Chapter 3 Storm (Three Scores)

"It's you," said the question. Yesterday, he had met this strong man like a black iron tower twice, and both saw contempt and hostility in the other party's eyes. No matter what, he could not have imagined that at a critical moment, he was rescued by this person who had been hostile to him.

"Why, don't you want me to help?" Hei Tieta raised his eyebrows, and his eyes were like two tangible knives, and he thrust over him.

Zhang Songling was very uncomfortable by these two sharp gazes. The 38 gun in his hand instinctively raised it up, but he only lifted it halfway and was forced down by him. The Black Iron Tower had no malicious intentions towards him, otherwise he would not have rescued him. Although the tone of this person was a little rushing and his momentum was a little too aggressive.

"Hmph." The Black Iron Tower's reaction speed was faster than everyone Zhang Songling had ever seen. Almost the moment he saw the muzzle of the 38 gun tremble, he lifted the box cannon, and at the same time he quickly turned sideways on the horse's back, and hovered in mid-air with the top of the saddle sitting down at forty-five degrees.

"No, I didn't mean that, brother, don't misunderstand." Zhang Songling quickly dropped the 38 gun and waved his hand to the Black Iron Tower. Not to mention that there was only one bullet in the 38 gun at this moment, even if it filled the entire magazine, he was unwilling to have a conflict with the Black Iron Tower. First of all, there was no grudge between the two sides, and there was no need to fight with their lives. Secondly, he was not sure that he could hit the other party, let alone avoid the other party's counterattack.

"Hmph, you're not good at it." Seeing the rifle that Zhang Songling took the initiative to drop, the Black Iron Tower also put away the box cannon and sat down on the saddle again. "If I had known this, I would rather let you chop it up for Boss Lian."

Hearing the other party taking the initiative to mention his life-saving grace, Zhang Songling felt more and more embarrassed, hugged his hands and bowed, and apologized with a wry smile, "I didn't mean to point a gun at my brother's head just now, but I'm just used to reactions. I'm going to Zhang Songling, thank you for your life-saving grace."

"My name is Zhao Tianlong." Hei Tieta also clasped his fists on the horse's back as if Zhang Songling was like, "Not mentioning the grace of saving lives or not. I owe you my favor first, so I rushed over and repay it to you."

"I owe me my favor." Zhang Songling was a little confused. In addition, he had only met the Black Iron Tower three times this time today. The two sides had known each other for more than forty hours. How could anyone owe a favor to the Black Iron Tower? Besides, from the boss's reaction just now, it is inferred that the Black Iron Tower Zhao Tianlong must be a famous figure on the grassland, so why should he, the new nameless junior, help?

"I was waiting for someone on the road today." The strong man smiled, his eyes still sharp, but his dark face was already filled with sunshine. "I didn't expect you to do what I should do in front of you, making me wait for a fool."

"You want to kill Zhu Er, too." The surprised words blurted out again, and then a smile surged across Zhang Songling's face. If he hadn't wanted to deal with the dog traitor Zhu Er, how could Zhao Tianlong be on the same road with him twice yesterday? If he hadn't wanted to eliminate harm for the people, why did Zhao Tianlong arrive in time when he was fighting with a few dog-legged men?

"That's a mess, I'm not the only one who wants to kill him." Zhao Tianlong, the Black Iron Tower, smiled again, and a few warmth appeared in his cold eyes. "But no one is as decisive as you. I just started stepping on the plate yesterday, and I shot his head this morning."

With his hand on his chest, Zhao Tianlong smiled and continued to praise, "I shot through the crack of a human being more than 40 feet away. I have been staring at him for a day or two, but I never thought of using this trick."

"Brother Zhao is a guy who has no advantage." Zhang Songling was embarrassed by being praised and quickly waved his hand to deny it. "The biggest feature of the 38 gun is its stable ballistics. If I only have box cannons in my hand, I wouldn't dare to fire that far away."

"Even if there is a elder, I will not be as good as you." Hei Tieta smiled and shook his head, "No one I have ever met is better than you. Have you ever been a soldier or a hunter,"

"I have done it all." Zhang Songling nodded and answered honestly, "Brother, where are you?"

"You can guess, why bother asking me to say it myself." Zhao Tianlong, the Black Iron Tower, glanced at him, suddenly pulled out the box cannon, pointing to the side of himself and Zhang Songling, "Ping, Ping."

Zhang Songling quickly turned his head and saw that the puppet army who had fallen off the horse's back and was undoubtedly shot in the head. Not far away, there was a brand new 38-large gutter, and the other puppet army who had just been killed by Zhao Tianlong was even more dangerous. He leaned over and lie down, his fingers hooked to the trigger of the rifle.

He cried out in his heart, "I'm embarrassed." He quickly bent down and checked the surrounding corpses one by one, confirming that there would be no second fish that had missed the net. Then he raised his head and bowed to Zhao Tianlong again, "Thank you, if you hadn't discovered them, I would..."

"The grass is soft at this time, and it is difficult to throw people to death." Zhao Tianlong waved his hand carelessly, and smiled and pointed out the reason for the other party's mistake in judgment. "You clean up the guys on the ground and I'll chase those two horses. We have to leave quickly, otherwise, when the Japanese cavalry chased us, we wouldn't be able to withstand it."

After saying that, he directly instigated his mount to chase two ownerless war horses hovering on the edge of the battlefield. When he pulled two iron hoofed horses and returned, Zhang Songling had collected all the guns and ammunition on the ground, including two large 38 cushions, six box cannons, and three sabers for Japanese cavalry. The traitor Zhu Er was very willing to spend money on the bodyguards and equipped each of the Lian brothers with double guns, and more than twenty spare magazines were stuffed.

Now, Zhang Songling's urgent need has been solved. Since he was secretly hidden by the Meng father and daughter, his beloved box cannon has basically become a decoration. Every time he encountered an enemy, the seven bullets inside had to be inspected several times. Before the last moment, he would never dare to pull the trigger. Today, not only did the bullets gather a base, but the feeling of happiness of shooting left and right was also picked up again. Among the six box cannons that the traitor Zhu Er gave to the Lian brothers, three of them were original in Germany, and the rifle at the muzzle was still 90% new. It seems that he had not used them seriously at all.

While I was happy, I heard Zhao Tianlong, the Black Iron Tower, loudly suggesting, "Each war horse is one person, the spear and the spear bullet belong to you, the short guy and the short guy are all my bullets belong to me, what do you think?"

"No, no." Zhang Songling smiled and shook his head, "It's useless for me to want so many 38 big gazes. We'll divide the half in equal terms regardless of the length."

"You guy." Unexpectedly, Zhang Songling dared to shamelessly bargain with him. Anger surged in Zhao Tianlong's eyes again, "Why do you want so many box cannons? You are not making a living on the horse's back."

"I was originally two shorts and one long. I lost a short one when I fought for the Japanese last time." Although I didn't have a long contact, Zhang Songling had already predicted that Zhao Tianlong was not a difficult person. While hanging weapons and bullets on the white horse's back, he added with a smile, "If you go back, it will be difficult to pass the Japanese level with your elders. But the box cannon, you can just find a truck to stuff it in and you can handle the inspection."

"That's right." Zhao Tianlong thought for a while, nodded in agreement with Zhang Songling's statement, "Then I will leave you a short guy, half of the bullet, and the big white horse belongs to you, and this snow-green horse is left for me."

"Give you all the spears, half of the bullets, but Snow Green Horse is given to me, and White Horse is given to you." Zhang Songling shook his head, turned over and jumped onto the saddle of Snow Green Horse.

The war horse, which had changed to a new owner, made a few neighs and jumped forward and backwards. Zhang Songling pulled the reins with one hand and clamped the horse's belly with both legs. This was the trick Wu Yunqi taught him on the north road. It was very effective in dealing with disobedient animals. The snow-green horse was strangled and his eyes were raised, and blood was emitting from the corners of his mouth. He barely jumped a few more times, and then stopped fighting and left it to fate.

"Where did you learn this trick?" Zhao Tianlong caught up from behind and asked in surprise.

"I learned from a friend I met on the road." Zhang Songling was also a little surprised that he could tame Xue Qingma so smoothly. He thought about it and answered casually.

"It should be a master who knows horses." Zhao Tianlong smiled and commented while riding his horse, "But your apprentice is not very good. Why don't you want a white horse? It's much more gentle than this snow-green one."

"My first reaction was to fight with a few puppet soldiers just now, to fight against the guy riding a white horse." Zhang Songling smiled and said, "Besides, after killing Zhu Er, the Japanese must have issued a notice to catch the assassin. I rode a white horse everywhere. Don't you think others can't see me?"

"You are not stupid." Zhao Tianlong laughed again, and pulled off a leather pocket from behind his saddle, "Drink, Ma** wine."

"It's okay." Zhang Songling was revenge and felt relieved. He smiled and stretched out a hand.

Zhao Tianlong threw the leather pocket in his hand to him, took off the other one from the saddle again, and raised it high, "Come on, let's have a big mouthful first."

"Okay." Zhang Songling raised his leather pocket, touched the one in Zhao Tianlong's hand in the air, and then fell into his mouth.

The horse** wine is much lower than the grain wine, and the taste is sour and sweet. It is very suitable for the surrounding scenery and Zhang Songling's mood at this moment. After a sip, he felt refreshed. Without Zhao Tianlong's advice, he started drinking like a drink of nectar. In a blink of an eye, he drank more than half of the horse milk wine in the bag.

"Good man." Zhao Tianlong didn't expect that Zhang Songling would drink so happily, and his favor for this person increased greatly. He also followed the other person's appearance and raised his head and swallowed the siphon.

Zhang Songling had already planned to stop, but from the corner of his eyes, he saw Zhao Tianlong's drinking posture, and his heart was immediately filled with a bit of heroism. He opened his mouth and swallowed the remaining drinks.

Within a few short breaths, he drank a whole bag of horse milk wine. Even if the degree of horse milk wine was low, it made him hot all over. Seeing Zhao Tianlong looking at him again, Zhang Songling laughed, threw down his empty pocket, and stretched out his left hand, "Is there anything else, come again."

"Happy." Zhao Tianlong exclaimed loudly, throwing a leather bag full of macadamia wine over again. Zhang Songling untied the rope at the mouth of the bag and drank as he walked. Soon, he drank the second bag of wine again.

His alcohol capacity is actually very ordinary. He relies on his youth and energy to avoid being timid every time. However, today's drinking is too much and too urgent, which is far beyond his tolerance limit. Therefore, in just a moment, his stomach began to swell, and sweat as big as soybeans on his forehead was rolling down.

"Or." Zhao Tianlong took out the third from behind the saddle like a magic trick, and grabbed one with one hand and swayed in front of Zhang Songling's eyes.

I don’t know if I was dizzy or the fact is that, Zhang Songling always felt that Zhao Tianlong’s eyes were weird, stiff and sharp. Even if he had a smile on his face, he could not change the coldness and arrogance in his eyes.

This strange look made Zhang Songling very uncomfortable. Although he knew that he might not be able to drink more than the other party, he also had the idea of ​​fighting in his heart. "Since there, why not drink it?" He leaned out his hand drunk, and his body swayed back and forth on the horse's back. "Zhang Songling likes to make friends with heroes the most. You saved me twice today, and vomit..."
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