Chapter 3 Heaven and Earth (Eleventh)

At this moment, Zhang Songling had no intention of joking with the dark clouds. He stammered with a blushing face, then put down his fire chopsticks, fell asleep. After breakfast the next day, he immediately called Lao Yang and led the cavalry company and the soldiers of the Black Stone Guerrillas to return to the south.

There was no need to accommodate and protect the students along the way, and the speed of the marching increased much immediately. In just six days, we returned to the center of the Black Stone Base, Lamagou Qilin Ridge.

Looking at the familiar grass and trees, Zhang Songling felt excited. He finally came back officially and could continue to fight side by side with his good brothers in the future. Using the knowledge learned in the military academy, he built the Black Stone Base into a real steel caltrop, and pierced it on the heels of the Mongolian garrison troops, making them suffer in great pain every move.

In addition, the Yete Right Banner of the Wuqin, the Yete Right Banner of Zhou Hei Carbon Black Stone Independent Camp, the Yete Left Banner of the Wuqin, and even the front banner of the Duke of Zhenguo Baolige can be regarded as ready-made or potential allies. The painting of the land is not in line with the long-term interests of the Black Stone guerrillas and expelling the little ghosts from the grassland is not just the responsibility of the Black Stone guerrillas. The Mongols who grew up here since childhood, the Han people who came here to clear the land from their ancestors and parents, and the primitive tribes who rode on horseback and chased water and grass, were also unwilling to continue to endure the oppression of the Japanese. As long as the guerrillas showed enough strength and stretched out their hands to them at the right opportunity, I believe that no one would turn around.

A blueprint full of hope is about to unfold, and it is about the Black Stone Guerrillas. After years of accumulation of the old captain Wang Huzi, and the unremitting efforts of himself, Long Ge, Fang Guoqiang and others, the future of the guerrillas is like the new leaves at the treetops, full of late spring sunshine.

But why is the mountain road so quiet today? Perhaps because of being too excited, Zhang Songling felt a little uneasy in his heart while being excited. Logically, the soldiers on duty in the previous few posts would come out to greet him when they saw the figure of their captain. Last time they came back, they did this. Why did it take only half a month to get everyone’s attitude towards them?

With a little confusion, Zhang Songling instigated his mount to continue walking up the mountain, and walked to the first level. He finally saw two familiar faces, looking at him with red eyes, and before he could speak, tears rolled over his face.

"What's wrong? What happened?" Zhang Songling's heart suddenly stopped beating, flew off the horse, and grabbed the soldier who was relatively close. "Xiao Wang, what happened on the mountain? Has anyone sacrificed? Tell me quickly, I'll order you as the captain and report it truthfully."

"Captain" Although Zhang Songling was following a whole company of guests, the soldier Xiao Wang cried bitterly, "Brother Long, Brother Long is injured, Uncle Scar, Uncle Scar is rescuing him. It's been a day and a night, wow."

"What did you say?" Zhang Songling was blown up from his head, and his eyes were blackened by the blow, and his ears were buzzing. "Say it again, who was injured, how did he get hurt, where was the injury?"

"Yes, it's Brother Long." When Xiao Wang heard Zhang Songling's question like a cannon, he cried louder. He was originally a little beggar who had no food and clothing. It was Brother Long who picked him up from the snow and led him up the mountain. It was Brother Long who let him eat his first full meal in his life. It was Brother Long who taught him to shoot, and Brother Long who personally helped him on the back of the horse.

"Don't cry, tell me where Brother Long was injured and why did he get hurt." Zhang Songling's eyes burst into flames and slapped Xiao Wang hard, his voice and expression were harsh.

"I, I don't know, I don't know, wuwu." Xiao Wang was beaten, raised his peach-like eyes and responded cryingly, "He was covered in blood at the time, and then Political Commissar Fang ordered martial law throughout the mountain."

"The report to the captain, Du Waizui and Captain Zheng carried Brother Long back. It was around 10 o'clock yesterday morning. We didn't see clearly where the injury was. Now the political commissar Fang ordered a temporary blockade of the public." Another guerrilla was a little calmer than Xiao Wang. Seeing that his companions always spoke inconsistently, he rushed to report to Zhang Songling.

"Everyone is carried back, and he is blocking his fart." Zhang Songling was anxious and angry, and his anger seemed to be ejaculated at any time. He pulled the reins hard. He turned his head and jumped onto the mount, "Old Yang, I'll go up first, please take your brothers and walk slowly behind you."

"Oh, just go, leave the rest to me." Yang, the cavalry company elder who belongs to the Military Sub-district Guard Regiment, quickly agreed and raised his hand to salute Zhang Songling. Before he could finish his words, Zhang Songling's mount had already rushed more than ten feet away, and the people and horses seemed to fly, wiping the rugged rocks on both sides of the mountain road at lightning.

"Be careful of the steep road." Old Yang quickly opened his throat and gave a loud reminder, then looked at the direction where Zhang Songling disappeared. The war horses bred by hybrid Western breeds and Mongolian horses have many advantages such as strong explosive power, long-lasting endurance and no feed selection. However, their adaptability to complex terrain is far less than that of Mongolian earth horses. The mountain roads of Qilin Ridge are obviously opened to strengthen defense. Many places are tightly attached to the edge of the cliff. If a horse is riding under the crotch, it will fall to the front hoof.

At this moment, Zhang Songling couldn't hear what Lao Yang was calling. His whole mind was full of Zhao Tianlong's shadow. The strong man who broke the steel knife and pulled himself back from the gate of hell with one shot. The man who tried every means to bring himself to join the guerrillas and determined that this was the only good friend in the world who chose correctly. The cavalry captain who fought side by side with him and led the team to charge against the Japanese machine gun. The good brother who stood by him immediately after Red Beard passed away and firmly maintained his captain's authority. The chivalrous and brave helper who was the best in the three armies. Good colleagues

The brothers on duty at all checkpoints along the way could understand the captain's mood at this time and made it clear in advance. They were as worried about the injury of deputy captain Zhao Tianlong, like Zhang Songling. For several years, everyone had been accustomed to the days of leaping on horseback under the leadership of Brother Long. In my impression, I had never seen Brother Long fall off his mount. Even in the most intense battle for the defense of Qilin Ridge, in order to create a transfer opportunity for Red Beard and the people at the foot of the mountain, he led everyone to rush towards the enemy army that was several times more than him again and again. He suffered only a little skin trauma and did not even apply anti-inflammatory powder. He just found sour wine to rush, and then jumped onto the horse's back and led everyone to continue galloping.

However, just when the Japanese in Black Stone City were almost knocked down, Brother Long, who had an indestructible body, was suddenly seriously injured by everyone as his idol in life. He was spotted with blood from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain. When everyone saw the dying figure on Du Waizui's back, his first feeling was that this was not true. How could this be possible? Who in the world could hurt Brother Long? However, the reality was extremely cold, so cold that it made people almost unstable. Brother Long was injured and was blown down by a daily grenade from less than five meters away from behind. There was almost no complete place on the back.

"Uncle Scar is still rescuing, we have enough Western medicine this time." In addition to making the road and clearing out all possible obstacles in advance, the soldiers at each level did not forget to report what they knew to their captain as much as possible when the horse passed. "Political Commissar Fang has sent a telegram to the military sub-district for help, and the surgeons will be sent there." "The century-old ginseng I bought for Team Wang last time is still there, and Uncle Scar has already fed Brother Long." "Several people who can transfusion blood have been found. The military sub-district has sent our health staff to ours and know how to transfusion blood." ""

Regarding the kindness of the soldiers, Zhang Songling responded with a decisive order, "block news to the outside world as much as possible, and block it as long as it can."

Zhao Tianlong is not only the deputy captain of the Black Stone Guerrillas, but also the soul of all the cavalry. The Dinghai Shen Needle in the entire base area, and almost every person in the guerrillas who fought on horseback, had received more or less guidance from him. Including Zhang Songling himself, he taught most of the riding and sword skills. He did not hide anything when teaching. If his injury was too serious, the offensive power in the guerrillas would be reduced by at least half in a short period of time, and the eyes that were peeping into the base area would definitely take the opportunity to stir up the wind and rain.

Walking up the way, accepting the kindness of the soldiers along the way, Zhang Songling's mind has recovered a little bit of rationality when entering the main camp gate. In any case, he must put his full efforts in rescuing Zhao Tianlong first. At this time, as the captain, he must not seem too panic. Otherwise, he will only let the snoops around see the cheaper, which will only make the complex situation that the guerrillas originally faced, and will become even worse.

Trying to restrain the anxiety in his heart, he turned his horse's head and rushed straight to the large ward specially opened for Lao Cai. Along a distance, he saw figures on the third floor and the third floor of the inner and outer floors. All the brothers who had not done their jobs rushed over. Standing outside the large ward, anxiously waiting for the news inside. Several people who were tested for blood types similar to Brother Long, regardless of the steep wind of the mountain, showed their arms naked and waited in line at the main entrance of the ward. Just waiting for the health officer to show up, they fought for the next chance to get blood drawn.

Seeing Zhang Songling's figure appear, the brothers were stunned for a moment, and then quickly gave up a passage. The captain came back, and the most learned captain came back. He had saved the entire guerrilla team many times at critical moments. This time, Brother Long was in trouble, how could he not surprise everyone again?

"People who don't donate blood will go back to rest immediately. If everyone is exhausted, what if the Japanese run to the base area to cause damage, who will expel them?" Zhang Songling flew off the horse, took a deep breath first, and then pretended to be calm and calm, saying that he was the captain of the entire Black Stone Guerrillas. Brother Long was injured. At this time, he must show his calmness and strength.

No one moved, and all the brothers looked at him quietly, their eyes full of expectations.

"Old Zheng, take me back to rest. Don't forget that you are the squadron leader of our guerrillas, not the common people at the foot of the mountain." Zhang Songling frowned, hardened his heart and began to tilt his eyes, sweeping through the crowd like the north wind, without any comfort inside.

"Yes." The first squadron leader Lao Zheng had to agree and slowly walked out. The cadres in the team thought about it and understood the good intentions of their team leader. They forced themselves to hold back the sadness in their hearts and turned around silently.

Under the leadership of the cadres, the brothers left one after another. Every time they took a few steps, they couldn't help but turn around and see if there was a miracle in the room within these few seconds. Brother Long was a man who was so fierce. How could he be knocked down by a grenade? The captain had already come back to see him. The two brothers had not met for more than a year. How could he bear it and how could he continue to fall asleep?

Just as everyone was staggering, under the windowsill, a guy suddenly jumped up with a swollen face that could no longer tell who it was. He ran to Zhang Songling in front of him with a "thump" and knelt down on both knees: "Captain, you, shoot me. Brother Long was injured to save me. I was anxious to grab the credit and dragged down Brother Long. It was me, I wanted to catch a living, so I gave the Japanese a chance to throw grenades. It was me, it was me, it was me."

"Du Waizui." Zhang Songling was stunned for a moment and stopped hesitating. From the voice, he determined that Du Waizui was kneeling in front of him, but the man's face was covered with bruises, his body was covered with footprints, and his waist was hunched like a beggar. He did not see any of the character he had when he forced others to accept his guerrillas.

"Don't be hypocritical here," a soldier Zhang Songling had never seen before followed, raised his legs and kicked Du Waizui, and then reported to Zhang Songling loudly, "When the grenade landed, Brother Long pressed him under his body. Otherwise, he should be the one who was being rescued now. This turtle man wanted to make contributions and was crazy, and he actually went to carry the Japanese wounded, Brother Long, Brother Long."

Before he finished speaking, his eyes turned red again, tears rolled down. Other soldiers around him also gritted their teeth and stepped forward, punching and kicking Du Waizui again. The latter neither dodged nor begged for mercy. He just kept crying, "Photo shoot me, shoot me, it was me who dragged Brother Long, it was me, it was me who was obsessed with rushing to capture the prisoners."

"Stop, stop hitting, how should we deal with him? According to our guerrilla discipline." Zhang Songling was also hated Du Waizui in his heart at this moment, but he couldn't watch this person being beaten to death by his brothers. He scolded him softly, then bent down and pulled Du Waizui from the ground, "Can you still go by yourself? If you can, you can go back and rest first, don't think too much, as long as you are not."
Chapter completed!