Chapter 8 Military Affairs (Sixth Middle School)

"Ah." Zhao Tianlong's eyes turned black in pain and fell forward. Fortunately, his right hand held on the ground for a while, so he barely fell into the mud. If it were on weekdays, Zhang Songling would definitely make a few words of smug without hesitation. At least he would ask his good friend when the bet on pouring foot water for a year began to be fulfilled. But at this moment, he was not in the slightest joking mood. He just silently packed up the dagger, then took out a bullet and pulled it out with his teeth, and turned the gunpowder in the shell towards Zhao Tianlong's wound.

"You, why are you pouring me a gun medicine?" Zhao Tianlong was startled and quickly took a few steps forward, avoiding Zhang Songling's poison.

"Burn with gunpowder to prevent your wound from getting inflamed. Don't hide, just make it hurt even more than before." Zhang Songling looked at him and explained patiently, his voice hoarse and low, as if there was a piece of ten thousand years of ice hidden in his belly.

"My package contains golden sore medicine, which is the small bag behind the saddle. The old scar is matched with, and it must be better than the gun medicine in your hand." Zhao Tianlong didn't want to be fired hard by him on the wound, so he quickly pointed at the saddle of Huang Pima to report.

"Then why didn't you say it earlier?" Zhang Songling glared at him angrily, stood up and went to find the golden sore medicine.

"I, didn't I feel confused just now?" Zhao Tianlong knew that he was in the wrong, so he lowered his head and explained in a low voice, "I really didn't mean to not use it for you. You took the whole medicine box and I will sprinkle some of it on the wound later. Feel, why do you do with your face so long? I am the kind of person who hides good things and doesn't give it to others for use?"

Zhang Songling was not in the mood to pay attention to him. He silently took the medicine box and silently used a dagger to pick up some white powder from the inside and sprinkled it into the wound on Zhao Tianlong's shoulder blade. The Jinchuang medicine had a very good bleeding effect. Almost as soon as it was sprinkled on it, it immediately condensed into small pieces in the wound. Then a few more layers of blood were sprinkled outside the newly formed blood mass, and no longer had large trunks of plasma flowing out of the wound.

After bandaging Zhao Tianlong's shoulders quickly, Zhang Songling untied the bandage on his thighs and retreated the wound very seriously. He felt that his mind was very messy, as if hundreds of horns were shouting at the same time, "Do you really want to go back to the south?" "Do you really want to go back to the old army as you said." "Forget it, if you really want to go back early, why do you have to run to the grassland?" "You are actually escaping and never dare to face your true thoughts." "You are actually desperate, but..."

When the extremely thin window paper was accidentally exposed by Zhao Tianlong, the truth was nowhere to hide. He actually didn't want to go back to the old army immediately, at least not as he had always shown. If he really wanted to go back, there was no need to arrange the order of return before avenging Meng Xiaoyu's father. No matter when, the national hatred was greater than the family hatred. Moreover, Zhu Er was not the only traitor who had a grudge against him. If he really wanted to line up seats, he should go to Huluyu to find Qin Degang, and then walk to the grassland, instead of leaving the blockage thousands of miles away. On the way, he arranged the revenge of the people in the Snow Flower Society in front of the search for twenty-six routes.

Even when Old Mengshan was alive, Zhang Songling could leave the Niangzi Pass and leave the small village hidden in the mountains. Although the Meng family and daughter would not let him go willingly, they would never beg for nothing to stop him and delay his future. He just used the obstruction of the Meng family and daughter as a guise to hide below and escape his true thoughts, although he would never admit this.

The night wind on the grassland was a little cold, blowing on the exposed wound, making people feel weak. Zhang Songling used a dagger several times to pick up the powder of the medicine with a dagger, but because his arms were shaking too hard, he sprinkled most of the medicine powder outside the wound. Seeing this, Zhao Tianlong hurriedly came forward to help, but because only one right arm could be used, he seemed clumsy and sighed in regret. He picked up the torch from the ground and took on the lighting task. At the same time, he secretly looked at Zhang Songling up and down, trying to find out why the latter became so stingy.

"It's okay, I can handle it myself. You can find a place to take a look for a while. If you really can't sleep, you can pick up some dry branches to make a fire. I think the weather is a bit cold, so don't be frozen." Zhang Songling didn't want to be stared at by good friends for research. She frowned and whispered her orders.

"Then be careful. There is only one box of Jinchuang medicine. After using it, you have to find Lao Chuang again. His things are never given in vain." After a joke, Zhao Tianlong got up to find dry firewood. While walking, he was frowning and thinking, "What's wrong with this guy? Why did he suddenly become absent-minded?"

It was late autumn, and the vinegar willows, sea buckthorn and other shrubs had already started to fall leaves, so dry firewood was not difficult to find. Soon, Zhao Tianlong walked back with a small bundle of dry firewood on his right arm. Zhang Songling also treated the wound on his body again, stood up, and raised a bonfire with the other party on the mound, then held his knees and continued to think deeply about things against the bonfire.

The Japanese have just suffered a great loss. I believe they will not easily get their mobile phones tonight. If the Japanese can repair the car and continue to rush to the road tomorrow morning, he and Zhao Tianlong will definitely have to get in the way, so that the Japanese will be unable to defend themselves. There is still a long way to get from here to Lamagou. If the tactics are used properly, they should be able to buy a day and a half to two days for Red Beard. With such a long time to buffer, the guerrillas will probably be able to transfer with the people and will no longer stay in the village to wait for poisoning by the Japanese's chemical weapons.

After all, he had just shed a lot of blood and his body was a little weak. As he thought about it, Zhang Songling's head drooped and fell asleep in a daze. In the dream, he traveled through the mountains and mountains, stood with Shi Liangcai, Liao Wenhua and others again, and rushed towards the Japanese with bayonets. The Japanese were washed away and overturned and defeated.

Victories one after another, the Japanese suddenly became fragile. He and his brothers returned to Nanjing from Wuhan, and from Nanjing back to Taierzhuang, Niangziguan, and Peking. The road was unstoppable, honors, military merits, and various rewards followed one after another. Flowers and applause almost drown the heroes. Just as Zhang Songling stood happily on a ceremony platform with three general stars, preparing to accept the award from the highest commander, Lao Gou suddenly rushed out of the crowd and knelt on the observation platform with a "thump."

"Brothers, Lao Gou is sorry for you." He kowtowed three times in the direction of the Walnut Orchard. He never advocated meddling in other people's business. He just wanted to take care of himself. Lao Gou pulled out his gun and pulled the trigger at his own temple.

"Ping," at that moment, the sunset in the sky was as red as fire.

The world was also affected by the flames in the sky, and it was burned into a purgatory.
Chapter completed!