"Tsk-tsk-tsk-"

Amidst the slightly harsh friction sound, the whetstone soaked in water was polished over and over again on the slightly rusty saber.

Compared with the anti-Japanese broadsword in the metal book, this saber is only slightly narrower in blade, slightly shorter in handle, slightly thinner in thickness, and slightly longer in length.

Compared with the common cavalry sabers of the same era, it was much more generous.

It is almost conceivable that with the high speed of the galloping horse and the weight of the knife itself, as long as you don't let go, even if it is not so sharp, it is enough to cut through all the monsters and monsters blocking the road.

Even if other cavalry sabers of the same era collide with this thick-backed and broad-edged saber, they will most likely be broken.

With all these advantages, there are naturally also disadvantages. The excessive weight will limit the flexibility of this knife, and the flexibility must be compensated by other conditions, such as... more brutal fighting.

"Squeak"

The ajar door was pushed open from the outside, and Zhao Jinyu and Li Sui'an walked in one after another.

"Brother Wei, there is a task tomorrow, do you want to participate?" Li Sui'an asked directly.

"Join" Weiran also gave a straightforward response.

"Why don't you ask what the mission is?" Zhao Jinyu said, taking out some pieces of letter paper and an envelope and placing them on the only table by the window.

"With your head tied to your belt, the tasks are the same." Wei Ran, who was still polishing his saber, replied nonchalantly, "What are you doing? Help you write a letter home?"

"Where?"

Li Sui'an explained with a smile, "Jin Yu's rules for the agents are that each one must write a suicide note. If he does not survive, he must leave a letter to his family."

"I don't need it. I don't know if I wrote it..."

Wei Ran stopped sharpening his knife mid-sentence, picked up the towel hanging on the washbasin stand next to him, wiped his hands carefully and said, "Let's write a letter. I know who to send it to."

"I didn't have time to ask when I was taking a shower. Did you send all those letters away?" Zhao Jinyu asked while helping to clear the table.

"without"

Wei Ran shook his head, "I searched several houses but couldn't find him. Then I followed Wangchuan and the others to escape."

"Where are the letters?"

Zhao Jinyu asked nervously. His eyes also subconsciously looked at the extra backpack in the room. He also recognized it. It was the backpack that Wei Ran had been using since he seized it.

"See for yourself, they're all there."

Wei Ran took out the pen under the cover of his pocket and wrote on the letter paper after a moment's hesitation, "This letter comes by chance. God helps Huang Zhong succeed."

Just after writing this sentence, Wei Ran capped the pen and folded it in half.

"Is this finished?" Li Sui'an, who had just taken off the saber from the wall, asked in surprise when he saw this.

"Write..."

Wei Ran hesitated when he was about to answer this question. After a slight hesitation, he lit the folded letter in half with a match and threw it into the earth kang stove that was originally blocked by blue bricks.

"Forget it, after thinking about it, there is nothing to write, so forget it."

After Wei Ran finished speaking, he waited until the folded letter was completely burned out before blocking the stove again with bricks.

Originally, he planned to send a letter to his family in Xuqingshuyu that would bring them hope.

And the reason why he burned the letter again was not because he was worried that it would not be sent, but because he was worried that if it was actually sent, it would bring unexpected danger to them.

Sure enough...this era...is full of despair...

Wei Ran sighed silently, and then heard Zhao Jinyu praise, "These photos are really good!"

Hearing this, Wei Ran secretly gave the living ancestor a thumbs up. He had already noticed it when he stuffed photos into those letters.

The photos placed in the food box not only include individual photos of each anti-union fighter in the first guerrilla team, but also all the group photos taken at that time. Moreover, the number of photos developed from those group photos is enough for everyone in the group photo.

Everyone gets one and is rich.

Not only that, he even found among these photos a group photo of brothers Li Sui'an and Li Hexian, as well as Li Sui'an and his father who ran Cangxian Zhai in Teng County.

“I’ve had several pictures of those group photos developed.”

Wei Ran continued, "In the letters I sent to everyone, I included their individual photos and group photos related to them, and the few extra photos are all yours.

There is also Wangchuan, where there are still the photos I took of you, your brother, and you and your father."

"real?!"

Li Sui'an asked in surprise. He quickly put down the saber and whetstone he had just picked up, wiped his hands casually and moved them to the edge of the kang.

"That's true!"

Li Sui'an exclaimed, quickly picked out those photos, and excitedly shared photos and memories related to each other with Zhao Jinyu.

"Don't just talk to you two."

When the two of them were not paying attention, Wei Ran took out the British army kettle from the metal book and shook it, "I still have wine here. I stole the wine from Brother Hu's house. Do you want to drink some?"

"You have all this?!"

Zhao Jinyu immediately slapped his thigh, climbed onto the earthen kang, dug out three small ceramic wine bowls from the kang cabinet, and brought out a plate of fried peanuts from who knows where.

"Just one drink per person, we have business to do tomorrow." Li Sui'an reminded, holding a photo of him and his father at Cangxuzhai.

"Hurry up!" Zhao Jinyu urged.

Hearing this, Wei Ran smiled, opened the kettle, and filled the three small bowls with the sorghum wine stolen from Hu Bazhi's house.

"Come on, come on! Take a sip first!"

Zhao Jinyu couldn't wait to pick up the small wine bowl, touch it with Wei Ran and Li Sui'an, and then bring it to his mouth to take a sip.

"call--"

Zhao Jinyu breathed out, "You can count on drinking Brother Hu's wine again!"

Before Wei Ran and Li Sui'an could put down their wine bowls to say anything, Zhao Jinyu threw a few peanuts into his mouth and then suggested, "Brother Wei, why don't you leave these letters to me?"

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "What do you say?" Wei Ran asked with a smile, and also picked up a few peanuts and threw them into his mouth.

"About 200 members of our cavalry company left suicide notes."

Zhao Jinyu said seriously, "We are in the business of wearing heads in the waistband. It is not safe to leave this thing here. If Brother Wei still trusts me, why not give these letters to me and wait for my sister to send someone

When I delivered the letters from sister Shiyi, I asked someone to take them back and send them to my sister.

At that time, I will write a letter back and ask my sister and Shiyi’s caravan to help find out the address on the letter. If I can still find someone, I will send the letter out."

Having said this, Zhao Jinyu sighed, "I'm afraid... I'm afraid that the delivery will be late and I really won't be able to find the recipient."

"Then I'll trouble you," Wei Ran said happily.

Hearing this, Zhao Jinyu immediately lit up with joy, quickly picked up the wine bowl and said, "Come on! Brother Wei, let me toast you!"

"You only have this one glass, so drink it sparingly." Li Sui'an reminded him while picking up the wine glass.

"When tomorrow's business is finished, let's continue drinking when we come back!"

Wei Ran patted the wine bottle next to him, "Drink it all when the time comes! Come on! Let's do it!"

"Done!"

Zhao Jinyu and Li Sui'an agreed in unison, holding their wine glasses and touching them lightly with Wei Ran, then they each raised their heads and drank completely.

Putting down the empty wine bowl, Zhao Jinyu also pulled out a cowhide backpack from the kang cabinet, opened it, and put the letter in the sanitary bag into his bag.

"Where in Shanxi did your sister marry?" Wei Ran asked curiously.

"Yonghe County"

Zhao Jinyu replied, "When you get to Yonghe, as long as you mention Lao Ma's house, a cattle, horse and sheep dealer by the Yellow River, any one of them can lead you to the right door."

Before he finished speaking, he took out a small yellow croaker from his bag and threw it into Wei Ran's bag, "I just saw that the silver coins in the letter are still there. If I pay you a small yellow croaker, don't let Brother Wei misunderstand."

I covet Yuan Datou in the envelope."

"Who is this shabby person?"

Wei Ran shook his head angrily, picked up the small yellow croaker and threw it back into Zhao Jinyu's bag. It was useless for him to keep it.

"Take these photos with you"

Before Zhao Jinyu could say anything, Li Sui'an put the photos Wei Ran had taken of him, his father and third brother Li Hexian into an envelope and threw them into his bag.

"Don't leave one?" Wei Ran and Zhao Jinyu asked in unison.

"No need." Li Sui'an smiled, "Maybe he will die one day."

"Too"

Zhao Jinyu nodded in agreement, and continued to fasten his backpack while making a promise, "If you die, I will go back to Sichuan and Sichuan for you after I have beaten away the Japanese, and report your funeral for you."

"You should survive first and then talk about this."

Li Sui'an took out a pack of cigarettes, popped out three cigarettes and gave them to Wei Ran and Zhao Jinyu, "If you die, I will also go to the Anti-Japanese Alliance for you as an errand."

"Can't you two survive just by talking?"

Wei Ran forced a smile and asked, "Or tell me how to play tomorrow?"
To be continued...