Chapter 8 Military Games (Seventh Middle School)

The bright sun suddenly jumped out from behind the morning glow, dressing up the grassland in a dazzling manner.

The yellow horse raised its front hooves and roared loudly. The white horse raised its prime minister and joined the prime minister. The spirit was flying. The iron-hoofed horse, Liaodong horse, and Mongolian horses responded with neighing. Accompanied by the autumn wind and the sunshine, pride and joy spread throughout the sky and the earth.

When the sound of horses gradually ended and the entire battle officially ended. The guerrillas killed three Japanese soldiers and twelve horse thieves at the cost of slightly injuring two people, seized nine war horses, four 38 guns, and one oriental sword. In addition, there were four old-fashioned water beads. I don’t know which country made two cavalry guns and several large machetes made the small guerrillas so happy that they couldn’t stop talking.

Especially the three teenagers who followed Zhang Songling, because they did not participate in the pursuit, they immediately picked up the spoils. Each of them had replaced the weapons with the used 38-gadges. They were held in their hands and aimed at the sight and then, and were full of ambition.

The three children remembered who led them to this victory. After exchanging the oriental swords that were untied from the Japanese commander, they played with for a while, then walked to Zhang Songling, held up the oriental swords that had been sheathed with both hands, and raised them over their eyebrows like Xian Hada.

"What are you doing?" Zhang Songling was stunned by the children's actions, and did not take the knife, and hesitated to ask.

"The Japanese official was killed by Brother Zhang." Xu Xiaoniu, who was the most clever man, blushed and explained, "This knife should belong to you."

"Let's keep it for Captain Zhao, I don't know how to use this thing." Feeling the children's simple kindness, Zhang Songling waved his hand with a smile. The Oriental sword is light and sharp, which is very suitable for chopping and slashing on horseback, but his riding skills are very average. Instead of showing off his ability to charge with a knife, it is better to snipe the enemies one by one with a rifle from afar.

"Then, that..." This was the first time Xu Xiaoniu took the initiative to give gifts to others. He couldn't tell whether Zhang Songling was pretending to be polite to everyone, or he refused sincerely, holding the Oriental Knife, at a loss.

Just as he was so anxious that he was scratching his gills, Zheng Xiaobao also rushed back with blood splashed everywhere on his body, but his face was full of proud smile. Seeing that Xu Xiaoniu and others had presented the Oriental Sword to outsiders without his consent, a shadow immediately appeared in his eyes, frowned, and reminded loudly: "Xiaoniu, bad eggs, what are you doing? How can you pick out all the best guns and carry them on your back? Have you forgotten the rules of our guerrillas?"

"You don't care." Xu Xiaoniu and others immediately turned around and glared at Zheng Xiaobao, "If you want to hand it to the public, we will hand it over yourself. There is no need for you to eat salty radish and worry about it."

"I'm just reminding you." Zheng Xiaobao was blushed and his neck was thick, but he gritted his teeth and held on his back. "All seizures must be handed over to the public. This is a rule that Captain Wang has emphasized many times. Don't think that you can do whatever you want when you go out."

"It's not that anyone is doing it. He insists on showing off his power and provoking the Japanese. As a result, he almost killed everyone."

"Hmph, with Captain Zhao here, there is no need for you to take care of our affairs."

Xu Xiaoniu and others fought back in a verbal way, and every sentence was stuck in Zheng Xiaobao's heart.

"I, I want to do Captain Wang and the others a favor." Zheng Xiaobao was poked and felt ashamed, and his eyes quickly turned into two rotten peaches, and tears rolled back and forth in his eyes. "At the beginning, you, you guys agreed, because, why did you make mistakes, push them all on me alone, I, I..."

Seeing that he was about to cry on the spot, Zhang Songling quickly smiled and smoothed out the situation for everyone, "I don't want this oriental knife. Should I hand over it or keep it for Captain Zhao, it's up to him to decide for him. As for these 38 guns..."

After deliberately pausing, he added with a smile, "Whoever picks it up from the battlefield will give it to anyone first. We will continue to cause trouble for the Japanese in the future. It is not possible to use a few handy weapons."

"Brother Zhang is right."

"Brother Zhang is wise."

After hearing Zhang Songling's proposal to let him keep the seized 38 rifle first, Xu Xiaoniu and others cheered excitedly, completely ignoring that the other party was an outsider and had no right to interfere in the internal affairs of the guerrillas.

Zheng Xiaobao's eyes were ignorant by the cheers, and he felt more and more that Fatty Zhang was unable to get along with him everywhere, but he could not deny that in the clean and neat victory just now, Fatty Zhang's role exceeded all the guerrillas, including himself. He glared at Xu Xiaoniu and others who were turning their elbows out, and turned the horse's head with force.

The big white horse in the East was treated so harshly by Zhang Songling, and immediately stood alone with a cry of wretchedness. Zheng Xiaobao was caught off guard and was directly lifted off the saddle, and fell into a starlight look.

"Hahahaha..." Xu Xiaoniu and others had long disliked Zheng Xiaobao and had never had the chance to teach him a lesson. At this moment, seeing him rolling down from the saddle, not only did they not come forward to help, but instead bent down and pointed at his body and smiled constantly.

In the laughter, Zheng Xiaobao's eyes began to turn red, and the last touch of reason disappeared. He rolled up from the ground, grabbed Xu Xiaoniu's rifle, and quickly turned the muzzle to the Eastern White Horse, "What are you going to do?" Zhang Songling quickly grabbed the barrel of the gun, lifted it up suddenly, and then knocked Zheng Xiaobao over half a foot away with his back. "A man, do you want to exhale the mute animal? What kind of fire is there to come directly at me. Is it better to compare marksmanship or wrestling? You can choose whatever you want."

"You, you..." Zheng Xiaobao took a lot of effort to get up from the ground, pointing at Zhang Songling, and his whole body trembled. When he picked the words to the point of enlightenment, he suddenly realized what a wrong choice he had made. Compared with the marksmanship, the opponent almost shot perfectly within two hundred meters, but he could not even guarantee the target within one hundred meters to hit the gun; compared with the wrestling, the opponent could not even dare to go on stage, but he might not even win Xu Xiaoniu. Compared with the wisdom, the opponent used a random move, which would make the pursuers defeated. He was chased by several horse thieves in the early morning and did not even have the chance to turn around and shoot. The gap between them could be seen by anyone with eyes could see why he had done before and what could he do to challenge him.

Compared with the two, the only one who has the advantage may be age. After all, Fatty Zhang looks three or four years older than him. He cannot bully others by relying on the National People's Congress. Thinking of this, Zheng Xiaobao's tears could no longer be controlled. He pointed at Zhang Songling, Xu Xiaoniu and others and cried loudly, "You, you bully me, you guys bully me together, wuwu, wuwu..."

"If you want to cry, find a place to cry. Don't embarrass your father here." Zhao Tianlong had already rushed over. Seeing that Zheng Xiaobao became more and more disgusting, he couldn't help but frown and silence.

It’s strange that Zheng Xiaobao didn’t accept Zhang Songling, but he was so impressed by Zhao Tianlong that he was overwhelmed. When he heard the angry rebuke of Ruyunlong, his tears immediately stopped like a twisting gate, and his crying stopped abruptly, "Master, Master, I..."

"When I have time, I will see how I deal with you." Zhao Tianlong glared at the little guy in disgust, whispered a threat, turned his head to face Zhang Songling, and changed his smile, "Don't be as good as him. Captain Zheng has only such a single seedling. He is so spoiled. When he gets home, someone will naturally loosen his muscles and bones."

"What's so angry about me and a child?" Zhang Songling smiled and shook his head slightly. In the spy regiment, no of his veterans were more difficult to deal with than Zheng Xiaobao. But in the end, everyone still followed him as the deputy company commander to kill the Japanese. Do you want to be a human being? Sometimes you have to be more generous. If you care about everything, just dealing with each other's relationship will fill up all the time during the day. How could you still have the heart to do serious things?

"Just not be angry." Zhao Tianlong jumped off his mount, pulled up a coat from the corpse on the ground, and wiped his wide-blade machete hard. "I just deliberately put a few people back and reported the message to the old Japanese devils Fujita to let him know that we have more helpers. After seeing that he received the news, should he continue to rush to the Lamagou, or stop the team of people and concentrate on dealing with us."

"I guess the horse thieves won't tell the truth to him, and neither will the Japanese." Zhang Songling smiled and nodded slightly. If the defeated soldiers deliberately exaggerate their strength in order to avoid the blame after running back, it would be a good thing. At least, the Japanese have to reconsider their backs and wings, and dare not walk towards the Lamagou with a swagger.

"It's better not to brag too much about the number of people here." Xu Xiaoniu thought for a while and interrupted excitedly, "The old Japanese will continue to send small troops to wipe out us. We will kill one of them, and two of them will kill two of them. It will be a little bit like a mouse gnawing on wood, and it won't take long..."

"Do you think others are fools." Zhao Tianlong patted his head and interrupted with a smile, "I just want to think about beautiful things. If the Japanese devils were as stupid as you said, they would not have conquered most of China in a year."

"I just thought so." Xu Xiaoniu gently stuck out his tongue and added with a smile, "How to hit it specifically, it's up to you and Brother Zhang."

"I'm only suitable to take the lead in charge." Zhao Tianlong shook his head gently, and his eyes were full of trust when he looked at Zhang Songling, "It's up to you, Brother Zhang, who knows how to fight more than me."
Chapter completed!