Chapter 79
Fortunately, she had plenty of children's clothes in her storage space. She pulled out a short-sleeved shirt and trousers, and changed into white sneakers.
Although she had shrunk, her constitution remained the same. Fu Le, with her short arms holding a flashlight as long as her arm, walked step by step toward the mountain. She planned to find a cave first to clean up the medicine packaging before heading to the village.
Fu Le was quite lucky; she walked very fast. The place where she woke up was only one kilometer away from the back mountain, and she arrived there in less than half an hour.
There were no caves, but there were many gullies. They found a small gully that was sheltered from the wind and not easy to spot.
Fu Le set up the tent, hung up the solar-powered lights, and began disassembling piles of external anti-inflammatory drugs in the space. She packed all the powdered medicine into sterilized 500ml glass bottles, while the internal anti-inflammatory capsules and tablets were wrapped in kraft paper into packets of two hundred each. She worked like this for three days, but one person's strength is limited. Working day and night, she only managed to wrap a few hundred packets. Fu Le's little hands developed calluses from tearing open the packaging.
Fu Le simply stopped packing them and instead categorized the anti-inflammatory drugs, putting them into large 50-liter plastic buckets. This method was indeed much faster. The torn boxes were all used as fuel for cooking, and her warehouse soon had over a hundred large buckets of medicine. It was fortunate that she had categorized the medical supplies when she received them, separating external and internal injuries into their respective places. Otherwise, if they had all been mixed together, she wouldn't have been able to go anywhere for the rest of the year.
It took Fu Le a whole month to finish dispensing one-third of the anti-inflammatory and antibiotic medications for her external injuries. She was too lazy to do any more; the longer she delayed, the more people would die. She had to find a field hospital as soon as possible.
In the darkness, several dark figures moved swiftly through the deep forest, but because they needed to support two of them, their speed was severely reduced. They also had to keep shooting backwards for cover and then run forward with all their might.
"Platoon leader, hang in there a little longer, Lijia Village is just ahead, just a little longer!" *Whoosh whoosh whoosh...*
"Platoon leader, don't sleep, don't sleep, if you fall asleep you'll never wake up again, platoon leader..." The voice was choked with sobs, and it was hard to tell where the accent came from. I could understand it, but I couldn't tell the difference.
Hearing the sounds from afar, Fu Le packed up the tent, stuffed her small backpack full of anti-inflammatory medicine and hemostatic powder, then hopped on her little children's mountain bike and rode through the woods. Of course, she wasn't heading in the direction of the incident; she was going to bypass them. She was going to get behind them and fight off the Japanese snipers. Those martyrs who dared to chase her, die!!!
"Wait a minute, there's a sound!!" Qian Xiaofeng, known for his keen senses, heard a rustling sound ahead and the rattling of a bicycle chain. Someone was riding a bicycle in the woods, not coming in their direction, but not far away.
Of the six men, two were wounded, and only two could stay behind to cover the rear, one of whom was him.
They came to Houyu Canyon to recruit soldiers, but before they could even reach their destination, they encountered a small Japanese squad. Of their ten brothers, four were killed on the spot, and two others were seriously wounded. They had no choice but to quickly find a place to hide and reconsider their plans. However, the Japanese soldiers relentlessly pursued them, and with insufficient ammunition, they had no choice but to retreat into the deep mountains.
"They're coming from the southeast, hurry, speed up!"
While the six of them were making their way forward stealthily, Fu Le had already reached the vicinity of the Japanese soldiers on her mountain bike. They heard a series of Japanese words coming from the Japanese, which Fu Le couldn't understand, but it was all gibberish and must be related to the pursuit of the soldiers.
I counted them, no more, no less, ten, rounded up.
Fu Le took out his binoculars and estimated that the distance was about 500 meters.
This distance is alright!
Fu Le put away his mountain bike, moved to a large tree, climbed up, sat at the highest point, and waited until the Japanese soldiers were almost near the tree. Then, a hand grenade appeared in his right hand, he pulled the pin, and 'Boom…'
Amidst a shower of rotten leaves, three soldiers feigned death on the spot. "Enemy attack!! Take cover!!" the leading Japanese soldier roared, desperately trying to pinpoint the attackers' location.
Fu Le curled her lips into a smile, *snap, snap!*
Two more grenades were thrown!
Boom! Boom!
Dead shuttle, even though she's weaker, she still has enough strength to grab a grenade, humph!
Even though she couldn't muster any strength, she still possessed the strength of a ten-year-old, not a five-year-old. After all, no matter how condensed her body was, it was still her original body, enough for her to cause trouble.
Ahead.
"A fight has broken out in the back!! Have our people arrived?" the dark-faced young soldier exclaimed excitedly.
"Judging from the direction, we must have encountered the Japanese, but we don't know which unit they are."
"This grenade is incredibly powerful; it's much more effective than our wooden sticks."
"Could it be from the Nationalist Army?" They couldn't think of any other unit besides the Nationalist Army that would have such sophisticated grenades.
"Not necessarily. Aren't there many spontaneous civilian organizations? Some of them are even heroes who returned from overseas to fight against the Japanese and save the country. They might have some good stuff. Let's hurry up and find a place to rest. The platoon leader and Gouzi's injuries can't be delayed any longer."
On the other side, Fu Le took out his high-powered searchlight, illuminating the forest floor as bright as day. Corpse parts were scattered everywhere, and there were still three intact corpses. Fu Le raised an eyebrow, took out another one, and threw it at the three corpses scattered not far away.
With a loud 'boom!' followed by two screams, Fu Le laughed, 'You little devils, you're kidding me! Your death is near, hahaha…' Damn, first time fighting the Japanese, it's pretty good!! So satisfying!!
After confirming that everyone was dead, Fu Le jumped down from the tree branch, shone his searchlight, and approached to see if he could pick up any useful equipment.
Of the ten men, they only managed to collect seven intact Type 38 rifles, which were quite heavy, along with ten bayonets, fifteen magazines (1,300 rounds of ammunition), fifteen hand grenades, ten entrenching tools, ten steel helmets, ten leather backpacks, ten pairs of leather shoes, ten mess kits, ten canteens, ten sets of bedding (blankets), and rations of compressed biscuits and canned food, totaling less than three kilograms. They also collected ten small first-aid kits containing iodine, cotton swabs, and medicine—good stuff indeed! The Japanese soldiers before 1937 were certainly wealthy.
Fu Le stored all the supplies into his spatial storage. As for the corpses, let them nourish the earth; the beautiful land of our motherland needs fertilizer.
Once he was sure there was nothing left behind, Fu Le hopped on his mountain bike and sped off in the direction the soldiers had gone.
In the pitch-black forest, a little boy, carrying a pink backpack, rides a small mountain bike at high speed across the rugged terrain. The mountain bike occasionally takes off from a standstill, making a series of loud thuds, while the little boy on the bike lets out exclamations of surprise.
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