|151Kanshu.com text|.| Chapter 4: The Heroes (10)

Light is a Zhou black charcoal who came to work hard. It has exhausted the cronies around Jiang Hulu. Suddenly, the oblique stab killed another dragon that was more fierce than Zhou Heitan. Where can they still withstand it.. In an instant. Was cut off a man on his back.

Seeing that his gang leader was about to die. Luo Dayong, the seventh leader of the Golden Eagle Gang, roared angrily. Volley jump. Open your arms and hug Yunlong's shoulders. Zhao Tianlong just waved his arm. It was like a fly that flew him away. Then slam your wrist. The steel knife is like a bolt of lightning. Another bloody gap was cut in the crowd.

"Brother Long. The surname Jiang is mine." Suddenly, I noticed that the pressure in front of me disappeared. Zhou Heitan raised his head. Shout loudly. The revenge of killing the father is not shared. Just have a chance. He also doesn't want to fake others.

"Yes." Zhao Tianlong can understand Zhou Heitan's thoughts. Dialed his mount. Rushed towards Jiang Hulu again. The latter's nemesis threw their lives on it. Like a moth to a fire. He lit them one by one with a steel knife. Sweep the dust one by one.

After all, he was a company commander in the Northeast Army. Jiang Hulu is also decisive. Seeing that Blackbeard and Irumo Dragon are about to give themselves a two-clip one. Drop your followers. Sama and run. The one-eyed dragon, the pressure Wuyang and other bandit leaders who had long been frightened saw this. I don't dare to hold on anymore. Throw a few words of the scene in a hurry. Lead their respective minions. Scattered and fled.

"Jiang Hulu. There's a kind of you don't run.." Zhou Heitan never expected the famous yellow beard to be so shameless. Carrying a saber cut into a saw, he rode in hot pursuit. Jiang Hulu would stop and wait for him to chop. Put your body on the horse's neck. Desperately bang the mount.

"Save the big man." The fourth gang leader of the Golden Eagle Gang, Zhai Daxiao, and the eighth gang leader, Lu honestly, knew that there was no hope of victory. Qi Qi shouted. Riding a horse to chase Jiang Hulu. The other Golden Eagle gang bandits scattered on the battlefield and desperately fought with the Black Wolf Gang, and saw that a few of the living members of the family had all run away. I also lost the courage to stick to it in an instant. Turning their mounts around. Flee for your life. The Black Wolf Gang of horse thieves, who had already suffered more than half of the casualties, refused to let them go. One by one, they stared at their red eyes. Be on somebody's trail.

In a flash. The stalemate battle becomes the pursuit of the north. Jiang Hulu ran at the forefront with more than a dozen cronies. Zhou Heitan carried a broken knife. Everywhere. Followed closely behind Zhou Heitan. It is Zhao Tianlong and more than 20 elite horse thieves of the Black Wolf Gang. They are afraid that Zhou Heitan will be left alone. Desperately urging the mount to accelerate. Twenty meters behind them. There are also the four masters of the Golden Eagle Gang, the eight masters and a large group of minions who have no fighting spirit. Tumultuous like headless flies.

Headless flies run fast and slow. The team dragged out hundreds of meters long. Whenever an injured person falls off a horse due to exhaustion. They will be hacked to death by another group of black wolf gang horse thieves who are following them. And not far behind this gang of fierce black wolf gang horse thieves. There are also several war horses running in dodge. Sitting on horseback was Huang Laoshi, the second leader of the Golden Eagle Gang, and a few young minions who had just joined the gang not long ago. They don't have the courage to fight the enemy in front of them. I don't know where I'm going. One by one, their faces were dazed. Drift.

Only a handful of the Black Wolf Gang's minor injuries did not join the final hunt for the enemy. They are under the leadership of Lao Jiu. Flip the bodies of the wounded on both sides of the battlefield one by one. I found that there may also be hope for my own people who will be cured. then lift it out of the pool of blood. Put it on relatively dry grass. Bandage the wound with a coarse cloth. Discover the enemy who is still alive. Immediately make up a knife in the other person's throat. The hope of survival of the one who is completely finished. If you find that the wound on the body of one of the lottery players on your side is too large. Or he was injured in the left chest, lower abdomen and other vital places. They will also cut each other's throats. There was no hesitation in starting.

Everything is done with great skill. And rightly so. As if the slain were not of their own kind at all. When Zhang Songling found out about this situation, he hurriedly ran forward to stop it. The entire battlefield has been reorganized for a little while. At least forty more people were killed. More than one-fifth of the Black Wolves were their own brethren.

"Stop. Stop it all. What are you doing here?" Zhang Songling was so angry that his eyes turned black. Pick up the light machine gun and make a gesture at Lao Jiu and others. Lao Jiu and the others were not afraid of his threat at all. Curiously glanced at him. Explain aloud: "It's hot. We don't have Western medicine. Delay. They will die even more painfully."

"Then you can't just kill people." Zhang Songling was stunned. The rebuke clearly lost its power.

"We don't have any other way." Lao Jiu stalked his neck. Unconvinced." Unless you can buy Western medicine."

The only one on the grassland that has Western medicine. It's a clinic run by Japanese devils. And the background of those clinics is the Japanese Kwantung Army. The horse thieves came to the door with the money. Surely there will be death. Zhang Songling knows this fact in his heart. sighed. Frustrated, walk away. Lao Jiu and the others clenched the short knife. Continue to turn the wounded on the ground. Zhang Songling's words are only listened to when he is fighting. Now the battle is over. He became an outsider again. He is not qualified to point fingers at the Nine Masters of the Black Wolf Gang.

But that's really the end of the battle... Put the light machine gun back on the carriage . Zhang Songling raised his eyes and looked around. The yellow-bearded man has run away. Blackbeard and Irumo Dragon also chased after him. There are several other horse thieves with their own agendas. It's all like they've evaporated. Disappeared without a trace in the grassland. If it weren't for the hundreds of corpses lying in front of you. Zhang Songling even had some doubts that today's battle had never happened at all. Everything was different from the battles he was familiar with. From pre-war preparations. The fierce battle is in full swing to the end of the war.

Here is the savannah. The horse thieves are not regular armies either. I was stunned for a while. Zhang Songling finally came up with a relatively reasonable answer. Compared to the other middle-class people he has ever seen. The horse thieves of the steppes are clearly superior in terms of courage. But they are in terms of combat organization and military discipline . But the former is more than one level behind. Including Zhou Heitan and Zhao Tianlong, these famous heroes on the grassland. There is no such thing as the word "global" in the subconscious. They only know how to fight. Fighting. It's all instinct.

If it is the Twenty-Sixth Road brothers fighting against the Black Wolf Gang today....... there is no reason. Zhang Songling began to think crankily. The answer is equally obvious. That depends on the number of troops sent by both sides. If an ordinary infantry squad of the old 26th Route Army encounters the same number of horse thieves. The infantry squad will definitely be defeated. But if the number of both sides is raised to the level of a company. Victory or defeat is hard to predict. As for the battalion-level battles . There will be no suspense about the results. Even if both sides are holding the same weapons. The horse thieves also have an extra mount to help them fight. It will also be in a very short period of time. He was beaten and fled.

I'm bored thinking. Lao Jiu walked over with a smile again. I told them. No matter which side it is. If you can save a life, try to save a life." It's like coaxing a child. He used nonsense to ease the contradictions between them." It's all bitter haha. But there is no other way to live. No one wants to roll on the tip of a knife all day."

"Hmm." Zhang Songling was in no mood to communicate with him. Faintly responded. Bow your head and start packing up the loot. Light machine guns he and Zhao Tianlong will definitely not be able to take away. Even if there is a way. Zhou Heitan will definitely not give them such a "precious" weapon. There are three large boxes full of bullets. The crooked handle and the three-eight big lid can be used universally. So he took a few hundred rounds. Presumably, Zhou Heitan didn't have the face to argue. As for the rest. Zhang Songling really couldn't think of what else he needed. The Black Wolves are not a place to stay for long. can have less involvement with the other party. Just a little less is better.

"I didn't mean to bump into you." Seeing that Zhang Songling was unwilling to take care of himself. Lao Jiu continued to soften his body and make amends." We're used to going straight to the ground. Won't talk around the bend. The doctors who see gold sores in the neighborhood usually live in the city. At the moment, the surrounding counties are occupied by the Japanese. We don't dare to go. So if you are injured, you can only apply some herbs to stiffen up. Slightly heavier. Basically, you can only wait for death. The further back it goes. The more you are offended."

There are a whole bunch of reasons stated. Zhang Songling was still not interested in talking to him. frowned. Sighing, he said, "I understand what you say. I just feel sick inside. You're busy with your go. I am tired. I want to rest quietly for a while."

"Don't do that." Lao Jiu salivated. Continue to be soft and small." I'd like to learn how to use a machine gun from you. You just fought really well. Ping Pong. Ping-pong ...... "Pick up the light machine gun. He gestured into the distance." Like. Just like that. That's what's going on. Hi. I'm stupid. Won't say. Anyway, it's good to make it. Better than the Japanese to make it."

"Yes. You just made that machine gun. It's amazing." The one who played the horse-head violin last night also came over. Thumbs up with a bloody thumbs up. Today's battle was too painful. It was so happy that he couldn't help but want to look up and laugh when he remembered it. From the very beginning of the battle. The enemy Yellowbeard was beaten in a daze. The machine gun that had just arrived did not do anything at all. Instead, it became the most critical straw that crushed them.

And play a role in swaying the tide of the war. In the eyes of Ma Touqin and Lao Jiu. It must be the little black fat man surnamed Zhang in front of him. The whole tactic was taught by him to the big bosses; With a rifle. Several times interrupted Yellowbeard's command. It's also him; Moment of truth. Robbed the enemy's light machine gun to clear the gap for the Irumo Dragon. Or him. If you can keep this person. The Black Wolves are making a lot of money. Cleaning up the remnants of the yellow beard is almost a matter of effort. Swept across the eastern steppe. Fight against the Japanese devils. It's not much wishful thinking.

Patronizing and being close to Zhang Songling. The strength of Lao Jiu's hand was out of control. One is not careful. The index finger is tightened. The machine gun instantly erupted a fiery snake." Dada........da

"Beware of hurting people." Zhang Songling hurriedly reached out and held the barrel. Hold it high. I didn't wait for his words to fall." Da da----- "Another burst of machine gun came from afar. Immediately after. It's the sound of horses' hooves. ZHAO Tianlong, ZHOU Heitan. There are also more than thirty Black Wolf Gang brothers and a whole bunch of Golden Eagle Gang bandits. Flee for your life. Immediately behind them. It was hundreds of Japanese devils and two large groups of Mongolian cavalry. One by one, they are flying and domineering. The face is hideous.

Note 1: I saw that some readers said that the battle scene was a problem. The drunkard is indeed not well written. Other than that. The horse thieves are a rabble after all. There will be absolutely no rules to the battle. I remember reading a book by a foreign journalist describing the wars between heroes from all walks of life in Sichuan in the thirties of the last century. It seems like every fight. The bullets consumed are in the tens of thousands. And the real casualties on both sides. Most of them are between one and ten. Rarely hundreds. Synchronism. Basic training courses for many armies in the Republic of China. The first sentence is all. Aim when you shoot......*_*!

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