Soon, Zhao Jinyu and Hu Bazhi each emptied the kettles and wine gourds containing sorghum wine. Each of the twenty-something soldiers also received a small half cup of mellow sorghum wine.

Taking this opportunity, Wei Ran quietly retreated to the door of the underground cave, raised his Robert camera with a wide-angle lens, and took a photo of these happy young soldiers holding cups as if they were really celebrating the New Year.

"Captain Zhao, Senior Squad Leader Zhang."

Wei Ran touched the small aluminum bowl distributed by the Japanese to the two men, then took a sip of the sorghum wine in the cup, and then asked, "I want to ask you a question."

"What's the problem?" Zhao Jinge also took a sip of sorghum wine and asked curiously.

Glancing at Lao Zhangtou, who was also staring at him curiously, Wei Ran hesitated and asked, "If... I mean, if I have two baskets with things in them that I plan to give to you, you guys

What do you most want to have in it now?”

"What kind of problem is this?" Lao Zhangtou asked in confusion.

"Isn't this a way to celebrate the New Year in advance? Just talk nonsense!"

Wei Ran laughed and said, "So I want to ask you what New Year gifts you want most, such as guns, bullets, medicine, food and drink, or..."

"If there really were two baskets"

Tian Xiaohu put down the bones he had chewed and said, "I want two baskets of Japanese heads. The bigger the officer, the better."

"You have some weird ideas!"

The soldier with the Sichuan accent laughed loudly and said, "I would rather have my housewife and blind uncle in that basket for more chatting!"

"What are you letting them do?"

A young soldier who obviously grew up in the north asked, imitating the former's Sichuan accent, and as expected, the soldiers in the cave burst into laughter.

"Brother, don't imitate my speech!"

The soldier from Sichuan and Sichuan held a lunch box in one hand and a piece of mule meat in the other and said loudly, "I wonder what happened to my mother-in-law!"

"Old Li, you miss your mother-in-law as much as you want your mother-in-law, so what are you doing with your blind uncle?" Another soldier asked happily while chewing on a big piece of meat.

"My blind uncle is terrible!"

The soldier, who was called Lao Li but looked to be no more than thirty years old like Zhao Jinge, swallowed the meat in his mouth and argued, "He is very accurate in fortune-telling. He is simply a divine fortune teller! I want him to tell fortunes."

By the way, at some point will we be able to drive away the Japanese!"

As soon as these words were said, the den fell silent for a moment, and then the soldiers also spoke one after another. More and more strange things appeared in the two non-existent bamboo baskets.

It's a pity...

None of the "New Year gifts" they want can be prepared in advance for them by Weiran.

He couldn't even speak, couldn't express even a few words of encouragement to these desperate soldiers who couldn't see any hope but were still extremely optimistic.

Amid the increasingly lively discussion, the soldiers also filled their bellies with mule meat, and after drinking a few sips of the few wines in the bowl, each poured in several large bowls of scalding Feilong soup.

However, these warriors who were sweating profusely did not rest. Most of them kept picking up the greasy mule skin with a slight fishy smell and continued to give it to them under the guidance of Hu Bazhi.

Their newly acquired large cotton shoes were sewn with jingle shoes on the outside.

In addition, Lao Zhang ordered a few soldiers and led them quietly out of the cave to who knows where.

"Comrade Wei Ran, how about doing me a favor?"

Zhao Jinge, who was also sewing Jintan shoes, spoke before Wei Ran was about to sew shoes for the soldiers who left.

"What do you need me to do?" Wei Ran asked curiously.

"Write a letter to the family for everyone," Zhao Jinge said abruptly, "Wait for you to develop the photos and send them back together with their family letters."

"That's...ok" Wei Ran nodded and agreed.

"Just follow the order in which you took photos of the big guys."

Before Zhao Jinge finished speaking, a soldier quickly said, "I am the first, I come first!"

"I'll go find..."

"I've prepared everything for you," Zhao Jinge said, taking out a thick stack of Japanese letter paper from the kang and handing it to Wei Ran.

"Then come on..."

As Wei Ran said this, he pulled a small stool over and sat on the edge of the kang, using the cover of his coat pocket to take out the pen.

In fact, ever since he entered the battlefield in Teng County and came back alive, he has been practicing traditional Chinese characters intentionally or unintentionally, especially after the "beating" of the love letter, and now writing a letter in traditional Chinese characters is not a problem for him.

It's difficult. At best, I forget to write when I pick up my pen occasionally. Then I'll probably just use simplified Chinese characters instead.

"I want to write a letter to my mother, but I don't know if she is still alive..."

The soldier sat on the edge of the kang next to Wei Ran, sewing his jade shoes while telling him how much he missed and worried about his mother, how good his life was here, how brave he was in fighting the Japanese, and what he had achieved.

achievements, and the guarantee that the Japanese will be driven away.

In this letter ghostwritten by Wei Ran, there is nothing worrying about difficulties, even if...

Wei Ran couldn't help but look at the large frostbite on the soldier's face and his left ear, which had lost most of its frostbite.

"Hey! Lie to my mother so that he won't worry."

The soldier scratched the back of his head in embarrassment and explained, "My mother only has a son like me. If she knows how hard it is here, she will have to come here."

"Yes...it's time to lie to her old man."

Wei Ran sighed silently, "Is there anything else you want to say? I can write a lot more on this paper."

"Instructions..."

The soldier grinned, wiped his face, and said vaguely while continuing to sew the greasy shoes, "Tell her to dress warmly, eat well, and remember...remember to cook for my father for me."

A few pieces of paper. That's all..."

"good"

Wei Ran nodded after writing the last few strokes, "What is the address?"

"Lingyuan County, Rehe Province..." The soldier reported an address that haunted him without thinking.

"I will deliver it for you"

Wei Ran raised his head and looked at the other party seriously, "Including your photo."

"Thank you! Thank you!"

The soldier excitedly bowed to Wei Ran repeatedly, and at the same time, the latter quickly stood up to stop him. He... how could he be qualified to accept such a thank you gift?

For most of the next day, Wei Ran sat on the edge of the kang and wrote a letter home to each of the 19 soldiers in the diwozi, except for the two patients, the Zhao brothers and Hu Bazhi.

"The only ones left are the old squad leader and a few others. Where have they gone?" Wei Ran asked while putting the letter away, "I'll go find them right now."

"No"

Zhao Jinge gritted his teeth and put the horsehide leather shoes he had sewn on his own over the seized large cotton shoes and said, "Their family members have all been killed by the Japs. They... they no longer have a home."

Already."

Hearing this, Wei Ran trembled, silently put away the remaining letters and said, "I will send all your letters to you later."

“No need in the future”

Zhao Jinge said, "There is a task for you now. Send the letter by the way. Tian Xiaohu! Wei Ran! Hu Bazhi! Zhao Jinyu!"

"Yes!" Wei Ran, who originally wanted to ask something, almost subconsciously stood up and responded loudly to young Tian Xiaohu one after another.

"Yes...yes!"

Hu Bazhi and Zhao Jinyu also stood up quickly and responded like Wei Ran and the other two.

"Although you have only joined the Anti-League on the first day, you now have a difficult task assigned to you."

As Zhao Jinge spoke, he took out an envelope with the same beautiful feathers from his arms and handed it to Tian Xiaohu. He also said, "Xiaohu, from now on, the three of them will be the soldiers of the third squad. You will be the acting squad leader."

."

"Yes!" Tian Xiaohu responded seriously.

"Next, your third guerrilla squad will be responsible. Set out immediately to deliver the severely wounded, extra cotton-padded clothes, weapons, and the letter just now to Commander Zhao."
Chapter completed!