Chapter 2: Cross-flow (Eleventh)

"Riding a horse, you always say, let's ride this war horse for us." As soon as they heard about riding a horse, the soldiers were all excited, surrounded the trafficman Lao He and asked in a verbal manner.

Before joining the army, most of them were children of ordinary farmers. Even if they didn’t have the chance to ride horses, donkeys, mules and other large animals, they often fiddled with them. Therefore, no matter which riding technique is reasonable, it is not even possible to ride a horse like Lao He, not to mention riding it, I am afraid that there will be no chance to touch it. After all, war horses are not ordinary animals and have very high requirements for feed. In farming areas, even landlords and old wealth may not be willing to spend so much money to raise such expensive things.

He was surrounded by so many people and asked him pitifully. The trafficman Lao He was extremely satisfied with his psychology. He proudly slapped the horse in the face and responded with a smile, "What a good horse? It's just a bastard of ordinary Mongolian horses and Russian horses. And the patriarchy is also likely to be a two-square boy, not a good horse at all. In our Black Stone Guerrillas, horses like this are sold for money and are not qualified to go to the battlefield at all."

"Then, why haven't you ever ridden a horse?" Perhaps the expression when speaking was too arrogant, and some of the soldiers asked in discontently.

"Who said I didn't ride? Every time I came to the military sub-district to deliver letters, the horse I rode was a hundred times stronger than this one, but" he flattened his mouth helplessly, and his voice suddenly lowered. "Every time I go back, I have to leave the horses for the sub-district. Just after the beginning of spring this year, two good horses have been detained."

"Hahahaha" Everyone was amused by Lao He's appearance, and their hearts were filled with expectations for the place to fight. The horses that were more than eight feet tall were sold cheaply in the Blackstone guerrillas. In that case, how majestic the war horses they usually rode. And I heard that the Blackstone guerrillas were still mainly cavalry. After everyone went there, they rode high horses and crossed the oceanic sword, majestic.

"According to what you say, after you arrive at the guerrillas, you will also send horses to us, right?" After all, they are all 17 or 18-year-old children. Some people can't hold back their words and ask with Lao He's sleeve.

_"This" trafficker Lao He scratched his scalp, his expression on his face was somewhat embarrassed, "It must not be everyone's shots. It depends on your specific performance. For example, some people are born agile, so they are naturally cavalry materials. Some people obviously shoot on the ground and shoot at every turn, but they never find the target after getting a horse bullet. In this way, they just need to be infantry, but it doesn't matter if they are infantry. Captain Zhang has many tricks, such as cannons, small steel cannons, light and heavy machine guns, and they are proficient in everything. Just give you a few tricks, which is enough for you to deal with the Japanese."

"That's not as satisfying as a cavalry." "Yes, I chased the Japanese with a knife and chopped the head. Just think of it." The soldiers shook their heads one after another, and made up their minds to work hard to become a cavalry after going to the Blackstone guerrillas, rather than stepping down two legs and a gun, chasing their companions' butts and eating dirt after eating.

Since the most important selection criterion for being a cavalry is its agility, the soldiers must seize every opportunity to become familiar with riding skills. Therefore, along the way, almost everyone was competing to be scouts, and once they climbed onto the horse, they didn't want to come down again, expanding the scope of the reconnaissance. If Sai Rengui's horse was not in his prime and had eaten very finely, he would have been ridden alive by everyone and would have lost his strength. It would have been impossible to see tomorrow's sunset alive.

Even so, the next morning, the running speed and response sensitivity of the war horses still decreased significantly. In addition, the soldiers on the horses had no experience as scouts and could not play the expected role. They were chased by unknown forces several times and killed by the tail before the large group of people, almost causing a catastrophe to the entire team.

Fortunately, the Black Stone guerrilla reputation was very famous. After seeing Lao He, those guys who followed him did not dare to act rashly, leaving a few words of apology and some horses and guns as gifts. They retreated again at a faster speed than when they came. This made the three of them quickly grow from one horse to four, and the number of gun and ammunition reserves began to increase steadily.

Even some puppet troops who were patrolling were very proud of their face. They had already shown their guys in a fierce manner. When they found that the traffic officer Lao He was also intercepted, they immediately put away their guns and drove away as if they were blinded by the sun. They seemed to have all the sixty people in front of them were wearing invisible clothes, and even if they were close, they could not see them.

"There are our guerrillas in the opposite puppet army? Why are they all pretending not to notice us?" After witnessing a group of puppet troops riding horse patrol passing by the team for the third time, Fang Guoqiang, who was already a little numb, pulled the corner of Lao He's clothes and asked in a low voice.

"We are not businessmen at first glance. Those little guys are trying to stop us if they have nothing to do. What are the benefits for them?" Old He smiled proudly, and his answer was full of pride.

"They, they are not for the Japanese." Fang Guoqiang was speechless when asked, frowned, and looked suspicious.

"Get money to eat and live a life." The traffic officer Lao He smiled again, and he was very disdainful of the guys wearing the second Japanese skin. "If you can't stop us, why do they like Japanese dealers when you go back? Even if you stop us, can he escape the revenge of our Black Stone Guerrillas in the future? Unless the Japanese send a boat ticket each and move them all to Japan."

Of course it is impossible for each person to get a ticket. In the eyes of the Japanese devils, the puppet army was just a group of local dogs who came to visit the house to protect the hospital. They were reluctant to even match heavy weapons. How could they be allowed to go to Japan to be expatriates?

Fang Guoqiang, who was familiar with the relationship between the Japanese and puppets, was amused by Lao He's humorous words, shook his head, and said with emotion: "It's really hard for them. He wants to hold the Japanese's thick legs, but is afraid of spending his life. He lives with fear all day long, which is worse than a dog from a frustrated family."

"So that's not the case." The traffic officer Lao He nodded and added with emotion, "Before Captain Zhang and Captain Zhao joined our guerrillas, the puppet troops were also very arrogant. Although the Red Team had a great influence, after all, they lacked generals and could not spare much time to deal with this group of scabby dogs. Later, Captain Zhao joined and single-handedly picked several gangs of thieves. The horse thieves immediately calmed down a lot. Later, Captain Zhang also joined, which was even more amazing. No matter whether he was a horse thief or a puppet army, as long as he dared to challenge the guerrillas publicly, he would go to the door directly. He was afraid of killing the puppet army and the horse thieves in a few seconds. From then on, he saw our guerrillas' banner, as long as he could go around."

"So powerful, how many puppet troops and horse thieves have you Captain Zhang killed?" After hearing Zhang Songling's deeds again, Fang Guoqiang's interest was suddenly hooked up, looking at Lao He's eyes and digging into the bottom line.

"There are so many, I can't count them at all." The traffic officer Lao He thought about it, and the pride on his face became increasingly unconcealed. "A nest of bears, terrible families, sanks, and white-eyed wolves were all taken away by Team Zhang and his brothers two years ago. There were also the puppet army of the Liu family's sleeper, the Zhao family courtyard with three rooms, and the public security maintenance meetings at Four Daokou were also chosen by Team Zhang and Team Zhao. By the way, there was also the puppet county magistrate of the former Heishi Village, who was separated by Team Zhang several hundred meters away by Team Zhang. There was also a white-bearded second in command, who was named? Anyway, he was also a famous guy, and he was also defeated by Team Zhang. At that time, he was still holding a machine gun in his hand."

No wonder the leaders appreciate the little fat man so much. It turns out that he has done so many exciting things. Fang Guoqiang nodded secretly and admired his former younger brother more and more. He was thinking about how to cooperate with the other party in the future. Lao He's proud voice came from his ears, "Actually, the rules on the grassland are the simplest. Everyone will be convinced by whoever is stronger. Although our guerrillas suffered serious setbacks last year, looking at the radius of 500 miles, the only ones who dare to fight with the Japanese face to face are us. Whether it is his puppet army or horse thieves, they are all masters who become weak when they see the Japanese, and of course they don't have the courage to be enemies with our guerrillas."

"That's right." Fang Guoqiang nodded repeatedly when he heard this, "I don't dare to borrow the courage of them. By the way, we should go to Heishi Village soon. Should we rest early today? After the night is over, we will sneak past the Japanese's noses."

"No, you should go as you go." Old He shook his head with a smile and flatly rejected Political Commissar Fang's proposal. "The road I chose is dozens of miles away from Black Stone City. The Japanese are afraid of the cold and will not run so far to patrol. The only thing to beware of is the yellow beard. However, he was just dealt with by our guerrillas once, and there are only a dozen people left under his command, and he can't make any trouble at the moment."

"Yellow beard, who is yellow beard? What is the difference between it and other horse thieves?" Fang Guoqiang was not upset, but grabbed a name that was mentioned by chance in the other party's words and asked without shame.

"A natural slut." Old He spat a strong phlegm on the ground and commented with great contempt. "The kind who was so cheap that he cried and shouted to hug the Japanese thighs. In order to recognize the Japanese as his father, he didn't even want the last bit of face. He was defeated by our guerrillas several times, but that bad man is lucky and can escape every time. After escaping, it won't take long to gather a group of bandits and hooligans to continue to work hard for the Japanese sluts."

"What benefits did the Japanese give him? I didn't reward him with an official position." Fang Guoqiang has seen several similar traitors in Hebei, basically all of them are official fans, and they are looking forward to the arrival of troubled times, so that he can take the opportunity to get a founding father. As for the rat tail on his head, or the Rendan beard on his head, they don't care at all.

However, the answer given by Lao He once again exceeded his expectations, "No, the Japanese did not grant him any official position, and even the security team was not rewarded, but he just was not discouraged, just wanted to follow the Japanese wholeheartedly."

"Then what is he trying to do?" The soldiers around him were puzzled and turned their heads and asked in unison.

"Who knows, maybe it's just a shame." The traffic officer Lao He thought about it again and again, but in the end he could only respond helplessly.

Time ran fast while talking. In the blink of an eye, it was another day. When passing by near Heishi Village, everyone, led by Lao He, deliberately stopped and moved quietly. The Japanese and puppet troops in the city were indeed as Lao He had analyzed in advance, and as Lao He had no ability to get all the same people around him. Before he knew it, he let the large group of people slip past him.

The most dangerous road on the way was over. The soldiers were very relaxed. Without the permission of Fang Guoqiang and the two platoon leaders, they quietly hummed the military song that had just been learned for a while. Soon, the joy of victory infected most of the people in the team. Everyone opened their voices and joined the magnificent melody. "The red sun shines all over the East, and the God of Freedom is singing in love. Look, thousands of mountains and valleys, copper and iron walls."

As one of the few relatively calm players in the team, "Lao He" quickly turned his head to the trafficker and asked for the latter's opinions.

"Sing, it's almost home." Old He nodded and announced with a smile, "It's not too far to go west, it's the range of activities of our guerrillas. Usually, the Japanese in Heishi Village will never dare to take the initiative to go to our guerrillas' horse hooves to die before they gather all their troops!"

When the soldiers heard this, they immediately became more and more proud of themselves, "Listen, my mother asked me to fight the East, and my wife sent me to the battlefield (to the battlefield), we were on Taihang Mountain, and we were on Taihang Mountain."

At this moment, four soldiers who were scattered in front of him as scouts, rode back in a panic and ran back. Across the distance, they warned Fang Guoqiang, "Political Commissar, political commissar, found a cavalry, found a group of cavalry, arrived immediately, and killed us immediately."

Without them calling, Fang Guoqiang also saw more than a dozen horses following the scouts, all of whom were taller than a horse horse, and their four hooves were flying in the air, as strong as a dragon.

Before he could order everyone to prepare for the war, the traffic officer Lao He shouted loudly, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, it's our own people and our own brothers. We brought horses to greet everyone. If you don't believe it, look, there are so many saddles on the horse's backs empty."

Everyone looked carefully and found that more than half of the horses running over were empty. Now, everyone's heart, which was hanging in their throats, fell back to their stomachs. At the greeting of the two platoon leaders, they quickly organized the team and prepared to leave a good impression on the veterans who came to welcome them.

"Don't misunderstand, everyone, don't misunderstand, is Political Commissar Fang here? I'm Xiao Zheng from the Black Stone Guerrillas, and I'm here to welcome everyone at the order of the captain." The young man riding on the first horse looked extremely capable. Before the person arrived, the house was reported clearly.

"I'm here, Political Commissar Fang is the one next to me." The traffic officer Lao He stood on tiptoe and kept waving at Xiao Zheng, "What's the matter with such a hurry when you're okay? It almost caused everyone to shoot."
Chapter completed!