Chapter 3 Heaven and Earth (Nine)

This wine was so pleasant that when he woke up the next morning, Zhang Songling felt that the sky above his head was slanted and the ground under his feet was soft as a piece of cake. However, he could not continue to stay in the palace. The conflict between Siqin and Fang Guoqiang had been resolved. The purpose of his trip was basically completed. On the guerrillas, there were still a group of students waiting for him and continued to rush north. If he could arrive in the Soviet Union one day earlier, he would complete his studies one day earlier and come back to serve his motherland that was in ruins.

Queen Siqin has always been a cheerful person. Knowing that Zhang Songling is busy with official business, she did not force her to keep guests. She made an appointment with him to go to watch the ceremony in person when the Spring Festival of the Moonya Lake is opened. Then she arranged two strong guards to escort the guests home. As for Xiao Qinglian, who helped both sides very much yesterday, was ignored by both guests and hosts. She looked at Zhang Songling's back in anger and wiped her tears. When Siqin saw it, she must have taught her a lesson as a person who had experienced it: "Silly girl, how old are you? Why are you so anxious to get involved? This time he is willing to send you back personally, which means that you already have your shadow in his heart. What you have to do next is to appear in front of him every now and then, but you can't get too close, so that he can't forget you, and he won't think you are in a hurry to marry him. Men are all this kind of virtue. The better you treat them, the less they don't know how to cherish them. Maybe they will scare you away, and instead make others free."

"But, but he" Qinglian was talking and rubbed her eyes a few times, and emphasized in a very low voice, "He said there was still one in his house waiting, although he had not agreed to it at the beginning."

"You care about him," Siqin pulled Xiao Qinglian's shoulder hard, revealing a picture that I am a experienced person and I know everything. "He is now occupied by the Japanese in his hometown. Unless his family wants his life, how could he ask him to go back to get married? How long will this war be fought? He is a good old girl, waiting for him for a year, waiting for him for two years, but not selling it to their child bride when he is young, how could he wait for him for the rest of his life?"

"That's true." Xiao Qinglian finally felt relieved, lowered her head, and responded in a low voice. Zhang Songling was the captain of the Black Stone Guerrillas. No matter how you did, it would be impossible to lead the Guerrillas back to Shandong to pick up their wife. Sister Siqin was about to marry Mr. Long. As Sister Siqin's personal maid, she would definitely accompany her to live in Qilin Ridge in the future. At that time, the advantages of the weather, the advantages of the place and the people, she would have all of them. How could she lose to the woman thousands of miles away?

"Take it slow, no matter how old the beef is, I am afraid of stewing it in low heat." Looking at Xiao Qinglian with a nervous face, Siqin seemed to see her back then. Her arms on the latter's shoulders became tighter again, and her eyes were filled with longing for happiness.

Zhang Songling didn't know that he was regarded as the meat in the pot by others. At this moment, he was thinking about how to arrange the next escort task. Under the protection of two royal guards, he rushed back with great speed.

After running for more than 60 miles in one breath, sweat oozing from both people and horses. Although the temperature in the grassland in early spring was low, the sun in the sky gradually regained its power, making people's foreheads burning, as if hundreds of ants were biting.

If you continue running, the people and the horse will be tired and sick. Zhang Songling took his mind back from his mind in time, looked up at the surroundings, and whispered, "There should be a small bubble not far ahead. Let's go, be careful,,,." (Note 1)

He yelled to pull out the box cannon, his right hand quickly reversed, and moved at high speed from his left shoulder to his chest. Twenty bullets "光慉慉慉慉慉慉慉慉慉慉慉慉慉慉慉慉慉慉慉慉慉慉慉慉慉慉慉慉慉慉慉慉慉慉慉慉慉慉慉慉慉慉慉慉慉慉慉慉慉慉慉慉慉慉慉慉慉慉慉慉慉慉慉慉慉慉慉慉慉慉�

"Bang, Bang." There was also a hasty rifle shooting sound behind the sea buckthorn bush. Several grass-green figures were exposed under the broken branches. They were pressed by the box gun so that they could not look up at them at all. They could only pull the trigger desperately based on their previous impression.

For a target that keeps moving at a high speed of fifteen meters per second, this "blind shot" is simply a joke. The hot bullets hit the smoke and dust behind the war horse, and even Zhang Songling's hair was not touched.

"Baga." The Japanese led the team was very anxious and quickly rolled out several meters to the side, put the rifle on the stone, and aimed at the target again. Before he could see where the target was running, Zhang Songling had already drawn out another box cannon with his left hand, and a series of "光光光光光光" shots, smashing the man's head into pieces.

"It's Fatty Zhang." "Fight with him." "Captain Xiaotian, Chief Xiaotian was beaten to death by him." Several other guys in grass-yellow military uniforms were anxious and shouted in Chinese with a slightly Shanxi-scented taste.

Break the whole into pieces and use guerrilla warfare to deal with the Black Stone guerrillas and the Independent Battalion is a miracle trick taken after the combat staff Shiro Shirakawa has thought hard. In recent times, many achievements have been achieved. Several puppet troops originally thought that they could easily get the target after following the Japanese. Unexpectedly, the target was Fatty Zhang, who had disappeared from the grassland for a long time, killed the backbone they relied on as soon as they fought.

The puppet soldiers were anxious, and the two guards in the royal palace who were responsible for protecting Zhang Songling were even more anxious. It was less than half a day away from the royal palace. If Zhang Songling was hit by a bullet, it would be equivalent to dying at the door of Prince Siqin's house. Not only could they not afford it, the entire Yete Right Banner of the Wuqin flag also became a laughing stock of the entire Dongmeng grassland because it failed to protect the safety of the distinguished guests.

When the person was anxious, life and death were completely abandoned. Although the bullets were flying in front of him, the two guards pulled out the steel knife at the same time, and squeezed the horse's belly with both legs. The poor mount suddenly felt pain, and roared "sighing" in his mouth, and four hooves flew into the air and stepped on the puppet soldiers' hideout.

By stairs against cavalry, hundreds of elite veterans raised their spears to fight in formation, and each of them received strict physical and psychological training. The puppet army, who sold themselves as dogs, was not satisfied with any of them. Seeing the horse's hooves trampling on their heads at high speed, they didn't care about avenging the Japanese, fired a random shot in front, then threw down their weapons, and fled in panic.

They tried to run to the small water pill a few hundred meters away to meet with the war horses hiding there in advance. Unfortunately, the two-legged lackey, the four-legged war horses, had only escaped ten steps, and were caught up by two guards of the royal palace, and took a knife and cut off several huge heads.

Note 1: Xiaobiaozi, a slang term outside the border, a small lake, and a small pool.
Chapter completed!