Chapter 1 Oath (Sixth)

As he spoke, the humility on the red beard disappeared and he became the legendary hero of the green forest in the grassland, with aggressive heroes, from head to toe, every pore, and every inch of skin.

The second company commander of the Independent Battalion, Chu Baogui, sat closest to Red Beard. He was the first to feel this change. He was stunned for a moment, and his eyes turned upwards without realizing it. Although the feelings of the others present were not as strong as those of Chu Baogui, they were also forced by the heroic spirit emitted from Red Beard. They could no longer say the argument and let Red Beard turn his thoughts into the final resolution.

Long after the meeting, Chief of Staff Wu Tianci recovered from the shock that Red Beard gave him, sneaked into Zhou Heichang's tent in private, and discussed with the latter with a bit of flattering tone: "For two hours, based on the brothers of sixty in his hands, battalion commander, do you think Red Beard's words tonight are reliable? He won't just fight for a breath and spend all his last money."

"Will that bring you more fulfilling your wish?" Zhou Heitan frowned and looked at him, and asked back angrily, "I said Lao Wu, you are a little accurate in temper. You were so eager to pull out the guerrillas two days ago. Why are you worried about others again?"

"My, I'm that." Wu Tianci certainly refused to say that he was afraid that he would be killed as a scapegoat after being used by Zhou Heichang. He smiled embarrassedly and explained in a low voice, "Aren't I confused for a while? Besides, preventing the guerrillas from growing up is also the meaning of being the superior. I have to make some moves for others to show them, but after calming down, we, the guerrillas and the Japanese are like the Three Kingdoms, the Japanese are Wei, the guerrillas are Shu, and we are Wu. Although Shu is very fucked, if Shu is missing, the remaining Wu Kingdom cannot survive alone."

"It's good that you can think so." Zhou Heicang whispered, "The top is the top, we are us. The top may look at the long term, but it cannot deal with the Japanese. However, the guerrillas, with them all for one day, the Japanese will not pay attention to our independent camp."

"The battalion commander is brilliant." Wu Tianci raised his thumbs up and praised Zhou Heichang for his foresight. "So you would rather lose the opportunity to expand your team than give the guerrillas timely help."

"Bad." Zhou Heicang interrupted without hesitation, "I said Lao Wu, don't be so hypocritical, okay? I ran far away to someone else's camp. There must be someone who said, leaving the mutton and arms behind is to maintain face. You are not sure what we were thinking at that time. Let me tell you, they are actually very clear in their hearts, just don't want to expose it on the spot. We just have some face."

"Hehe, hehe" Wu Tianci's face was hot because of his words, so he had to use a smirk to resolve the embarrassment.

"So the guerrillas have to use their own strength to clean up their yellow beards. They are just to remind you, Lao Wu and Zhou Heizi, that their red beards are not old enough to move, so let's not always worry about their little property." Zhou Heitan glared at him fiercely and continued to whisper.

‘Hehe, hehe,. I thought you, Zhou Heizi, really moral. It turns out that you, Zhou Heizi, are not unwilling to worry about you, but you don’t have the courage,’ Wu Tianci muttered in his heart, but quickly turned the conversation elsewhere, “I don’t think about you, don’t think about you anymore. I swear, I have to kill sixty or seventy guns, and we can’t make a big fuss. I just wondered if that red beard would leave a secret passage on the mountain. Except for their own guerrillas, no one outside knows that kind. Otherwise, such a high mountain would be blocked by machine guns and small steel cannons. If he wanted to climb to the top in one breath, he would have to climb for at least an hour and a half.”

"I don't know, I'm not a Red Bearded person. Besides, he has been operating in the Lamagou area for so many years, so why is he more familiar with the road than the Yellow Beard?" Zhou Heitan shrugged and responded with a wry smile. When his mind woke up from the shock, he didn't believe that the guerrillas could recover Qilin Ridge within two hours. However, in front of so many people, he had already reached an agreement with Red Beard to watch the wall, and he couldn't regret it immediately. He could only hide in his tent and pace back and forth in confusion.

"I think it's probably like this." Wu Tianci's imagination is very good. He referred to the plot in the storytelling and continued to be imaginative. "On the surface, you asked you to take the independent camp to watch the battle at the foot of the mountain, but in fact, you wanted you to attract the attention of Huangbeizi. Then, taking this opportunity, Zhao Tianlong and Zhang Fatty, led more than 60 guerrillas to the top of the mountain from the secret passage, and suddenly came out somewhere behind Huangbeizi."

"Yes, then shouted 'The thief died' and gave the yellow beard a blow from behind. It was a gophrase, not a cloud dragon." Zhou Heichang kicked him hard on the butt to vent his dissatisfaction, "Get out of the quilt and continue dreaming. Remember to get up on time tomorrow morning and see how the guerrillas show off their strength. In order to wipe your butt, I'm almost exhausted these days."

"Oh, ah." Wu Tianci covered his butt and ran back to sleep. All night, either dreamed that he was shot coldly by Fatty Zhang, or dreamed that Zhou Heitan had his head to soothe people's hearts after he annexed the guerrillas. He was so scared that he turned over from the marching bed several times. He was sweating from the back of his back. He finally got up until dawn. He rushed out of the tent as soon as the wake-up call rang, grabbed a piece of snow and wiped it on his face, and went to the command center to meet with Zhou Heitan and others, ready to cheer for the guerrillas with everyone.

He thought he was neat enough, but when he reached the temporary command department, he found that other officers from the independent battalion had already arrived. He was accompanying Zhou Heikang with Red Beard and pointed at the backs of Zhang Songling, Zhao Tianlong and others.

"You really want Brother Long and others to kill directly from the front. Don't you really need my help? I got the heavy machine gun platoon to get up in the middle of the night and would never drag Brother Long and others down." Obviously, Zhou Heicang's thinking was greatly influenced by Wu Tianci. He always thought that Red Beard had a secret passage up the mountain that was unknown to outsiders, and could bypass the enemy's blockade and rush to the Yellow Beard's command center.

"Yes, Master Hong, anyway, heavy machine guns are all ready-made, so it's useless. What else can we divide each other with each other?"

"Yes, Master Hong, although we have a little bad skills, we can always give Brother Long and others a strong momentum."

When he found out that Red Beard planned to let the guerrillas attack Qilin Ridge from the front, Li Laojiu and others could not sit still and came forward one after another, willing to help Zhao Tianlong and Zhang Fatty.

The people above were full of varied things, but the grassroots officers still maintained their true nature. They couldn't bear to watch Zhao Tianlong lead the men to block the gun of the yellow beard. They hoped that after the battle, the guerrillas could still preserve some vitality.

However, at this moment, the red beard looked like a confused old man with a stubborn temper. He refused everyone's kindness, shrugged and responded with a sneer, "You just don't believe my brothers, I remember when I was the mountain king and snatched territory with others, you guys were still breastfeeding. Look slowly, you will be able to see the reputation in a while."

Everyone was choked by him and gasped. They had no choice but to continue standing at the command office and seeing off Zhang Songling, Zhao Tianlong and others with their eyes. They saw that the two and the guerrillas under their command had changed into extremely strange outfits at some time. The tops and pants were made of the cheapest local cloth, and they were not willing to dye them at all. The leather hat on their heads was also tightly covered with the cloth, and behind them was a sheet of undyed cloth as a cloak. Looking from the temporary command center, it would be as cold as possible. If the weapons in their hands were replaced with clay pots and mourning sticks, they would be a group of filial sons and grandsons who were having funerals.

"Which is the red beard singing? Is it going to war? I will never return until I die? What era is this? I still have the same style as the fifteenth century." Wu Tianci was dizzy when he saw it, and he frowned and muttered quietly in his stomach.

The other independent battalion soldiers were also confused. The intuition in their hearts told them that with the name and identity of Red Beard, he would never do anything meaningless, but his mind could not keep up with him no matter what. He could not guess what the whole set of mourning clothes on the guerrillas could do.

It was not until the figures of the guerrillas walked out 150 or 60 meters away that everyone suddenly realized their eyes. They quietly turned around and looked at the Red Beard secretly, and always worshiped this in their hearts.

After all, Jiang is so old that Red Beard is worthy of being a famous figure for many years. With just one move, he will be astonished as everyone else's skills. Although the undyed outfit on the guerrillas looked extremely ugly from the near, when they walked away, they immediately turned bright white when they were shining with the rising sun above their heads. They blended into a whole without realizing it. Standing at everyone's position, as the distance increased, the outline of the human body became more and more blurry. Not to mention aiming at one of them with a gun, or carefully observing the movements of the entire team, it became very difficult.

But the rising sun was extremely bright, shining on the snow and then reflected into people's eyes, irritating their eyes, and tears flowed out without control. Soon, everyone could no longer tell the specific figure in their sight. They could only see a faint snow line, gently supported by the morning breeze, rolling upwards against the hillside, rolling, constantly rolling, rolling across the turning point of the mountain road, disappearing silently in front of everyone's eyes.

"I asked someone to hit the temporary lookout with wood in front, and everyone went up to see." Hongbei waved her arm very considerately and made a loud suggestion.

"Hulala." The officers standing at the entrance of the command department scattered, followed the old man, quickly walked towards two wooden platforms at the entrance of the camp, and exchanged in turn, using two Soviet-supported telescopes to capture the figures of Zhao Tianlong and others.

Compared with China and Japan in this era, the Soviet Union's manufacturing industry was undoubtedly very strong. Two military telescopes weighing three pounds were turned around and soon, the figures of Zhang Songling, Zhao Tianlong and others were sent back to the eyes of the spectators.

In just two or three minutes, the guerrillas had changed into another formation, and the distance between them was very wide. However, every three to five adjacent people were combined tacitly to form a mutually responsible combat group. Every two to three combat groups, they tried to maintain the same pace and continued to climb to the top of the mountain under the command of a guerrilla team leader.

Zhang Songling's tall and fat figure walked at the front of the entire team. On the left was a light machine gunner with a tall figure, carrying a crooked machine gun full of bullets on his shoulder. On the right, he dragged it a little behind a little. He clamped a short grenade barrel under his armpits to prevent wind and snow from pouring into its entrance, affecting the performance of the weapon.

Immediately after this vanguard combat team, there was a fire support team with five people, but they carried a heavy machine gun, a light machine gun, and corresponding ammunition supplies. Later, Zhao Tianlong, Lao Zheng, Xiao Le'ang and Xiao Zou also led a combat team to slowly unfold on both sides of the mountain road, ready to provide necessary support to the people in front at any time.

The snow is very slippery. Even if the bark is tied to the shoes, people still fall and roll into a big snowball along the hillside. However, every time a seat is vacant, it will be quickly filled by other team members following behind. After the fallen regained balance, it will automatically fill in the last battle group and become the end of the entire team. This cycle looks a bit dazzling, but the speed of the entire team is very affected by the fallen team.

Propelling and advancing, they continued to push forward, as if they were living in the house and just came out to enjoy the snow scene, either slow or rushing. As they walked, the mountain ahead suddenly turned steep, and the road under their feet was quickly recovered. There were deep valleys on both sides. A few abrupt stones appeared more than 200 meters ahead, like a gate, blocking the way of the guerrillas.

"Xiao Xu, lead the way." Zhang Songling suddenly stopped, squatted down halfway, pointed at the stone that was 200 meters away from him and looked empty, and ordered loudly.

"Oh." Xiao Xu, a machine gunner walking beside him, agreed, holding the crooked handle in both hands, and shot several shots at the top of the rock. "Da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da shredded snow on the surface of the rock, splashing a ball of pink fog.

After the fog, messy gunshots immediately sounded, crooked handles, 38 large lids, box cannons, and the old Hanyang-made ones, which made a lot of fun like the Chinese New Year.

"Dadada, dadadada, dadadada" The fire support team that followed the vanguard team quickly unfolded and shot several fire snakes at the hiding position of the bandits. Most of the bullets were blocked by stones. Apart from splashing large masses of snow fog, they did not receive any actual effect. They attacked from bottom to top, and the terrain was very unfavorable to the guerrillas.

However, the bandits' training level was too poor. They had been frozen behind the stones before and had no time to move their bodies. Although they had gained the advantage of the territorial area, the bullets fired out were of no accuracy at all. Most of them hit the open space in front of Zhang Songling and others. Only a few passed by them, and snowflakes splashed beside and behind them.

However, Zhang Songling did not want to give the bandits another chance to adjust their adaptation. He rolled on the spot and came to the grenade who was following his right hand. He took the grenade launcher from the latter, gave a thumbs up and aimed, quickly adjusted the shooting angle, and shot a forty-eight petals.

"Swoosh." The Japanese grenade dragged the roar and fell on the rock, exploded with a bang, sending several broken limbs into the sky.
Chapter completed!