Traveling through 1942 with space

While the elders in front were still negotiating, Hou Xiaoge quietly climbed up the hillside and told the uncle who came to collect the money about his plan.

"Uncle, these defeated soldiers are worse than bandits. They are like wolves and cannot get enough food. We will definitely have to fight again later.

I have a plan to defeat the defeated soldiers with the least damage, but I don’t know if you guys dare to do it.” Hou Xiaoge said quietly.

"Hurry, it's urgent, tell me if you have any good ideas.

I am not here to collect money, but to tell the villagers that I will fight them later." Hou Yangmin grabbed Hou Xiaoge tightly as if he were a life-saving straw.

"I will go around to the eastern hillside and shoot at the fat pig first. After I shoot, you can shout loudly that the Eighth Route Army is here to rescue the people.

Here are two grenades, which I got from the bandits. When the gunfire starts, have two people detonate the grenades and throw them into the group of fleeing soldiers.

Then they threw the weapons and rushed forward, shouting that the Eighth Route Army was specifically targeting bandit soldiers.

Remember, you must pull the ring of the grenade before throwing it, otherwise it won't explode." Hou Xiaoge said this and quickly slid down the hill without waiting for his uncle to reply.

Hou Yangmin thought about the strategy Hou Xiaoge had proposed, looked at the two grenades in his hand, gritted his teeth, and carried out the instructions Hou Xiaoge had just said. He took one of the grenade himself and gave the other to a hunter in the village.

Hou Xiaoge slid down the slope and quickly went around to a hillside fifty meters away. He hurried back to the space to pick out the better ones of the twelve rifles snatched from the bandits, tied them into a bundle, loaded the triggers, and tied them with a rope.

After finishing the installation, he immediately went out of the space and arranged himself towards the defeated soldiers.

Just as he put his gun in place, he saw Major Pighead kick the clan elder Wuye to the ground, beat him severely, and threatened to collect the money quickly.

Looking at the tribe elder who was beaten to death, Hou Xiaoge did not dare to delay. He raised his gun, aimed at Major Pighead, and pulled the rope hard.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

I saw flames coming out of the muzzles of four muskets instantly, and the Pig-headed Major not far away had luckily fallen to the ground.

"Haha! Hit it."

Hou Xiaoge looked at the Pig-Headed Major with large amounts of blood on his body with an excited look on his face, but he did not stop and picked up his pistol and fired continuously.

Hou Yangmin, who was already impatient, immediately implemented his plan after hearing Hou Xiaoge's gunshot. He shouted that the Eighth Route Army was coming and that they specifically targeted bandit soldiers, and then he pulled out a grenade and threw it at the fleeing soldiers.

The fleeing soldiers had just woken up from the shock of their leader being shot and were trying to avoid the attack when two grenades suddenly fell into the crowd.

"Boom!"

Two grenades exploded, and screams immediately broke out in the fleeing troops. At this time, the refugee team also rushed up with weapons in hand.

Several villagers with guns had already shot and hit four or five fleeing soldiers with guns, and the good situation suddenly turned against the refugee group.

Hou Xiaoge lay on the hillside and kept shooting. It was not known whether it was because the rifling of the pistol was too worn out or his shooting skill was too poor, but after firing more than 20 rounds of pistol bullets, he only hit three people. He could only pick up the rifle and continue to help kill the fleeing soldiers.

The Kuomintang army had always been afraid of the Eighth Route Army, let alone these defeated soldiers! The two grenades were more like the last straw that broke the camel's back.

As the villagers shouted slogans and charged forward recklessly, the defeated soldiers immediately scattered, and some even knelt on the ground begging the Eighth Route Army for mercy.

In just five or six minutes, more than a hundred defeated soldiers, leaving behind more than thirty prisoners, fled in all directions towards the south.

The war was over at this time, and Hou Xiaoge put away his weapon and ran to the middle of the team.

Hou Xiaoge was envious of the pistol in the pig-headed officer's hand. The appearance of this pistol was much more beautiful than his Mauser pistol, and it was more in line with the aesthetic of modern people.

(Luzi pistol is a general term for the Browning pistol series during the Republic of China period, but most of them are imitations.)

At this time, the villagers were collecting the spoils from the defeated soldiers, while the defeated soldiers who were kneeling on the ground and begging for mercy were tied up and dragged by the villagers until they were only left with their boxer briefs.

"Uncle, the pistol of that pig-headed major must be mine. I suffered heavy losses fighting these bandits." Hou Xiaoge came to his uncle Hou Yangmin and asked for it.

"Go away, go away. What do you want with a pistol, you little kid? That pistol belongs to me." Hou Yangmin was also very covetous of the pistol, so naturally he didn't want to give it to Hou Xiaoge.

"Uncle, if you do this, if anything happens again in the future, I will just pat my butt and watch from the side!" Hou Xiaoge failed to get what he wanted, so he threatened directly.

"Yangmin, give the pistol to Heiwa! He's a good guy. If it weren't for his plan today, our Hou family would have suffered a great loss.

Yangmin, Heiwa will have a bright future, you have to take good care of him." The clan elder Wuye, who was lying on the side, said while panting.

"I got it, Uncle Five. When we distribute the spoils later, let Uncle Seven give the pistol directly to this kid!" Hou Yangmin became deflated and looked resentful after hearing this.

"Uncle, you act like someone owes you money.

I see we have obtained several long spears this time, you can just give me one when the time comes. Long spears are much more powerful than short spears, if I were not young, I would definitely have a long spear. "Hou Xiaoge said coaxingly.

"You kid, your mind is full of twists and turns every day." Hou Yangmin stood up and rubbed Hou Xiaoge's head hard, then went to count the spoils.

Hou Xiaoge glanced at the clan elder Wuye who was lying on a rock with his eyes closed, then turned his gaze to the villagers not far away who were enthusiastically collecting the spoils.

These villagers have fought against bandits and bandit soldiers twice, and their morale is high. If they were in the army, most of them would have been qualified soldiers.

In the end, Nanjiagou Village confiscated 23 sets of tattered military uniforms, 35 silver dollars, more than 100 kilograms of food, 21 machetes, four rifles, a Mazda 9 revolver, and more than 100 rounds of bullets.

Everyone knew about Hou Xiaoge's contribution. He was given a pistol and a dozen bullets. Compared with his contribution, these were all just what he deserved. Most people could only watch with envy as Hou Xiaoge put the gun in his pocket.

After driving away the captured bandits, everyone began to drag their families up the hill.

After climbing the hill, the villagers looked for their men one after another. Those who found them intact cried with joy, while those who were injured or dead cried bitterly.

"Okay, we're here today, everyone, hurry up and cook. We're starving after fighting with the defeated soldiers." Several elders stood up and made arrangements.

"Heiwa, Heiwa, let me see your pistol. Don't worry, I'm just going to look at it, but I won't touch it." In the camp, a group of little rascals surrounded Hou Xiaoge.

Hou Xiaoge was annoyed by the questions, so he just threw the box gun without bullets to his second cousin and asked him to take a group of little kids to play with it.