The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 494 Nicknames Appear Again (Two Chapters Combined)

After realizing that the two dark figures in front of him were not huskies, but two wild wolves.

With his eyes gleaming green, Xin Huo immediately drew a Type 17 Mauser pistol from his belt and prepared to fire.

No matter what, we must keep all the dozens of kilograms of wolf meat, bones, and offal in front of us.

Somewhat coincidentally, two hungry wolves, upon seeing their prey, also rushed towards Xinhuo from the left and right.

The two sides are currently only twenty or thirty meters apart.

At full speed, they could reach Xinhuo in just two or three breaths, their sharp teeth, gleaming even whiter under the moonlight, tearing at Xinhuo's body.

It's as if both sides, without prior agreement, chose to take action.

Fortunately, there's an old saying: "A gun is fast from seven paces away, and ruthless and fast within seven paces."

Even though Xin Huo had little experience with firearms before his transmigration and his marksmanship was questionable, he had fired at least a hundred or two hundred bullets in the past few days since his transmigration, and his marksmanship had improved significantly.

At such close range, there's no chance of missing.

Therefore, under normal circumstances, in this duel between man and wolf, Xinhuo, who has a Mauser pistol in hand, has an overwhelming advantage.

Unfortunately, just as his finger was on the trigger, ready to fire at a wolf that had charged fifteen or sixteen meters to his left, he was about to give it his shot.

Xin Huo suddenly realized: Damn it! I can't fire! I absolutely can't fire!

Although the Japanese soldiers who slaughtered those in Dashigou Village seemed to have left immediately after setting a fire, no one could guarantee that there were no Japanese soldiers within several kilometers of the village.

If so, the gunfire would immediately alert the Japanese and expose the whereabouts of our personnel.

Thinking back to the arduous and unbearable ordeal they had endured over the past two days under the relentless pursuit of the Japanese soldiers, Xinhuo knew that no matter what, they absolutely could not fire.

Immediately, he shouted at a volume of 60 decibels, which is the volume of a normal person's voice:
"Come quick, everyone come quick! There are wolves here!"

At the same time, with a flick of his fingers, the 2.5-kilogram Shanxi-made Type 17 pistol was held in his hand like a small hammer.

He swung his only intact right arm and smashed it against the relatively fragile bridge of the nose of a wolf that had charged in front of him in the very short time he was in a daze.

Two seconds later, two groans of pain were heard.

One of the groans came from the wolf.

Xin Huo's hasty slam of the rifle butt missed its fragile nose and instead struck its skull, producing a heavy thud.

The wolf howled in pain, then retreated several steps, creating distance again.

The other groan of pain came from Xin Huo. As he slammed the butt of his pistol, he inexplicably felt a tightness in his anus and instinctively twisted his body to the left.

It was this instinctive twist that saved his precious life.

Because these two wolves were so cunning, they actually managed to execute a well-coordinated tactical plan.

To be more specific, the attack launched by the wolf on the left from in front of Xinhuo was merely a feint to attract his attention.

The real danger actually comes from a wolf on the right.

After taking a slight detour, the wolf launched a fatal attack on Xin Huo's rear end.

It should be noted that wolves rarely use this tactic of attacking a person's rear end when attacking them; this tactic is more commonly seen in jackals.

The fatal danger to Xinhuo Juhua was simply that the gaping maw of the wild wolf that pounced on her from behind just happened to be aimed at her.

Fortunately! Xin Huo's instinctive twisting motion narrowly avoided the wolf's potentially fatal bite.

Unfortunately, the wolf bit down hard on his left buttock, penetrating quite deeply, and refused to let go once it had bitten down.

Given the sharpness of wolf fangs and the immense force with which a wild wolf tears something apart, it's easy to imagine.

Xin Huo, this part that's hard to describe at a glance, will soon have a large chunk of flesh torn off.

After a sharp pain shot through him, Xinhuo knew he couldn't scream, lest the Japanese hear him and reveal his location. So he bit his lip tightly.

A groan of pain involuntarily escaped from his nose, accompanied by a clear tremor.

However, compared to the previous incident, the psychological damage caused to him by that one bite was actually greater.

Having spent three days with them, he had enough to understand the origins of the strange nicknames given to the veterans, such as "deadbeat," "consumptive," "old cucumber," and "silent gourd."

So he wasn't too afraid of dying; what he feared was dying in a way that was too humiliating, and the resulting nickname.

But given those guys' twisted sense of humor, I couldn't even bring myself to refuse such a nickname.

A very big question suddenly arises: given my current situation, what nickname will I get?
It's unlikely to be a nice-sounding nickname; it's more of a flashy one.

Fearing the wicked nickname, Xinhuo swung his hand back and slammed it twice against the wolf behind him, trying to make it give in.

Otherwise? Would they really bite off a big chunk of flesh, leaving me with such a shameful nickname for the rest of my life?

As a result, the wolf, in pain, not only did not let go, but instead bit even harder, making Xin Huo's private parts hurt even more.

But the wolf in front of him seized the opportunity to pounce and launch a new attack, targeting the vital points in front of him once again.

The saying goes, "When faced with two evils, choose the lesser one," so it seems the former is more important.

Faced with the new threat, Xin Huo didn't even have a chance to keep hitting the wolf behind him. He had no choice but to swing his only intact left arm to stop the wolf in front of him from getting closer.

As for the wolves behind them, they could only let them continue to tear them apart.

"You bastards! Hurry up and get here, or I'll be the one who gets bitten to death. After these two wolves get away, I'll come back and kill you all."

Xin Huo lowered his voice, and with a voice severely distorted by the pain, he uttered these words with immense frustration...

A dozen seconds later, I saw Xinhuo, this newbie, with his left arm severed and being bitten by a wolf, while another wolf was biting his buttocks.

After the scene of him holding a Mauser pistol upside down in his right hand and smashing it wildly at two wolves.

Hearing the commotion, Black Star, who had rushed over, couldn't help but mutter, "Good heavens! Finally, they've opened their eyes!"

The reason for this was that he had checked more than a dozen traps in the previous period, but found not a single prey.

Just as I was worrying about this, I faintly heard Xinhuo's cries.

When they ran over, they immediately saw two wild wolves that had come to their doorstep.

According to his understanding, due to the large-scale destruction of vegetation these days, the number of wild wolves in North China, especially in areas like Yi County, has decreased significantly.

Even if there are still some, they are hiding in very remote places, and it is very difficult to encounter them normally.

So, the appearance of these two wolves could only mean that God has finally opened his eyes; there must be something else going on.

Of course, while Black Star was sighing, he didn't just watch and do nothing, letting Xin Huo, this poor newbie, continue to suffer inhuman torment.

He pulled a dagger from his thigh with his right hand and threw it like a flying knife at the wolf that was currently biting Xin Huo's back.

As it turns out, the Black Star team's veterans weren't only incredibly accurate when throwing grenades.

Even after switching to throwing knives, he still maintained a level of accuracy that never missed.

A flash of cold light appeared, and a dagger was now embedded in the wolf's neck; the dagger was deeply embedded in the wolf's neck, with only the hilt protruding, killing it instantly.

Unfortunately, even so, it bit too hard before.

The corpse still clung to poor Xin Huo, and the intense pain emanating from his back did not lessen much.

However, what worried Xin Huo the most was that the wolf that had bitten his severed arm, seeing that its companion had been killed, actually released its grip and turned to run away. Damn it! Such a big chunk of meat, it would be such a waste to let it get away! Xin Huo took off after it.

However, with a wolf hanging behind him, he took a step forward and was immediately struck by an excruciating pain that made his vision go black and he almost fainted.

If it weren't for the fact that he was still worried about this huge lump of meat, and that it would be such a huge loss if it got away, this novice would have fainted on the spot.

It turned out that during the wolf's attack, a piece of flesh on his back was already only held together by a little bit of skin and flesh; now, with such a forceful pull, it was immediately torn off.

Half of his manhood and a pair of pants were immediately stained red with blood, making it impossible to continue the chase.

Fortunately, even if Black Star ran out of extra daggers and couldn't throw knives anymore, he still had some other options.

He took a Type 97 grenade, weighing about 450 grams, from his chest sling with his right hand; without pulling the safety pin, he threw it straight at Xin Huofa.

Black Star's grenade and hand grenade throwing skills should never be questioned.

The last wolf had only turned and run seven or eight steps when it was hit hard on the head by this grenade.

Although he wasn't instantly killed or even knocked to the ground, the impact caused him to feel dizzy for a short time, making him stagger and significantly reducing his speed.

By the time it had recovered somewhat, Black Star had already rushed up like a gust of wind.

He swung a Type 38 rifle in his hand and slammed the hard butt of the rifle hard against its back.

In Chinese folklore, wolves are often described as having "copper heads, iron bones, and tofu waists." This is because wolves have very few bones in their waist area, but contain crucial digestive organs such as the small intestine, making it arguably their weakest point.

After being hit so hard with the butt of a rifle, the wolf immediately collapsed to the ground.

If he can't get up anymore, he definitely can't run away.

Seeing this, Xin Huo felt a surge of relief; he collapsed to the ground like a wooden stake, immediately losing consciousness...

Xin Huo's unconsciousness did not last long.

After Black Star finished off the last wolf with a few more rifle butts, he smashed it to death. Hu Biao, Annie, Lao Yu, and others who had heard the commotion nearby rushed over.

Upon seeing the two wolf carcasses on the ground, everyone was overjoyed.

He was naturally full of admiration for Xin Huo, who had fainted on the ground, thinking that although the kid looked weak, he was actually a lucky charm for the team.

Such a lucky person naturally needs immediate medical attention and bandaging to prevent excessive bleeding and death.

Hu Biao, the team leader, stepped forward and tore off Xin Huo's pants with a 'rip'.

The next second, Annie, sitting next to her, couldn't help but blurt out, "Wow! Pretty fair-skinned!" But after Hu Biao glared at her fiercely, she stuck out her tongue and quickly changed her tune:
"What I mean is, it was bitten really hard; it might have taken half a pound of flesh."

Upon hearing this, Hu Biao shook his head and did not pursue the matter further.

He knew that Annie had lost her composure earlier, but the bigger reason was that she had let slip her words because she was too relaxed after finally getting to eat meat.

As for the wound where Xin Huo lost half a pound of flesh, it was nothing to those who were used to the horrors of the battlefield.

I definitely won't die. At worst, I'll just lie here and sleep for a while.

Sure enough, Hu Biao took out a small bottle of alcohol from a first-aid kit at his waist, opened the cap, and poured it directly onto Xin Huo's wound.

The first step is disinfection, and the second is cleaning the wound.

After pouring out the alcohol, Hu Biao poured a small bottle of hemostatic medicine onto the wound as if it were free, and his movements while bandaging with gauze were exceptionally skilled.

The intense pain from the alcohol irritating the wound woke Xinhuo up immediately.

That's how he overheard this conversation.

Van Gogh said in a very excited tone, "Xinhuo's butt has been gnawed off in a big chunk. We've all traveled through time so many times, this is all like a scorpion's excrement, a bit of poison!"

So, brothers, what are your plans for Xinhuo's nickname?

"A hole in the bottom?" Old Yu was as sparing with words as ever, but his tongue was truly venomous.

Faced with this suggestion, Hu Biao hesitated for a few seconds before saying, "It's better not to call them that. Xin Huo has made a huge contribution this time. Without his desperate struggle, these two wolves would probably have escaped long ago."

Upon hearing this, Xinhuo was almost moved to tears.

To be honest, among so many veterans, why is Hu Biao able to become the de facto leader of the team? It's because of his broad-mindedness.

Unfortunately, before Xin Huo could speak, he couldn't properly express his admiration for Hu Biao—no, it should be said, for that damned bastard.

This guy has already revealed his plan: "I'm thinking, let's just call him Huodingxia! Changing the word 'xia' is a way for the team to recognize Xin Huozhe."

"Butt-opening hero, butt-opening hero~" He silently repeated this shameful nickname twice.

Whether it was the increasing pain from the wound or the overwhelming anger in his heart, poor newbie Xin Huo suddenly blacked out again and fainted once more...

******
Ten minutes later, on the section of the Great Wall where we would be camping that night.

Looking at the two wolf carcasses thrown beside the fire, and suppressing the strong urge to skin them and devour the raw meat, Mo Shuiyan asked:
"You damn bastard! You'd better figure out how to eat this stuff."

It's best to be efficient and not too complicated, lest we've just finished all that work and the Japanese are already here.

"Don't talk nonsense. We'll definitely get through tonight safely. Pah, pah, pah, pah!" Hu Biao cursed first, spitting several times.

Then, he revealed his plan: "Cut a small portion of the wolf meat into small pieces and roast it directly. This stuff cooks relatively quickly, so we don't have to wait too long."

The remaining wolf meat, rubbed with salt and smoked for several hours, can be saved as rations for the future.

The other offal and bones will also be chopped into small pieces and stewed together tonight; if we don't have enough pork kidney lunchboxes, we'll use the Japanese Type 90 steel helmets.”

Upon hearing this arrangement, Anne asked curiously:
"Everyone says that a wolf's heart and a dog's lungs are poisonous, but would it be okay to eat wolf offal?"

Hu Biao didn't need to answer this question; Uncle Bo, who had studied wilderness survival, immediately explained: "They carry a lot of parasites and have accumulated a lot of heavy metals, so it's better not to eat them if possible."

However, eating it will definitely not kill you, and it's not poisonous at all.

After Uncle Bo's professional explanation, everyone had no more questions about the logo arrangement, and everyone got to work together.

Peeling, cleaning the offal, whittling wooden skewers, cutting meat, and skewering meat, etc.

Everyone took action and did what they could.

Even Song Jie and the girls from the art troupe, under Hu Biao's arrangement, made some scallion and garlic water to soak the wolf meat.

I also washed some wild vegetables, which I will cook with wolf bones and offal later.

This is the only effective way that Hu Biao could find to reduce the gamey smell of wolf meat under the current limited conditions.

Oh, right! Uncle Bo and his men didn't leave empty-handed; during the earlier checks when everyone split up, Old Cucumber himself had already made some discoveries:

They caught a rabbit weighing over 3 kilograms that was still lively and energetic.

If it had been an hour ago, everyone would probably have treasured it.

Now that there are two wolves, everyone has clearly lost interest in this small prey; Uncle Bo simply used some old bricks to build a makeshift fence and put the rabbit inside first.

As for how to handle the situation afterward? Uncle Bo doesn't know.

They were so hungry they were completely starving, their minds went blank.

All that remained in their eyes were the wolf meat skewers grilling over the fire, and the bones and offal stewing in the pork kidney lunchbox; everything else would wait until they had finished their wolf meat feast.

(End of this chapter)