Chapter 4 The Flag is Fluttering (Part 1)

Zhang Songling didn't dare to look back, he was afraid that as soon as he turned back, he would give up. The numb people behind him are not worth dying for, but if he turns around and joins the army of refugees, he will become like them, living without any dignity and dying without any dignity in the dark world.

Therefore, he could only go against the flow of people without hesitation and walk towards the place where the smoke of gunpowder rose. Even if you know in your heart that you are alone, it is impossible to stop the footsteps of the Japanese devils. Even if you know in your heart that you are doing this, there is no other point in anyone except to die.

In this life, there are always one or two things that are worth guarding with your life! Otherwise, what is the point of him living?! Zhang Songling knew that the classmates of the Blood Flower Club were looking at him from behind a cloud in the sky. He did not dare to disgrace their heroic spirits. Therefore, even if he dies, he will fall in the direction of the bullet. At least when he meets Tian Fatzi and his wife in the future, he can say to the two with a smile, 'Brother Tian and Sister Han, how about it, I'm not too bad to die, right?!' ’

On the main road leading to the east entrance of the village, there are Zhuang Ding of the Iron and Blood Society who have fled back. Seeing Zhang Songling striding towards him, those Zhuang Ding instinctively wanted to dodge and avoid it, and when they saw Team Deputy Zhang striding in front of him with his head up, he was suddenly so ashamed that he was almost embarrassed.

But their wives and children are all in Weizhuang, unlike Zhang Songling, who is a single! So shame is shame, but they didn't dare to follow, and went to death with Zhang Songling. Some of them shook the Hanyang in their hands and saluted Zhang Songling's back. Others simply threw Hanyang-zao, which was crushed with bullets, to the side of the road, lest it bring unpredictable disasters to themselves in the future.

For these Zhuang Ding who fled for their lives in a hurry, Zhang Songling did not do anything to stop them. Unless he shot directly at the Zhuang Ding, otherwise, with his current prestige, he would not be able to stop anyone at all. And even if he uses a box cannon against these Zhuang Ding to fight the Japanese, this team may not have any combat effectiveness. What can a group of cowards who are scattered like birds and beasts without even seeing the number of enemies clearly, force them up with box guns?! At most, it will add a few more exaggerated assets to the enemy's achievements.

As he walked, someone suddenly pulled him by the arm. Zhang Songling was slightly stunned, and quickly turned his head, but saw Zhao Erzi's red eyes. "I'll go with you!" Zhao Erzi, who had already wiped away his tears, shouted loudly, "We have iron and blood, we can't eat other people's pork stewed noodles for nothing!" ”

"Let's go together!" Zhang Songling nodded, a smile of relief blooming on his face. He was finally no longer alone, although the strength of two people was still not enough to build a line of defense.

There was the first, there was the second, and soon, two more Zhuang Ding of the Iron Blood Society caught up. One is named Cui Tusheng, the other is Cui Laoba, each of them has four or five Hanyang on their shoulders, and everyone has a flattering smile on their faces, "Deputy Zhang, don't go so fast, take the two of us." Anyway, the two of us have older brothers and younger brothers in the family, and there is no shortage of labor! ”

Knowing that he is going, he will definitely die. So there was a palpable tremor in their voices. Zhang Songling didn't dare to look down on them anymore, so he quickly stretched out his left hand and took the initiative to take two Hanyang made from the other party's shoulder, "Okay!" Let's go together and let the little devils know how good we are! ”

Four people and more than a dozen guns are enough to scare the devils. It's just where to put the battlefield in the best place? It needs to be carefully considered. It's best to be in a relatively narrow place, where the enemy is bright and I am dark, which can give the little devil a headache for a while.

Zhao Erzi was familiar with the terrain around the village, and when he saw Zhang Songling's eyes wandering around, he immediately understood what he was looking for. After thinking about it, he quickly proposed, "There are a few piles of rotten stones in the mill house at the east entrance of the village, and Grandpa Xiucai specially ordered someone to pile them there." If the Japanese devils want to come from the east, that is the way to go. ”

After being reminded by him, Zhang Songling immediately remembered. The stone mill at the east entrance of the village is a communal facility of the whole village, and is adjacent to the only main road that runs through the village. I used to go there every day, and Zhang Songling always felt that the few piles of rotten stones nearby were very unpleasant. Now it seems that the old military master Wei Ding has long been prepared to fight to the end with the devil.

"Then let's go to the mill room!" Nodding his head, he expressed his appreciation for Zhao Erzi's proposal.

Although his qualifications and positions in the Iron and Blood Society were much older than Zhang Songling, Zhao Erzi was still happy that his suggestions had been affirmed by the other party, smiled, and continued: "You will be the commander in the mill room for a while, and the three of us will be your subordinates. Wherever you say, the three of us will fight! ”

"This ......" Zhang Songling instinctively wanted to excuse himself, but before he could say anything, he heard Cui Tusheng shout in a hoarse voice, "The little devil is here!" No, it's not a little devil, it's Xiucaigong, it's Xiucaigong! ”

The one who can be honored by Cui Zhuang people as a talented man is none other than the hunchbacked old military division. Zhang Songling was overjoyed, and he couldn't care about giving up command with Zhao Erzi, so he hurriedly ran out with a shell gun to greet him, "Military division, military division, come here, come here, we ...... here."

"I saw it, I saw it!" The hunchbacked veteran military division put one arm on Xiao Wu's shoulder, his face was covered with mud and blood, "Where is Yang Laosi, where are the others?!" ”

Zhang Songling hesitated, not knowing how to explain to the old man that Vice President Yang Dashun had led someone to ransack the warehouse and run away. At such a close distance, he could clearly see that the hunchbacked old military division was seriously injured. Half of his trouser legs were soaked with blood, and under the strips of cloth wrapped around his head, red plasma continued to seep out.

What kind of human spirit is the old military teacher? Just from Zhang Songling's expression, he guessed that there might be an accident in Zhuangzi. waved his other arm and smiled generously: "Forget it, let him go." Everyone has their own ambitions, and no one can force them. How many people did you bring out? As for the bullets, do you have enough of them? ”

Again, an unanswerable question. Zhang Songling, Zhao Erzi, Cui Tusheng, and Cui Laoba looked at the old man in a daze, with a wry smile on their faces.

"Forget it, let's have an iron and blood club, after all, there are still a few with seeds!" The hunchbacked veteran soldier waved his arm again, announcing his acceptance of reality. "Four people are not too little, plus my old man, I can make up five tiger generals!"

"And me, six!" Cui Xiaowu lifted his sweat-stained head from under the armpit of the old military division and protested unwillingly.

"Six, the five of you are the Five Tiger Generals, and I am Lao Zhuge !" The old military advisor smiled, struggled around the pile of stones, held on to an abandoned grinding disc, and slowly sat down, "Let's be here today, sing a song to Little Japan, Dingjun Mountain!" ”

"You always dispatch troops, we will listen to your orders!" Zhang Songling was worried that he didn't know how to conduct, and when he saw that the old man was arrogant, he hurriedly learned to respond with singing in Peking Opera.

"Good!" The old soldier laughed loudly, and his voice was like a bell. "Come on, drum up!"

"Order!" At this moment, everyone has already put life and death aside and made peace together.

The old military advisor patted the waste grinding disc under him, and he really had a bit of a famous style. "Come on, little fifth son, go and light the beacon tower in the back mountain for the old man!"

"Gotta-order!" It was purely to coax the old man to go happily in the end, and Xiao Wuzi dragged out his voice and agreed. took the order, but instead of lighting the beacon fire immediately, he smiled and reminded in a low voice, "Military advisor, military advisor grandpa, even if you light the beacon fire, it's useless, right?!" The people in our own village have run out, and we don't expect people from other villages! ”

"If you are told to go to the point, you will go, otherwise, military law will be engaged!" The hunchbacked old military division glared, not angry and arrogant, "Doesn't the old man know that there are no reinforcements?" If you light the beacon fire earlier, you can also let the surrounding villages know that the Japanese devils are coming. Let them hurry up and run! ”

"Yes!" Knowing the old man's hard work, Xiao Wuzi arched his hand in admiration, and ran to the back mountain to light the beacon fire. Looking at his young back, the old military master sighed softly, "This kid, if he is really clever, he knows that he doesn't need to come back!" ”

probably understood in his heart that Xiao Wuzi was not "smart" enough, shook his head, and turned his gaze to a few other people, "Second son, Tusheng, you two, put all the guns behind the pile of stones, and the devil will arrive soon." They don't know how many people we have! ”

"Hmm!" Zhao Erzi and Cui Tusheng said yes and trotted to set up their guns. In a moment, more than a dozen Hanyangzao sticks out from behind several large stone piles, and the muzzle of the black hole is pointed directly at the main road in front of the village. If you look at it from the outside, you will definitely think that the village has already laid out a net of heaven and earth, waiting for the stupid bird to hit it by itself.

"Here's this, here you go!" The old soldier took out his original imported box cannon from his arms tremblingly, and handed it to Zhang Songling together with two magazines of bullet clips, "It's farther than the one in your hand, and it's not easy to get stuck." ”

"What about you?!" Zhang Songling didn't pick it up, but asked softly.

"Nonsense, of course the old man is sitting firmly in the Chinese military tent! When have you seen Zhuge Liang go into battle and fight with others! The old military advisor smiled and slapped the box cannon into Zhang Songling's palm, "I tried it just now, but I couldn't hit it at all." Don't waste bullets. If you take it, you can kill a few more little devils! ”

With the old man's current injuries, it is indeed not suitable to shoot the enemy again. Zhang Songling nodded understandingly, inserted the box cannon into his waist, and then reached out to the old man's armpit again, "I'll send you into the grinding room, which is our Chinese military account!"

"The old man is not going anywhere!" The old military division's legs worked together, and he fixed on the waste grinding disc like a jack pendant, "The old man wants to watch you kill devils here, and wave the flag and shout for you!" When you are gone, the old man will ......." He smirked and pulled off his black coat, revealing the grenade on his waist. The lid had been unscrewed, and the three-inch-long fiery string was exposed, and it was dazzlingly white.

"Strategist!" Zhang Songling felt a wave of heat, rushing straight to his head from his heart. He took half a step back and bowed to the old man sincerely.

"Discuss something?! Okay, no. The old man suddenly changed his rogue face again, sneering at Zhang Songling.

"You say!" Zhang Songling snorted and responded in a low voice.

"Call me Grandpa!" The old military advisor said quickly, and then turned his head, not daring to look at Zhang Songling's reaction.

"Grandpa!" Zhang Songling bowed to the old man again and shouted sincerely.

"Good!" The old man stretched out his hand and tentatively touched the back of Zhang Songling's head, as if taking advantage of a big advantage, his wrinkled old face was full of satisfaction.

Immediately, he put away his smile and did his best to straighten his chest, "Sons, the thief army has come up and set up to meet the enemy!" ”

"Gotta-Ling!" Zhang Songling and the others dragged out their voices and responded in unison. wiped away his tears and quickly hid behind the pile of stones.