Chapter 4 Brothers (110)

The Japanese were stunned by the magnificent scene in front of them and the desolate singing in their ears. For a moment, they forgot to continue shooting at Zhao Tianlong. They watched him turn around the yellow horse and sway. They finally came to their senses until his back left the range of the machine gun. They pointed at the river surface awkwardly and shouted, "Fish, fish, so many fish. There is still living water under the river. I don't know if the ice surface is strong enough."

"Who was the person who threw the grenade just now?" Mitsui's kusa Nakasa's thinking was always different from that of others. He pulled Sakai Takamyung, who followed everyone and asked sternly.

"Yes, it's the Imperial Dragon, that's the thief named Zhao Tianlong on the wanted order. He is now the small leader of the Eighth Route Army guerrillas." Sakai Gaoming did not dare to hide it and revealed the information he knew. Before, Mitsui Yukiki deliberately made the opposite choice when he was picking up the target to kill him, which made him feel very nervous, fearing that the other party would find that he deliberately chose another group of opponents because he saw that the hoof seal left on the snow of the Oriental Horse was different from the local horse.

This is because Sakai Gaoming himself was too concerned. The reason why Mitsui Kiriki deliberately did not choose the same opponent as him was because she did not believe in his luck, not because she did not believe in his loyalty. After all, the nickname of the waste Sakai was not called for nothing. Mitsui Nakasa had a great future, so she did not want to be like her ex, dragged down by the bad luck of this waste, so she could not even keep her nest. She was summoned by the Kanto Army headquarters for treatment less than half a month after taking office.

Compared to Sakai's brilliant guidance, Mitsui Kiriki believed in his experience more. "Well, the one who holds the Walter pistol must have a higher official title than Zhao Tianlong. Otherwise, the one who stayed to demonstrate to me just now would not be Zhao Tianlong." He pointed to the other side with his hand, and his voice suddenly increased, "Kobayashi, you drive me to the front position. Let's open the way for everyone. If the ice surface is not strong, I will be the first to fall into the river."

"Yes." The driver Kobayashi agreed and slowly began to shift gears and accelerate. Seeing this, the drivers of the other four cars quickly stepped on the accelerator, drove the car crookedly, and rushed into the river before Mitsui Orange Tree.

Even if the Japanese soldier was disrespectful, he would not dare to let his boss go to the ice hole for him. What's more, Mitsui Nakasa was famously ruthless and petty. At this moment, several veterans who had experience in fighting on the snowfields in the northeast jumped out of the carriage and ran quickly to the front of the entire convoy. He used his hands and feet to push the snow away and judged the thickness of the ice based on the color on the ice. Other soldiers jumped to the car one after another and pushed the buttocks with their hands to prevent the tires that had wrapped the chains from still not having enough friction, causing the car to slip on the ice.

Facts have proved that their work is purely a superfluous way. Almost all the rivers on the grassland are seasonal rivers. No matter how abundant the water is during the flood season, the flow rate and flow rate are pitifully small. They were blown by the cold wind that was enough to freeze to death for several months. The ice shell on the river surface was three feet thick. Not only was the empty-loaded car unable to crush the ice surface, but even if everyone jumped into the car, they could not do anything to the ice surface.

Because they did not understand the hydrological conditions on the grassland, in order to safely pass through this narrow river, the Japanese spent half an hour less than the guerrillas. However, after safely crossing the river, the advantages of the semi-mechanized troops were quickly taken to the extreme by them. They continued to chase the horse's hooves on the snow. After more than half an hour, they bit the guerrillas' tail again below the two tall snow hills.

The ground under the wheel suddenly became very soft, which seriously affected the speed of the car, but also affected the Eighth Route Cavalry in front of them and immediately entered the desert. If the guerrillas could not be stopped before dark, the cold wind in the desert at night might be frozen by the snow-covered dunes at the same time. If the strong wind blows from God, it would be even more dangerous. The overwhelming sand would not matter which one was Chinese or which one was Japanese. For millions of years, they had only one way to deal with any creature that broke into their territory. They would blow it down with cold wind, cover it with sand, and cover it until the other party could not breathe, and completely turned into mummies under the dunes.

"Machine gun." Mitsui Kiriki was unwilling to continue this boring pursuit. He pointed to the back that looked like an officer in front of him and ordered loudly, "Concentrate the firepower and stop him. Driver, I don't believe it. Their horses are stronger than the military vehicles of the Great Japanese Empire."

"Hiyi." The machine gunner and the driver agreed loudly, and at the same time tried their best. With the roar of the motor, the machine gun bullets pulled out a long red trajectory, passing through five or six hundred meters of space, causing snow spray to splash around the guerrillas.

Da Zhou turned around and returned a shuttle, but because the distance was too far, he could not get any effect. Other guerrillas turned around on the horse's back and aimed at the Japanese car to fire. However, the precise range of the official rifle was short, and the mount under his crotch was too bumpy, and their bullets fell into the air, failing to cause any casualties to the Japanese.

"You go, I'll leave to block the attack." Seeing that the situation became more and more critical, the machine gunner Da Zhou turned around and rushed to a sand dune closest to him. Before everyone could scream, he had already pounced off the horse's back, put the machine gun on the snow at the top of the dune, and pointed the Japanese car chasing the front and pulled the trigger again.

The "Dangdang Dangdang" bullets landed on the iron shell on the front side of the car, splashing countless sparks. The car roaring forward suddenly shook and slowly stopped. The machine gunner Da Zhou did not hesitate and was another shuttle bullet under the cockpit of the car. Several balls of flames rose from the oil-splied engine, quickly turning the entire car into a huge fireball.

The Japanese soldiers in the car did not want to be burned to death. They held the rifle and machine gun, and jumped into the car in panic. The machine gunners in several other cars did not care about chasing Zhao Tianlong, Lu Feng and others, and turned their guns one after another, trying to suppress the machine guns on the dunes with their superior firepower. The machine gunner Da Zhou had no intention of competing with the Japanese. They turned the guns and quickly aimed at another car. After firing a few points, they hit the front of the car with thick smoke.

"Fire the cannon, Xiaolu Nosuke, why don't you fire the cannon?" Mitsui Kiriki was furious and commanded the Japanese soldiers to put out the fire while shouting loudly.

"Hiyi." The artillery soldier Cao Xiaolu Nosuke, who was named, responded loudly and set up the 97th infantry cannon with the help of two other Japanese soldiers. "Swoosh,,,,,,,,,,,." Three shells broke out from the muzzle one after another and smashed on the sand dune three hundred meters away, blew up the sky.

The shooting of the Czech machine gun stopped abruptly, and the anxious Japanese cheered loudly. However, before their cheers could fall, another guerrilla figure stood up from the place where Dazhou fell, hugged the light machine gun with both hands, and spit out a string of fire snakes at the laughing beasts.

"Dada, dadada, dada, dadada" With a bright rhythm, bullets flew out of the sand and dust, killing the Japanese soldiers.

The Japanese machine gunners hiding behind the carriage were concentrated on fire to launch a counterattack. Countless fire snakes flew across the air alternately, hitting the guerrillas, like a steel giant. This man looked down on the bullets flying towards him and continued to hold the Czech style to play the melody of life and death, "Da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da

With the wind, sand, snow, and drunken sunset, he played with his heart, "Da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da

That unrhymeless music remained in the desert forever, and until decades later, travelers still vaguely heard its melody.

With the time the machine gunner Da Zhou and another robes exchanged for their lives, Zhao Tianlong and others ran four or five miles away. The sun had already set behind the sand dunes. The sunset shone with thousands of tassels, setting the endless snow-covered desert, dressed in bright red and purple colors, which was particularly enchanting.

Looking back at the sunset in the desert, the guerrilla captain Lu Feng pointed to a snowy area that looked particularly flat and smooth more than a hundred meters away in the left front. He gritted his teeth and ordered, "Go over there, the Japanese are about to catch up again. If they are not injured today, if they are not injured, everyone will have to put them in the desert."

"Yes." Zhao Tianlong and others agreed in a silence, jumped off their mounts, and gently pulled the reins of the war horse.

The war horses who are familiar with human nature sniffled uneasily, fought with four hooves, and were reluctant to move forward. They did not want to walk towards the excessively flat snow. Although they did not know what dangers were hidden under the snow, the surface of normal deserts was generally water-shaped. Only the surface of swamps and salt lakes would be so flat, flat and smooth as a piece of silk, with no wrinkles in a few miles.

However, the owner who was pulling the reins had made up his mind and refused to pay attention to the mount's prayer. He stepped on the snow step by step and walked towards the established target. The horribly terrified mount could not resist his master, so he had to stagger forward. The worn-out horse hooves stepped on the snow foam, leaving a clear red mass.

The bright red horseshoe prints continued to extend towards the flat area that suddenly appeared in the desert, extending from the edge to the center, and then continue from the center to the edge of the other side. Finally, a war horse stepped into a trap set by nature, and its front legs were immediately folded into two sections. Deputy captain Lu Feng immediately stopped and cut the horse's throat with a dagger. Then, he quickly raised his head and shouted at Zhao Tianlong, "It's here, I'll stay here to entertain the Japanese. You three will continue walking with Xiao Zhang."

"Why," Before he could finish his words, Zhao Tianlong had already reached out to pull him up, "It's my turn this time, why should you take the lead?"

"Because I am the captain." Lu Feng, who had never been angry with people, suddenly became angry and pushed Zhao Tianlong into a staggering voice, "Go away quickly, don't talk nonsense with me, I don't have time to argue with you."

"Second." Zhao Tianlong rushed forward angrily, holding Lu Feng in both hands and lifted it on the horse's back, "Second, even if you are the main person, I won't listen to you today. I'm so kind. You'll get rid of me after you go back."

The other two soldiers also surrounded him, grabbed his arms and pulled his thighs, trying to tie Lu Feng to the horse's back and drove him away. The latter struggled for a few times but failed to get what he wanted. He suddenly pulled out his pistol from his waist, first shot at the ground, then pointed at his temple with the gun and shouted, "Let's go, I'll count one, two, three, otherwise, I'll die in your hands now."

The guerrillas were stunned and hesitated to let go of their hands. Deputy captain Lu Feng forced himself to hold back the pain from the wound and twisted his shoulders, broke free from Zhao Tianlong's arms, and asked gritted his teeth, "When is it that you are still fucking me? Even if I am not your captain, I am older than you in terms of age. I still have injuries on my body, I have married a wife and have children. You have never even had a woman's quilt before. Why can't I walk in front of you?"

The counterattack like a cannon made Zhao Tianlong speechless. Taking advantage of his stupidity, the deputy captain Lu Feng changed his tone and whispered: "Even if these are not reasons, you have to think about Xiao Zhang and his brothers. Among us, who is more familiar with the nearby terrain than you? Since Zhou Heizi has dumped us as a burden, who can guarantee that the map he gave is real? I die, but I will die alone. If you die, no one else can survive."

After saying that, he ignored Zhao Tianlong, squatted down, took out the grenades of his bags one by one, and placed them behind the dead horse's corpse.

"Captain." Zhao Tianlong screamed with red eyes, turned his head, pulled up the big white horse carrying Zhang Songling and staggered away. The other two guerrillas looked at each other, raised their hands together, saluted the deputy captain Lu Feng, and then pulled all the mounts and followed Zhao Tianlong quickly.

The sudden change fell into the eyes of the pursuers through the telescope. Mitsui Orange Tree was puzzled, turned her head and asked at all the Japanese officers around her: "Did you see it? Why did that group of Eighth Route Army dropped their commanders? What was that old guy doing? Why did he seem to be deliberately waiting for us to come forward and capture him?"

"However, it may be a trap." The Japanese officers raised their telescopes and looked directly in front more than a thousand meters away. The old man next to the dead horse's body had a very exquisite pistol on his waist. Depending on the situation, this person should be the goal that Chief Mitsui was determined to win this time. However, no matter according to the rules of the Great Japanese Imperial Army or the tradition of the National Revolutionary Army, no officer left the position to cut off the soldiers below, unless the chief suddenly did not want to live, or had a shocking conspiracy in his heart.

"Keep, it must be a trap." Sakai Takamy, who has always been known for his timidity, took everyone's words and shouted in a sure tone, "Then, that area is much flatter than other places, but it may be a lake or a lake."

"There are lakes in the desert." Mitsui Yuki looked at Sakai Gaoming, and he didn't believe in this cowardly statement. In his impression, since it was a desert, it must be extremely lacking in water. If there was still a natural lake in the middle, how could there be no grass growing?

"How is it possible for a lake?" Other Japanese officers and soldiers also scoffed at Sakai's Gaoming's statement. "Even if it is a lake, what can he do? The river just now was so frozen that it could drive a tank. The lake water was dead. Could it be that the ice on it was thinner than living water?"

This question is too difficult, far beyond the knowledge of the cowardly slaughter Sakai Gaoming. His face immediately turned red, pointed at the target that was getting closer and closer, and kept muttering: "He, he must have something to do. Look, he, he is still in the mood to smoke, smoke."

The sky was getting darker. Even without the help of the telescope, the Japanese officers could see clearly that there was an orange-red highlight on the corner of the target's mouth, which made them feel more and more nervous. Although the shouting louder, their tone was getting more and more relaxed, "Planning, what can he do alone? Do you want to trick us over and use a grenade to kill us? How could we do the same? We will definitely not be able to do the second time."

"Machine gun, sweep two shuttles next to him, be careful not to kill him." The crow-like noise made Mitsui Okuchi very uneasy. He turned his head and ordered the machine gunners beside him to conduct a fire test first. The machine gunner, who was also worried, immediately pulled the trigger and rushed to the deputy captain Lu Feng's body. The bullets hit the snow, leaving behind small black holes. The deputy captain Lu Feng seemed to have not seen it, and continued to smoke the pipe lazily, "Bit, Bit, Bit" as if an old farmer was waiting for the crops to mature.

"Kobayashi, be careful not to drive too fast, don't get too close to him." Mitsui Kiriki was a little guilty because of the other party's calmness. She lowered her head and issued a reminder to the driver in the cab.

"Hiyi." The driver Kobayashi agreed and pulled the car gear to the lowest level. The other two intact cars also took the initiative to slow down, and they were fan-shaped with Mitsui Kikuki's car, looking at each other and surrounding the smoking old man.

The wheel slipped suddenly, and then slowly returned to stability. At about 250 meters away from the old man, the wheel did touch the ice again, but it was very hard and enough to bear the weight of the car. Despite this, Mitsui Kiriki still cautiously drove all the soldiers down and ordered them to walk alongside the car. Then he pointed the sword in his hand at the smoking old man and shouted loudly: "Surrender, you have tried your best, and it doesn't make any sense to resist. As long as you put down your weapons, I promise to give you the respect that an officer deserves."

"Swish." Lu Feng sneered, picked up his pipe, knocked it at the soles of his shoes, and then slowly took out his pistol from his waist.

It was indeed Walter P38. The manchurian army's corrupt bones did not lie. Mitsui's gaze immediately lit up. He lowered his voice and ordered the Japanese officers around him, "If you pass the order, no one is allowed to beat him to death, and you must catch the alive."

"No one is allowed to kill him, he must catch the living." "No one is allowed to kill him, he must catch the living." "No one is allowed to kill him, otherwise, Chief Mitsui will not let you go." The Japanese officers also knew that everyone might have caught a big fish this time, and they opened their voices and sent orders to their respective direct subordinates in Japanese. Soon, the Japanese soldiers following the car raised their guns, fearing that they would accidentally kill the prey and be severely punished by the superiors.

Deputy Captain Lu Feng could not understand Japanese, but saw the other party's intentions from the actions of the Japanese. He sneered and shook his head, slowly walked behind the body of the war horse, first put the pistol carefully on the horse, then squatted down, flipping through the luggage.

"What are you doing? Hold your hands up quickly." Sakai Gaoming was afraid of being deceived. Before the superior spoke, he shouted loudly in Chinese, "Don't waste your energy fiddling with grenades. Only fools will be fooled twice in a row. Raise their hands and come over by themselves, otherwise we will shoot."

Deputy Captain Lu Feng curled his mouth contemptuously and continued to squat down on his body to fiddle with it. Sakai Gaoming felt insulted. He picked up his rifle and used his sight to cover the prey's arm. He was about to give the other party a warning, but Mitsui Yuki lifted the muzzle hard, "No shooting, didn't you hear my order just now? If you hit the vital point, wouldn't our hard work be wasted all this day?"

"He, he" Sakai Gaoming pointed at Lu Feng and defended himself with a hurry, "He, it is impossible for people like him to surrender, he"

"How do you know that he cannot surrender? In the Northeast, I have personally caught many such resisters. Although it takes some effort to capture them alive, once they can conquer them, they all make significant contributions to the empire." Mitsui Kiriki glared at him and interrupted loudly.

Sakai Takamyang did not dare to contradict his boss, so anxious that his forehead was filled with sweat. There were indeed many corrupt bones among the volunteers in the northeast. He usually led his brothers to great power and really reached a desperate situation. His true identity was revealed immediately. Not only did he raise his hands to become a prisoner, but he also led the Japanese to chase and kill his previous robes everywhere.

In fact, not only the Northeast Volunteers, but also on the grassland, there are also "smart people" like Jiang Hulu who immediately chooses to be a traitor when he sees the situation is not good. But the old man smoking in front of him is definitely not one of the smart people. He does not have the temperament of being a corrupt, and his behavior is much calmer than those "smart people".

"Don't worry, I won't give him any opportunity to take advantage of it." Knowing that Sakai Takamyang was kind-hearted, Mitsui Kiriki, as the chief, didn't want to over-strike the enthusiasm of his subordinates. He nodded and continued: "I remember your performance today. After returning, I will consider the issue of your punishment cancellation at the discretion of the next step."

After a pause, he lowered his head and rushed into the carriage and ordered, "Don't get too close, just stop here. Between this far, I see what else he can do."

"Cruff, squeak, squeak." "Cruff, squeak, squeak." With the sour sound of brakes, the three cars slid fifteen or six meters on the ice and stopped one after another.

It is calculated that it is more than 30 meters away from the prey, far beyond the range of the grenade explosion. Mitsui Kiriki tidyed up her clothes and shouted at the prey in an extremely tempting tone: "Surrender, I promise to find the best doctor to treat you. If you are unwilling to be enemies with your subordinates, I can also send you to the Northeast to stay away from this sad place. I know that there must be grenades hidden around you. I will not take risks with my soldiers. I will give you another three minutes to consider. If you are willing to cooperate with the Great Japanese Imperial Army, you will throw down your weapons and walk over slowly by yourself. If you don't reply to me in three minutes, then I can only order the fire to open, although I appreciate your courage in my heart."

"I want to give you a chance, too." Deputy Captain Lu Feng slowly straightened his waist, looked at Mitsui Yuki's eyes from afar, "From now on, you still have the hope of leaving alive, otherwise, next year will be your death day."

"Hahahahaha" As if I heard a rare joke, Mitsui Kiriki trembled all over, "Is this a threat? Why, the pistol in front of you is still the forty-eight petals hidden under your feet."

"With this is China." Deputy Captain Lu Feng waited quietly for the other party until Mitsui Gumichi smiled enough that he responded with a very proud voice, raised his arms and let several grenades tied together fall down freely.

"Boom." "Boom." "Boom." A series of grenade explosions tore Lu Feng's body into pieces. The ice surface under his feet soared into the sky like boiling, turning into countless shining crystals in the dusk, dragging the gorgeous tracks to sputter around. A few small particles of ice slag fell on the face of Mitsui Orange Tree, which made his face slightly numb. He habitually stuck out his tongue and licked it. There was a strong bitter salty feeling in his mouth.

"Ph, how could it be salty?" He asked in surprise while vomiting hard.

"Salt Water Lake, this is a salt water lake." At this moment, the cowardly Wushuoi stood beside him and suddenly screamed, holding the carriage board with both hands, jumping down with a sensitivity that he had never seen before.

"Salt Water Lake, this is a salt water lake. Reversing quickly, reversing." Mitsui Yuki suddenly woke up, clenched his hands into fists and smashed them to the top of the cab, urging the driver to drive and run away quickly.

It was too late. The ground, which was originally as flat as silk, seemed to be suddenly awakened from his sleep. He stretched his waist tightly, and then several huge cracks extended in all directions from where Lu Feng disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye. The three cars first fell into the ice crack, and then the Japanese soldiers fleeing in panic. In the dark, it seemed that countless big hands were catching up with them from behind, pulling them one by one into the cold saltwater lake to accept the final judgment.

"This is China." When I was swallowed by the ice lake, Mitsui Orange Tree seemed to hear the voice of the old man smoking again, both slow and full of pride.
Chapter completed!