Traveling through 1942 with space

In the dark night, Hou Xiaoge stood dozens of meters in the air, looking at the Eighth Master's army clearing out the remaining Japanese invaders and puppet troops below, and nodded with satisfaction.

However, this group of Eighth Master's troops were so poor. Not to mention that they didn't even have complete straw sandals and clothes, among the more than 400 people, only less than 200 had guns, and most of them were using homemade hunting rifles.

There were less than a hundred regular rifles and no heavy machine guns. The heavy firepower consisted of three external machine guns and a grenade launcher protected by two squads, and less than ten artillery shells.

Looking at the weapons held by the remaining 200-odd people, they were all holding spears, broadswords, and shields. Anyone who saw them had to cover their eyes.

However, these people fought very bravely and were not afraid of death. They had stones and dust in their pockets, and they cooperated with each other in the dark to make the puppet army and the devils dizzy.

More than an hour later, five cars led the way, followed by more than seventy ox-drawn and horse-drawn carts, and they hurried out of the city.

"Captain, we made a fortune this time. We seized more than a hundred good guns, a heavy machine gun and two grenade launchers.

The bombing planes were so accurate that they bombed the puppet army camps and the Japanese camps into pieces. We collected more than 300 broken weapons alone.

What supplies are left? They are enough to feed a thousand people for three months.

What a good harvest today! It would be nice if we could do this a few more times." The clerk rode his donkey to the captain and said with a smile.

"How many good things like this can we expect tonight? We got more than a hundred guns for free and can expand a reorganized company.

As for the three hundred broken weapons, they will be handed over to the border area repair shop, and they will return twenty guns by then.

Now these militiamen have been trained, and we will start to expand them after we go back. We are recruiting a battalion of people, and I want to be the head of the regiment." The captain was also very excited at this time, and he smiled as he looked at the supplies in front and behind.

"Captain, can you give me a gun when I go back? I found five guns today."

"Yes, when we are at war, it is not very comfortable to hold a spear all day long."

"I want to be a gunner and fire cannons!"

The soldiers around were also dancing with excitement.

"Haha! We are all veterans now after going through this battle.

As for weapons, they will be issued when we get back, and they are all there.” The captain was very satisfied looking at the soldiers around him who were full of enthusiasm for the war.

"Captain, this is a bit strange. Many weapons in the Japanese camp are not even a piece of iron left. Could it be that someone got there before us?" A platoon leader rode up to the captain on horseback and said thoughtfully.

“I also have some doubts. The puppet army camp was clearly bombed by aerial bombs, but the Japanese army camp was clearly bombed by air bombs, otherwise it would not have exploded so evenly.

There are also the Japs' weapons, even if the ones that exploded are counted, it is still far from enough.

Moreover, the Japanese's two tanks, more than forty vehicles, and artillery were all gone.

So I judge that the attackers who attacked the Japanese and puppet troops must be a tightly assembled organization, with quite a few people and all of them are highly skilled." The captain said solemnly.

"Captain, should this matter be reported?" the former instructor asked with a serious expression.

“Of course I have to report it, but I don’t know whether this force is a friend or an enemy.

If they are friends, that's fine. But if they are enemies, we must be on high alert.

An organization that can appear out of nowhere and bomb and destroy a regiment, and can also secretly produce such a large amount of supplies is definitely not a good organization for Xiangyu.

Send three more squads of soldiers to patrol strictly today, so that if there is any problem, we can do our best to defend passively. "The captain said as he looked at the convoy.

"Captain, we have encountered the Kuomintang army ahead, a full regiment in total." At this time, a scout came hurriedly on horseback.

“How come it’s so fast? Let the villagers take good care of the horses. I’ll give each villager an extra five kilograms of flour when we go back.

Lengwa, distribute all the weapons seized today to the trained troops and gather them together as soon as possible. "The captain was shocked and quickly gave orders to commanders at all levels.

"Yes!"

Ten minutes later, the two teams met.

However, compared with the disciplined army of the Eighth Prince, the Kuomintang army had run more than forty miles and was now panting.

"We are the 186th Regiment of the National Government, and you are the Red Army? What are all these horse-drawn carriages carrying?" A deputy regiment commander of the National Government ran over on horseback and asked.

"Ha ha!"

"It's the 186th Regiment. I'm the captain of the Luoning Independent Battalion, Wang Yunhu." The captain rode his horse first and came forward with a smile.

“It turns out to be Captain Wang of the Independent Brigade. Nice to meet you.

You just came from the county town, where there was a violent explosion. Can you tell me what happened?" The deputy regiment commander asked, clasping his fists.

"I'm not sure. It seems like they were bombed. Thousands of Japanese soldiers were almost all killed, and a battalion of puppet troops was also killed." Wang Yunhu shook his head and said.

"What? All the Japanese soldiers in a regiment were killed? And an entire battalion of puppet soldiers was also killed." The deputy regiment commander looked shocked.

"Did you seize these supplies from the city? These supplies belong to the common people. You can't take them. Put them all down." A deputy commander of the Nationalist army camp rode on his horse and shouted arrogantly.

"Humph! These supplies belong to the devils and puppet troops.

We just drank a mouthful of soup, the real good weapons and munitions were taken away by the other side in advance." Wang Yunhu did not push at all.

"No, at least half of these supplies must be given to us.

Come on, confiscate them all." The deputy head of the group was jealous of the benefits.

"Humph! Who wants to move?" Wang Yunhu roared.

With Wang Yunhu's roar, more than 400 soldiers of the Eighth Master quickly gathered.

Both sides were furious at once and put out their grenade launchers and light and heavy machine guns.

"Captain Liu, there is no armed force in Luoning right now.

Instead of arguing with us poor people, you might as well go directly to the city and set up camp there. That would be a great achievement.

You should know that there is more than one regiment around Luoning. Now it depends on whether you want to confront us or go back to recapture Luoning. Wang Yunhu tempted.

"Hold the grass!"

The head of the National Government had heard it, and without saying anything more, he quickly led his men to run forward.

"Hmph! These government soldiers can't even eat hot shit, yet they're thinking of getting something for free." After the people left, the soldier cursed.

But despite the cursing, everyone walked faster and prepared to transport goods into the base.

After returning to the camp, everyone's guns were not taken back.

"Platoon leader, I finally have a real gun now." In a cave, the soldier held the gun and kept stroking it while I stayed up all night.

"Yes! Everyone in our platoon finally has a gun." The platoon leader was very excited when he saw his comrades oiling their guns with care.

"Alas! Poor Brother Minsheng and his sacrificed comrades, they never got a gun until they died." A young soldier sighed as he looked at a handkerchief.

At this time, Hou Xiaoge was observing the soldiers of the Eighth Master below in the air, and suddenly heard a familiar name.

"Oh shit, isn't this my cheap father's name? Oh! I didn't expect that he really died." Hou Xiaoge was slightly excited when he heard the news about his father, but he sighed more.

Although Hou Xiaoge did not have the memory of his original body, he inherited the other person's body after all, so he felt bad when he heard the news.

Thinking about the great famine when people exchanged their own children for food, the original father ended up in chaos in order to find food for his children.

Also, the year before last, I suddenly felt palpitations while exercising, as if I had lost something. It must be that my original father had passed away.

This also explains why my mother has often had nightmares in the past two years. It turns out that blood relationships really do have a sense of connection.

Originally, Hou Xiaoge was going to drop his weapon and leave, but since that was the case, he decided to first settle his original father's funeral affairs and fulfill his family's wish.

After resting for a night in the space, Hou Xiaoge brought a team of mercenaries to the vicinity of Mr. Baye's base the next day.

The nearby common people and Mr. Ba were also very wary of the sudden appearance of the mercenaries, and there were scouts monitoring the surroundings from time to time.

"Brother Li Tie, the people who are monitoring us on the western hillside should be Mr. Ba's men. Go and invite them over, and try to avoid conflicts." Hou Xiaoge bowed to the mercenary platoon leader and said.

"Brother Hou, don't worry!" Li Tie waved his hand, and three people surrounded the people on the hillside.

Zhang Erdan and Li Ernao are members of Baye's militia. As they are locals, they are usually responsible for reconnaissance outside the base.

Today, more than thirty people rode fast horses to the vicinity of the base, which immediately aroused the two men's vigilance.

Looking at the fully armed team, Zhang Erdan quickly asked Li Ernao to report, while he continued to monitor here.

"Wow! There are ten blond-haired and blue-eyed foreigners here, all carrying assault rifles. It's so luxurious." Zhang Erdan ran forward behind the hillside, muttering to himself from time to time.

But Zhang Erdan was so focused on running that he didn't look around him and didn't even notice he was surrounded by three people.

"Stop and put your hands up."

Suddenly a loud shout interrupted Zhang Erdan's thoughts, and he was so scared that he immediately clenched the sky rocket signal in his hand.

"Where should you put your hands? Raise them quickly." As the person in front was saying this, the person who was ambushing behind him suddenly pounced on him and knocked Zhang Erdan down.

"Who are you and what do you do?" Zhang Erdan was a militiaman after all, and he was a little panicked for a moment.

"Don't be afraid, we are not Japanese, we are here to question you." The Chinese mercenary picked up Zhang Erdan, who weighed a little over 100 pounds.

"Humph! If you're not the Japs, then who are you? The Kuomintang soldiers don't have such good equipment as you.

There are foreigners in your team, are you beautiful people? " Zhang Erdan felt relieved when he heard that they were not Japanese.

"Don't ask, someone will tell you later." The mercenary made a gesture of invitation.

Zhang Erdan is only about 1.7 meters tall and weighs less than 100 kilograms. He is as thin as a monkey.

He looked very bleak in front of a group of strong men who were 1.8 meters tall and weighed more than 150 kilograms.

When several people escorted Zhang Erdan to the team, Zhang Erdan became more cautious after looking at the assault rifles shining on everyone's waists and the rows of grenades.

"Brother, don't be nervous. We are from the Yanhuang League and we are returning home mainly to look for our relatives." Seeing that Zhang Erdan was nervous, Hou Xiaoge dismounted and handed him a cigarette with a smile.

After some communication, Zhang Erdan felt relieved.

"Are you from Luoning? Are you back to look for your father?" After explaining, Zhang Erdan looked at the young man in front of him who was nearly 1.8 meters tall.

"Well! We found out that my father once served in the Eighth Master's team in your base.

I came here just to ask questions, I have no other ill intentions, big brother, please go over and inform them! So as not to cause misunderstandings." Hou Xiaoge smiled and returned the other party's gun.

"Okay, we're not far from the base here. Just wait a moment, I'll go and report." Zhang Erdan grabbed the gun and ran towards the base.

By this time, Li Ernao had already reported to the base, and the troops of the Eighth Master became alert and began to set up ambushes in all directions.

"Erdan, why are you back? Where are those people?" The ambushing team shouted hurriedly when they saw Zhang Erdan.

"The group of people just now found me and arrested me, saying that they were not here to fight, but to look for their relatives.

They also said that they were members of the Yanhuang Alliance.

The young man in the lead said that his family used to live in our base, his last name is Hou, and his name is Hou Xiaoge. This time he came back to look for his father, Hou Minsheng." Zhang Erdan ran out of breath and said.

“The original residents of Nanjia Village were indeed surnamed Hou, but now there is only one family left.

Also, why does the name Hou Minsheng sound so familiar? " The ambushed personnel were puzzled.

"It's OK as long as they are not the Japs. Erdan, come here and let us search you, and then go back and report." Finally, the ambushers searched Zhang Erdan and took him back to the base's defense line.

"You said that man is from Nanjiagou Village? He's Hou Minsheng's son." The captain looked surprised.

"Yes, that young man said he came back to look for his relatives. There were also foreigners in the team, and they seemed to be guards." Zhang Erdan explained quickly.

For safety reasons, everyone went to question the only remaining household in Nanjiagou.

"Okay, soldier Hou Minsheng is indeed from Nanjiagou, and his son is indeed called Hou Xiaoge. Let's go and meet them." The captain breathed a sigh of relief and nodded.

Although Hou Xiaoge is tall, his appearance can still be vaguely seen in his previous state, and the people in Nanjiagou Village also recognized him.

"Brother Hou, unfortunately, your father died while fighting guerrilla warfare near Luoyang." Hou Yangmin's platoon leader sighed and said.

"Father sacrificed his life to protect our homeland, you don't have to blame yourself.

But now that I'm back, can you send someone to lead the way so I can bring my father's body back for burial?" Hou Xiaoge asked.

"This is fine!" The Yanhuang League showed great support for Yanzhou, and several leaders of the base did not refuse.

“Captain Wang, the incident in Luo Ning last night was done by my people.

Their weapons are in the mountains twenty miles away. They were originally intended to be given to the Nationalist anti-Japanese army, but now we’re giving them to you!

There are three regiments of weapons in total. Send someone to receive them at night as my support for your anti-Japanese war." After talking about his father, Hou Xiaoge sent all the weapons away.

"Really?"

Several leaders of the base were shocked and looked at Hou Xiaoge with wide eyes.

This not only shocked Hou Xiaoge's strength, but also shocked the weapons of these regiments.