Chapter 3 Zongheng (Three Parts)

After spending the horse for most of the month, Zhang Songling was exhausted. When he heard the Red Beard ordering him to take the time to rest, he immediately thanked him, and found a temporary tent set up by someone else and crawled in, then fell asleep.

This sleep was fragrant and long. It was not until the next day that the sun was three o'clock that it was awakened by the sporadic gunshots outside. With the instinct developed by the 26th Route Army, Zhang Songling reached out to take out the box cannon from under the pillow, climbed up with a wheel, and half of his body had already rushed out of the tent. Then he suddenly saw that there seemed to be two other people standing in the tent. He turned around and asked loudly: "What's going on? Where are you shooting?! Captain Wang has started fighting with the gangster."

"Captain Zhao is leading the cavalry to test the enemy's weaknesses and reality. Before he could fight with them, Captain Wang saw that you were sleeping soundly, so he didn't wake you up." One of the people in the tent was named Zheng Xiaobao. He had followed Zhang Songling to harass the Japanese convoy. He had long admired the sharpshooter in front of him, who was not much older than him. He was anxious to hear Zhang Songling's question and immediately said what he knew like a bamboo tube pouring beans.

The other person was Lao Yu from the Military Control Bureau. He glanced at Zhang Songling and said with a lip, "You have fought the battle of Niangziguan. You actually slept so heavily. The gun had been firing for a long time. If the enemy came up, you would have become a prisoner."

"Hehe, I'm confused when I sleep." Zhang Songling smiled and explained embarrassedly that it was the first time he had slept so heavily since his wife was separated from the old army, as if he had returned to his carefree youth, and he wouldn't even have a nightmare.

"Captain Wang said, Captain Zhang, your task during the day is to sleep." Seeing that his idol was despised by outsiders, Zheng Xiaobao immediately jumped out to defend Zhang Songling, "Besides, with my father and Captain Zhao, the enemy would not be so easy to break into the camp."

"There are many people who have been attacked by the Japanese in their sleep, and they are all confident beforehand." Lao Yu shrugged and continued to gesture to the radio station beside him.

"You!" Zheng Xiaobao was furious, but he could not be too rude to the guests. He stared at Lao Yu with his eyes wide open, and his chest was up and down.

"Brother Yu is right." Zhang Songling inserted the box cannon back to his waist and reached out to slap Zheng Xiaobao. "The Japanese are indeed very good at seizing opportunities. When they were at the Niangzi Pass, the leader Chen and the Japanese took advantage of the Japanese because they were too tired and had no precautions."

What he said was that the commander of the Eighth Route Army said heavily that the Japanese were scolded by the Japanese during the day, but at night they were touched into the command center by the Japanese. Not only did Zheng Xiaobao not hear about it, but the Military Command Lao Yu also heard it for the first time. However, when both of them were attracted by their interests, Zhang Songling suddenly realized that it was not very suitable to use this battle as an example at this moment. He smiled, turned back to the tent, and looked down to find another box cannon, bullet bags, daggers and other fragments that he had untied before going to bed.

"Captain Wang, Captain Wang said you just came back from outside and didn't know much about the situation. Let me." Seeing Zhang Songling slowly packing up his luggage, Zheng Xiaobao scratched his head and said loudly, "Let me come and follow you. No matter what you need help, you can arrange for me to do it."

"There is no place to help, just do whatever you should do." Zhang Songling got up too quickly just now, and was a little confused. He shook his head and responded casually.

"Captain Wang asked me to follow you in the future." Zheng Xiaobao emphasized again, with a little anxiety in his voice.

"Follow me, why do you follow me?" Zhang Songling looked at him in surprise and asked in a low voice. Then, he remembered that he was now the chief recruit of the guerrillas. Zheng Xiaobao once asked him to learn how to shoot. The master stayed in the quilt and refused to get up. Of course, the apprentice could not leave the master alone and ran to the front to watch the fun.

"You go to the front to cheer for Captain Zhao." After understanding the reason why Zheng Xiaobao was anxious, Zhang Songling smiled and ordered, "Let's learn from Captain Zhao how to command the cavalry."

"Oh." Zheng Xiaobao agreed, turned around and ran away. He had just rushed out more than ten steps, but suddenly stopped his body, turned his face, and asked in a vain, "You, can't you go over, go and cheer for Captain Zhao?"

"I'll clean up and go immediately." Zhang Songling smiled and waved his hand, indicating that Zheng Xiaobao didn't have to wait for him, and then checked himself all over again, and smiled and sent an invitation to Lao Yu, "Are you going to watch the fun together? Or have another task here?"

"I have already contacted the city, and there are no new tasks for the time being!" Lao Yu from the Military Affairs Bureau stretched and followed Zhang Songling to the outside of the tent. "It's just a battle of a hundred people. What's the point? It's not the first time you've been on the battlefield."

Although he was speaking coldly, he followed Zhang Songling to the hillside. Along a distance, he saw Zhao Tianlong riding a yellow horse, carrying a horn made of iron, and roaring at the enemy in the area between the two armies, "Is the master's wife taught me to shoot me? I haven't even scratched my hair after fighting for so long. Go back home and go out to herd sheep. Just be sure to come out and make a fuss, it's not embarrassing enough."

Such arrogant actions made the traitors under the Duke of Zhenguo furious, and they all took their rifles, rode their rifles, and kept pulling the trigger at the Huang Pi horse.

It’s a pity that their marksmanship is limited, and Zhao Tianlong’s deliberately kept it from them at a straight line distance of 400 meters. The whistling bullets only made a stream of blue smoke on the grass in front of Huang Pima, but they couldn’t do anything to Zhao Tianlong at all.

Seeing that the traitors performed so poorly, the cavalrymen who were slowly moving in a loose queue in front of the guerrillas also opened their voices and provoked loudly, "Hey, the guy on the other side, will you fire your gun? If you don't know, don't waste bullets. Take the gun over and I'll give you some good advice."

"Hey, I learned the shooting skills from my master's wife. Don't be embarrassed. Go home and shed sheep. It will snow soon."

"Hey, haven't eaten in the morning? I can't even hold the gun."

The arrogant shouts accompanied by the messy gunshots were rising and falling under the Heishizhai City. Zhou Heitan's troops, who were watching the battle on the top of the city, heard the excitement and soon joined in at the top of the city. "Hey, man, you're so inferior. You'll just show up in these two moments. Get home early to carry the child."

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha." The laughter rang from inside to outside the city, and it continued.

"The crowd." Lao Yu of the Military Intelligence Bureau was one of the few people who had no smile on his face. He curled his lips and whispered, "This is not a war. It's just a child's house, if it's placed in the pass."

"The situation here is different from the inner gate." Zhang Songling couldn't stand the arrogance of this person and interrupted in a low voice. For him, who had experienced the battle of the large corps, the fighting style in front of him was indeed a bit like a child playing house. The actions of both sides of the war were too ridiculous, including the Luyunlong who showed off his riding skills in front of the enemy.

However, the actual situation on the grassland is very different from that in the pass. Whether from the perspective of the military input of both sides or from the perspective of logistics supply, the grassland cannot support large-scale battles in the pass that often exceed 100,000 people. The weapons equipment standards of both sides in the pass are far from the same as the regular troops of both sides in the pass.

In other words, the Japanese outside the pass and the traitors and the Japanese inside the pass can only be considered third-rate among the third-rates. The current situation of the guerrillas is not as strong as the horses. The enemy and us are both inferior and inferior, and they are equal in power. No matter how bizarre tricks they use, they are considered as acting within their power. There is nothing to be a big fuss, let alone sarcastic about the appearance of a military master.

"That's true." After a soft nail was touched by Zhang Songling, Lao Yu's attitude was slightly straightened. He put away the proud look on his face and looked closely. He saw Zhao Tianlong carrying an iron trumpet and walking in two circles in front of the rapist team. He suddenly dropped the iron trumpet, and rode one by one from horizontal and one by one, heading straight to the Duke of Zhenguo who was smoking from seven orifices.

"Kill." More than 30 other cavalrymen squeezed the horse's belly hard at the same time, followed Zhao Tianlong's back, forming a sparse blade-shaped team, and stabbed them hard at the center of the traitor team.

"Table, Ping, Ping." The traitors under the Duke of Zhenguo fired in panic, but they still had the effect of talking. Zhao Tianlong and others rushed too fast and too fast. The traitors were taught a lesson by Zhao Tianlong and Zhou Heitan more than a month ago. They were still scared and had no courage to stare at the people on Huang Pi's back, let alone keep their guns in a steady manner.

In a blink of an eye, Zhao Tianlong and his cavalry rushed out more than 100 meters and continued to accelerate. However, most of the Mongolian private soldiers on the opposite side emptied the bullets in their guns in panic, and they had no time to reload them. They pulled the reins of the war horse and kept squeezing the wings of the team, for fear that they would be hit head-on by the rushing Yunlong, who had already rushed to speed, and became the ghost under the opponent's sword.

"Machine gun, machine gun, stop him and stop them!" Duke Baolige of Zhenguo was so scared that he broke out in cold sweat. He opened his throat and ordered the machine gunner to fire and stop it quickly.

"Dadadada, dadadada" Two light machine gunners in front of the rapist team pulled the trigger and fired a string of bullets at Zhao Tianlong and others. A guerrilla was hit by a bullet and several blood flowers appeared in the chest. Other guerrillas quickly came to the stirrup like Zhao Tianlong, and hid in the stirrup with their skillful riding skills. With their skillful riding skills, they increased the difficulty of aiming by the enemy machine gunners, making the opponent unable to continue to expand their results.

Two more war horses were shot, and they knelt down with their knees and threw their master away. The traitors under the Duke of Zhenguo Baolige laughed and pointed at the injured guerrillas. Their pride lasted only less than five seconds. Soon, Maxim and the kidnappers in the guerrillas roared, "Dangdang, Dangdang, Dangdang", several precise shots, sending all the striking gunmen in front of the robbers to the West, (Note 1)

"Dangdang, Dangdang, Dangdang" Maxim, who had just changed the barrel, spit out a long tongue of flames and licked into the gangsters' robbers. Baolige and the gangsters under his command were immediately stunned, leaving behind more than a dozen corpses, and ran away with their heads in their arms.

Seeing this, Junji Fujita, who had just experienced a big defeat, he only had three light machine guns left in his hand. In terms of fire density and machine gun range, he was far inferior to the guerrillas' combination of Maxi and Killer. He had just shot two magazines and was so pressed that he could no longer hit the continuous rhythm. Even the Japanese in the team suffered the disaster. Maxi swept off his mount one after another, lying in a pool of blood and wailed loudly.

"Send a signal to Whitebeard and ask him to support Baolige quickly." Junji Fujita jumped off his mount before becoming Maxim's target and lay on the ground and shouted loudly.

Several signal flares flew into the sky and drew strange traces. Junji Fujita made a big gift to hire the White Russian bandits, carrying light and heavy weapons, quickly moved to the left wing of the battlefield. Before they could move into place, two shrill screams suddenly sounded from the small hillside, followed by two violent explosions, "Boom." "Boom."

Dust and smoke rolled, and flesh and blood flew everywhere. The fastest-running white bandits were sent directly to the sky by mortar shells, turning into incomplete corpses.

"Cannon, red beard has cannons." The knowledgeable White Russian bandits exclaimed loudly, and they no longer dared to move closer to the Baolige tribe, and they retreated toward the way they came.

"Swoosh." "Swoosh." There were two terrifying roars, and the shells smashed into the White Russian bandits with visible trajectories, bringing up more corpses.

The excellent range and huge power of the Type 97 infantry cannon were fully demonstrated in the hands of Red Beard. The White Russian bandits who were in charge of the cannon did not care about the life and death of the gangsters and the Japanese. They all jumped off their mounts and lay down on their spot.

Just when they were in a mess, Zhao Tianlong and a row of guerrillas rushed into the robber team. With the steel knife in his hand, he pulled up several bloody heads with the speed of horses.

"Ah,." The Mongolian puppet army, who had not been cut down, was forced to fight, but their courage was lost and their formation was in chaos. They were cut down one by one by one by the guerrillas, and their mounts were overturned.

"Don't fight, keep up, keep up." Zhao Tianlong cut off a Mongolian puppet army from behind and opened his throat to shout his orders. In order to avoid becoming a target for machine guns, when launching a charge, he and his soldiers maintained their evacuation formation as much as possible. This ancient cavalry attack formation can effectively reduce the accuracy of enemy machine guns, but it also greatly affects its own attack power. After getting rid of the threat of machine guns, adjustments need to be made as soon as possible.

"Follow Captain Zhao, follow Captain Zhao." According to the usual training requirements, the cavalry gave up chasing their opponents and moved decisively towards Zhao Tianlong. Although their movements were a little unfamiliar, they would never drag on the mud. Soon, their war horses gathered together, with the yellow horse as the core, forming a high-speed moving knife wall. Wherever they passed, they were divided into pieces (Note 2)

Note 1: The Japanese heavy machine gun was used by the Japanese during World War II because of its strange shape. It was called the crooked machine gun, along with the crooked machine gun, and was widely used by the Japanese and Chinese guerrillas.
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