Traveling through 1942 with space

Chapter 190 Nightmare

While the couple was being affectionate with each other, the two little kids who were sleeping in a tattered quilt in the shack kept twitching their noses and occasionally made swallowing expressions.

"Mom, mom, I want to eat meat. It smells so good, so good!" My four-year-old son, Xiao Heiqiu, talked in his sleep with his eyes closed.

A few weak voices seemed particularly clear in the quiet night, and suddenly awakened the warmth between the couple.

"Alas! Heidan is a miserable child. Not long after he learned to run, he encountered famine. He has not had a full meal in the past two years.

Head of the family, go and wake up the two children. I'll make some porridge and put the chicken in it so we can have a good meal tonight." Hou Yanzi hadn't eaten for two days and was very hungry. She planned to make a meal to fill her stomach in the evening.

"middle!"

With the help of relatives from my mother's side and the handy tools, the shack was dug to be quite large, at least three meters square.

It’s not that it can’t be dug no matter how big it is, but if it’s too big it will be too cold. It’s better to make it smaller, as it’s warmer.

Some time ago, my husband and Nanjiagou collected firewood in the mountains dozens of miles away for a week. Most of it was piled up at my cousin's house, and some was stored in the cave.

So the area for the family to sleep and eat is very small.

The cooking place was a simple earthen stove made of a few bricks, on which was placed a clay pot covered with a wooden board. This was the most valuable possession in their family besides bedding.

"Boss, do you want to eat?" Hou Yanzi asked her husband while cooking.

"No, I had dinner at the owner's house after work in the evening. I'm full." Li Dagou smiled and shook his head.

Hou Yanzi nodded, then poured about two pounds of bran into the casserole and scooped water from the wooden barrel next to it to fill the casserole.

There were no good things like matches at home, but fortunately there were two flints that had been passed down for many years. After some effort, I finally lit the fire.

Fortunately, the firewood was dry, and the straw curtain on the shack was opened when cooking, otherwise the family would have choked to death in the pit.

"Heiqiu, Dani, you just came out of bed, be careful not to catch a cold. Come over and warm yourself by the fire." Hou Yanzi saw the two children eating chicken and quickly called over.

"Mom, the meat is so delicious!"

"When our life gets better in the future, we will raise chickens and kill them for you to eat during the New Year." The family sat in front of the earthen kiln, warming themselves by the fire, and whispered about their hopes for the future.

The bran is relatively hard and needs to be cooked slowly, but firewood is precious and the family dare not burn too much. After the bran is gelatinized, they stop adding firewood.

Hou Yanzi poured all the leftover chicken her husband brought back into the casserole, then picked up a bamboo bowl and scooped it into three bowls.

There was still a lot of food left in the pot, which was for tomorrow's meal. Her husband had to work hard, so she gave the last bit of food in the house to her husband yesterday.

In the dark night, the family of four gathered around the dim light of the stove and ate happily.

……

In the cold winter, on a hillside near Kaifeng County, a small group of armed men in ragged clothes, shiny black cotton jackets and vaguely recognizable military uniforms were crawling behind the dry weeds, staring closely at the mule and horse convoy moving forward below.

This mule and horse caravan was transporting a large amount of food and supplies, and there were two red circle flags on the front and rear carriages.

That’s right, the convoy transporting supplies was Xiao Baga’s team, and they were targeted by the armed team on the hillside.

Xiao Baga's team was not weak. In addition to hundreds of puppet soldiers, there was also a squad of Xiao Baga.

At this time, the little guy at the front of the convoy was riding a three-wheeled vehicle and shouting arrogantly at the convoy behind him.

"Captain, there are too many people being transported. It's really dangerous for us with less than a company." A reconnaissance soldier ran back and lay down in front of the man holding a telescope to report.

"Instructor, tell me!" the middle-aged man put down the telescope and asked the man next to him.

"We have lost most of our supplies in the Japanese raid some time ago. Our base is also gone. Now the team only has two days' worth of food left. We can't just wait to die." The instructor at the side said, gritting his teeth.

"Xiao Liu, did you hear that? Do you think we should sacrifice ourselves in the battle against the Japanese or do we want to starve to death or freeze to death?" The captain spoke to everyone in the team in a much louder voice.

"What are you waiting for? Fight!"

As the middle-aged captain typed his words, more than sixty muskets in the team aimed at the approaching convoy and opened fire.

"What? Where did the gunshot come from?"

Disliking the bumpy ride of the tricycle, Jiro, the little dog who was curled up happily on the carriage, was so frightened that he immediately fell off the carriage and hid behind the wheels.

But there were not so many guns in a war. The convoy was less than 60 meters away from the hillside, and 60 guns fired at the same time, killing many people at once.

"Baga, kill the chicken." Koinu Jiro saw one of his men being hit in the crotch, and immediately stood up to give orders.

After the armed team here fired two shots, the charge was blown, and everyone charged forward with bayonets fixed.

The puppet army always went with the wind and surrendered against the wind. When they heard the shouting and charge coming from the hillsides on both sides, they were so scared that they shrank behind the carriages. Some even lay down in the trenches, and some even threw away their guns and ran away.

But the Japs were very powerful and only injured two people. Although one of them was shot in the crotch, he was still able to hold on and shoot.

The leading tricycle drifted immediately, and the light machine gun on the front of the vehicle fired at the hillside where the horn was blowing. There was no shelter in the middle of winter, and there were heavy casualties.

"Damn it, machine gun squad, quickly suppress the enemy's machine guns and the Japanese grenade launchers."

When the captain saw that the four machine guns on the opposite side killed or injured more than twenty of his brothers at once, his eyes suddenly turned red.

The man holding the javelin and the machete saw his brother with the gun fall down, so he quickly picked up the spear and continued to rush forward.

The puppet army's combat effectiveness was really poor, and they just fired indiscriminately with their light machine guns, but the Japanese were very cruel, and more than half of the anti-Japanese armed forces were killed or wounded at their hands.

The slope was more than 50 meters high, and with the momentum, there was no time to even take a sip of water. All of a sudden, both sides engaged in hand-to-hand combat with bayonets.

"Squad leader, watch your back."

Hou Minsheng was waving a big knife when a puppet soldier stabbed his comrade in the back with a bayonet.

Hou Minsheng rushed over to stop it, but he was hungry and lacked strength, so he was stabbed in the abdomen.

Looking at the abdomen stained with blood, Hou Minsheng's eyes instantly turned bloodshot and he fought desperately.

Soon the Japanese were wiped out, most of the puppet troops ran away, and the rest all knelt down and surrendered.

When the anti-Japanese team looked again, they saw that there were only more than 50 people left in the team of more than 100 people, half of them were gone.

"Hurry, each of you carry a bag of food, and only take the fine grains and valuables. Let's go into the mountains quickly, the Japanese reinforcements will be here soon." The captain looked at the watch on his wrist and urged.

The ambush was over in less than twenty minutes, leaving only empty carriages on the road, and all the mules and horses had been taken away.

Hou Minsheng was stabbed in the abdomen, and although it was just a glancing blow, the bayonet was poisonous, and coupled with the bleeding from the battle, he could no longer hold on by the evening.

"Squad leader, I, I'm afraid I can't make it. I'm just really worried about my two kids at home, I don't know how they are doing.

Uh uh uh uh uh, ah!" Hou Minsheng gave a final sigh and died in the arms of his comrades.

"What a good soldier! I was planning to recommend you to the captain as the third squad leader when I go back this time. Why are you so disappointing?" The comrade hugged Hou Minsheng and cried until his nose turned red.

"Boss!" Wang Maimiao woke up from a nightmare and sat up.

"Mom, are you missing my dad?" The two daughters beside asked as they looked at their mother who sat up with sweat on her forehead.

"I, I saw your father covered in blood staring at me. It was so scary." Wang Maimiao said in a cold sweat.

"Mom, my dad will be fine. Go to bed and sleep now! Be careful not to catch a cold." Hou Xiazhu pulled his mother's arm.

Wang Maimiao lay down in bed but couldn't fall asleep. She felt very anxious and tossed and turned for half the night.