Chapter 4 Men (No. 1 Middle School)

"Yes, they are trapped to death." Zhao Tianlong slapped the table and laughed, as excited as if he had just robbed a car of red goods.

The Heishizhai area is rich in leather, medicinal materials, cheese and meat, but food, vegetables, tea and other essential foods are very lacking, especially the latter two, which are almost all based on external input. Once the input channel is blocked, the enemy in the city can only live by eating dried meat. It won’t take long to get many discomfort symptoms due to lack of vitamins.

"I can only say that I try my best to cause some trouble for the Japanese and slow down their gathering speed!" Zhang Songling shook his head and smiled and shrugged. "This time the Japanese have put on a stance at any cost. The difficulties in supplying materials in a short period of time are not enough to make them retreat. I guess there will be a fierce battle between us and the Japanese sooner or later, but both sides are not fully prepared and no one is sure to win."

"Then why don't we do it first?" Zhao Tianlong did not have the habit of being passively beaten. He immediately thought of taking action before the Japanese were ready. However, seeing Zhang Songling's appearance as if nothing had happened, he quickly scratched his head and added with a smile: "Look at me, I'm making a blind idea again. I guess how to deal with Japanese devils. You and Lao Fang have already discussed it. What should I do? If you want, send a telegram to the royal palace."

"What Lao Fang and I mean is that you'd better take the time to go to Bethune International Hospital. The doctors there are very rich experience and maybe they can come up with better solutions." Zhang Songling pondered for a moment, and finally decided to go straight.

In the past few months when Zhao Tianlong was not on the mountain, the morale of his brothers has dropped a lot, especially the cavalrymen, although they are still serious and brave in training and combat, they always seem to be missing something. Many times, they are like training for training and fighting for battle, rather than doing so, and are full of passion at all times.

Therefore, it is urgent to let Zhao Tianlong return to the team to cure his injuries, but his physical condition is not allowed to make such a request, so he can only try his best to create better medical conditions for him before he can discuss the issue of continuing to fight from the mountains.

"If you don't go, don't go, why don't you go?" Zhao Tianlong heard it, his head immediately shook like a rattle. "Doctor Zhu said that I'm damaged by spinal nerves, and surgeons all over the world can't solve it. Isn't this the uncle Scar and Lu come down with you? Let him stay in the palace for a few more days, give me acupuncture, and take some medicine. Maybe the problem that Western medicine can't do anything about can be solved immediately by using traditional Chinese medicine."

Zhang Songling personally experienced the medical skills of Lao Scar. Although this person had not learned Western medicine for a day and had no integrity in his words and actions, his skills were indeed very strong. All the injuries in the guerrillas were handled by him, and he repeatedly pulled the serious injury back from the brink of death.

While he was hesitating whether to persuade me a few more words, Zhao Tianlong said with a smile: "Anyway, the shrapnel has been cleaned, and the rest is all for recuperation. Uncle Scar's decoction and acupuncture may not be worse than the ones of foreigners. You are here just in time. Leave me the Eastern White Dragon Horse and bring the rhubarb back to the mountain. I want to learn how to ride a horse again, and change the obedient one, which is easier to get started."

"The White Dragon Horse was brought down for you!" Zhang Songling agreed to Zhao Tianlong's request very happily. The Eastern White Horse is a special mount for officers carefully cultivated by the Japanese. Although the sprint speed is not as good as Zhao Tianlong's yellow horse, it is easier to control. When trotting, he also takes a steady step and will not easily drop the owner on his back.

"Take the yellow yellow back and squat in the palace to keep fat. It is almost gone." Zhao Tianlong took Zhang Songling's words and reiterated again.

"How could that happen?" Zhang Songling quickly waved his hand hard, "Dahuang has always recognized you alone. Besides, I rarely lead the team to charge anymore and only command the back. It follows me, and it has no use at all."

"That's better than raising an elderly person in the royal palace!" As if fearing that his mount would not be able to find a man of his mount, Zhao Tianlong strongly recommended to Zhang Songling, "Take it with you, if you don't ride it, just ride it for others, Lao Fang, Lao Zheng, Xiao Batu and others, anyone can do. Dahuang is a good horse, and his destination in this life is destined to be on the battlefield. Don't delay it because of my master."

"Brother Long." Suddenly realized something, Zhang Songling raised his head and looked at his good friend's eyes quietly. However, in those copper bell-like eyes, he did not see any resentment or reluctance, only the tranquility and tolerance he was familiar with, as if the lake surface after a storm.

"Don't let my mother-in-law take it with you. I'll be able to go back soon. I believe in Uncle Scar's medical skills." Zhao Tianlong smiled faintly, his face full of peace.

"At that time, I'll treat you to roast lamb on the mountain." Zhang Songling stretched out his hand, shook Zhao Tianlong's hand, and made a promise softly.

"Don't go back if you're drunk." Zhao Tianlong stretched out his other hand, patted his back twice, and responded with a smile.

The communication between confidants did not require too much language. The two of them casually talked about other topics. Seeing that it was getting late, they bowed to say goodbye.

Zhao Tianlong's yellow horse was obviously unwilling to separate from his master. As soon as he walked out of the gate of the palace, he suddenly stopped. His four hooves were nailed to the grass like iron nails. No matter how Zhang Songling coaxed him, he refused to move forward.

Seeing this, Zhao Tianlong had to walk to Huang Pima himself, hold up its face, whisper, pat it lightly, and whisper. After a lot of effort, he finally convinced Huang Pima and let Zhang Songling climb onto the saddle. The sun also set on the edge of the sea of ​​grass. The round orange-red round was held by Lian Tian Qiu Grass, floating in the wind, up and down, rendering the whole world as unreal as a dream.

"I'm leaving. When I'm fine, I often come over to see you." Zhao Tianlong slapped Huang Pima's butt hard, stimulating the latter half a foot away. "Take care, I'll wait for your good news here."

"Teacher Long, take care of you, we are waiting for your good news." Zhang Songling turned half of his body from the horse's back and waved hard at his good friend. In the shimmering autumn light, he saw Zhao Tianlong's figure shining particularly tall by the sunset behind him, with blue sky above his head and ground on the ground, surrounded by an endless green ocean.

"Take care,." Zhao Tianlong's arm raised high, waved it hard under the setting sun until the yellow horse carried the back of his good brother and completely integrated with the autumn light.

When the sound of horse hooves completely disappeared, his arm fell down and hit his thigh hard. It didn't hurt, and there was almost no pain at all. Other feelings were extremely weak. Deep inside, the feeling of needle-like stinging in his heart, causing him to stagger and almost unable to stand firm.

He knew that the brothers were looking forward to his return as soon as possible, and also understood Zhang Songling's kindness. However, how could the deputy captain of the guerrillas be appointed by a disabled person? It would not bring any improvement to the team's combat effectiveness, but would instead make the entire guerrillas and the entire Black Stone Base area a joke among others.

At that time, he personally promised that he would never defile the flag on his head in this life. Even if it was a little bit, he would never be the dragon that Zhao Tianlong, who would be convinced by words.

The sun is jumping, leaving a lonely and proud figure on the sea of ​​grass.
Chapter completed!