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Volume 1: The Arms Dealer¡¯s Feast Chapter 242: Ambush

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    The People's Commune thing was quickly forgotten, and it wouldn't exist now anyway.  Jin Batian inquired again and found out that the ginseng business of the eldest son of the Huang family was also an ancestral business.  A good thing about a family business that has lasted for a hundred or two hundred years is that it has a good reputation and a strong brand.  Otherwise it would have gone bankrupt long ago.

    After taking a break after the meal, Jin Batian lit a cigarette and said, "Rong'er, ask your father to come over. I have something to tell him."

    ¡°Hey.¡± Ronger responded, jumped off the kang, put on her shoes and went out.

    After a while, Rong'er's father, Mr. Huang, came in with a very low attitude: "I wonder what the military master wants to do with me, Mr. Huang?"

    "Ask me about the Japs." Jin Batian said, "Where is the nearest Japs stronghold from here? How many Japs are there?"

    Mr. Huang replied: "In the past, there were Japanese soldiers stationed in Qingshiling, Gaizhou. Later, the Central Army's naval guns came and bombarded them several times. The Japanese couldn't resist it, so they had to remove these two points. And Dashi  The Japanese troops at the bridge were united together, and there were said to be two squadrons of six to seven hundred men."

    "Where is the big stone bridge? How far is it from the village?"

    Mr. Huang said: "It's more than thirty miles to the northeast of the village. It's not that far in a straight line, but the current road can only go east and then north. It takes half a day to walk."

    "How often do you, President Guild Maintenance, go to Dashiqiao?"

    Old Man Huang immediately distanced himself from the relationship with the Japs: "I am the president of the Guild and I have no choice but to go there. It's just that the Japs have repeatedly collected food and goods and left a lot of paper notes. I have to go to the big stone bridge to give it to the folks."  Come back in exchange for some salt and homespun cotton. I only go there once or twice a year."

    Jin Batian nodded and gave Old Man Huang a cigarette: "Have the Japanese told you how to deal with the arrival of volunteers in the village?"

    The old man shivered and lit up his cigarette: "Of course I will notify the Japanese in Dashiqiao. However, Master Jun, there have indeed been volunteer troops in the village several times, but I have never reported them once."

    Jin Batian chuckled: "This time I will give you a chance to make a meritorious service. You will send someone to the Dashiqiao early tomorrow morning. Tell the Japanese over there that a team of volunteers is here. There are more than a dozen people in total. Now,  We live in the village. Then, you take us to a nearby place where we can lay an ambush easily. You are a native here, so you don¡¯t know about such a place, right?"

    "I know, I know, I know." Old Man Huang with a wry smile said to himself, this is no chance to make meritorious deeds. This is simply a pledge of honor. If the Japanese are angered by this, Huangqi Village will also be in trouble.  But he couldn't say no at the moment. He said there were more than a dozen people, which meant that these two people brought far more people than this number.  Once refused, Huangqi Village will be in trouble immediately.  If a person is labeled as a collaborator, no one will care about him even if he slaughters an entire village.

    After Mr. Huang went out, he returned to the room with a sigh. Mr. Huang's wife, Mrs. Huang, asked: "Why are you so worried? Could it be that they want too much money and food? At worst, they will give away the century-old ginseng."  Take one. These days, ginseng is not something you should eat or drink."

    Although there are many stories about century-old ginseng and thousand-year-old ginseng having the effect of bringing the dead back to life, in fact, ginseng is at best a cardiotonic for people who are dying.  Normally, it can only be used as a medicine to replenish vitality or even be used as a powerful pill, but not everyone can take it.  In ancient times, ginseng was mostly used to suppress tuberculosis. You must know that tuberculosis is very harmful to the body when coughed. Although eating ginseng cannot cure tuberculosis, it can partially restore the vitality of the body damaged by tuberculosis.

    Mr. Huang said: "It would be better if I asked for more money and food."

    ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? together and told Mrs. Huang that Jin Batian had ordered him to report the news to the Japanese, and then prepared an ambush for the Japanese.  It is said that neither Mr. Huang nor the entire Huangqi Village has a good impression of the Japanese, the Volunteer Army, or the Central Army. The people in the village just want to live a good life and are disgusted by the tossing back and forth of these troops.

    Mrs. Huang is different from Mr. Huang. Mr. Huang inherited his father's business and has been studying business with his father since he was a little older. However, Mrs. Huang has been serving the old man at home and doing housework since he came in. To this  Mr. Huang also knows much more about the relationships between nearby villages.

    After hearing what Mr. Huang said, Grandma Huang rolled her eyes and thought: "The second son of the third uncle's family, Huang Mouzi, has many contacts with people in Cuijiabao. Cui Sanguang, the maintaining president of Cuijiabao, is  A die-hard traitor from all over the country, as long as he knows that there is a volunteer army nearby, he will definitely report it to the imperial army. Why not, let the rat from the third uncle's family go to Cuijia Fort tomorrow. In this way, no matter whether the Central Army wins or  If the Japanese win, nothing will happen to us in Huangqi Village."

    Mr. Huang understood immediately after hearing this: "Did you also find the place where the Japanese ambush was located in front of the Cuijia Fort?"

    ? ?The eldest lady said: "Exactly. It's just that I can't hide this matter from these two Central Army officers. I still need more people to recruit them. I must not shirk the money and food."

    Mr. Huang turned over and got off the kang: "I'm going to get a century-old ginseng and send it over."

    Grandma Huang said: "Don't worry about it now. Didn't you decide to let Rong'er get married? As a daughter of a concubine in the chaos of war these days, I think there is no need to go through the three matchmaking and six certificates. Maybe, this  I can just save a century-old ginseng tree."

    "What the good wife said is true. I'll do it right away." After getting off the kang, Old Man Huang hurried to Er Niang's room to talk about Rong'er's problem.

    Although it was almost time to go to bed according to the schedule, Jin Batian, who had just woken up not long ago, could still sleep. If he was alone, he would just watch movies or play games to pass the time, but there was no one around here.  Is there Valme, the beautiful breast goddess, here? During this period of time, I naturally lit the oil lamp in the house and practiced with Valme the unique skill of double cultivation passed down from our family - Shenlong Breast Rubbing Hands.

    After practicing every day, Jin Batian feels satisfied that he can't put it down or is deeply involved in it.  Speaking of practicing that night, Rong'er changed her clothes and filled a basin of hot water and walked in with her head down.

    Jin Batian thought it was another foot massage business and took his hand out from under Valmei¡¯s clothes.  But seeing Rong'er with a red face and nodding her head, she first took off her cotton coat, cotton trousers, and then her underwear. Jin Ba Tianxin asked, "What kind of show are you going to play?"  Push oil?  So what is she doing to fetch water?  If you don¡¯t have essential oil, you can get some peanut oil.

    With only one piece of bellyband left, Ronger got into bed and lay between Jin Batian and Valme, whispering: "Mom and dad asked me to help the military master sleep in peace."

    Jin Batian finally understood that this was still a sexual bribery scheme. The old man had promised well, but now it seemed that he was going to discount it again.  But it doesn't matter, as long as a few hundred Japs don't have heavy firepower, even if they are not divided into troops, they are just one dish.

    Jin Batian looked at Rong'er carefully. Her lips were red and her skin was white, and her facial features were delicate and regular. Among the beauties around Jin Batian, she was just average. Of course, this had something to do with Jin Batian's high demands on himself.  Jin Batian put his hand into the quilt and explored it, and then said disappointedly: "The hair is not even long"

    Ronger whispered: "Born"

    In fact, what disappoints Jin Batian the most is that Rong'er only has a B level. This level is almost the same at Jin Batian's home and at the airport.  However, since there is a natural white tiger, it is still necessary to observe and play with it. He immediately said to Valme: "You go up and I go down."

    Before Ronger could figure out what he meant, Valme kissed Ronger. Ronger resisted for half a second and soon fell into the skill of Valme's tongue.

    Jin Batian put out several foreign oil lamps, lighting up the room brightly, and carefully observed Ronger's reaction.

    In the middle of the night, Mr. Huang heard Rong'er's scream from the side room, and then he and Mrs. Huang fell asleep peacefully.

    Early the next morning, while Rong'er was still resting, Mr. Huang introduced his nephew, nicknamed Mouse, to Jin Batian. After meeting, Mr. Huang sent Mouse to report the news to the Japanese. The purpose of the meeting was to help him in the battle.  Try to avoid accidental injuries.  Although the third brother also has several children, every labor force in the family is valuable.

    After the rat walked away for a while, Mr. Huang and his family had a meal, Mr. Huang asked his eldest son to personally lead Jin Batian to find a suitable ambush location.  Although Mr. Huang's eldest son is also engaged in farming, he often goes to the mountains to hunt or pick some fungus during his spare time. He will also dig ginseng when he has the opportunity. However, the nearby mountains have been developed for too long, and countless ginseng tourists have almost visited them.  I have visited every corner of these places, and finding ginseng here is a matter of great luck.

    In addition to normal farmland, Mr. Huang's home also has a ginseng field. This is not a strange thing. Chinese people began to artificially cultivate ginseng more than a thousand years ago. It takes at least six years for the cultivated ginseng to be used as medicine.  The medicinal effect cannot be compared with wild ginseng, it just solves the problem of having it and not having it. After all, not everyone can afford to eat century-old wild ginseng.

    In addition to artificial ginseng cultivated from seeds, the Huang family also has mountain ginseng. When picking ginseng, they found that the ginseng was not old enough, so they transplanted the ginseng back and waited a few years for it to grow well before selling it out for sale.  You have to say that this kind of ginseng is wild.

    Along the way, the eldest son of the Huang family also told some interesting stories about ginseng, such as the legend of ginseng dolls or wild ginseng fields.  The ancients believed that this ginseng could transform into a human form after reaching a certain age. It would look like a child wearing a red bellyband.  It is said that the ginseng doll likes to play with children of the same age. The children are ignorant and do not know that it is a ginseng doll. The ginseng doll runs away when it sees an adult.

    So every child who heard this story was asked to bring a red ropeWhen I go out to play, I want to secretly tie it to the ginseng doll when I meet him, so that the adults in the family can find it.  Naturally, few people have seen ginseng dolls, but ginseng pickers do tie a red string to the ginseng before picking it, for fear that the ginseng will suddenly run away.

    As for the wild ginseng field, it is even more rumored. It is said that in the inaccessible depths of the deep mountains and old forests, ginseng has not been discovered by anyone. Gradually, it blooms and bears fruits nearby, and the ginseng grows and eventually spreads into a large area.  If you encounter a wild ginseng field, the ginseng picker will become rich instantly.  This wild ginseng field theoretically exists, but no one who sees it will probably tell anyone about it. Ginseng is far more valuable than gold. Naturally, this kind of thing is about making a fortune in silence. The fewer people who know about it, the better.

    After walking for seven or eight miles, the eldest son of the Huang family took Jin Batian to a small hill. The hill was rolling for more than a hundred meters. Sixty or seventy meters below the hill was the road. More than a hundred meters behind the hill was the road.  forest.  When we arrived here, the eldest son of the Huang family said, "This is the best place for an ambush nearby. The Japs have cars, mules, carriages, and carriages. As long as the Japs use their cars, this is the only way for the Japs to enter the countryside."

    Jin Batian and Valme looked at the terrain. Although they were not particularly satisfied, it was much better than the unblocked areas.  Jin Batian immediately said: "That's all right. You can go back first. Remember, don't go back by the original route."

    The eldest son of the Huang family answered yes and walked back through the woods behind.  Deep down, the eldest son of the Huang family did not want to get involved too much with people from the Central Army.

    Several foxholes were dug at the commanding heights of the hills, and Jin Batian and Valme took turns using far-infrared telescopes to wait for the Japanese to come.

    "Coming." Jin Batian counted the heat reactions in the telescope: "About fifty to sixty heat reactions, a small team of Japs. There are still two thousand meters."

    "Well, get ready." Valme and Jin Batian were using exactly the same mid-level and formal rifles with double-row magazines and nine-round bullets, sniper type. It's not that they didn't bring better weapons, but at this point, the enemy was Valme, so they rushed up and beat them to each other.  The problem with the blade is not big, there is no need to use more advanced weapons.

    This small group of Japanese soldiers came with a few mules, horses and carts. It seemed that in addition to fighting the volunteers, they also had to complete the task of getting some supplies.

    When the Japs were still more than a thousand meters away from the hills, they could already be seen with the naked eye. A Japs ran out of the team and looked in the direction of the hills.  At this moment, half of Jin Batian's prepared measures were in vain, and the Japanese actually knew to send elite soldiers to occupy the highest point.

    ¡°It was said on TV that in such a terrain, the Japanese would rush over with their guns arrogantly, waiting to be ambushed.  It changed when it was my turn. This is unscientific.

    After complaining in his heart, Jin Batian said to his heart that luckily I was prepared. He turned to Valme and said, "Valme, it's your turn now."

    "Yeah." Valme came out of the foxhole, put away her gun, and changed out of the Central Army women's uniform.  She took out a silk cheongsam from her bag and put it on. She put on a snow-white scarf to look dashing. Naturally, she carried a dangerous knife under the cheongsam. Valme changed her clothes and walked down the hill.

    At this time, the leading Japanese soldiers were less than 100 meters away from Shanggangzi, and the Japanese front line behind them was at least 800 meters away.  This is already beyond the effective range of the Chinese and formal rifles, and it is completely dependent on Jin Batian's ability to shoot.

    The little Japs who were sent out to be vanguards were lamenting their bad luck. You must know that vanguards, also known as vanguards, have the highest casualty rate. Since all the Korean Japs soldiers in the army were transferred to the Jehol front line to be cannon fodder, this kind of mission gradually became more and more difficult.  The ground was also sent to the Japanese soldiers.

    At this time, the little Jaap who was the vanguard saw a beauty in cheongsam walking out on the road. The beauty in cheongsam seemed to see the Japs put her bag under her arm and turned around to leave. The little Jaap vanguard shouted loudly: "Flower girl, there is a flower girl herequickly"  ."

    When the Japanese soldiers heard that the flower girl had been drugged, they all accelerated their march.  This made Cui Sanguang, who was leading the way for the Japanese, very dissatisfied. How many flower girls did he need to go to Huangqi Village?  Encountering one or two like this on the road is not enough for everyone to share - the most important thing is that there are dozens of Japanese here, and Cui Sanguang is definitely not included.  Even if they are dissatisfied, Cui Sanguang, the leader, will still follow the Japanese.

    When Huang Mouse came to know that this was the ambush point assigned by his elder brother, he felt something was wrong when he heard the Japs yelling about "flower girls". There are no flower girls going out these days. When women visit their hometowns, they always dress like men. They are just scared.  Harmed by devils.  Seeing the Japanese chasing after them noisily, the yellow mouse ducked and found a path into the forest.  There are secondary forests nearby, which Huang Mouse and others often came to play in when they were children, and the road is very familiar.

    Valme didn¡¯t run too fast, but circled with the Japs¡¯ leading soldiers in several bushes.  The Japs' top soldiers were unable to catch anyone several times, but when they saw the Japs from the group behind them getting closer and closer, they felt?I regret that I shouted too early.  In this case, I guess I wouldn't be the first to get on the job. You must know that although being a vanguard is the most dangerous job in the team, it is also done by the person with the lowest status.

    Seeing that the Japanese had lost their formation and were getting closer and closer, Jin Batian secretly rejoiced: "A little closer would be great."

    There was a gunshot, and a bullet casing flew out from the medium-sized sniper rifle in Jin Batian's hand. A Japanese soldier in the Japanese team a hundred meters away was shot through the neck. The bullet penetrated the neck of the first Japanese soldier and was castrated.  He hit another Japanese man in the chest.  Before the remaining Japs could react, gunshots rang out continuously, and the Japs' team fell down.

    When three or four Japs fell, the little Japs realized that they had been ambushed. Looking in the direction of the Japs who had already arrived, a Japs sergeant pointed at a high ground on the hill and shouted: "Over there.  , fired back."

    There were not many veterans in this team of Japanese soldiers, and most of the recruits followed the direction pointed by the sergeant and fought back with three-eight big blocks, "eight hooks" and "eight hooks".  The veterans subconsciously began to look for bunkers and other places to hide. In the end, the largest number of Japs were hidden behind a few mules and carts. The veterans knew that they could only take the next step by saving themselves first to judge the situation.  Sure enough, the recruits who used 38 big blocks were knocked down one after another.

    At this time, Valme had no intention of playing with the Japs' leading soldiers. When the first gunshot sounded, Valme pulled out a two-foot-long straight-edged dagger from under her cheongsam and played hide-and-seek with her for two minutes.  The little Japanese soldier chopped off his head.  Faced with several little Japs who rushed towards her despite the sound of gunshots, Valme was not polite. She leaned forward and used her legs to eject her body with great force.  The flowers fell to the ground one after another.  These Japs were either stabbed through the heart or had their necks cut off, and it was almost impossible to survive.

    After Jin BaTian knocked down ten Japs with nine rounds of bullets, he changed a magazine and moved into a foxhole to continue shooting at the Japs.  With a distance of more than 100 meters and a sniper scope, Jin Batian could easily avoid missing the target.

    After Valme easily dealt with a few Japanese soldiers who were close at hand, he saw that the remaining Japanese soldiers were shooting at Jin Batian, even sacrificing grenades and crooked light machine guns from the cart.  When he came out, Valme put away his knife and took out a medium-sized rifle to shoot the Japanese grenadiers and machine gunners from the side to cover Jin Batian.  (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to become a registered member of Piaotian Literature to recommend this work. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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