Chapter 5: The Innocent (Seventeenth)

The sun slowly rose from the sea of ​​grass, and through the dark clouds, it spread thousands of morning glows on the wide river surface. Countless unknown fish were awakened from their sleep, jumping out, and stirring the entire river with their bodies. The glow on the river surface was instantly shattered by the fish's tail. The bright red purples rippled everywhere with the waves, just like the fallen flowers and the Liuhua River in the spring. This most special river on the Dongmeng grassland also stretched to wake up from its sleep, reflecting the tired and firm shadows on the riverside with its rippling light.

"Walking forward thirty miles further is the Broken Golden Bridge. Let's hold on for a while and you can rest after crossing the river." Zhao Tianlong clung to the yellow-fat horse, ran from the front of the team to the end, and shouted loudly to the front. Among all the guerrillas, he was always the one with the most physical strength. The yellow-fat horse under his crotch was always the one with the most majestic appearance. Each person and one horse seemed to have endless energy. From the moment the stars were busy, he refused to stop and rest for a moment.

"Persevere, everyone will hold on for a while." Zhang Songling shook his two arms tied with bandages and exhorted Zhao Tianlong loudly, "I crossed the river and blew the bridge off, so that the Japanese could cry to the river."

"Let the Japanese cry to the river." The guerrillas raised their heads from the saddle and responded in unison, trying to show their energetic side to the two captains. However, their hoarse voice betrayed them, revealing the fact that they had become the last of their might.

Zhang Songling and Zhao Tianlong pretended not to hear anything and continued to lead all the horses forward. As the core of this team, the two knew what they should do and what they should not do at this moment. Even if Mount Tai collapsed in front of them, they could not frown slightly. The brothers were all looking at them, and the heroes who had already sacrificed were also silently watching them in the sky. They were not qualified to be weak.

The two of them deliberately ignored the sound of cars and motors behind them. The terrain on the grassland was empty. Before the skylight was bright, they had already discovered the fact that they were targeted by the Japanese. Kawada Kunizaki was completely frightened and would rather give up the opportunity to flatten the old guerrilla camp than to kill them first. Of course, if the Japanese went straight to Lamagou according to the original plan, they would definitely get nothing. Five or six hours were added, which was enough for the Red Beard to organize the brothers left behind in the old garrison and the people near the old garrison to evacuate calmly.

This new discovery shocked Zhang Songling and the guerrillas, and his heart was full of pride. With just one hundred and twenty brothers, more than two thousand Japanese and puppet coalition forces that were trying to get rid of the guerrillas changed their course several times. Isn’t this record enough to be proud? Looking at the entire grassland, besides the Black Stone Guerrillas, which team can bring such a great humiliation to the Japanese. This is simply He slapped the Guandong Army hard and left after the slap and did not give the other party a cell phone. He held this honor in his hand, even if he drove the Japanese away in the future and had no war to fight, he went home to continue to be a farmer. In his spare time, he could sit on the handle of the hoe and say proudly to the younger generations around him, "Your grandpa, when I was young, I once fought with the Japanese, and they beat them to cry and call their parents, and their faces were full of peach blossoms."

With this pride, the guerrillas pounded the stirrups hard and continued to run along the dirt road that the predecessors stepped on by the Liuhua River. The Japanese behind them followed without hesitation, although Kawada Kuniha and others knew that this was getting farther and farther from their original plan.

The Japanese car bit the guerrillas' horse hooves and smoke, chasing them reluctantly. The puppet soldiers and the war horses under their crotch could not hold on and fell behind one after another. However, Kawada Kuniha had no choice but to interfere. Through the bulky telescope, he had seen the proud backs of the guerrillas, including a fat black man riding a big white horse in the East, which was particularly attractive.

The big white horse was the beloved thing of Kawada Kunaki's former ex-official, Master Junji Fujita. In order to avoid being hit hard by Red Beard while chasing the black fat man Zhang Songling, he endured the pain and gave it to Red Beard as a gift. Now the big white horse has fully utilized the inheritance advantages of both the bloodlines of both the paternal and maternal lines in Fatty Zhang's hands. However, its original owner Junji Fujita was taken to the military court of the empire and passed the life of the reserve force with lifelong humiliation.

The second person who was unlucky because of this fat man Zhang was Kawada Kunaki's ex Mitsui Kiyoki. This unlucky guy was in office for a short time and probably had a record. He didn't even sit in the chair of the Emperor of the Black Stone Village. He was not able to chase the guerrillas, but instead he was introduced to an ice lake and his internal organs were frozen. He struggled on the sickbed for several months and died of hatred.

"Others can let him and the others escape, but the fat man riding a white horse must be killed no matter what!" Putting down the telescope, Kawada Kunaki loudly announced his latest combat target. He didn't know it. After careful calculation, he realized that in just two years, the consultant of the Black Stone Village had changed three times because of the black fat man riding a white horse in front. This trend must be ended in his own hands. Otherwise, there might be many imperial talents to follow Fujita Junji.

"That fat black man is a star of bad luck and must be cut off as soon as possible." Coincidentally, Eryu, who had just arrived at the grassland for a few days, regarded Zhang Songling as a thorn in his eyes and was defeated by the guerrillas in hand-to-hand combat. This was simply the biggest humiliation of the Eryu Squadron since his fame. Only the blood of the initiator can clean up this humiliation, and only the blood of the initiator can make him, the squadron leader, have a reasonable explanation.

"Then you can speed up the car. Don't let him find an opportunity to calmly place explosives. The foundation of the arch bridge across the river is stone and should not be so easy to blow up. As long as the bridge deck is not damaged very well, even if the guerrillas are lucky enough to cross the river, they will not be able to escape the pursuit of the car." Operational staff member Shirakawa Shiro was much more sober than his two accomplices. He had seen the next step from the step in front of him and gave a response strategy in advance.

"Accelerate, accelerate, don't worry about the security brigade, give me full play to the athletic ability of the car." At this time, Kawada Kuniha could definitely follow his advice. After hearing Shiro Shirakawa's words, he immediately raised his command knife high and issued a full-speed sprint order to the convoy.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo." The driver stepped on the accelerator to the bottom and squeezed the potential of the motor to the maximum. The command car rushed forward like an arrow from the string, like a wild wolf with red eyes. The speed of the entire convoy behind him suddenly increased by one fifth. Regardless of the danger of overturning and breaking down, he followed the wolf ahead and prepared to tear the prey that had already run for most of the night and had been exhausted.

It has to be said that the Japanese personnel carriers that have been improved specifically for the grassland terrain are of great quality. The smoke emitted from the exhaust port is blue and black, and the car engine still has not collapsed. Soon, the distance between the convoy and the "prey" ahead is pulled from more than five miles to three miles, and continues to shorten the distance at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Zhang Songling, Zhao Tianlong and others also heard the roar of motors behind them that had become very harsh. They gritted their teeth and led their brothers to squeeze out the last bit of energy in the body of the war horse. Two good horses, which were improved by the hybridization of the three-cha iron hoof horse and the Don hippo, ran, and suddenly foamed at the mouth and fell to the ground. Thanks to their flexible enough, the guerrilla warriors on the horse shook off the golden stirrup the moment the mount fell and jumped with their arms as support. They got up and landed on the other two empty saddle horses, barely escaping the trouble of being pressed by their mounts, but the new mounts under their crotch also quickly began to breathe heavily, and the saliva flowed from the corners of their mouths quickly turned from white to red. They ran around for an entire afternoon and night, but there was no feed to supplement them. Most of the war horses in the team were on the verge of collapse, and it would not take long to repeat the footsteps of the previous two horses.

At such a critical moment, a new accident occurred ahead. A camel team that transported and sold goods was blocking the guerrillas' road. The vendors in the team heard the violent sound of horse hooves and the roaring sound of cars. They were frightened and sat on the hump in a daze, and actually forgot to call the beast to dodge.

"Go away, the Japanese's car will come soon." Those who did not want innocent people to be affected, Zhang Songling slowed down his mount and shouted loudly.

"My fellow villager, hurry up and drive the camels to hide elsewhere, the Japanese convoy is behind." The other soldiers also tried their best to tighten the reins and slow down the horses so as not to rush into the caravan directly, shocking the camels that the vendors rely on for their livelihood.

Unexpectedly, it was fine if they didn't remind them. As soon as the Japanese car was reminded that the Japanese were about to arrive, the leader in the caravan, with a headscarf covered his face immediately made up his mind, and shouted loudly in Mongolian dialect with a Northeast accent, and actually asked the guys who returned to their command to turn the camel over and blocked directly in front of Zhang Songling and others' horses.

"Membersman, what are you doing?" Unpredictable, Zhang Songling pulled his mount two or three times in a row to avoid the direct collision between the white horse and the camel. He was about to question the other party what he meant, but the covered caravan suddenly turned his wrist and aimed two box cannons at his chest to pull the trigger.

"Ping, Ping, Pong." A guerrilla urged his mount with all his strength to block the bullet with his body. Zhang Songling and Zhao Tianlong were furious and shouted, raising the gun, and counterattacked the "caravan leader" and "mate" masked by the black scarf.

The "caravan leader" obviously had already considered a way out before firing the gun. Before Zhang Songling and Zhao Tianlong pointed the gun at him, they jumped to the camel's side. While leading the "guys" under his command to raise their guns and continue to attack the guerrillas, they smiled and shouted: "Zhao Tianlong, you have today, I am forced by you to gain a foothold on the grassland. This time, I happened to get back with the capital and the interests."

"Jiang Hulu, you are looking for death." Hearing the duck-like voice of the other party, Zhao Tianlong immediately understood the whole story of the emergency. He was holding a long spear and a short spear to shoot at the guerrillas, but the yellow beard and the remaining horse thieves who had disappeared for a long time. These guys had been pretending to be caravans and living on the grassland, for fear of being recognized as real identity. At this moment, they learned that the guerrillas were being hunted by the Japanese devils, so they took the opportunity to take the lead.

"Yellow beard, you are addicted to being a dog for the Japanese, and you don't even know how to repent if you die." Zhang Songling also heard the other party's identity. Two box cannons fired in turn, which made the yellow beard Jiang Hulu dare not show his head behind the camel. All the bullets hit the camel. The poor beast did not know how to dodge and used his flesh and blood to block the insidious master one after another. Huang Beard himself used the camel's body as a cover to direct the minions under his command to quickly unfold the formation, and even to fight to the death, he would hold the guerrillas' footsteps for the Japanese.

Half a day and a whole night had not rested, the physical strength and combat effectiveness of the guerrillas were obviously reduced. Most of the bullets fired fell in the air and could not quickly defeat the bandits in front of them. However, the yellow bearded and the horse thieves seemed fearless. They didn't have to consider the consequences of this battle. As long as they could use bullets to seal the range of about 100 meters around the camel team and force the guerrillas to take a detour, they could basically achieve the final goal. The Japanese's cars were less than two miles away from this place. The longer the guerrillas delayed, the further the road they took, the harder it was to escape the black hand that the Japanese reached out.

"Draw your sword and rush over with me." In the critical moment, Zhao Tianlong resolutely made a decision, drew out the wide-backed long sword, and prepared to cut a bloody path from the camels's fleet against the bullets of the horse thief.

"Roar over, rush over." Other guerrillas also put away their rifles and tried to activate the exhausted war horses under their crotch. Taking a detour is death, and staying is death. It is better to kill directly from the corpses of the horse thieves and kill a way out. The steps of the guerrillas are definitely not something that a few stinky fish and rotten shrimps can stop them.

After discovering the guerrillas' attempt, Huang Huzi became more and more proud. He opened his voice and shouted to the horse thieves around him to maintain the same shooting rhythm as him. Without machine guns, volleys of guns were the best way to deal with war horses. Moreover, the distance between the two sides of the war was less than fifty meters, and the war horses under the guerrillas could not rush to speed at all.

"Let's fire, join me, fire, let Ruyunlong taste our power." The more he shouted, the more proud he felt, and his whole body was so beautiful that he almost floated up from the ground, and was worried that he could not get in touch with the new Japanese consultant. Now, the meeting gift was the head of Ruyunlong.

"Dadadada, dadadada, dadadada" Someone is indeed firing, and they are still using light machine guns, but they are behind the camels. Now, it was Huang Huzi's turn to be stunned. He turned around in surprise and saw Zhao Xiaoshuan's figure rushing towards the camels with his hands away from the reins, holding a crooked handle.
Chapter completed!