Chapter 8 Military Action (Six Dimensions)

"Ping," another gunshot forced Zhang Songling's soul from his dream back to the real world. With the conditioned reflex developed in his career for more than a year, he quickly jumped up, pulled his gun, opened his eyes wide, searched for suspicious targets, and his blurry vision quickly became clear. In the glimmer of the morning glow, he saw several thin figures riding war horses, flying past more than three hundred meters ahead of him. Following these people were more than twenty tough horse thieves, holding long spears and short spears, chasing them reluctantly.

"It's Zheng Xiaobao and the others, these disobedient naughty kids." Zhao Tianlong had already recognized the identity of the escapee, raised the 38th gun, and pulled the trigger at the horse thieves. Unfortunately, the distance was too far, and his left arm remained unchanged due to injury, unable to control the stability of the gun body. Several consecutive bullets were shot and mist was rubbed on the grass in vain.

"Give me all the rifles, you get on the horse first." Zhang Songling quickly judged the situation, inserted the box cannon back to his waist, picked up the 38th large lid, and aimed at the horse thieves in a half-kneeling posture.

Zhao Tianlong was stunned for a moment, not very used to being directed, but out of trust in his good friends, he walked quickly towards his mount, jumped up with one hand, turned around and nervously observed the movements on the battlefield.

Zhang Songling had never fired. Even when he saw the horse thieves split half of the cavalry and killed him and Zhao Tianlong's hiding place, he did not shoot bullets immediately. The galloping war horse was difficult to catch by the sight. He only had two guns on his side, and it must be more likely than to ensure the accuracy of the shooting. Soon, the target rushed to a distance of 200 meters and continued to approach the muzzle, aiming at the increasingly larger horse neck. He decisively pulled the trigger, "Ping,." The bullet dragged a sharp thunder into the horse's belly, smashing the poor beast's heart. The little horse thief on the horse's back caught him off guard and fell down, breaking his bones.

"Ping,." "Ping,." "Ping,." "Ping,." He fired the other four bullets extremely fast, one of them hit the empty space, and the other three hit a rushing horse, smashing the bandits on the horse's back into a rolling gourd. He had no time to pick up another 38 gun, and the remaining seven horse thieves had rushed within fifty meters. The scimitar in his hands was dazzling in the morning sun. Zhang Songling jumped to a fish beside him, dodging the front hoof of the war horse, and at the same time pulled out the box cannon. "Dangdang, Dangdangdang--" Two strings of bullets formed a narrow fan in front of him and Zhao Tianlong with the help of the left and right movement of his palms. All objects entering the fan were overturned to the ground.

"Good fight." Zhao Tianlong screamed and pulled out the steel knife, and squeezed his legs hard to the horse's belly. The yellow horse had been waiting for a long time. "Sigh," and roared and rushed towards the horse thieves closest to him. The cold light and black shadow intertwined. Zhao Tianlong shook off the blood beads on the blade and headed straight for the next opponent.

It took only half a minute before and four of the eleven horse thieves who rushed over were already killed. Three were not aware of their lives. The remaining four horse thieves did not dare to go against the Ruyunlong. They screamed and turned their heads to flee in panic. The horse thieves who were chasing Zheng Xiaobao also found that the situation was not good. They shouted, turned their mounts, and quickly escaped in the direction of the river, throwing several half-grown children who had become frightened birds on the grassland, panting like scalpers that had just finished the ground.

Worried about the situation of several young men, Zhao Tianlong had no intention of chasing and killing the horse thieves. He brought Huang Pi aloud back and ran to Zheng Xiaobao, "Little bastard, your wings are hard, and you dare not even listen to my words."

Zheng Xiaobao was stunned at first, suddenly grinned and burst into tears, "Wow, Maodan and Jiuchen are dead. We crossed the river to find you this morning. Halfway through the road, Maodan and Jiuchen were beaten to death by them. Sanwa and Tusheng stayed behind to break the rear. I don't know whether it was death or alive. The horse thieves bullied us few people..."

"You ungrateful bastard." Zhao Tianlong was so heartbroken that his eyes turned black. He rushed forward and raised his hand to slapped Zheng Xiaobao several times. "They are all dead. Why are you still alive? Why are you so shameless? How can I tell you before leaving, asking you to take them to find Siqin and don't run around on the road. Why are you so disobedient and so disobedient?"

While fighting and scolding, tears as big as beans rolled down from his eyes. Red beard handed over the baby soldiers to him in the hope that he could find a way out for the children. But now, it is unknown where the way out is, but one-third of the children have been injured and killed.

"Forget it, even if you beat him to death, Maodan and Tusheng would not be able to survive again." Zhang Songling walked forward, reached out to hold the reins of the Huang Pima, and pulled Zhao Tianlong away from Zheng Xiaobao and his mount. "This place is too close to the large Japanese troops, and the gunfire just now can easily attract them. With the help of horse thieves, they are much harder to deal with than yesterday."

For the Japanese, the arrival of this group of horse thieves was a timely help. With these cannon fodders that don’t have money, their lack of troops could be greatly alleviated. As long as these cannon fodders were spilled out in large quantities around the team, even if Zhao Tianlong and Zhang Songling were very capable, it would be difficult to approach the Japanese team quietly like last night. The second time they were caught off guard, the Japanese could even take the initiative to counterattack, first using cannon fodder to test their position, and then send a large group of troops to surround them. After all, the two sides were disparate. Even with the number of people, the Japanese could also kill Zhao Tianlong and Zhang Songling.

Zhao Tianlong also knew that this was not the time to hold Zheng Xiaobao accountable. He glared at the little guy fiercely and cursed loudly: "I will settle the score with you when I have time. Who else is injured? Come down and deal with it quickly and take advantage of the fact that the large horse thief's troops have not yet come."

The second half of the sentence was said to everyone present. The young and old men who had just died of terror were stunned and began to quickly check their bodies. Soon, three little guys' faces began to turn pale and trembled and slipped down from the saddle. Before the person could land, his body was so painful that he curled into a ball.

Zhang Songling rushed over, one by one, lifted them off the horse's back, looked at the wound, one was shot on the back, and two were injured on the shoulder. Fortunately, the bullets he was hit during his horse's escape, due to the long distance and speed offsetting each other, the bullets were not very deep into the flesh. Zhang Songling only took three minutes to pick them out with a dagger, then applied Jinchuang medicine, and carefully bandaged the wound.

After all this, the sound of horse hooves came faintly from afar. Everyone did not dare to fight. They tied the wounded to the saddle and quickly escaped before the pursuit arrived. After escaping for more than twenty miles in one breath, they stopped next to a small wood.

"It's not a way to escape like this." Zhao Tianlong pricked up his ears and listened to the movement behind him, while whispering to Zhang Songling. "If this continues, as long as the Japanese soldiers send a group of people to stare at us, the large army can continue to drive into the Lama ditch. Not to mention dragging them on the road for another two days, I'm afraid they can't even drag them over for a day."

"Yeah." Zhang Songling nodded slightly, his face full of solemnity. The sudden appearance of the horse thief team made the situation turn sharply. If he did not find a way to turn the situation around as soon as possible, in the subsequent battle, he, Zhao Tianlong and others became bystanders, anxious but could not help Red Beard.

But the two men, with seven and a half-year-old children, had less than one squad's troops. How could they deal with a group of experienced horse thieves? Even if he and Zhao Tianlong could do one to ten, when the horse thieves killed all the half-old children such as Zheng Xiaobao, they could still use their lives to kill them.

"I, I rode the big white horse to lead them away." Zheng Xiaobao felt guilty and was ready to sacrifice himself to fight for his companions to get away. "The big white horse is golden, and they will definitely be reluctant to let me ride in front of me after seeing it."

As he spoke, he was about to turn his horse's head. His body had just started to move, but Zhao Tianlong hugged it and pulled it back, "I'm not dead yet, it's not your turn." Then he pulled the reins of the yellow horse and turned around and left.

"You don't have to use this trick to lure the tiger away from the mountain." Zhang Songling quickly pulled Zhao Tianlong and grabbed him tightly, "Let me think about it again, don't worry."

While saying that, he quickly looked at the nearby terrain. After seeing the scale and general shape of the forest, a very risky idea quickly came to his mind, "Without, we won't leave, just kill the enemy here and shoot back. Brother Long, take Xiaobao and the uninjured one to ambush the corner of the forest. The others dismounted and followed me into the forest. After a while, the pursuers arrived. I shot and blocked them first. After they all got off the horse, Brother Long rushed forward with Xiaobao and chopped their heads with a big knife."

The same method was used on Huang Beard last month. Zhao Tianlong had seen the power of this plan, so he pulled Zheng Xiaobao and others to ambush the side of the forest without thinking. Zhang Songling took three injured boys into the woods, fearing that the pursuers would not see it, and he repeatedly stepped on the shrubs and weeds under his feet several times to create an obvious passage.

"I, each of us has only five bullets." An injured boy pulled Zhang Songling's shoulder and whispered that the guerrillas were living a poor life, and the teenagers were not the main force in the team, so the guns in each person were old and broken. There were only five bullets issued with the gun, and one had to be shot into the chamber, and they could not shoot continuously.

"Use mine." Zhang Songling contributed his two box cannons without hesitation and distributed them to two and a half-year-old children. When did the teenagers who took the gun use such "high-end" goods? They were so happy that they narrowed their eyes into a slit, and the tension in their hearts also eased a lot.

The young man who didn't receive the gun was named Xu Xiaoniu. He looked at Zhang Songling's 38th big gaze with a look of longing. In the end, Zhang Songling didn't dare to hand over the guy who was eating. After thinking about it, he whispered, "Come all the rifles, you are responsible for loading the bullets for me. I will defeat the horse thief and the Japanese. I will pick the captured gun first."

"Really." Xu Xiaoniu was overjoyed and asked with wide eyes.

"Is it necessary for me to lie to you?" Zhang Songling touched the other person's head, asked with a smile, and then turned his eyes to the two teenagers who were holding the box cannon. "The bullet is in the pocket under the saddle, you two are using it leisurely. Remember, wait until the enemy is close to fifty meters before firing, try not to fire continuously."

"I understand, thank you, thank you Brother Zhang." The two little guys thanked loudly and ran to get the bullet bag. Zhang Songling gently shook his head at their backs, turned around, and began to use the conditions at hand to set up various simple traps in the woods.

Several half-aged children had never officially participated in a battle and were very curious about Zhang Songling's arrangement. While helping around, they whispered to ask the reason for this arrangement. According to the knowledge he learned from Lao Gou and Uncle Mengshan and others, Zhang Songling patiently answered the children's questions one by one, which made Xu Xiaoniu and others more impressed him. The simple eyes were filled with stars without realizing it. "You are so amazing. I have never seen anyone else make such arrangements like this, and even Captain Lu doesn't know this."

The juvenile prairie was simple-minded and said whatever he thought of, without considering the misunderstandings that these words might cause. Zhang Songling was startled and waved his hand quickly and explained with a smile: "You Captain Lu has more clever methods and may not be able to look at my moves. Moreover, the situation faced by the guerrillas during the war is different from ours this time, so we cannot compare it casually."

"That's right." The young men blinked, not understanding, but were quietly muttering in their hearts, "I haven't seen Captain Lu use any tricks? If there is any, how could he see him teaching us like Brother Zhang during training?"

With the idea of ​​learning things, the teenagers worked very actively. Soon, a simple position with several tripping ropes and several fire points had been arranged. The teenagers dispersed according to Zhang Songling's requirements, each hiding in a fire point, holding long and short spears filled with bullets, waiting for the arrival of the counterattack moment.

The dew in the morning was very cool. When the wind blew, it kept falling from the treetops, making the clothes on people wet, damp and cold. This cool feeling made the teenagers very uncomfortable. They couldn't help but poke their heads and hoped. Why haven't the horse thieves chased after them? How many people are there? Are there Japanese Japanese in the back? Will they see that this is a trap?

The many questions made the teenagers feel upset. After seeing the movements outside the woods, they turned their heads and secretly observed Zhang Songling who had formulated specific tactics. However, they saw that the latter leaned behind a big tree with half-closed eyes, and the expression on his face was as peaceful as an old monk entering a meditation.

Such a steady attitude made the teenagers feel a little ashamed, and the panic in their hearts suddenly dissipated for half of them. In terms of age, Zhang Songling is actually not a few years older than them, but the gap between the two sides is as obvious as the moon and the stars. 'He has only fought wars and is more experienced than me. When I finish a few wars, I may not be worse than him.' The young man's competitive spirit quickly overwhelmed his ashamed. Looking at Zhang Songling's quiet face, the three young men clenched their fists quietly.

"Here, all units are ready." Just as the teenagers were secretly making up their minds, Zhang Songling suddenly opened his eyes and whispered a low order.
Chapter completed!