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Volume 1 Homelessness Chapter 3 Heaven and Earth (Nine Middle)

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    Chapter 3 Heaven and Earth (Ninth Middle School) "Stay alive." "Bah." Zhang Songling reminded loudly, and at the same time, he pulled the trigger and used a bullet to poke a transparent hole in the thigh of the puppet soldier who ran farthest.  "Ah" The lucky puppet soldier let out a shrill howl and fell down. The palace guard's steel knife swept over his scalp, taking up half of his military cap and a bunch of dirty hair.  , and looking at several of his accomplices, there was no chance of survival. Some had their necks cut off, or half of their bodies were removed. They were lying on the dry land one by one, with blood spurting out from the wounds.  Zhang Songling had been on the battlefield for a long time and was used to such bloody scenes. She put away her gun, jumped off the horse, walked quickly to the puppet soldier whose legs were broken, reached out and grabbed the man's collar, and shouted loudly  Asked, "Tell me, where did you come from? How many waves of people are there this time? What is the target? Apart from the dead ones, do you have any other accomplices nearby?" The first question is completely redundant, since  It's a puppet army, and it must be from Black Rock City. However, the last two questions are a bit tricky. The injured puppet soldier's face turned pale and his teeth chattered. "Of course, he came from Black Rock City. Since he fell into the hands of Mr. Zhang,  In your hands, I admit my mistake, and please ask Master Zhang, don¡¯t force me to lie to you, and give me a good time as soon as possible.¡± He talks about himself as a ¡®little¡¯, a ¡®villain¡¯, in his eyes.  But it was full of rebelliousness. When Zhang Songling saw this, he immediately understood that he had caught a piece of hob meat. Most of these people grew up in bandits' dens since they were young. Even now, they still have nothing but their own lives.  He has no concept of right and wrong, and has little nostalgia for the human world, so he would rather seek death than "betray" his so-called comrades.  Just as he was thinking about how to get useful information out of this man's mouth, the fatter one of the two palace guards had already followed him with his mount, untied a long leather rope from behind the saddle, and without saying a word,  Put a trap on the prisoner's wrist.  "You, what are you going to do, you, if you have the guts, give me a good time, ah" It's strange to say that the captured puppet soldier had the courage to pretend to be a dick with Zhang Songling, but he didn't have the courage to fight with the fat guard of the palace.  Heng, as soon as the leather rope was wrapped around his wrist, he screamed loudly. At the same time, his whole body fell to the ground like a lead weight, refusing to be pulled away by the other party.  "Happy, you have a good idea." The fat guard pouted slightly, put the rope on his shoulder and dragged it hard, dragging the puppet soldier to the horse's tail like a dead dog, then flew up and jumped on the mount, "How dare you come to the palace  Assassination at the door, you should know the consequences. The old rule is that if you are still alive for fifty miles, all the crimes will be paid for." After that, he gently pinched the horse's belly with his legs and dragged the prisoner away, fake.  The military prisoner could play like a dead dog again. How could his body be able to carry the horse? He jumped more than ten steps behind the horse's tail with one leg supported, fell to the ground, and let out a shrill scream, "Ah,,, spare my life, spare my life."  ,Ah,,,I'm recruiting, I'm recruiting, don't drag it, please don't drag it, the Eighth Route Army, the Eighth Route Army treats prisoners well." "You bitch," the fat guard cursed disdainfully, pulled the reins, and dragged the prisoner again.  When they arrived in front of Zhang Songling, it was only twenty or thirty meters back and forth. The clothes on the puppet soldiers had been dragged into tattered strips of cloth. Blood was oozing out from countless large and small wounds at the same time, and the dust on the cloth strips and the cloth strips were  , moistened into balls of dark red mud.  The puppet prisoner's face was pale with pain, but he held on and did not dare to faint. Before Zhang Songling could ask questions, he responded loudly: "I recruit, I recruit, I come from Black Rock City. I am under the command of Staff Officer Baichuan and  Mr. Jiang ordered us to come here to cause random sabotage. We set out at the same time, a total of thirteen groups, without any preset goals. Mr. Jiang said that as long as we can kill a few prominent people on the territory of the guerrillas and the Right Banner,  "It's Jiang Hulu." The fat guard shook the rope vigorously, making the puppet army grin. "A guy who can shoot a black gun deserves to be called 'Master'."  "Yes, it's Jiang Hulu," the prisoner quickly repeated loudly, fearing that he would be delayed again, "It's Jiang Hulu, that bastard Jiang Hulu, he, he doesn't have the ability to confront Mr. Zhang, so, that's why.  After such a damaging move, little one, I didn¡¯t see clearly that it was Mr. Zhang who dared to shoot behind the Japanese. Little one, I really didn¡¯t recognize it was you. If I knew it was you,  I'm back. Even if I had a hundred courages, I wouldn't dare to reach out to you. Oh, I'm telling the truth. The truth, Mr. Zhang. I'm your prisoner. Please, please.  Don't leave the little one to them." While crying and begging for mercy, he tried to roll his body towards Zhang Songling's feet, fearing that he would be handed over to the two palace guards again and be dragged to pieces by the latter tied behind the horse's tail.  "You are my prisoner." Zhang Songling squatted down and emphasized in a low voice, "As long as you confess truthfully, I will not hand you over to them."  "Small move, small move, no matter what you ask, I will recruit you. You are an official of the Eighth Route Army, the Eighth Route Army, and the Eighth Route Army treats prisoners preferentially." The captured puppet army looked up at Zhang Songling as if he had been granted amnesty.  Eyes, reiterated pathetically.  This was the key to why he dared to play tricks with Zhang Songling before. The Eighth Route Army did not kill or torture prisoners, and would do its best to treat prisoners' injuries. As the local armed force of the Eighth Route Army, the Blackstone Guerrillas enforced the same discipline.  , especially in the more than a year since Fang Guoqiang¡¯s arrival, almost every time he fought against the puppet army, the prisoners would not be tortured. Even if the other party refused to abandon the secret and surrender, they would usually lock him up for at least ten days of political lessons.  , they will let the other party leave, and will also give them dry food and a small amount of travel expenses to prevent these guys from starving to death on the way home.  Zhang Songling also encountered a similar situation when he was a trainee company commander in the 24th Regiment. So far, apart from scolding such prisoners for being stubborn, no one in the entire Eighth Route Army can come up with a better solution.  , Therefore, he was not surprised. He shook his head with a smile and continued to ask: "Are there any other accomplices of yours nearby? If you are discovered by the guerrillas or people from the palace, what are your options?  How do we cooperate with each other? If one group encounters trouble, will nearby accomplices rush over to reinforce it? " "No, no, I swear, definitely not." The puppet prisoner lowered his head and rubbed his sleeve, and then kept saying.  Responded, "Our team is the one who has gone the furthest. Well, that little devil whose head you smashed is a stubborn one. He insists on fishing for a big fish around the palace. We, we can't defeat him, so we have to, we have to  Followed, others, others usually don't go this far, Master Jiang, no, no, that bastard Jiang Hulu didn't tell us to look after each other at all, he just said that as long as we kill the guerrillas or Prince Siqin,  People, the common people will spread their grievances on you. After seeing the fate of their accomplices, those traders will not dare to come here no matter how much money they make." "Hiss," Zhang Songling breathed in a low voice, the day before.  Li Laojiu heard that the Japanese and the puppet army started to fight guerrilla warfare, but he didn't take it too seriously. After all, he was an expert in guerrilla warfare. The Japanese and the puppet army were just playing tricks on each other. Now after listening to the prisoners,  After careful consideration, he realized that he might have been too careless before. At this time, the Blackstone Guerrilla Zone had become the Blackstone Base Area, and the role of the guerrillas had also changed from a mobile combat force to the ruler of the base area.  With the protectors, any destructive actions by the Japanese and puppet troops in the base area will cause damage to the reputation and image of the guerrillas, making the people and traders feel that the guerrillas have not fulfilled their responsibility to protect them, and even feel that they have failed to defend the base area.  abilities, and then accumulate over time, shaking the foundation of the entire Black Stone base.  What an insidious move! The grassland is vast and sparsely populated. In the past, the guerrillas could make full use of this unique natural condition to hide and seek with the little devils. But now, the little devils have launched a harassment war for the purpose of pure destruction, and the guerrillas are also hard to guard against.  .  Thinking of the consequences of murders everywhere in the base area, Zhang Songling shuddered. He no longer bothered to ask the prisoner for other details. He first pulled a piece of cloth to wrap the gunshot wound on the man's leg to prevent him from bleeding out and died, and then ordered a  One of the guards returned to the palace to warn Siqin. Another guard went to Xiaopaozi to catch the Japanese and the puppet army horses according to the prisoner's instructions. After the latter brought all the horses to him, he tied the prisoner to the back of one of them.  , and several others were tied in a string as a backup.  They took turns replacing their mounts along the way, and traveled under starry nights. On the afternoon of the next day, they finally rushed back to the guerrilla station with the dying prisoners. Fang Guoqiang had already learned through the mouths of other guerrillas that Japanese soldiers and puppet troops had sneaked into the base area to kill people and steal goods.  After checking the news with the confession Zhang Songling brought back, cold sweat immediately broke out on his forehead.  "I, I suggest, notify, notify all checkpoints, strengthen the inspection of people passing by, and if you find anyone with evil intentions, take them down immediately." Looking at the dusty Zhang Songling, he said loudly, his eyes full of hesitation and  disturbed.  "All the cavalry immediately went down the mountain and started combat patrols in the base area in small groups. If they encountered Japanese soldiers, puppet troops, or those who dared to shoot and sneak attacks, they would be killed on the spot regardless of their identity." In terms of military struggle, Zhang Songling's  He had much more experience than him, so he came up with another set of supplementary measures without even thinking about it.  There are no roads on the grassland. The checkpoints previously set up by the guerrillas can only be used to deal with the harmless Black Rock Independent Camp and passing vendors. If the little devils deliberately come in to cause damage, they will not care whether the checkpoints are at all.  If you find a remote place and take a long detour, you can sneak in without anyone noticing and do whatever you want.  "Well," Fang Guoqiang's brows twitched. He instinctively wanted to remind Zhang Songling whether this was too spicy and to some extent violated the discipline of the Eighth Route Army. However, seeing the murderous look in the other person's eyes, he felt strong.He suppressed the objections that were already on his lips and respected the authority of the captain first. After the Japanese and puppet soldiers were defeated, it would not be too late to make some detailed adjustments to the mission. Anyway, Zhang Songling  In the next day or two, he has to continue to protect the students on their way, so there is really no need for him to distract him from trivial matters.
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