stopping behind a tall and lush pine tree.

Seeing this, Wei Ran took off his skis and leaned against the tree, then climbed up the branches of the crooked-neck pine tree.

As he climbed up, although the light was not good, he noticed that the branches were almost pulpy from being trampled on. Obviously, Hu Bazhi must have climbed this tree frequently.

In particular, when he climbed as high as the roof of a house, he discovered that not only was a rope tied to the tree trunk, but one of the branches, which was as thick as a thigh, was also wrapped in a torn sack.

Riding on the tree branch wrapped in a sack, facing the trunk of the tree, Wei Ran first put the rope through his belt and tied a buckle, then took off the gun he was carrying and placed it on the branch.

Although it is blocked by pine branches and leaves, from this angle, you can clearly see the mass graves a hundred meters away.

Unfortunately, due to the angle, although he could clearly see the mass graves, he could not see Hu Bazhi at all, let alone where he was hiding.

After wrapping the dog fur coat tightly around him, Wei Ran fixed the gun with a gun belt, took off his handbag, took out his camera bag, changed the Robert camera to a telephoto lens, and looked at the mass graves that were almost buried in the snow.

Pressed the shutter.

So will Zhao Jinyu or Zhao Jinge show up later?
Chapter completed!