1940s: I supported my wife and sister-in-law by hunting.

The cooks exchanged a glance, still not daring to relax. They kept their guns in their hands, their eyes fixed on the two, carefully scrutinizing the strange young man and little girl.

Jeeps are imported goods, very rare, and not something ordinary people can own. The two men's identities looked suspicious, and neither dared to let their guard down easily.

The cook, who had a swollen jaw, turned around and gave orders while holding a gun in his hand.

"You two, don't just stand there. Hurry up and go over there. Check his coat pockets for any travel permits. Don't be afraid, folks and this young girl. These days, the militia will search for anything. Once we've confirmed your identities, we'll definitely let you go."

"Yes, squad leader!"

The two put down the four buckets they were carrying, walked quickly to the jeep, reached out and picked up Chen Gaoshan's coat that was draped over the seat, and began to feel around.

After a few fumbles, he indeed found a crumpled document in the inner pocket.

The young soldier with the big nose quickly grabbed the paper and ran back to his squad leader.

"Squad leader, it's a genuine travel permit, stamped with our team's seal."

The travel permit was genuine, but the sergeant's suspicions remained.

These days, the world is too chaotic. There are too many spies in the militia. How many people are just trying to infiltrate the ranks to carry out sabotage and infiltrate?

If these two were actually spies planted by the other side, infiltrating the camp would be a huge problem, and he couldn't bear that responsibility.

The squad leader's gun was still pointed at the two men.

"Fellow villager, hurry up and put your clothes on, come back to the camp with us, and cooperate honestly. We still need to verify your identity when we get back."

Chen Gaoshan was wearing only a pair of wet, baggy shorts.

He immediately turned his head.

"Hongying, turn around quickly and don't look back. I'm going to change into a clean pair of underwear."

Hongying obediently turned her back immediately, her little hands gripping her nails, not daring to move an inch.

With three guns pointed at him, Chen Gaoshan changed into a clean set of clothes under the watchful eyes of the gun barrels.

Liu Hongying was also busy, putting away all the iron pots that had just been used for cooking.

Chen Gaoshan raised his hands.

"Comrades, please investigate with confidence. I am a laborer in our team, and I am definitely not a bad person."

"My hometown is Nangou Village, Fuping Town, Hecheng. I am a native farmer with impeccable revolutionary credentials."

"I learned to drive from the militia when I was being conscripted."

"And this jeep, I plan to give it to our team directly. I'm just a farmer, keeping this car is completely useless to me, it's such a waste."

As the old saying goes, "You can't catch a wolf without risking your cub," meaning that if you're unwilling to give up this vehicle, you'll never be able to get a reliable train ticket back to Hecheng.

Besides, this jeep is bumpy, has many problems, and is conspicuous; driving it around everywhere is likely to cause trouble.

Once life becomes stable, I'll buy a Rolex and start driving it when I have the money.

Moreover, with checkpoints and bearded men everywhere along the way, driving such an eye-catching car could easily lead to an accident. Giving it to Master Hu is the safest and most cost-effective option.

As for the treasures he kept hidden away, he had no intention of giving them away.

He had enough weapons and ammunition to arm two divisions, and he had stockpiled millions of kilograms of grain, clothing, daily necessities, and medicines—all of which were his life-saving assets.

I am not some selfless, selfless, great, and righteous saint. People are selfish; if you don't look out for yourself, you'll be doomed.

He, Chen Gaoshan, wouldn't do something so foolish as to enrich others at his own expense.

When it really comes down to a united front against foreign aggression, if they encounter the Japanese or Russians, without anyone else having to call on them, they'll be the first to grab their guns and charge forward. Their patriotism is genuine; they'll absolutely fight to the death to defend their country.

Let's forget about it, it's all about our own people fighting each other.

Most importantly, he couldn't give it openly; he had to do it secretly, so nobody would know and he wouldn't get any credit. That's ridiculous.

Why did he shamelessly exploit the space to empty warehouses, loot military warehouses, and seize banks?

It's for their own sake and for the future of their families that they have a way out. Only by having food and weapons in hand can they gain a foothold and make a living.

I had already removed a lot of obstacles for them.

Without weapons and food, the militia was easy for Eighth Master Hui to deal with.

He only took the treasures and poison gas bombs from the fortress of the dog days before, and left the rest to Eighth Master Gray. He believed that he had done everything he could.

The sergeant with the protruding teeth held a gun in his hand and pointed his chin at the jeep.

"Hey, you drive, Big Nose, Little Sanzi, you two get in the car and we'll take the people back to the camp."

Chen Gaoshan took two steps forward, leaned closer to take a look, and subconsciously sniffed the air.

Goodness, this squad leader smells like steamed buns.

Looking at his physique, he has the standard build of a cook.

Big head, thick neck, either a tycoon or a cook.

Without saying a word, Chen Gaoshan got into the car and started the engine.

This Willys Jeep is a small four-seater car with limited space.

The squad leader sat in the passenger seat. Liu Hongying was small, so she didn't take up much space in the back.

The remaining two soldiers, Big Nose and Little Sanzi, each held a gun on one side, with half their bodies hanging outside the vehicle, their hands gripping the frame and their feet on the iron bars beside the vehicle. As long as they didn't fall off, they were fine.

The car sputtered forward, but before it had gone three miles, it was stopped.

"Alright, stop here. You two stay here and keep watch. I'm going to report to the battalion commander."

"Yes, sir!"

The squad leader ran quickly into the depths of the camp, and soon arrived with a small team.

The leader was a tall, burly man; he was clearly the one in charge.

His gaze first fell on the Willys Jeep, and his eyes lit up.

"Squad Leader Lu, this is the jeep you mentioned that was captured; it was obtained by this fellow villager."

After speaking, he strode up to Chen Gaoshan, his attitude friendly.

"Fellow villager, I heard you used to be a laborer for our team. How did you get separated from the main group? Tell me the details."

"Comrade, my name is Chen Gaoshan, and I'm from Hecheng. This little girl is Liu Hongying. She's the girl I rescued on the way. Her parents and her older brother, who worked for her family, were all killed by the bearded man from Tazishan. There's no one left in her family."

"In March this year, I followed a group of villagers to Songyuan by train to support the front line with supplies. After getting off the train, we planned to head to Sicheng, but we were bombed on the way and I was knocked unconscious."

"When I woke up, all the villagers and the main force were gone. Before I even reached the edge of Sicheng, I ran into the militia and was conscripted. I was forced to go all the way to Jichun. Later, taking advantage of the chaos in the city, I secretly drove this car and escaped. I've been looking for our group ever since, and today I finally ran into my own people!"

After hearing this, the leading man reached out and tightly grasped Chen Gaoshan's hand.

"My fellow villagers have worked so hard, it's been so tough for you. I am Wang Dapao, the company commander of the reconnaissance company of the 56th Regiment of the Allied Forces."

Chen Gaoshan held the other person's hand.

"Company Commander Wang, seeing you all feels like seeing family."

"I left my hometown in early March, and almost four months have passed in the blink of an eye. I wonder how those brothers from the village who came with me to support the front lines are doing, and whether they have returned home safely."

Wang Dapao patted his arm.

"Don't rush, come back to camp with me and rest. I'll call upstairs right away and ask about the situation of the laborers, and also what's going on with the chaos in Jichun City?"

He looked at them with feigned shock. "Don't you know? A little over a month ago, the military warehouses in the four cities were robbed, and half a month ago, the military warehouse in Jichun was completely looted. There are no weapons left, and Jichun is in complete chaos."

Company Commander Wang's eyes widened. "Fellow villager, are you telling the truth?"

"You can send someone to check; it's all true."

Company Commander Wang hurriedly ran to the camp. Regardless of whether it was true or not, he needed to report to his superiors immediately, because if it was true, it would be the best opportunity for them to attack the city.

Chen Gaoshan, accompanied by Liu Hongying, followed the people next to Battalion Commander Wang into the camp and was arranged to rest in an empty tent.

The two had only been sitting down for less than two minutes.

A man wearing a white cross armband pushed open the tent flap and barged in.

"Company Commander Wang, the camp's bandages, liquor, and penicillin are all gone. When will the next batch of supplies arrive? We can grit our teeth and wait, but the wounded soldiers in the camp simply can't afford to wait any longer."

The man glanced at it out of the corner of his eye and exclaimed in shock.

"Chen Gaoshan!"

Chen Gaoshan was resting in his chair when he heard the familiar voice and turned to look.

Their eyes met, and at the same time, their eyes lit up.

Isn't this the same person who treated my uncle back in the village?

"Dr. Li."

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