Traveling through 1942 with space

"Of course, most of these weapons belong to the Japanese army." Hou Xiaoge nodded with a smile.

"Brother Hou, thank you, thank you for your support for the War of Resistance. We will definitely drive the Japanese out of China as soon as possible." Several people stood up and saluted Hou Xiaoge.

I haven't been back to my hometown for two years, but Lao Nanjia Village has not changed much, and the big locust tree at the entrance of the village is still tall and green.

Hou Xiaoge’s former home is now occupied by new residents who fled from Luoyang area and lived there for a year.

Hou Xiaoge had no feelings for this place and did not go in to visit.

They just bought some incense, paper and candles, and under the guidance of the only remaining family surnamed Hou, they came to the ancestral tomb in Nanjiagou Village, where they offered incense and burned paper for their ancestors on behalf of their family.

"Heiwa, I haven't seen you for more than two years. Now you are taller than me." Hou Yanghu, limping on one leg, looked at Hou Xiaoge with a sigh.

"Uncle Jiu, what's wrong with your leg?" Hou Xiaoge greeted the thin man.

"Alas! Last year, when I was fleeing from famine, I encountered bandits and fell into a ditch. But I was lucky and managed to save my life." Hou Yanghu patted his lame leg and said with a wry smile.

“Indeed, being able to save a life in a famine is better than anything else.” Hou Xiaoge nodded with some emotion.

"Then I heard you say that all the villagers have moved to Yunnan Province. What's going on? Two years ago, I heard from the caravan of the Yanhuang League that you were living well in Chang'an." Hou Yanghu looked confused.

"It's a long story!" Hou Xiaoge then gave the other party a brief account of what had happened in the village over the past two years with a wry smile.

"It's great that each person can get one acre and two mu of irrigated land and a tiled house." Hou Yanghu looked longing after hearing this.

Just now, Hou Yanghu heard that the population of Nanjiagou has decreased by dozens in the past two years, but he didn't care at all. He just envied the current life of the villagers.

However, he, the Hou Yanghu, couldn't help but blame someone, because it was his fault that he chose to go to live with his relatives instead of going to Qin Province.

But now he could only envy her, and did not think about asking Hou Xiaoge to take him to Yunnan Province.

Henan Province is thousands of miles away from Yunnan Province, and the Japanese are in between, which is really too dangerous.

In the famine two years ago, all the members of his family died, leaving him alone.

Last autumn, he returned home and planted the only seven or eight acres of mountain land that were left when the village sold the clan land. He also married a woman who fled famine as his wife, but now he can't leave with his newborn child.

"Uncle, my nephew is doing pretty well now, and it's not safe to give you the extra money.

Your leg is broken, here is a hundred dollars, I can buy a cow to help you." Hou Xiaoge said as he took out two silver dollars wrapped in red paper from his handbag.

"How can I do that? My uncle's family has seven acres of mountain land. There are only three of us, your aunt, me and our child. We live a decent life. You can take the money back!" The two families were not close relatives, so Hou Yanghu was unwilling to accept the money no matter what.

"Uncle, please take it! We are all in Yunnan Province, and our ancestral graves are in our hometown. This money is given to you as a thank you gift for burning paper and sweeping graves during festivals." Hou Xiaoge said, pressing the other person's hand.

"How can this be possible! My ancestors are buried in the ancestral tomb. I won't accept this money." Hou Yanghu said stubbornly.

"Uncle, take it! Only when you have money can you have more cousins. The ancestral tomb in Nanjiagou needs someone to look after it. If there are not enough people, it will be easy to be bullied.

I hope you can take good care of the ancestral graves. When the war is over and the world is at peace, the villagers will definitely come back to worship their ancestors." Hou Xiaoge said with emotion as he looked at the large ancestral graves on the mountain.

"Ugh!"

Silence was better than words at this moment. The uncle and nephew no longer spoke and walked farther and farther away from the mountain that was once again green, until they disappeared at the foot of the mountain.

After going down the mountain, Hou Xiaoge asked the Eighth Master of the base to take proper care of the only remaining child in Nanjiagou's hometown.

In the evening, Hou Xiaoge took some time out to go out, found a cave, stored the ammunition in it, and brought out more than 20 people from the space to guard it.

In the dark night, the Eighth Master's group did not listen to Hou Xiaoge's words and took a large number of people to directly receive the supplies, but sent people to check it out first.

Hou Xiaoge was not angry at Mr. Ba's caution. During the war of resistance, safety came first.

After the other party sent people to check the supplies, under the guidance of Hou Xiaoge's mental power, an army of more than 200 people quietly went out ahead of time.

Half an hour after these troops left, Captain Wang organized a large number of men and carriages and started the operation.

"Brother Hou, please lead the way." Captain Wang rode his horse side by side with Hou Xiaoge.

"nature!"

"set off!"

In the dark night, the team did not have torches like those shown on TV; they were all marching quietly with their backs to the moon.

The distance Hou Xiaoge chose was not far, only about twenty miles, and everyone reached their destination in two hours.

At this time, Hou Xiaoge's mental power could easily discover that there were a large number of Eighth Master soldiers ambushing on the hillside within 200 meters around, and these people were all on security alert.

Although Captain Wang was very cautious about Hou Xiaoge's sudden appearance, he also showed an excited smile after seeing the two large caves filled with supplies.

"Captain, come and see, there are nine infantry guns, three Type 80 mortars, and a lot of grenade launchers.

Oh my god! I have never seen so many cannons in my life."

"Captain, come and see, there are so many Type 99 rifles and heavy machine guns, I can't even count them all."

"Captain, there are so many guns, they fill up half the cave, there are so many."

"So many bullets! And shells and grenades, hundreds of boxes."

"Woo woo! If we had so many good weapons before, we wouldn't have to fight with swords and spears and sacrifice so many comrades."

……

The civilian officer who was checking the inventory was recording the weapons, and as he counted them, he began to cry.

Looking at the soldiers crying and laughing in front of their weapons, Hou Xiaoge felt mixed emotions. The life of Chinese soldiers during the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression was really hard.

On the other side, Captain Wang was completely relieved until he saw so many weapons and ammunition with his own eyes, and realized his own petty thoughts.

"Brother Hou, there's no need to say anything. Just wait and see how we perform on the battlefield!" Captain Wang's neck turned red with excitement, and he patted his chest.

"Okay, stop being sentimental and let the soldiers and villagers move quickly! There are less than 500 people here, so it may take another trip." Hou Xiaoge waved his hand and urged.

"There are still more than 200 soldiers on guard outside! The rest will be taken with them when they retreat." Captain Wang said with a laugh.

"Okay, I'll leave my job after I hand over the weapons to you. I just hope you can kill more Japanese." Hou Xiaoge didn't care about the other party's embarrassed expression.

The weapons for the three regiments could not be brought back all at once with only 700 people tonight if the base had not obtained dozens of ox carts from the city for free last night.

A 75mm infantry gun of the Japanese army weighs over a thousand pounds, and even if it is dismantled it still requires a vehicle to pull it.

Just the nine infantry guns, two mortars, and nearly a hundred grenade launchers and their matching shells required more than twenty vehicles.

There were quite a lot of remaining guns, bullets, grenades, and various non-food supplies that Hou Xiaoge collected from the Japanese warehouse.

However, people nowadays have really good physical fitness. Each wheelbarrow can push three to four hundred kilograms, and a shoulder pole can carry more than two hundred kilograms.

The transport team of nearly 500 people moved most of the supplies away in less than an hour.

After the transport team finished moving the goods, a soldier ran away and imitated a few bird calls towards the mountain.

"Gu, gu!"

After a few rhythmic bird calls, within three minutes, more than 200 soldiers gathered and ran down the hillside not far away.

It was obvious that these soldiers were more capable than the militiamen who handled the supplies. Each of them had seen blood, and their eyes were bright even in the dark.

"Orders, move the goods and keep watch along the way." an officer shouted.

"Yes!"

The soldiers rushed towards the cave one by one, carrying their guns.

"Brother Hou, are my soldiers okay?" Captain Wang asked with a smile as he watched Hou Xiaoge sizing up the soldiers.

“They are all elite soldiers who have fought in many battles, but they are a little thin and their weapons are not as good. If they are adequately supplied, they will be no worse than the people I brought with me.” Hou Xiaoge commented.

Upon hearing this, Captain Wang smiled bitterly and shook his head.

He had seen the strength of this group of mercenaries on the playground today. It was no problem for him to defeat seven or eight of them with his bare hands.

As for weapons, he is proficient in firearms and artillery, and he never misses a shot within 50 meters. There is really no comparison.

Hou Xiaoge, who was standing by, looked at Captain Wang's bitter smile and understood what was going on.

Most of these mercenaries were originally soldiers, and Hou Xiaoge trained them according to the military training of later generations, so they were naturally strong.

Of course, daily training is not the most important thing. The most important thing is that these mercenaries have food, medicinal herbs, fruits and melons from the spiritual fields to nourish their bodies.

One month in the outside world and two months in the space, these mercenaries have been in the space for at least one year.

After a year of nourishing training, each of them became as strong as a calf, ran faster than a rabbit, and had mastered martial arts.

In such a comparison, how can the soldiers of the Eighth Lord who only eat steamed corn bread every day compare with these animals? There is really no comparison.

The two of them tacitly agreed not to discuss this topic. After each of the Eighth Master's soldiers carried a box of supplies, there were still some left that had not been loaded.

Hou Xiaoge asked the mercenaries to load the supplies on the horses, and the rest were responsible for guarding and patrolling the surrounding areas of the transport team.

After a night of running back and forth, all the supplies were finally delivered to the base just as daybreak was about to begin.

"Captain Wang, now that we have these supplies, as long as we replenish our troops, you can immediately become the commander of a brigade.

By then, even the ordinary divisions of the government will not have as strong firepower as you." Hou Xiaoge said jokingly while drinking the millet porridge that the kitchen staff had just made in the morning.

"Oh! Little brother, you don't know the situation.

My brother has a military sub-district above him, and those leaders above him are really bandits! I am lucky to have a regiment of these weapons left. "Captain Wang couldn't eat when he mentioned that there were so many weapons to be handed in.

Speak of the devil, and he will appear. Just as they finished their meal, someone from above came over.

"Haha! You must be Brother Hou Xiaoge! I am Fang Sheng, deputy commander of the Henan West Advance Team. Thank you for your support, brother and the Yanhuang Alliance." After the introduction, the middle-aged general enthusiastically shook Hou Xiaoge's hand.

"We are all Chinese people. It's our duty, it's our duty." Hou Xiaoge also greeted humbly.