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Volume 1 Homeless Chapter 4 The Man (Part 1)

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    Chapter 4 Men (No. 1 Middle School) "Yes, they were trapped to death." Zhao Tianlong slapped the case and laughed, as excited as if he had just robbed a car of red goods.  The Blackstone Village area is rich in leather, medicinal materials, cheese and meat, but daily necessities such as grain, vegetables, and tea are in short supply, especially the latter two, which almost all rely on external input. Once the input channel is blocked, the enemies in the city will  You can only live by eating dried meat. Soon, you will develop many uncomfortable symptoms due to lack of vitamins.  "I can only say that we try our best to create some trouble for the little devils and slow down their gathering speed!" Zhang Songling shook his head and shrugged with a smile, "The devils have shown a posture of not caring at any cost this time. Due to the difficulties in supplying supplies in a short time,  It is not enough to make them retreat. I estimate that there will be a fierce battle between us and the Japanese sooner or later, but neither side is fully prepared at the moment, and no one is sure of victory. " "Then why don't we strike first.  Strong" Zhao Tianlong was not in the habit of passively being beaten. He immediately thought of taking action before the little devil was ready. However, seeing Zhang Songling's nonchalant look, he quickly scratched his head and added with a smile: "Look at me.  , I'm making random ideas again. I guess you and Lao Fang have already discussed how to deal with the little devil. What's going on, do you want me to return to the team? If necessary, you can send a telegram to the palace. " "I and I.  What Lao Fang means is that you'd better take the time to go to Bethune International Hospital. The doctors there are very experienced and they might be able to come up with a better solution." Zhang Songling pondered for a moment and finally decided to go straight.  In the past few months since Zhao Tianlong was away from the mountain, the morale of the brothers has dropped a lot, especially the cavalry. Although they are still serious and brave in training and combat, they always seem to be a little less than before. Many times  It's like training for the sake of training, fighting for the sake of fighting, instead of being full of passion all the time like before.  Therefore, it is a top priority for Zhao Tianlong to return to the team and heal his injuries, but his physical condition does not allow Zhang Songling to make such a request, so he can only try his best to create better medical conditions for him before talking about continuing to fight.  "If you don't go, don't go, why bother?" Zhao Tianlong heard this and immediately shook his head like a rattle, "Dr. Zhu has already said that I have spinal nerve damage. Surgeons all over the world  None of them can be solved. Didn't Uncle Scary come down with you? Just let him stay in the palace for a few more days, give me acupuncture, and take some decoction. Maybe the problem that Western medicine can't solve can be solved immediately with Chinese medicine.  "Lao Scar's medical skills were personally experienced by Zhang Songling. Although this person has never studied Western medicine for a day, and his words and actions are not formal, his skills are indeed very good, and all the wounded in the guerrillas can be treated well.  It was all handled by his old man, and he brought the seriously injured number back from the brink of death many times.  Just when he was hesitating whether to offer more advice, he heard Zhao Tianlong say with a smile: "Anyway, the shrapnel has been removed long ago, and the rest is all a matter of recuperation. Uncle Scar's decoction and acupuncture may not be better than those of foreigners."  You came back just in time. Leave the Oriental White Dragon Colt to me and take Dahuang back to the mountain. Now I have to learn how to ride a horse again. I will change it to an obedient horse that will be easier to use. " "The White Dragon Colt was brought down with me in the first place.  It's for you!" Zhang Songling agreed to Zhao Tianlong's request very happily. The Japanese white horse is a special mount for officers carefully bred by the little devil. Although its sprint speed is not as fast as Zhao Tianlong's yellow gelding, it is easier to control and can trot.  When he got up, his steps were smooth and steady, and he would not easily drop the owner on his back.  "Bring the rhubarb back, it will be squatting in the palace to raise fat, and it is almost exhausted." Zhao Tianlong took over Zhang Songling's words and reiterated it again.  "How can it be done?" Zhang Songling quickly waved his hand, "Dahuang has always only recognized you. Besides, I rarely lead the charge anymore. I am only responsible for commanding from the rear. It follows me and is of no use at all."  "That's better than retiring in the palace!" As if he was afraid that his horse would not be able to find Bole, Zhao Tianlong strongly recommended it to Zhang Songling, "Take it with you. If you don't want to ride it, others will ride it. Lao Fang, Lao Zheng, Xiaoba  Anyone can help them. Dahuang is a good horse, and its destiny in this life is destined to be on the battlefield. Don't delay it because of me, the master." Suddenly realizing something, Zhang Songling raised his head and said quietly.  He looked quietly into his good friend's eyes. However, in those copper bell-like eyes, he did not see any resentment or unwillingness, only the tranquility and tolerance he was familiar with, like the lake after a storm.  "Don't worry, mother-in-law, just take it with you if you are told. It won't be long before I can go back. I believe in Uncle Scar's medical skills." Zhao Tianlong smiled lightly, his face full of peace.  "At that time, I will roast mutton on the mountain for you to eat." Zhang Songling stretched out his hand and shook Zhao Tianlong's hand.Hold on, promise softly.  "You won't come home until you're drunk." Zhao Tianlong stretched out his other hand, patted the back of his hand twice, and responded with a smile.  Communication between close friends does not require too many words. The two casually talked about other topics. Seeing that it was getting late, they said goodbye.  Zhao Tianlong's yellow gelding obviously didn't want to be separated from its owner. As soon as it walked out of the gate of the palace, it suddenly stopped. Its four hooves were nailed to the grass like iron nails. No matter how Zhang Songling coaxed him, he refused to go to the grass again.  Move one step forward.  Seeing this, Zhao Tianlong had no choice but to walk to the yellow gelding in person, held its face, and whispered comfort, patting and whispering. After a lot of effort, he finally convinced the yellow gelding to let Zhang Songling climb up.  The horse is saddled, and the sun has set at the edge of the sea of ??grass. The round orange-red wheel is supported by the endless autumn grass, floating in the wind, up and down, rendering the whole world as unreal as a dream.  "Let's go, come here often when you have nothing to do." Zhao Tianlong slapped the yellow gelding hard on the butt, causing the latter to jump half a foot away, "Take care, I'm waiting for you here.  Good news." "Brother Long, take care, we are also waiting for your good news." Zhang Songling turned halfway from his horse and waved vigorously at his good friend. In the dim autumn light, he saw Zhao Tianlong's figure behind him.  The setting sun shines particularly high, with the blue sky above your head, the earth beneath your feet, and the boundless green ocean around you.  "Take care," Zhao Tianlong raised his arms high and waved vigorously under the setting sun, until the back of the yellow gelding carrying his good brother completely merged with the autumn light.  When the sound of the horse's hooves completely disappeared, his arm fell down and hit the root of his thigh hard. It didn't hurt, there was almost no pain at all, and other feelings were extremely weak. However, deep down in his heart, he felt a needle-like feeling.  The tide came over him, making him stagger and almost unable to stand firm.  He knew that his brothers were looking forward to his early return, and he also understood Zhang Songling's good intentions. However, how could a cripple be appointed as the deputy captain of the guerrillas? That would not bring any improvement to the team's combat effectiveness, but would instead  The entire guerrilla group and the entire Blackstone Base became a laughing stock in the mouths of others.  And at the beginning, he had personally promised Red Beard that he would never tarnish the flag above his head in this life, not even a little bit, never. He is Zhao Tianlong, and he will do what he says.  The sunshine jumped, leaving a lonely and proud figure on the sea of ??grass.  Standing tall against the sky and the earth, I would rather break than bend.
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