Chapter 8 Gun Barrel

  In the distance, the mountain road was filled with dust and flying debris, startling the birds in the forest. However, the Japanese flag with a red ball in the center that was being carried by the troops made Mei Huan-yu let his guard down. It seemed to be a Japanese military unit, so what about the bandits? Thinking of this, Mei Huan-yu couldn't help but sneer coldly. "Encirclement? This isn't some open plain where everything can be seen at a glance. These fools didn't even consider the terrain before trying to encircle us. The surrounding mountains are dense and continuous, and outside of a one-mile radius, you might not even see a shadow of a person, let alone block off all escape routes. Even if there really were bandits who saw so many people blocking the road, they would have already hidden in the mountains long ago. Without hundreds of thousands of troops surrounding the mountain, it's not even worth thinking about."

  However, on the surface, Mei Huan-yu was very obedient and respectful, flattering several Japanese military officers with excessive courtesy. The interpreter, Jia Cheng, translated while cursing in his heart: "This guy's mouth is really sweet, like it's been smeared with honey. I bet he's more filial to you than your own father." Jia Cheng was a descendant of the Jin Dynasty royal family, although the bloodline had become very distant. Nevertheless, he still considered himself a member of the royal family and looked down on these commoners. Although he couldn't do anything about the Japanese, after all, he had personally witnessed their military might. Even though his former master was now reduced to being an interpreter, the nobility in his bones hadn't decreased one bit. Nevertheless, despite not thinking highly of Mei Huan-yu, Jia Cheng still translated accurately. After all, they were on relatively good terms, and who knows when he might need Mei's help again.

  The agents around them naturally didn't know what these officers were thinking, and looked at them with envy all over their faces. Although they used to be some local hooligans who relied on their previous connections in the city to become agents, they would shiver when seeing Japanese people before, but now they couldn't help but smile and go up to chat with them. The captain really lived up to his name.

  The village of Kuai Shi gradually quieted down, and the crowd continued to be busy, after all, the freshness had passed. If the house is not well built, it will have to camp for a few days.

  The villagers spontaneously organized to cover the house of Yan Jufan's family first, not only out of respect for their leader, but also out of gratitude for Yan Jufan's selfless protection of the villagers.

  When Yan Ju Fan looked at his own house being built quickly, he felt very happy in his heart. It's a great feeling to have good news after doing good deeds! The little boy was proud and completely forgot why he came to this world, it seems that he has fully integrated into this brand new world. Yan Yu Nong was busy moving things in and decorating the house, after all, her new home was finally built, and she felt full of joy and happiness again.

  Zhang Yun Tian was thinking of this village militia, and as soon as the house was completed, he came to find Yan Xi Wu. After a few dried wild chickens, a cured deer leg, and a jar of turbid wine had disappeared, things were settled, and 120 people were selected from the village to form a company. Yan Xi Wu was appointed as the company commander, and instructors from the military department trained them. In addition to the existing weapons, the military department also provided 10 quick-firing guns, while the rest were purchased through private merchants. This Lishi Village militia was independent of the military department, with its main responsibility being to protect Lishi Village. In case of war, everyone would discuss and solve it together, united against the Japanese devils.

  Chen Jian was very puzzled by this problem. As the captain of the Wu Gong team, he did not want a disobedient team to appear beside him, let alone one that he had personally trained. He argued with Zhang Yun Tian for a long time, but in the end, he was left speechless by Zhang's words from the Party Charter: "The People's United Party must unite all domestic classes and let them devote themselves to the people's liberation cause." Chen reluctantly agreed while reserving his opinion. However, he believed that after his training, this team would soon be able to join the people's liberation cause, as awareness is cultivated through education.

  After Zhang Yun Tian had exhausted his words, he finally persuaded Chen Jian. Although he was grateful to Yan Xiuwu and his son, it wasn't because of this that he agreed to the condition of establishing an independent regime. However, considering the situation of struggle and the enemy's circumstances, he had no choice but to make a difficult decision. Nevertheless, he was confident that this team would eventually join the people's cause.

  This mountainous region, with an area of 800 square miles, has a treacherous terrain that is easy to defend but hard to attack. It was precisely because of this consideration that he retreated here when being pursued by the Japanese enemy. Now it seems that this move was correct.

  Although there are less than 600 people in this village, they are all sturdy mountain dwellers who have made a living from hunting and logging since their ancestors' time. Their marksmanship is excellent, and everyone can use bows and arrows. Even women and children have strength, and the nearby villages look up to them as leaders. If we don't open up the situation here, it's likely that our people and the Wu Gong team won't be able to continue fighting in this area for a long time.

  Yan brothers were exchanging opinions at home, Yan Jufan was listening on the side, thinking that his father was very clever. He knew the importance of holding the gun handle in his own hands. Thinking about it, he couldn't help but recall a famous saying from someone in his past life. It seems that smart people consider the same problems. Yan Xiawu looked at his son with a puzzled expression: "Jufan, what are you secretly laughing at?" The little boy who was interrupted in his thoughts couldn't help but jump in fright.

  "Haha, I was thinking, we're all lined up, holding sticks, it looks like a joke." The man said casually without any realization. Yan Xi Wu couldn't help but laugh too, 120 people only had 60 guns, and among them, there were only 23 rifles, the rest were just bird-hunting shotguns that could barely handle devils, let alone the ones with bare hands holding sticks to make up the numbers.

  Yan Xiuwen didn't let him off, continuing to press: "Then you tell me, what should we do? Buying guns costs real money. Although the little money we have isn't insignificant, it's not enough to buy many quick-firing guns either. How about we also get some of those explosives you mentioned last time? We've got plenty of gunpowder here."

  Yan Xi Wu nodded, the little boy looked around and couldn't help but say: "Our mountainous area is vast, with trees and rocks everywhere. We can dig some pitfalls to seal off most of the areas, so when the devils come, they won't be able to enter like last time. Also, we can improve our explosives, drill holes in the rocks. The explosive power is not inferior to the devils' hand grenades, and it's easy to use and cheap. We can also use them to set up pitfalls. Our earth cannons can also be modified by the blacksmiths. I'll draw a diagram later, you'll understand when you see it." Yan Jufan was clever and studious since childhood, often coming up with things to tease others. For him, drawing diagrams and making improvements was a normal thing, not feeling out of place at all. So the clever little boy had no choice but to go back to his room to draw on paper, and naturally took half a wind chicken without hesitation. This world is good, without pollution, greedy eaters never feel full.

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