Chapter 3 Heaven and Earth (three times) "Be careful." "Don't take risks" All the grown-up men raised their voices in unison and shouted to dissuade them. They knew that the damn fat man "loved to be in the limelight", but no one expected that he would die. The fat man "loved the limelight" to the point of dying. He held a saber to block dozens of pseudo-Mongolian troops, as if he had three heads and six arms. As the art of war goes, don't be afraid of returning to the army. Especially the broken troops who are chased and have no way out are the most dangerous. If they are desperate and desperate, even if Fatty Zhang really has three heads and six arms, he can still block the attacks of several opponents. , don¡¯t end up in the limelight without success, but risk your own life. In that case, who will be responsible for leading everyone to continue northward. It was too late, but it was fast. Before the dissuasive voices of several half-year-old boys could be heard, Zhang Songling's horse had already jumped hundreds of meters away. The horse's hooves set off a straight line of yellow smoke on the dry grass. He paused and pointed directly in front of the defeated troops. "Get out of the way." "Dead, dead." "Looking for death." The Japanese and puppet troops, who were fleeing in panic, were anxious and angry. They raised their long and short spears and pointed them at the audacious blockers. "Bang, bang, bang, bang," They fought randomly, but unfortunately none of them were Ru Yunlong, and they didn't have the accuracy of the latter's galloping horse to pierce the Yangtze at a hundred steps. All the bullets fired in a hurry fell into the air, not even touching a hair on Zhang Songling's body. Seeing that he was about to collide head-on with the blocker, the guy who was running at the front of the rout quickly dropped his carbine and reached out to draw his sword from behind. He wanted to use the speed of his horse to cut the blocker in half with a high arm. He raised it, clenched his teeth, and his eyes were filled with cold light. Just when the blade was about to fall, the blocker suddenly turned his body sideways, and then with a flick of his wrist, the saber was drawn diagonally like a whip. "Ah," "Pah." Panic screams and the sound of the blade hitting an object followed one after another. Immediately afterwards, a red light held up half of the head and jumped into the air. The puppet soldier lost half of his head. Holding on to the horse's reins with one hand, he continued to be carried forward by his mount, blood and water mixed with his breasts spurting out all the way, until all the life in his body was gone, and he fell off the saddle like a dead wood pile. The lonely mount was left behind, whining and rushing into the distance. Zhang Songling didn't care about the life or death of his target and continued to hit the stirrup hard. On the first day he learned to kill on horseback, Ru Yunlong taught him that he must make full use of the speed of his mount and slash with one strike without looking back. The Dongyang under his crotch The horse was quickly stimulated to its full potential, its hooves spread wide, and it rushed towards the other two defeated soldiers like a cloud. They were two Japanese instructors with mustaches. They were obviously masters of mounted combat. When they noticed that the blocker was rushing toward them, they immediately pulled the reins in a tacit understanding. The two horses quickly adjusted their directions, like scissors. Like double blades, one left and one right, it pinched the blocker head-on. The distance between the two sides quickly shortened, from two or three feet to two or three feet in the blink of an eye. Zhang Songling quickly swung his arm outwards and used the back of the knife to knock away the blade from the left. He immediately leaned back and swung his arm back. , another steel knife was swept against the tip of his nose, and the cold air stimulated his eyebrows to stand up one by one. Immediately afterwards, there was a familiar dull feeling in the palm of the hand holding the knife, and several red streaks were smooth. A flash of light flashed before his eyes, and the next moment, the saber in his hand quickly stood up, blocking it directly above his left shoulder. Several sparks flew out, and the Japanese instructor on the left failed to attack again, and was led by his mount to rub against him. As he passed by, just when the distance between the two sides was about to widen, Zhang Songling suddenly had a box cannon in his left hand. His body twisted like a spring, "ping ping ping ping ping -" a string of bullets seemed to have eyes. He caught up with the Japanese instructor on the left, leaving several bloody holes in his body. At this time, the corpse of the Japanese instructor on the right fell off the horse. Zhang Songling rushed out from between the two corpses like a murderer, holding a knife in one hand and a gun in the other, majestic and radiant. "Fat Zhang, it's Fatty Zhang." Someone in the rout finally recognized his identity and exclaimed in despair. He hadn't heard anything about this man for more than a year. The Mongolian and Han puppet troops They all thought that he would never return to the grassland. Who would have expected that at the most unlucky moment for everyone, they would encounter this evil star again. No one was willing to fight this evil star head-on. There was no hope of victory. However, a few puppet soldiers had no time to move their horses to avoid them, so they had no choice but to raise their sabers and swing them like windmills in front of their eyes. Zhang Songling He slashed down with the knife and disemboweled the puppet soldier closest to him. Then he pointed the flat end of the cannon in his left hand at the next target and pulled the trigger. Strings of bullets jumped out of the muzzle and killed the puppet soldier. Both men and horses were beaten into a sieve. Seeing that the situation was not good, the third puppet soldier dropped his weapon and pressed his head firmly against the horse's neck. Zhang Songling passed by him in the wrong stirrup, and cut diagonally with the sword in his right hand. With the help of the war horse, At such a speed, one thigh was removed. The injured puppet soldier let out a loud scream and fell to the ground from the other side of the mount. The wound wasThere, blood gushed out like a fountain. The surrounding puppet soldiers fled one after another. Zhang Songling rode his horse and wielded his knife, as if he was in an uninhabited land. One of the puppet soldiers was caught by him because he turned too slowly. He did not even have the courage to resist, so he immediately released the reins and took the initiative. Falling off the horse that was galloping at high speed, there was a "Plop!" and yellow smoke splashed more than four feet high. The puppet soldier who took the initiative to fall off the horse immediately fainted, and his life or death was unknown. Another puppet soldier who was hiding a little slower continued to turn his mount around while crying loudly for mercy, "Master Zhang, Master Zhang, I didn't know it was you, I didn't know it was you. I still have my mother and children at home. Please, please.¡± Zhang Songling raised her wrist angrily and let the man go at the last moment. ¡°Surrender without killing me,¡± he shouted loudly, still looking for new opponents. The puppet soldiers beside him might be. No one dared to say "no" whether they were riding horses and running away, or simply raising their hands and surrendering. At this time, a platoon of brothers from the cavalry company finally caught up and used the method of hunting on the grassland to block back the puppet soldiers who tried to escape one by one. Anyone who dared to resist were chopped off from their horses. Each corpse had been stabbed four or five times before death, and the state of death was horrific. Realizing that there was no hope of breaking out, more puppet Mongolian troops chose to dismount and surrender. After a long period of contact, they had already understood the policies of the Eighth Route Army clearly. As long as they gave up resistance on their own initiative, they would usually not be treated harshly, especially those who Those who have no blood debt in their hands will at most have their weapons confiscated. After being taught a lesson, they will be sent home. And they can still surrender a second time on the battlefield next time. The opponent will definitely not repeat the old score. But if they fall into the hands of the independent battalion chasing after them, their fate will be much more miserable. They will not be able to escape after being beaten with a powerful whip. After the whip, they will be forced to perform labor service and build fortifications for the independent camp. Or a bunker. If Zhou Heitan is in a bad mood one day, he may be tied up and buried alive. Anyway, the Japanese also dealt with people from the independent battalion in the same way. No one should accuse anyone of cruel methods. However, some people would rather go to hell immediately. This was the case for the Japanese consultant who was blocked in the center of the battle group at this moment. Seeing that his side was in a desperate situation, he simply grabbed his mount, then turned around and gave the other one a hard tug. The reins of a war horse tied a Mongolian woman with her hands around the horse's neck and her head was completely covered with a cloth bag, exposing her. "Get out of the way, or I will kill this woman first." The Japanese consultant quickly pressed the saber on the woman's neck and shouted threats in fluent Chinese at the cavalry blocking the road. Everyone around was stunned, including the puppet soldiers who were climbing down from their horses. None of them expected that the Japanese consultant, who usually kept silent about himself as a samurai, would be so shameless as to take a follower. An unrelated woman was used as a hostage to force the cavalry of the Eighth Route Army to get out of the way. She was so embarrassed that Zhang Songling's voice suddenly sounded in her ears again, calm and cold, "If you want to kill her, do it quickly. I don't know her. Whether you kill her or not is none of my business." "You" Next, it was the Japanese consultant's turn to be surprised. He stared at Zhang Songling with a pair of green bean eyes. He refused to accept the answer given by the latter in any case, "You, you are the Eighth Route Army. You are working on the Eighth Route Army. You are watching helplessly." If I kill her, how will you explain it to the people around you?" Zhang Songling quietly glanced at the hostage again at a speed that the other party could not detect. He vaguely felt that he should have seen this woman somewhere before, but he couldn't see it. Looking at the other party's face, he could not further confirm the identity of the woman. He had to pretend to be indifferent and responded with a sneer, "How we explain to the people is none of your business, but I can assure you that if you chop her, I will After I catch you, I will pay you back tenfold. I promise you, I will never let you die happily before I finish the last blow. If you don't believe me, you can do it now." "You" the Japanese consultant gritted his teeth in anger. , but he really didn¡¯t have the courage to bet on whether Zhang Songling¡¯s threat was true. He had seen the way the other party was riding his horse to kill the enemy just now. He could definitely be called cruel and ruthless, killing people without blinking an eye. If this person really tortured him one by one. Death, the mountains are high on the grassland and the emperor is far away. The Eighth Route Headquarters may not hear the relevant news, nor may there be any punishment for this person. "Little Jaap, get off your horse and surrender." "Surrender, I promise to give you a happy life." "How shameless are you to take a woman as a hostage" Just when the Jaap adviser was hesitant, he chased and killed The soldiers of his independent battalion also arrived. Seeing the shameless behavior of the Japanese adviser, they all reprimanded him. "Back off, everyone back off." The devil consultant's eyes turned red instantly, he put a knife on the Mongolian woman's neck and shouted loudly, "Otherwise, I will kill her with one knife and let Queen Siqin come to you in person. Trouble." The soldiers of the independent battalion took the initiative to retreat. This was the first time Zhang Songling heard that the hostages were still following Sri Lanka.The queen was implicated, and quickly and secretly looked at the other party. A familiar face vaguely appeared in her heart. After a slight hesitation, he shouted loudly: "Wait a minute, listen to me first. I will let you go for this hostage. I'm sure." Impossible, but I can give you another path to choose. You put her down, and then we have a fair duel. As long as you beat me, our Eighth Route Army will guarantee that you leave safely. If you lose, don't worry. You died unjustly." "Little devil, do you dare?" "Little devil, if you don't dare, don't brag that you are a warrior. I have never seen such a shameful warrior." "Little devil, be happy. "Son, don't embarrass your emperor." "Shoot, shoot, we don't know that woman, why should we let Captain Zhang take the risk?" The brothers of the independent battalion have great confidence in Zhang Songling, led by the deputy. Battalion Commander Li Laojiu led the team and loudly called for formation to the little Japanese adviser. Instead, it was the Eighth Route Army cavalry company and the escorted young students. Not everyone was familiar with Zhang Songling's past, so they felt a pinch for him. Bahan, especially the girls such as Yang Liu and Li Fang, were so anxious that they gritted their teeth and stamped their feet, wishing that the soldiers would raise their guns right now, regardless of the life and death of the hostages, and beat the little Japanese into a hornet's nest first. "Hey." Amidst the scornful shouts, the Japanese consultant's face became redder and redder, and he finally made up his mind, pushed the hostage aside, and jumped off the horse, "I'll follow you. No one is allowed to ride a horse in this competition. If I win, your people must promise to let me go." "It's a deal." Zhang Songling also jumped off the mount happily, raising the blade between his eyebrows with both hands, "As long as it's done. You won me over."