/./ Chapter 3 (Mikami)

Half an hour later. Zhang Songling squatted beside the dying big black horse. I want to cry without tears.

This Mongolian horse, which Wu Yunqi chose for him, is a good horse. In the case of two bullets in the abdomen. He also carried him for more than 20 miles before he collapsed. Before you fall to the ground. Don't forget to bend your four legs down yet. so that he would not be injured if he fell.

However. Zhang Songling, an incompetent master, can repay the big dark horse. But there is only a handful of grass that has been roasted by the sun. He was an assassin for the first time in his life. He put in a great effort though. But he is still preparing for mistakes. At present, he is not carrying the necessary dry food, salt and medicine for his life. I even forgot to take the furniture for fetching water in the field. The only thing that didn't fall was a dozen or so clinking silver dollars. But there is no shop in front of the village and behind this big grassland under your feet. Where can a bunch of silver dollars go to spend it..

"Old man. I'm sorry." Zhang Songling muttered his left hand to the mouth of the big black horse. Whisper of repentance. The poor brute had no strength to respond to his words. Just open the eyelids slightly. There is infinite affection in his eyes.

"I'm sorry. Don't look. Good job." Zhang Songling's left hand quickly moved up. Gently covered the eyes of the big black horse." Don't look. Don't be afraid. You'll be fine soon. It's going to get better soon......."

He put his mouth close to the ear of the big black horse. Comforted with an incredibly soothing tone. The sound is getting lower and lower. More and more gentle. Meantime. Slowly pull out the box cannon on your waist with your right hand. Top behind the ear base of the big black horse. Gently pulled the trigger.

"Bang." A gunshot ended the pain of the big black horse. It also took away the sadness in his eyes. Forthwith. He inserted the box cannon back into his waist. Untie the cloth pocket full of bullets from behind the saddle. One by one, they were laid out on the grass.

Huang Chengcheng's rifle bullets were arranged in four long rows. Radiates a warm glow in the sun. It complements the blood droplets on the tip of the grass. It was a drop of blood from the big black horse running. From Zhang Songling's feet. It stretches for miles. And even further. If the traitor Zhu Er's subordinates want to avenge their master. Follow the trail of blood. It's easy to catch up. And on the flat and wide prairie. Zhang Songling asked himself if he couldn't outrun the war horse. So simply gave up and continued to run for his life. Prepare for a head-to-head battle with the man who pursues you. Let's see if there's a chance to survive in death.

With the determination to break the kettle. He was next to the body of the big black horse. Start digging bunkers with bayonets . The floating soil layer on the grassland is very thin. The bayonet dug into it less than half a foot deep. I came across a large number of rubble. Wait for the rubble to be cleaned up. Encountered a dry and hard layer of cement again. It took a lot of effort. I barely picked out a small ditch for me to lie down. Just put the three-eight gun in the saddle. Gaze through the crosshairs. You can already see the chasing soldiers galloping towards you.

There are five people in total. Five brightly colored horses. Three of them dressed up as bodyguards. The other two wore the uniforms of the puppet army. Follow the bloodstains left by the big black horse all the way. Everyone's eyes were red with rage.

They can't afford not to be in a hurry. The county magistrate Zhu Chengbi is notorious among the people. But it is deeply valued by the old devil of Fujita. And by marriage with his sister. Will be the owner of the former flag of the black flag Yete. Zhenguo Gong Baoli Gra entered the camp of the "Autonomous Government of the Mongolian Union". It's a "conspiracy" that even a blind person can see, but the damned assassin smashed County Magistrate Zhu's head with a single shot. At the same time, it also smashed the old devil's dream of unifying the four divisions of Wuqi Yete by winning over Zhenguo Gong Baolige. If they can't get the Assassin back in time. I'm afraid this time tomorrow. Their heads had to be hung on the walls of the Black Stone Wall.

Zhang Songling took a deep breath. Put a crosshair on the chest of a bodyguard. Both of the bullets in the Big Dark Horse came from the box cannon. This illustrates the marksmanship of the bodyguards. It's far better than the two puppet soldiers with the 38 big gayer. Before the horse comes into the charging distance. Take out one more bodyguard each. He would be less in danger to himself. If you can get the first shot, kill all three bodyguards. The remaining two even rushed within a hundred meters. It doesn't necessarily pose any threat to him.

It's a pity that the other party won't give him a chance to make the first move at all. 500 meters apart. They grabbed the reins. One of the widest bodyguards seemed to be the leader. Arching his hand in the direction of the body of the big black horse. Tearing his throat open, he shouted, "Friends on the road. Trouble leaves a million children. Since the jobs of the four brothers of the Lian family have been smashed by you. You've got to let us know who the job is going to."

"Lao Tzu is not a friend of the Tao. Lao Tzu is the National Revolutionary Army. I came here just to kill the traitors. If you don't want to keep it for 10,000 years. It's best not to mess with the little devils. They don't look arrogant now. But that's all rabbit tails. It won't last." Zhang Songling also flattened the gun. Bow back to each other from afar.

A distance of five hundred meters. He simply did not have the ability to hit the target. Besides, among the five people opposite. At least four of them are good hands with guns. The war horse under the crotch no longer moves forward. But it has been moving from side to side slightly. So that he simply can't take aim calmly.

"The National Revolutionary Army . . . Friends are really good at telling jokes." The broad-shouldered bodyguard didn't believe Zhang Songling's statement at all. while refuting his words. While gesturing with his gaze to a few people to distance themselves from him. Didn't the National Revolutionary Army just move into Wuhan? When did you put your hand on the prairie again? Trouble friends to give a solid bottom. Otherwise. The fourth child of our family is not restless."

"Major Company Commander of the Special Service Regiment of the 26th Army of the National Revolutionary Army Zhang Songling. Don't talk nonsense. I want to avenge the traitor Zhu Er. Just let the horses go." Zhang Songling frowned. Set up the three eight guns again. Pull the ruler frame to the table upright. Move the cursor down slowly. Use the third notch on the cursor to act as a gate.

This is a necessary adjustment for long-range aiming of the three-eight gun. Before that. He never imagined that he would use this feature one day. So it's rare to waste bullets for this. But today he had to take a chance. Broad shoulders just made the move. Obviously to stall for time. So that the horse under the crotch can recover enough physical strength to launch a sprint. By the standards of the big dark horse. The distance of 500 meters is only enough for it to sprint for half a minute. If the broad shoulders are allowed to succeed. Next, he will have to attack five high-speed moving targets in different directions with three or eight guns in half a minute.

Five people opposite. Apparently no such a simple scheme was expected. Really can fool him. See Zhang Songling adjust the rifle ruler. Immediately came to hide in stirrups. Five figures disappeared from the horse's back at the same time. Five iron-hoofed horses leapt swiftly diagonally. Scattered across the grassland like fireworks. Zhang Songling didn't have time to aim at any of the targets. The opponent has already rushed forward for almost a hundred meters. It is fan-shaped. Move closer to him at high speed (Note 2)

"Ping-pong." Zhang Songling, who had never dealt with cavalry, was horrified. Quickly pull the trigger on one of the maroon horses. Bullets flew out of the muzzle with sunlight. Hit the knee of the front leg of the red horse. A barrage of blood splattered.

The bodyguard on horseback immediately lifted his legs from the stirrup. Grab the mount before it falls. Jumped into the air. As soon as the foot hit the ground. He raised the box cannon in his hand. Keep running while moving forward. While pouring bullets at the place where Zhang Songling was hiding.

It is difficult for the "Dangdangdang......." box cannon to work miracles from a distance of three hundred meters. But the grass clippings and mud around Zhang Songling flew around. The latter's line of sight was severely disturbed. The second and third shots, which were fired in a hurry, fell into the air. Seeing that the other four horses were already approaching a distance of two hundred meters. Zhang Songling put his heart sideways. Ignore the thunderous sound of horses' hooves. Turn the muzzle. Aimed firmly at the head of the foot runner.

Nearly noon in the sun. Sweat stains on the runner's head are clearly visible. Zhang Songling shot over. Dig out a scarlet bullet hole between the sweat stains of shiny relish. Then quickly pull the bolt. Turn the muzzle. The horse closest to him pulled the trigger.

"Ping-pong." The three-eight shot made a crisp sound. Punch a small single hole in the horse's neck. The high-speed war horse screamed. Nostril. Eye. Large strands of plasma erupt from the mouth at the same time. Crashed to the ground. The rider on horseback was caught off guard. Screaming and being thrown forward. Even the man with the gun landed less than a hundred meters away from Zhang Songling. The ground trembled slightly.

No need to look. Zhang Songling also knew that this person would not survive. But his own situation is not much better than the other side. Three iron-hoofed horses are already close at hand. And inside his rifle. But there are no bullets. There was no time to change the magazine. I didn't even have time to stand up and move around.

"Die." Two brothers on horseback. At the same time turn back into the saddle from the side of the warhorse. The Oriental saber in his hand was cold. The Assassin lies behind the corpse of a dead horse. Box cannons are hard to hit. But Sabre has no such concerns. Just rush to his side. Gently wave down. It's not the end of today's nightmare battle.

"There you go." Zhang Songling used the empty 38 shots as a spear. Smash the horse directly in front of you. The snow-white horse had only a slight side of the neck. Just dodge the attack of the three or eight guns. The puppet army hidden in the abdomen stood up with a smirk. Take advantage of the situation and raise the snow save.

Three sabers. From three angles. Rushing in. The blade of the knife reflects the blazing sunlight. Zhang Songling has no time to think about how to deal with it. Pulling out the box cannon from his waist completely by instinct. Reverse the wrist. Pull the trigger and push it flat.

"Dangdangdang...."The last six bullets poured out. Shoot a bodyguard with a knife in his hand. The warhorse that has lost its owner jumps in the air. Fly out a foot away. The front kick went straight to Zhang Songling's head. The latter made a rollover in embarrassment. Dodge the trampling of the horses. Then grab a handful of three-eight bullets and roll forward. Let the two alternating sabers fall on the remains of the big black horse.

"Poof." Bloodsplatter. Dye the clothes behind Zhang Songling's back red. With his right hand, he picked up three or eight shots from the ground. Keep running forward. Take advantage of the two enemies to rush through the boundary. Chances of not being able to change direction in time. While running. While pulling the bolt. Fill the magazine with the hastily grabbed bullet in the other hand.

"Poof, poof, poof, poof." Most of the bullets hit the ground in a panic. Only one or two made it to the magazine. Zhang Songling continued to bury his head and run wildly. Behind the body. Broad-shouldered bodyguards and another puppet soldier turn the horse's head. Red eyes. Be on somebody's trail.

Two legs can't outrun four legs anyway. Zhang Songling only rushed forward for more than twenty meters. I resolutely gave up running for my life. I saw him spin on the spot. After a sharp turn. Thirty-eight guns are firmly on the shoulder. The muzzle of the gun was aimed at the enemy who was chasing him.

Fifteen meters. Four seconds at most. His only last chance to shoot. Aim for a broad-shouldered bouncer. Broad shoulders were taken aback. Hide in the stirrup decisively. Zhang Songling quickly turned the muzzle of the gun. Almost against the neck of another warhorse. Bullets were fired.

"Ping-pong." Horse down. People fly. The bright saber fell more than 20 meters away on the grass. Don't wait for Zhang Songling to turn the gun again. Broad-shouldered bodyguards have killed him around. He raised his blade with a smirk.......

He had clearly seen the reluctance and fear in the eyes of young people. He even heard the wind from the blade breaking through the air. But. But his saber was swinging down. Divided. The top half flew upside down and poked into his eyes. The lower half is by inertia. Rubbed Zhang Songling's neck and cut it. Bring up a bunch of goosebumps.

"Ping. When." Time seems to slow down suddenly. It's been a long, long time. The sound of gunshots and sabers being hit reached Zhang Songling's ears alternately. Then look at the broad-shouldered bodyguard who is trying to turn the horse's head from his side. The whole person is like an electric shock. Trembling on horseback. The mount under its crotch also seems to have suddenly lost its soul. Snorting uneasily. The four hooves are constantly alternately retreating.

"Leave the gun and the horse behind. Get out of here." A proud male voice rang out from fifty meters away. Not high. but it is majestic; The broad-shouldered bodyguard who was "electrocuted" gave a cold shiver. He rolled off his horse as if he had been pardoned. Untie a pair of box cannons around your waist. Keep your hands on the ground. Then he dodged a few steps backwards. A turn. Betake oneself to one's heels.

The feeling of being targeted by the wolf king appeared in the area between Zhang Songling's eyes again. He looked back in astonishment. Lower the muzzle. A strange and familiar figure appeared in his field of vision. Tiger's back. Sprinkled with golden sunlight from head to toe.

Note 1: Ordinary Mongolian horses are not known for their speed. But when running with all his might. It can reach speeds of up to forty kilometers per hour. If you don't care if the horse lives or dies. After resting for an hour after each jog. It is also possible to initiate a second . The third time. and even the fourth run.

Note 2: Iron Hoof Horse. Famous breeds among Mongolian horses. Known for its endurance and agility. He once set a record for 58 minutes and 59 kilometers of marching. If you don't think about the survival of the war horse. The maximum distance in a single day is more than 400 miles.

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