Chapter 3 Heaven and Earth (Three Downs)

"Be careful." "Don't take risks,." Half of the older men opened their voices and spoke loudly, knowing that the fat man "loved to show off", no one expected that the fat man "loved to show off" to the point of desperate love. He carried a saber to block dozens of pseudo-Mongolian soldiers, as if he had three heads and six arms.

The military strategy is full of things, don’t stop the return troops, especially the most dangerous thing for such defeated soldiers who are chased to the death. If they are desperate, even if Fatty Zhang really has three heads and six arms, he can block the other party’s chopping. Don’t end up not being able to show up, but instead pay your life. In that case, who will be responsible for leading everyone to continue north on the next road?

It was a long time to say that, before the dissuasion of several half-aged boys fell, Zhang Songling's mount had already rushed hundreds of meters away, and the horse's hooves stepped on a straight yellow smoke on the dry grass, pointing straight ahead of the defeated soldiers without any pause.

"Do not go." "Die it, die." "Look for death." The Japanese and puppet soldiers who were fleeing in a panic were anxious and angry. They picked up their long spears and short spears, aimed at the bold blocker. They just fought in a row. Unfortunately, none of them were the Yunlong, and they did not have the accurate head of the latter's galloping horse that penetrated Yang hundreds of steps. All the bullets shot out in a hurry fell into the empty space, and they didn't even touch Zhang Songling's hair.

He was about to collide with the roadblocker, and the guy who was running in front of the defeated soldiers quickly dropped his rifle and reached out to pull out the battle knife from behind. He wanted to use the speed of the war horse to cut the roadblocker with one knife and two swords. He raised his arm high, bit his teeth tightly, and his eyes were filled with cold light. Just as the blade was about to fall, the roadblocker suddenly turned his body, then shook his wrist gently, and the saber whipped over like a whip.

"Ah,." "Bang." The panic screams and the sound of the blade hitting the object one after another. Then, a red light held half of the head and rushed into the air. The puppet army, who had lost half of the head, held the reins of the horse with one hand and continued to be led forward by the mount. The blood mixed with the ** and sprayed wildly. Until all the vitality in the body was gone, it was planted from the saddle like a dead wooden stake, leaving only the lonely mount, and rushed into the distance with a whine.

Zhang Songling didn't care about the life or death of the target and continued to hit the stirrups hard. On the first day of learning to ride a horse, Jiyunlong taught him that he must make full use of the speed of the mount and slash out with one knife, and never look back. The Eastern Horse under his crotch was quickly stimulated to fully realize his full potential, with four hooves spreading, and rushed towards the other two defeated soldiers like clouds and fog.

They were two Japanese instructors with small beards, obviously both were masters of cavalry warfare. When they found that the roadblocker was rushing towards him, they immediately pulled the reins tacitly. The two war horses quickly adjusted their direction, like the double edges of scissors, one left and one right, and clamped towards the roadblocker.

The distance between the two sides quickly shortened, from two or three feet in the blink of an eye to two or three feet. Zhang Songling quickly swung his arm outward, knocked the blade from the left with the back of the knife, then leaned back, swung his arm back, and swung another steel knife against the tip of his nose. The cold air stimulated the eyebrows one by one, and then, a familiar dullness came from the palm of the knife, and several red lights flashed through his eyes. The next moment, his hand The saber in the middle quickly stood up and blocked straight above the left shoulder. Several sparks splattered everywhere. The Japanese instructor on the left failed again and was led by his mount to pass by him. Just as the distance between the two sides was about to be opened, a box of cannon suddenly appeared in Zhang Songling's left hand, and his body twisted like a spring. "Ping Ping Pong--" A string of bullets caught up with the Japanese instructor on the left from behind like eyes, leaving several blood holes on the person's body.

At this point, the body of the Japanese instructor on the right fell from the horse's back. Zhang Songling rushed out between the two corpses like a god of killing, holding a knife in one hand and a gun in the other, majestic and radiant.

"Fatty Zhang is Fat Zhang." Someone finally recognized his identity among the defeated soldiers and exclaimed desperately. He hadn't heard of this person for more than a year. The puppet soldiers of the Mongolian and Han tribes wishfully thought that he would not return to the grassland. Who would have thought that at the most unlucky moment, they met this evil star again.

No one wanted to fight against this evil star, and there was no hope of winning at all. However, several puppet soldiers had no time to drive away the horse, so they had to bite the bullet and raise their saber and swing them like a windmill in front of them. Zhang Songling slashed down with a knife, ripping the puppet soldier closest to him, then opened the puppet soldier who was close to him, then pointed the box gun with a flat end, aimed at the next target, and pulled the trigger in a string of bullets jumped out of the muzzle, smashing the puppet soldier and his horse into a sieve. Seeing that the situation was not good, the third puppet soldier threw down his weapon and pressed his head tightly on the horse's neck. Zhang Songling passed by the stirrup with him, cut the sword in his right hand diagonally, and with the speed of the war horse, he removed one thigh. The injured puppet soldier screamed loudly from his mouth and fell to the ground from the other side of the mount. Blood was like a spring in the wound.

The puppet troops around avoided one after another. Zhang Songling rode his horse and swung his sword as if he had entered a no-man. A puppet army was caught by him because he turned too slowly, and he didn't even have the courage to resist. He immediately released the reins and took the initiative to fall off the horse's back. With a "thump." With a sound, yellow smoke splashed more than four feet high. The puppet troops who took the initiative to fall immediately fainted, and their lives and death were unknown.

Another puppet army who hid a little slowly continued to turn the direction of their mounts, and at the same time cried loudly, "Master Zhang, Mr. Zhang, I don't know it's you, I don't know it's your old man, I have my mother and children in my family. Please, please."

Zhang Songling raised his wrist in a panic and let the person go at the last moment, "Surrender and not kill." He shouted loudly, looking for a new opponent with unsatisfactory intentions. The puppet soldiers beside him either fled or directly chose to raise their hands to surrender, and no one dared to say "no".

At this time, the brothers from a row of cavalry companies finally caught up and used the grassland hunting method to block the puppet troops who were trying to escape one by one. Anyone who dared to resist was cut off from the horse, and each corpse was killed four or five times during his lifetime, and his death was terrible.

Finding that there is no hope of breaking through, more puppet Mongolian troops chose to dismount and surrender. After a long period of contact, they had already understood the Eighth Route Army's policies clearly. As long as they voluntarily give up resistance, they would usually not be treated harshly, especially those who do not have blood debts, at most they will be confiscated weapons. After a lesson, they will be dismissed home and will still surrender on the battlefield for the second time. The other party will definitely not turn over the old debt.

When they fell behind the independent camp, their fate would be much more miserable. They would not be able to escape with a killing whip. After they were beaten, they would be forced to serve labor and repair fortifications or undercover fortifications for the independent camp. If one day they met Zhou Heichang, they might be tied up and buried alive. Anyway, the Japanese people who caught the independent camp were almost the same. Don't scold anyone for being cruel.

However, some people would rather go to hell immediately. The Japanese consultant who was blocked in the center of the battle group was like this. Seeing that he was already in a desperate situation, he simply grabbed his mount, then turned around and pulled the reins of another war horse, and exposed a Mongolian woman whose hands were tied around the horse's neck and whose head was completely covered with a cloth bag.

"Get out of the way, otherwise I will kill this woman first." The Japanese consultant quickly pressed the saber on the woman's neck and threatened loudly at the cavalry blocking the road in very fluent Chinese.

Everyone around was stunned for a moment, including the puppet soldiers who were climbing down from the horse. No one expected that the Japanese consultant who always regarded himself as a samurai would be so shameless that he used a woman who had nothing to do with the other party as a hostage and threatened the Eighth Route Army cavalry to make way.

Just as he was ashamed of shame, Zhang Songling's voice suddenly sounded in his ears, calm and cold, "If you want to kill, hurry up. I don't know her. Whether you kill her or not will be related to my slaughter."

"You" Now, it was the Japanese consultant's turn to be surprised. He stared at Zhang Songling with a pair of mung bean eyes widened, and he refused to accept the answer given by the latter, "You, you are the Eighth Route Army, the Eighth Route Army, and you watched me kill her. How do you explain to the people around you?"

Zhang Songling quietly glanced at the hostage at a speed that the other party could not detect, and vaguely felt that he should have seen this woman somewhere, but he could not see the other party's face and could not further determine the identity of the woman. He had to pretend that he was indifferent and responded with a sneer, "How we explain to the people is not your business, but I can guarantee you that if you cut her, I will definitely return it ten times after I catch you. I promise you that I will never let you die happily before the last slash. If you don't believe it, you can do it now."

"You" the Japanese consultant was so angry that he gritted his teeth, but he really didn't have the courage to bet whether Zhang Songling's threat was the truth. He saw the other party's appearance of riding a horse and killing the enemy just now. He could definitely be called ruthless and ruthless. If this person really tortured himself to death, the emperor was far away from the grassland, and the Eighth Route Headquarters might not hear the relevant news, nor would he punish him anyway.

"Little Japanese, dismount and surrender quickly." "Surrender, man promise to give you a happy ending." "You are shameless to take a woman as a hostage," just as the Japanese consultant was hesitating, the soldiers who were chasing him also arrived. When they saw the Japanese consultant's shameless behavior, they all scolded them.

"Retreat, retreat." The Japanese consultant's eyes turned red in an instant, and he used a knife to hold it on the neck of the Mongolian woman and shouted loudly, "Otherwise, I will kill her with one knife and let Queen Siqin come to you personally."

The soldiers of the Independent Battalion were afraid of the weapons and took the initiative to retreat. Zhang Songling heard for the first time that the hostages were involved with Queen Siqin, so he quickly and secretly looked at the other party. A familiar face appeared in his heart. After he hesitating for a moment, he shouted loudly: "Let me say first, it is definitely impossible to let you go for this hostage, but I can choose another way for you, you put her down, and then we have a fair showdown. As long as we win, our Eighth Route Army will guarantee you to leave safely. If you lose, don't feel that you are dead unjustly."

"Damn, do you dare?"

"You little devil, if you don't dare, don't yell at all about your samurai. You've never seen such a shameful samurai as you."

"Damn, be happy, don't embarrass your emperor."

"Shoot, shoot, we don't know that woman, so we should let Company Commander Zhang take risks by the society."

The brothers of the Independent Battalion were very confident in Zhang Songling. They led by Li Laojiu, the deputy battalion commander, shouted loudly to the Japanese Advisor. On the contrary, not everyone in the Eighth Route Army Cavalry Company and the young students escorted, because not everyone was familiar with Zhang Songling's past, so they felt a little worried for him, especially the girls such as Yang Liu and Li Fang, who were so anxious that they gritted their teeth and stamped their feet, wishing that the soldiers would raise their guns now, and not care about the life or death of the hostages, and first beat the Japanese into a hornet's nest.

"Yehe." Amid the contemptuous screams, the Japanese consultant's face became redder and redder. Finally, he made up his mind, pushed the hostage away hard, and jumped off the horse, "I will compete with you, no one is allowed to ride a horse. If I win, your people must ensure that I let me go."
Chapter completed!