Chapter 3 Heaven and Earth (Ten Parts)

Of course, those who have been bandits and horse thieves are not good people. However, those who have been able to persist since the "September 18th Incident" and have not been incorporated by the Japanese, but they have more or less left a bottom line for being a human being. After hearing the Feitian Leopard say it firmly, they nodded and agreed: "Yes, I dare to fight against the Japanese devils for the sake of Fatty Zhang. It doesn't matter if we let him give it away today. Anyway, the feng shui will change, and there will be time to meet again sooner or later."

"This is right. We are not afraid of him, Fatty Zhang, but we respect him as a hero and dare to fight the Japanese."

"Master Bao is right, we won't help the Japanese."

There were also several stubborn bandits who were still unwilling to give up, such as death-seeking ghosts and Yin-Yang Eyes. Seeing that most of the accomplices in the world had retreated, they had no courage to follow him anymore. That fat man Zhang was not an ordinary person. The reason why he came to the grassland was said to be to seek revenge from the traitor county magistrate Zhu Er, who chased him from Shanxi to Heishi Village. Finally, he shot the latter's head several hundred meters away outside the Heishi City. If everyone could not work together to keep him today, it would be like he provoking a killing star for himself. Maybe he would be targeted by him one day when he went out, and he followed the footsteps of the traitor Zhu Er in a confused manner.

Since they were not ready to "hunter", there was no need for the horse thieves and bandits to continue to get together. They just said some "there will be a period of time" and each urged their mounts to part ways. In the blink of an eye, they all dispersed completely.

At this moment, Xiaobatu had just returned to the team. Before he could even submit his order to Zhang Songling, the students saw him and immediately surrounded him like stars and asked in a slight manner: "The bandits have actually left. What did you say to them? They are so obedient."

"Are you scared when they surrounded you? We've been worried about you."

"You are so brave that you actually walked back and forth alone."

Although Xiaobatu was not nervous when he was pointed at by hundreds of guns just now, after the students asked him like a cannon, sweat beads of his forehead were oozing. Especially when he saw Li Fang's big flashing eyes with round face, his heart trembled for no reason, and what he said in his mouth became incoherent, "I, I, the captain of the brigade, I said whatever he asked me to say, I'm not afraid of it. They are all defeated soldiers of the Japanese. I have even killed the Japanese. Of course, I won't be afraid of them. I, I told them not to follow, and told them that the captain of my family doesn't like a group of tails following behind him. They were very angry at first, but I said I was from the Black Stone Guerrillas, and our captain was Zhang Songling, and they didn't say anything. He, they were not afraid of me, but they were afraid of our captain, afraid, our captain opened his head with a shot."

"That's why you are brave and calm, and you calmed down on the spot." The students turned their heads and looked at Zhang Songling, not wanting to make this person too proud. However, deep in everyone's heart, a black and fat shadow was always left, especially a few little girls. The feeling of alienation that they took the initiative to have in their hearts due to the appearance of the green lotus a few days ago became extremely thin, as if they could break through the obstacles by taking a step forward, and from then on, they were surrounded by beautiful scenery.

Not only were the young students full of admiration for Zhang Songling, but Yang, the cavalry company elder who sent from the Chabei Military Sub-district, admired the tall and big black fat man beside him. He could just send a brother to help him retreat. This might be comparable to the famous generals of ancient times. Zhang Fatty is only in his early twenties this year and has just passed the further study of the Anti-Japanese University. In time, who knows how high he can fly?

While feeling moved, he heard Zhang Songling smile and shouting loudly to Xiaobatu: "What are you doing? You can't speak in your mind. Those people are not afraid of me, but the Eighth Route Army behind us. If it weren't for avoiding alarming the Japanese devils along the way, as long as we lift the Eighth Route Army's battle flag, they would have run away without a trace. How could they be behind us for so long? Return to the team quickly and don't leave Qilin Ridge, even the most basic organizational discipline will be forgotten."

"Yes, captain," Xiaobatu was so scared that he stuck out his tongue, knocked away the mount blocking his horse's head, and hid behind other guerrillas in shame, and never dared to talk to the students again. Seeing this, Company Commander Yang and others felt more and more that Zhang Songling knew how to advance and retreat, unlike some young people of the same age, who were complacent and complacent to achieve a little achievement.

With admiration for the little fat man, everyone continued to ride the horse north. Whenever they encountered anything along the way, they instinctively took the little fat man's words as the standard and never deliberately caused trouble for him. They slept in the open and walked in a row. When they encountered small groups of enemies who were not open, they would decisively annihilate them without leaving any survivors. When they encountered large groups of enemies, they would take the initiative to avoid them. With the mobility of the war horses, they finally arrived at the second transfer station of the trip, the fork of the Little Jilin River in the Xilingol Grassland, after more than ten days, they successfully arrived at the second transfer station of the trip, the fork of the Little Jilin River in the Xilingol Grassland.

When Zhang Songling led the guerrillas to fight side by side with the 93rd Regiment of Fu Zuoyi's troops last year, he had come to this area and remembered the surrounding terrain and landforms. He compared it with the map given by the military sub-district and immediately determined the specific joint position. He pointed to a pine forest not far from the river fork, and whispered: "Batu, take Xiao Wang and Xiao Xu to search in the woods. If you meet someone you don't know, ask him what is the next sentence of 'The river is clear and the boats are competing for the current'. No matter how hard he answers, please invite him."

"Yes." Xiaobatu agreed, lit up the two guerrillas, rode their horses and left, and then left the brigade fifty or sixty meters away. A sudden sound of horse hooves came from his ears. Then, in the pine forest, more than 20 Mongolian men riding tall horses rushed out together.

The first person was about thirty years old, wearing a black satin-faced robe and a round sable hat. In the center of the hat, there was a piece of jade as big as a thumb. On the saddle under the crotch and on the top of the mount, there were also gold and silver embedded in it. It was extremely luxurious. It made people know at a glance that he was a Mongolian nobleman who was like a fake one. He was idle at home and led his entourage to get flirted with flowers and grass.

Seeing Xiaobatu and others with a surprised face, the Mongolian nobleman didn't hold his mount, smiled on the horse's back, and said loudly: "No need to ask, I knew you were here for a long time. The next sentence is 'Eagle strikes the sky, fish swims in the shallow bottom, and all kinds of species compete for freedom in the frost sky,'"

After saying that, he rode his horse to the brigade for a while, raised his head, and asked with a laugh: "Zhang Songling, is Fatty Zhang here? Do you still remember my brother, I? I have almost beaten my ears out of calluses after listening to your name every day in the past two years."

"Who are you?" Zhang Songling was slightly stunned, and then remembered the group of people he met on the road when he first came to the grassland. He quickly activated his mount to meet him and responded loudly, "How come we didn't remember? We have killed the wild wolf together. You are Wu Yunqi, Brother Wu. I really didn't expect that the person who came to pick him up was you."

"Haha, it wasn't me at first, but I happened to go to the north to visit relatives, so I volunteered to come over with the military sub-district. "Wu Yunqi jumped off his mount and opened his arms to Zhang Songling with the etiquette of receiving friends by the Mongolians. "I'll get to know each other again. My name is Wu Yunqi. Wu Yunqi is a Chinese name based on the homonym, so it was not considered a deceiving you back then."

"No, no." Zhang Songling also flew off the horse, opened his arms and walked forward, and hugged Wuyun with a big hug. Then he gently patted the other party's back with his hands a few times, adding with a smile, "Later, I heard that there was an Eighth Route Army team in Duolun. The captain called Wuyunqi. I had already guessed that it was you. Before leaving from the military sub-district, I also saw your photos on the honor list in the conference room."

"So, we brothers are destined to be together." Wuyunqi's temperament, with the inherent generousness of the Mongolians, took half a step back and said, "I saw you first in the mountains, and I thought you and me might be the same person. Sure enough, now, we have finally gotten together."

"I thought you, Brother Wu, the first time I saw you, I couldn't be an ordinary Mongolian businessman." Zhang Songling also smiled and responded with a little emotion.

When he met the other party in the mountains, he keenly smelled the breath of gun oil from the carriage, but the enemy and we didn't know at that time and didn't expose it. Looking back now, the time when Wuyunqi must have been transporting guns for the guerrillas. He walked over one by one along the way, but he was not caught by the Japanese. This ability and courage are really amazing.

While he was just sighing, the cavalry company elder Yang had already rode his horse up, jumped off his mount beside him, raised his hand to salute Wuyun, "Instructor Wu, Yang Renzhong of the Second Team said hello to you, do you still remember me?"

"What do you mean? How could I not remember?" Wu Yunqi raised his hand to his forehead and returned the greeting with a smile. "One of the students I taught in the military sub-district last year, you are the fastest-progressing one. I saw your name in the telegram two days ago, and I told my brothers that it's simple now. You and Fatty Zhang are both old acquaintances, and you will never be afraid of being deceived by others when you meet up."

Even though he said that, he quickly turned around and took out a finely crafted cowhide bag from under the saddle of the war horse, and took out a few pages of the documents from it, "Look at it, there is no problem, if there is no problem, we will officially start the handover."

Seeing this, Zhang Songling hurried back to his own team, took out the handover documents he carried from the saddle of the unavailable mount, and handed them over to Wuyunqi for review as agreed in advance.

The document review work was completed quickly and the students were also led by Zhang Songling to Wu Yunqi and introduced each other to their escorts in the second half. After all the handover procedures were completed, Wu Yunqi looked up at the sky and suggested with a smile: "Eat dry food all the way, everyone must be very annoyed. Don't be busy walking back first. Follow me, I'll find you a place to have a tooth sacrifice."

"Tooth-killing sacrifice." Zhang Songling was stunned for a moment, looked at Wu Yunqi and the soldiers behind him in surprise. No matter how carefully he looked, he could not see that there was enough fresh food hidden on everyone.
Chapter completed!