Chapter 3 Heaven and Earth (Four Parts)

"Miyamoto Yuichi, please give me advice." Seeing that Zhang Songling agreed to give up the horse hiking to compete with him on foot, the Japanese consultant raised the command knife between his eyebrows and greeted the other party solemnly.

This guy was very polite, but he didn't care at all. Before he finished speaking, he hugged his head and carried him with an oblique chop, trying to split Zhang Songling into two petals.

After dealing with the Japanese for so many years, how could Zhang Songling be confused by the person's apparent politeness? He quickly took a step back and then stepped forward and thrust his throat straight into the other party.

"Ah,." Miyamoto Yuichi jumped away like a monkey, and then slashed left and right. "Dangdang." Two crisp sounds started, sparks flew everywhere. Zhang Songling blocked the monkey's blade. However, before he could take a step to counterattack, the opponent rushed forward a few more steps along the half-arc route, and threw the blade towards the back of his neck again.

"Dang." At the critical moment, Zhang Songling turned around and blocked Miyamoto Yuichi's killer move. He then stepped forward to slash the knife. The sharp blade brought a lightning flash in the sun and slashed straight towards the Japanese's shoulder.

How dare Yuichi Miyamoto take action? He quickly pulled away and ran away in front of the blade and his body. He then jumped a few steps to the left. The samurai sword in his hand danced like a windmill, fast and fast. A series of crisp sounds of "Dangdang, Dangdang, Dangdangdang, Dangdangdang" surged in the battle group. The sword light was mixed with Mars, so bright that it made people thrill in their hearts. However, among the bystanders, no one was willing to blink, for fear that the competition had ended at the moment when his eyelids were closed and opened, and he missed the wonderful scene of the Japanese devil being removed by Fatty Zhang.

However, what disappointed them was that Zhang Songling in the battle group actually defended more and less and less attacked. The monkey-like Japanese consultant obviously hit the ball smoothly, and his steps became faster and faster. Later, at least nine of the ten moves were attacking, leaving only the last move to barely defend, leaving him some room to recover his strength.

"No, Fatty Zhang is going to lose." Several half-grown boys couldn't help but run to the company elder Yang, pulling the corner of the other party's clothes hard, "What are the rules to tell the Japanese? Just shoot him and kill him."

"That's it." Several girls also had their eyes red and urged Lao Yang to shoot in a low voice. "The hostage has been thrown aside by the Japanese. As long as you shoot him to death, we can rush over and grab the hostages back."

"Well,." Company Commander Yang pressed the gun handle and pondered in a low voice, "Wait a minute, I guess the fat man deliberately showed weakness."

Japanese consultant Yuichi Miyamoto must have practiced sword skills. This can be seen by anyone with eyes in modern times. However, the tricks used by Zhang Songling are somewhat difficult to understand. Generally speaking, it is a bit like the Northwest Army's eight swords of the Breaking Front, but it is not exactly the same as the Breaking Front, and the steps are less flexible. The movements on the arm are simpler and more powerful. Every time you hit the opponent's blade with the back of the knife, you can smash a large string of Mars.

"What are you waiting for? You are afraid of embarrassment, so I'll do it." Seeing that Company Commander Yang refused to shoot, Yang Liu, who was already familiar with Zhang Songling, was anxious and reached out and prepared to grab a box cannon from the other party's waist.

However, the other big hand pressed tightly on the back of her hand. She raised her head and saw a pair of strange and wild eyes. "Girl, don't worry." Li Laojiu, who had walked to Commander Yang at some point, smiled, revealing a smoky yellow teeth. "The fat man has never disappointed everyone, and this box cannon is the most difficult to aim at. If you shoot it, it is not certain who it will hit in the end."

"You" Yang Liu, who was almost crying, quickly pulled out his hand and stomped his feet hard at Li Laojiu, "You Kuomintang."

Before he could finish his reprimand, a violent cheer suddenly burst out from the crowd around him. He quickly turned his head to see that Yuichi Miyamoto was so wet that he had just been fished out of the water. He was breathing desperately with a samurai sword, and the scarlet plasma flowed down the blade, drizzling, and in a blink of an eye, a red blood pot formed on the ground.

"Zhang,." Yang Liu's heart suddenly twitched, and quickly turned her eyes to Zhang Songling, but found that the latter moved his arms a few times calmly, and then smiled and sent an invitation to Miyamoto Yuichi, "Let's go ahead, or you will give up on your own, or you will have two ways to choose."

"Ah,." Miyamoto Yuichi how could he bear the other party's humiliation? He jumped up and staggered towards Zhang Songling. The latter stepped up and slashed the left knife without hesitation. Then he stepped on the left half a step, and then knelt right. He continued to swing the knife from the outside of his left arm to the top of the left arm, and then slashed it with a force from the top left to the bottom right. With a "double" sound, he slashed Miyamoto Yuichi with his knife for more than two meters away. He stepped back several steps and sat on the ground.

Before he could stand up again, Zhang Songling had already arrived with the sword. He cut Huashan with a simple force. The blade ran straight to the Japanese in front of the Japanese with the sound of wind. Yuichi Miyamoto had to raise the samurai sword above his head and barely blocked the full-strength attack. The injured arm sprayed a stream of blood again, and the muscles on his face kept twitching.

"Dang." Zhang Songling hit Huashan with another force, then rushed to the Japanese head, forcing the other party to raise the knife again, and then the third time blood sprayed out from the wound, making the Japanese grin.

Zhang Songling was in power and was unforgivable. He slashed Huashan with one force, followed by another force, and chopped Huashan with one force, and it was like chopping vegetables. The height difference between the two sides was originally very huge. At this moment, one stood and the other sat, and there was a huge difference. Looking from the side, it was like an adult teaching a lesson for the child. Soon, the little ghost **Yuichi Moto could not hold on anymore, so he simply pounced forward, held the samurai sword that was cut into a saw and went straight to Zhang Songling's dark under the darkness.

He was preparing to adopt this method of losing both sides to force his opponent to retreat and win a chance to breathe for a moment. Unexpectedly, Zhang Songling was prepared for a long time. He quickly twisted his body and took a step back, then stepped on his back with one foot, and the steel knife went from top to bottom, "Puff," a huge head fell to the ground, rolling out more than half a foot away.

"Ah,,." ​​Several female students were so scared that they reached out to cover their eyes, then quickly separated their fingers and stared at Zhang Songling from the gaps in their fingers. Their eyes were filled with admiration. Several young boys patted their chests as if they were relieved, then raised their faces and curled their lips gently. No one could remember that just a few seconds ago, they were still nervous about Zhang Songling's safety, so their hearts almost jumped out of their throats.

"Zhang Master Zhang is mighty." "Zhang Master Zhang is so good." Li Laojiu and others in the independent battalion were not as reserved as young students. They raised their steel knives on the horse's back and cheered Zhang Songling loudly, as if the latter were their own people. They didn't care that the Eighth Route Army's cavalry company was on the opposite side, pressing their arms on the hilt of the knife, and their eyes were full of vigilance, especially the company commander Yang, who was accidentally touched by Li Laojiu while watching the battle, was shocked and angry. Before the competition in the field was over, they had already transferred all their energy to the other party and could launch an attack at any time.

"Old Yang, this is my old acquaintance, Deputy Battalion Commander Li of the Black Stone Independent Battalion." Zhang Songling keenly noticed a faint strangeness in the celebratory atmosphere around him. He quickly walked to Company Commander Yang, grabbed his hand, and pulled him to Li Laojiu who was close to him. "At that time, our Black Stone Guerrillas and the Independent Battalion had fought the Japanese side by side many times, and they were all in love with each other."

"Salute." Company Commander Yang felt a little relieved and took the initiative to salute Li Laojiu.

"I dare not, I dare not." Li Laojiu didn't know where Company Commander Yang came from, so he immediately turned half of his body and bowed to the other party according to the etiquette of the martial arts world. "I didn't mean to disturb you just now. I was really afraid that the girls around you would be unable to calm down and act randomly, which would ruin Brother Zhang's reputation. We are not as good as the grassland. We like to be poor and be particular. If you say one person, no matter how big your background is, it will be ten thousand times more difficult to do."

With a few words, not only did he explain the reason why he had just come here, but he also knocked on Company Commander Yang and others, warning them not to think that he was from some big place and wanted to do whatever he wanted in the area of ​​Heishi Village. Company elder Yang was too alert before. At this moment, he knew that there was something in the other party's words, so he had to pretend that he didn't understand. He smiled and took a step back and responded, "That's thankful to Battalion Commander Li, but even if you didn't come out to stop me, I wouldn't let the students shoot casually. We have witnessed Captain Zhang's skills with our own eyes and are very confident in him."

Two big men were fighting the air striker here. The girls who almost caused trouble just now couldn't stand it anymore. They looked around and rushed to the hostages in the middle of the venue. While running, they were still chirping: "Why are you all standing there? Why don't you untie her quickly? Putting such a big pocket on your head, you're so stuffy."

After being interrupted by the random interruptions of them, Li Laojiu no longer had the interest to continue to tangle with Company Commander Yang. He quickly turned his head and bowed to Zhang Songling, "The person was rescued by Captain Zhang. Li just took a lazy time and asked your guerrillas to send her back to Prince Siqin. As for the corpses of the Japanese, can you ask Captain Zhang to give her the next face and let him take her back and seek credit from the superiors. You must also know that our Northern Army has given him a lot of rewards for military merits. He took photos of these corpses and sent them to the superiors. Our battalion commander's performance in the first half of this year can at least have one more mid-range."

"What are you rewarding? You chased them down. Zhang just gave them the last knife." Zhang Songling left a few Japanese corpses without any use. Without thinking, he simply agreed.

From beginning to end, both sides did not mention the captured puppet troops, as if those guys were just scraps and were not worthy of anyone's waste. However, the prisoners themselves were unwilling to be completely ignored. There was a way out for survival in the hands of the guerrillas. If they had a life in the hands of the independent battalion, they would have to throw away half of them. Taking advantage of the inattention of the soldiers who were guarding themselves, they quickly ran a few steps to Zhang Songling, kneeling down with a thud, shouting, "Master Zhang, you promised not to kill us just now." "Master Zhang, please, please take us away. We are willing to join the guerrillas, willing, and willing to make meritorious service."

"These people" were always a little cruel to their compatriots. Even if the other party became a puppet army, "Bail Commander Li, I did promise to be ahead and let them live as long as they surrender."

"You have the final say. I still think I'm wasting food when I take them back." Li Laojiu waved his hand in a cool way and gave all the puppet troops to Zhang Songling. "But you be careful, these guys are all ungrateful wolves who are not well-raised. They really made them join the guerrillas. I'm sure that one day I'll be able to turn against you on the battlefield."

"No, no, we can swear to the Heaven of Eternity."

"If we surrender to the Japanese again, our whole family will be struck to death by God." Before Zhang Songling could speak, a group of puppet troops rushed to make a poisonous oath.

If God's lightning strike worked, there would be no evil people on the grassland. Zhang Songling shook his head slightly, saying that the puppet army was singing. This time he returned to Heishi Village and sat down for a hurry and continued to lead the cavalry company to continue northward. He did not want to leave a lot of hidden dangers that made Fang Guoqiang embarrassed, so when Li Laojiu walked away with the people from the Independent Battalion, he planned to let these prisoners leave their guns and leave so that they would not waste any time on them.

As a result, this slightly brought out a little disdainful smile in his heart, but the puppet soldiers were shocked. They all looked like dirt and kowtowed on the ground, "Master Zhang, Mr. Zhang, we, we really don't dare to have another intention." "Please, please give us a way out." "We, we can, we can, we can, we know why the Japanese arrested Siqin's maid."

I don’t know if the prisoner suddenly went out and shouted loudly. Then, all the prisoners closed their mouths and plunged their heads into the grass. No one was willing to admit that the words were out of their own words. Zhang Songling was not deaf, and knew that Li Laojiu was not, so he had to smile at the latter and inquire about the other party’s opinions with his eyes.

"Sqin is closer to your guerrillas. You are responsible for it. I just want to take the Japanese corpse back to report the job." Li Laojiu is definitely an open-minded person. According to the rules of the world, no matter how many horses are, they can't chase after them.

Zhang Songling understood that the other party was telling the truth, so he had to accept this favor first, called a few soldiers, ordered them to pull the puppet soldiers up from the ground, take them to reorganize the team, and take them to take them seriously, and then turned his head to the hostages that were being comforted by several girls, to check who they had rescued just now.
Chapter completed!