Chapter 4 Reunion (Ten Seconds)

"Yes, yes, Webmaster Peng wants the 93rd Regiment. Even if he takes them away, the group of red elements on the opposite side must stay. Our Commander Yan hates them the most." For fear that Peng Xuewen will not agree, the commander of the cavalry Zhao Rui also jumped out to bargain. He could not leave the 93rd Regiment. Leaving the Black Stone Guerrillas, he could explain to the Japanese and Commander Yan. Especially the latter, after the last year's Jinxi Incident, he hated the red elements to the core. If he knew that the first cavalry division watched a red army slip away from the gun, even if he was completely destined to the end, he would have to pay his life. (Note 1)

"Yes." Peng Xuewen first pondered for a moment, then shook his head slightly, "Teacher Zhao and Director Zou Gao Yi, Peng is very grateful, but since ancient times, good things have been together. Although the Black Stone Guerrillas are not a formal armed force, they will accompany the 93rd Regiment to fight the Japanese all the way, so they will let one of them go, and two of them will go, so they will just give up their hands and let me take the guerrillas away."

At the end of the story, he felt a little lacking in confidence, so he put his hands on his chest and bowed to the other party solemnly, "Peng promises that as long as you have the opportunity in the future, we will definitely repay you for this favor, and our Peng family in Yingzhou will definitely repay you."

"Brother Peng, you're too much," he didn't expect that Peng Xuewen didn't even leave room for himself to escape. Zou Zhankui immediately felt angry, "Zou promised you to take the 93rd Regiment away, which has given you enough face to the Military Control Commission. You actually want to cover up those red elements. What does they have to do with you? You are so reckless, and you still have the discipline of your Military Control Commission in your heart?"

Following Zou Zhankui, the commander of the cavalry division, Zhao Rui, protested uneasyly: "Yes, Brother Peng, you need to bargain when doing business. We have already taken a step back. You can't be more aggressive, let's talk about it, those red elements have always been the target of your military command. Why do you have to stand up for them regardless of everything?"

He was right at all. In the internal manual of the Military Control Commission, the Red One was the second enemy of the Military Control Commission, and was only ranked behind the Japanese invaders. However, Peng Xuewen could not make up his mind and allowed Zhang Songling and others to fall into the hands of the Jin army. As an outstanding agent, he knew very clearly that in recent times, the Jin army had done something outrageous to the Red Ones that fell into their hands. If he personally sent Zhang Songling to a dead end, he believed that his sister's spirit in heaven would never forgive him.

That was his only weakness. His savior and teacher Ma Hansan said that if he did not overcome this weakness, he would never be a perfect agent. However, whenever he remembered the blood-written tombstone he found in the mountains, a kind of pain would hit his heart. "The Tomb of his beloved wife Peng Weiwei", when he learned that Zhang Songling accompanied his sister on the last journey of his life and buried her on the hillside of Xiangyang with the ceremony of his deceased wife, he would always recognize this brother-in-law. Even though his sister and Zhang Songling were both confused and did not understand what love was.

"Peng did not stand up for them for no reason." After biting his teeth, Peng Xuewen responded word by word. His voice was not high, but he spread throughout the battlefield through a portable small speaker. "In Peng's eyes, first of all, they are heroes who fight the Japanese, and secondly, they are the Black Stone Guerrillas of the Communist Party. In the face of national crisis, Peng did not dare to kill the anti-Japanese heroes who returned triumphantly because of different beliefs. Doing that would only make the Japanese avatars for nothing. A hundred years later, Peng's name will be engraved on the pillar of shame in history, and future generations will be unable to look up in front of others."

"Peng, don't bully people too much." The last two sentences were inserted into Zou Zhankui's lung leaves, which immediately made the person angry. "Even if you boss Dai investigated today's affairs in the future, I will take full advantage of it. I will ask you again, whether you will leave or not. If you continue to be obsessed with it, I will completely fulfill you."

"Peng's choice today has nothing to do with the Military Control Commission." Peng Xuewen slowly put down his hand and looked at Zou Zhankui on the verge of rampage, without fear. "Peng's choice today has nothing to do with political beliefs. What Peng did today is to be worthy of his heart and his own country and nation. If you want to be an accomplice of the Japanese devils, just let him go."

After a few words, they jingled on the ground, and immediately stimulated the bloodline of the loyal and righteous brothers in the country-saving army behind them. They raised their necks and agreed loudly, "Yes, we are all Chinese, and we are worthy of our country and nation."

"The Chinese don't beat the Chinese, and the Chinese don't be accomplices to the Japanese."

"Whose surnamed Zou, who is your species? Do your parents know that you are doing the business of selling your ancestors for the Japanese?

After being scolded by a group of bandits, Zhao Rui and Zou Zhankui were so angry that they were not afraid of being angry. They raised their hands and planned to order the cavalry to rush forward and tear the ungrateful Peng Xuewen and others to pieces. However, the actions of the 93rd Regiment and the Black Stone Guerrillas on the opposite side made the two of them forcibly suppress the desire to kill, frowned, and were full of confusion.

The 93rd Regiment crossed the river in the whole team, and the Blackstone Guerrillas chose the opposite direction to them, retreating to the other side along the right side of the bridge. The movements of both sides were neat and orderly, without any panic, as if they had already agreed, and they parted ways on the Nalin River Bridge.

What was chasing after him was a mixed gang of the Japanese army, and between the Nalin River and the Qijin River was a closed land, with Jining City above and Qierbo below. The Black Stone Guerrillas turned around and returned at this time, which was equivalent to dying and no reason to survive.

"They, they don't want to make the surname Peng difficult." The next moment, Zhao Rui and Zou Zhankui looked at each other, feeling awesome in their hearts. The guerrillas took the initiative to seek death, so as not to suffer from the disaster of Peng Xuewen and the mobs around him. They didn't even discuss with others. They would rather sacrifice themselves than fulfill others.

"All cavalry preparations, wait for Captain Zhang's gunshots to jump up immediately to capture the thief and capture the king." In the 93rd Regiment that was reorganizing the team by the river, the regiment commander Lao Qi whispered a low order, but there was little chance of victory, but it was not hopeless. He and Zhang Songling repeatedly deduced several times before they came up with such a killer move that could turn the situation around. If they failed, they might end up burning.

Shao Yong and others gently pulled the reins, their toes were empty, and they were ready to use their heels to hit the stirrups at any time. Under the belly of a war horse with an empty saddle closest to their opponent, Zhang Songling slowly raised his rifle and used his sight to find Zou Zhankui's head.

The distance is a bit far. Zou Zhankui and others who had suffered a loss before have learned their lessons. They always blocked more than two guards around them, leaving Zhang Songling with a very narrow aiming gap.

Time suddenly became extremely slow. Two lines of sweat slowly flowed down Zhang Songling's temples and dripped on the beach by the river, making a "sizzling" sound. He only had a chance to fire one shot at one time. Whether it hit or not, the cavalry battalion would launch a full-scale sprint towards Zhao Rui and Zou Zhankui. Zhao Tianlong and Fang Guoqiang would immediately turn their heads and lead the guerrillas who pretended to cross the river to seek death, and launch a Jedi counterattack at the first cavalry division of the Jin army a hundred times.

Move, move, slowly move, the muzzle raised up little by little, and his eyes passed through the sight, and through the heavy horse legs, slowly but steadily pointing to the target. Zou Zhankui's nose slowly grew bigger in the sight, and the skin between the two eight-character eyebrows became clearer and clearer. Just as Zhang Songling was about to pull the trigger, suddenly, Zou Zhankui's head turned to the left rear, followed by the guards around him, and the war horses under his crotch ran back and forth in panic.

There was a sound of horse hooves coming from the southwest direction, from far to near, becoming clearer and clearer. The target was blocked by a figure. Zhang Songling put away his rifle in surprise, drilled out from behind the horse's belly, and quietly watched the source of the sound. He saw a thick stream of smoke and dust rolling in. In front of him, there was a figure riding a maroon war horse, which was particularly clear.

"Brothers, don't panic, ride a brigade to pick you up." Riding on the back of a maroon horse, a heroic female general, holding a sword high, and her slender body undulates with the horse's back. "Brave Commander Zhou brought the Eighth Route Army's First Brigade to pick you up. With them, I see who dares to touch you."

"Siqin." Zhang Songling was stunned for a moment, put down his rifle, rubbed his eyes with both hands. How could it be the Queen Siqin? She wasn't in Chongqing? Why did she run to join the Eighth Route Army again, and happened to arrive nearby, bringing a whole brigade of cavalry.

"Queen Siqin." "Princess Siqin." Among the Black Stone guerrilla soldiers who were pretending to cross the bridge, many people recognized Siqin's figure. While exclaiming loudly, they turned their eyes to Zhao Tianlong. In everyone's mind, Captain Zhao and Princess Siqin are born with a pair. Almost every young man hopes to repeat the same legend.

"Siqin,." The only slow reaction was Zhao Tianlong himself. Looking at the figure of Chao Si Mengxiang, he could not believe that he was not dreaming. He raised his hand and rubbed his eyes again and again. Until someone slapped his spine heavily, he suddenly had a cold war and activated the yellow-fat horse to meet him.

The Eighth Route Army sent a brigade of cavalry, plus the 93rd Regiment, the Black Stone Guerrillas and the Zhongyi National Saving Army under Peng Xuewen, and the troops have completely surpassed. With the treacherous Jin army, it is strange that it is a strange thing to dare to continue to take action. All dangers disappeared in an instant. At present, he has enough time to welcome his sweetheart.

"Come on, Brother Long." Several veterans of the guerrillas shouted in a panic.

"Come on, Brother Long." Even though he didn't know the relationship between Zhao Tianlong and the female general in the distance, and when he heard the guerillas' voices, the brothers of the 93rd Regiment also guessed eight-nine-nine-nine-ten, and opened their voices and cheered loudly.

Amid the cheering of landslides and tsunamis, the distance between the yellow-fat horse and the red horse is getting closer and closer. The male and female hostess on the horse's back blushed and spread her arms far away.

In the next moment, all the scenery in the world lost its color.
Chapter completed!