Chapter 3 Storm (Seventh Part)

"Haha..." Lao Scar smiled and shrugged, and stopped talking. As the most famous black market boss and intelligence dealer on the grassland outside the border, he had a price tag in his mind. The so-called country and nation are just slightly higher than other goods. As long as the buyer can afford the ocean, he doesn't care about selling it once or twice.

Besides, for a famous horse thief like Zhao Tianlong, what does it have to do with you? The Japanese and the National Government are fighting in the south, and no one has the energy to carefully manage the affairs on the grassland, so that you can live a happy life. Once the National Government really fights back one day and expels the Japanese, I am afraid that the next action plan is to suppress bandits. Then Zhao Tianlong will talk about how you are worthy of the country and will the country allow you to continue to be free and easy.

If both sides are not talking about speculation, the transaction will naturally not be able to continue. Zhao Tianlong's eyes turned secretly and simply provoked him, "Uncle Scar, you have already surrendered to the Japanese devils, that's my fault. You should find out the situation before coming to you. I'll cause trouble for you. Brother Zhang, we have to leave quickly. Maybe the Japanese devils' pursuers are already on the way."

After saying that, he pulled Zhang Songling's arm and was about to leave, "Stop it." Lao Scar jumped up, and the scar on his forehead was red, squirming back and forth like a living large earthworm. "Little bastard, what did you say just now, I have the kind of saying it again to me, you, you, you..."

Pointing to Zhao Tianlong's nose, he was so angry that he couldn't say the complete words, but Zhao Tianlong had no sense of respecting the old man. He stretched out his big slap and patted the old man's finger, and continued to sneer: "Hehe, I just guessed it casually. Is it okay if I guess wrong? Besides, you are not accepting or not. I know in your heart, why are you doing so anxious? OK, I won't chat with you, so I will quickly settle the account to me. Brother Zhang and I can also go to find someone else to inquire about the Japanese convoy."

"Besides me, I don't believe anyone else knows the news about the Japanese Transportation Team." Lao Scar was so angry that he opened his teeth and wanted to swallow Zhao Tianlong alive. "Stop it, I will show you the route of the convoy now. If you accidentally die at the hands of the Japanese escort, remember to explain to your master when you go there, don't tell him that I have not persuaded you in advance."

"How can I do it? Uncle Fourth cares about us juniors the most." Zhao Tianlong's plan succeeded and immediately turned anger into joy, held Lao Scar's shoulder, and gently beat him on the back with his hands.

"Little ungrateful wolf, please don't flatter me." Lao Scar flashed and shook him away, walked quickly to the cabinet, lifted the cover, bent down and took out a large piece of white paper from it, and slapped it hard on the table in the middle of the room, "Bang."

After a crisp sound, he suddenly calmed down again, looked at Zhao Tianlong, and cursed, "You little bastard who was suffering from plague, a little ungrateful wolf, now your wings are hard, and even I dare to fool you. Get out of here immediately. Whoever you like to find, and never come again. Wuen, stop killing the sheep. The guests are angry these days and cannot be seen as greasy."

"How is that possible? My throat is almost clear water coming out. Wu An, hurry up and kill the sheep into the pot. I've been hungry all day long, waiting for Uncle Scar's house to eat." Zhao Tianlong also raised his voice, smiled and shouted outside. After shouting, he turned his head and bowed to Uncle Scar's again, "Don't swallow the words you said again. That would ruin your reputation. It's hundreds of miles in a radius. Who doesn't know that Uncle Scar's most informed and righteous, don't be angry, don't be angry, please sit down and relieve the fire first. The mutton is cooked later. Can't I pour wine for you? "

"I just don't count. What else can you do to me?" Lao Scar gasped, grabbed a pencil, and threw it into Zhao Tianlong's arms hatefully. "I said, you draw it yourself, just say it once, and you can remember how much you can remember based on your ability. I am unhappy today and don't want to serve you, a heartless little bastard."

"Okay, okay, you always talk, I'll do it." Zhao Tianlong smiled and picked up the pen and said with a look of washing his ears. Zhang Songling was afraid that Zhao Tianlong would be too busy alone, so he quickly came to the table and grabbed another pencil. Lao Scar glared at them fiercely. His voice suddenly lowered and he sang like a dream: "A penny, you get what you pay, you are not deceived, you are unintentional, listen with your heart, and the host and guest will do whatever they want, turn around, and go out of this door has nothing to do with me..."

After a pause, he turned the chant into a narrative: "I heard that there is a large convoy of cars this month's 23rd lunar calendar, that is, the day after tomorrow, it will start from Heishizhai. There are a total of fourteen to fifteen large rubber wheel trucks drawn by three horses. I don't know what it is, but it is said that each car is full of loads, each car has two handlebars, and takes turns to catch the car. In addition to the handlebars, there is also a small team of cavalry responsible for escorting it. It is not clear whether it is a Japanese soldier or a good player drawn from the security team."

'This is too much,' Zhang Songling took a deep breath of air conditioning. The size of a small team of cavalry was about thirteen people. In addition, there were nearly thirty handlebars. The total enemy's total strength had exceeded one platoon, but he was the only one who was himself and Zhao Tianlong. No matter how he calculated, the strength comparison was a bit too great.

While hesitating, he heard Lao Chuang continue to murmur in his dreams: "I heard that this convoy must first go to Chifeng, and then gather with other convoys from other places to send them to Manchukuo. The general path from Heishizhai to Chifeng is the front flag, Sankeshu, Yinmachuan, Xiaogugu, Sifendi..."

Every place name is very strange and difficult to remember. Zhang Songling stopped writing and looked down at Zhao Tianlong. He saw Zhao Tianlong wave and swinging and recording all the place names without falling. While recording, he could also draw a few marks on the lower half of the white paper. Soon, a simple path map marked with the place name appeared clearly in front of the three people.

"Little bastard, I actually remember how to write. I thought you've known to touch the gun over the years." Lao Scar grabbed the map he had just drawn, checked it carefully, and then knocked on the regular script on the paper, and praised it with a smile.

"Aren't these abilities all taught by you back then?" Zhao Tianlong smiled and took back the map, put it away, and at the same time he did not forget to flatter Lao Scar.

"I can't be the master of Luyunlong." Lao Chai was still angry in his heart, and of course he wouldn't be too polite in his mouth. "If you lose your hand, remember to shoot yourself. Don't fall into the hands of the Japanese. The iron-killed man was caught by them, and it would not last for three days."

"Thank you for your reminder, "Zhao Tianlong continued to smile, "The money for selling guns..."

"You are indispensable." Lao Scar kicked over and cursed loudly, "Even I can't believe it, even I can't believe it. I will give you the money now. After you count it clearly, get out of here. I won't feed you the mutton, jujube, and jujube, and let you cook tea. Where did you go to chop firewood?"

"Here, come, it's going to be fine soon." A panicked female voice rang out from outside the felt bag. The door was pushed open. A twelve or thirteen-year-old Mongolian girl walked in quickly with a steaming big copper pot.

"Take three new copper bowls, boil them in boiling water and then deliver them. The guests come from their mouths. They love to be clean and ruthless!" Lao Scar looked at Zhang Songling and gave a loud command.

Of course, Zhang Songling could hear the smell of gambling in his words, so he quickly apologized again, "Fourth Uncle, don't be angry, I was really tired and distracted just now, you old..."

"You want to be at ease, and I want to be at ease." Lao Scar waved his hand and insisted on disinfecting all the tableware with boiling water, and then invited two juniors to sit for tea.

Mongolian milk tea was cooked with fresh milk and tea bricks, with a little salt in it. Although the taste was a little weird, it was very quenching thirst. Zhang Songling drank three big bowls in a row, and the feeling of fatigue on his body was wiped out. Just as he was about to say a few compliments to Lao Chuang, the felt bag door was pushed open again. Wuen and Zaozhi walked in with a whole cooked sheep.

"I'll cut it." Zhao Tianlong diligently snatched the knife from Wu'en's hand, cut off the meat from the skull of the sheep, put it on a plate, and held it with both hands to Lao Scar.

This is a traditional etiquette on the grassland, which expresses respect for the elders. Lao Chuang glanced at him, took the mutton with satisfaction, then smiled and grabbed the knife, cut off a piece of tender meat from one-third of the back of the sheep's spine, and put it on the copper plate in front of Zhang Songling with a smile.

After receiving Zhao Tianlong's hint, Zhang Songling stretched out his hands to take it, but did not dare to taste it immediately. After Lao Chuang took the first bite, he cut off a small piece of the mutton with the knife in front of him and slowly put it into his mouth.

The tender lamb melted in the mouth, with thick juice, rolled across the throat and esophagus, making the internal organs feel uncomfortable. The host and the guest raised glasses to each other, ate and chatted. Soon, the atmosphere in the felt bag returned to its original harmony.

After drinking and eating, there were also clear bird songs outside. Zhao Tianlong winked at Zhang Songling, stood up to thank Uncle Scar and Fu, and then took the ocean that had been exchanged for a gun and left hurriedly before the dawn.

Lao Scar took Wu'en and sent them out five miles away. Before leaving, he repeatedly told Zhao Tianlong not to take risks easily. When the two men and seven war horses went away, he shook his head and lowered his voice to Wu'en's order, "Go, ride the fire dragon horse to Heishizhai to find Captain Yan, tell him that the news he wants to know, I have asked him clearly. This time I want to pay the bill for cash. If he sincerely wants to do business, he will send it to me along with the money he owed me last time. Hurry up the time. If you dare to play on the road, be careful with your skin."
Chapter completed!