Chapter 3 (Part I)

The next day, Zhang Songling excused himself to enjoy the surrounding scenery, handed over all the groceries he had purchased to Yu Laosi to take care of, and rode out of the city gate alone.

He walked five or six miles south along a simple and narrow dirt road, dug out his guns and ammunition at the back of a very inconspicuous mound, then turned his horse's head and walked straight to the territory of Baolige, the prince of Zhenguo.

It was the height of summer, and the four fields were green. The grass grew to the knee height of a war horse, and when the wind blew, it rolled and undulated like a wave. And all kinds of wildflowers buried in the grass are like the stars at this moment, red and red, yellow and yellow, white and white, jumping and flashing, together with the turquoise grass waves, intoxicating the eyes.

For those who see the grassland for the first time, the view is simply wonderland. At the slightest impulse, he will tear his throat and sing a song. "Eilechuan, under the Yin Mountain, the sky is like a dome, covering the four wild ......", poetic and picturesque, painting is poetry. Poetry is painting. However, Zhang Songling didn't have the slightest intention of singing at the moment, his attention was all on the grass, trying to find a depression close to the roadside where he could hide, or some mounds, rocks and the like to act as shelter.

The maximum lethal range of the 38 Gaier can reach a terrifying 2,400 meters, but at this distance, it is already difficult for the human eye to see the target clearly, so 2,400 meters is just a theoretical value, and when really shooting, no one will set the target so far. As far as Zhang Songling himself is concerned, the best distance at which he can bring out the performance of the 38 guns is within 150 meters. Within this distance, and with enough time to aim, the probability that he can accurately hit the head of his prey is more than 90%. But this is also a theoretical value, and in actual combat, many factors such as weather, terrain, and the cunning of the prey must be taken into account. In addition, long-range sniping is quite mentally and physically exertive for shooters, and usually after firing a dozen rounds in a row, the accuracy will drop significantly. If thirty rounds were fired in a row during the battle, there would be basically no difference between the so-called sharpshooters and ordinary fighters for the rest of the time.

Out of prudence, Zhang Songling set his shooting distance at about 100 meters. This distance just exceeded the optimal combat range of the box gun, and even if he didn't hit the traitor Zhu Er's vital point with his first shot, he still had a chance to fire a second shot. And the so-called Four King Kongs under Zhu Er's command were difficult to leave him a hundred meters away with the box cannon in his hand.

As a result, such an interesting scene appeared in the eyes of the pastherds. A certain boy from Guanli, riding a big black horse, did not walk on a good road, and chased wild flowers in the sea of grass through it. When he saw the rise, he repeatedly jumped off the horse and bent down to smell the fragrance of the flowers. I didn't know that some of the wildflowers that looked so beautiful were the famous broken intestine grass outside the Saiwai. Livestock never take the initiative to eat, and breaking a stalk and soaking it in water or wine can make a man as strong as a yak bleed to death.

"Playful man!" The shepherds shook their heads and drove the sheep into the depths of the sea of grass. It is only in youth that one appreciates the scenery in the wilderness without any worries. At their age, their hearts have long been numbed by the bitter water of life, and it is difficult to feel the magnificence that is close at hand.

There were also several glances at Zhang Songling, which were full of malice and greed. The lonely Central Plains teenager has always been the best target for kidnapping. Knock him unconscious and take him to a sand nest, where he can get several horses back from his traffickers, even if he can't get a good ransom from his family. You must know that there are a few princes over there, and they have a soft spot for the beautiful young man with fine skin and tender meat. Every once in a while, a group of traffickers will be entrusted.

However, after seeing the young man's movements of getting on and off his horse and unintentionally revealing his forearms. The horse thieves quietly put away the idea of kidnapping tickets again. That neat energy that can't be concealed is probably not something that ordinary traders can have. The striking scar on the arm was probably not caused by the abrasion of the unloading cargo. The horse thieves kidnapped the tickets for money, in case they were beaten down by the meat tickets, or because they used guns near the Black Stone Village and attracted the pursuit of the Japanese in the city, the gains outweighed the losses!

Zhang Songling is a person who has been rolling several times before the ghost gate is closed, and he already has an instinctive premonition of danger. Realizing that someone was staring at him with malicious intentions, he immediately straightened up from the grass, and at the same time quickly touched the box cannon hidden under the big hexagram with his right hand. This almost reflexive action made the horse thieves trust their own judgment even more. Young people are not ordinary traders! It's either plainclothes sent by the Japanese in the city, or eyeliner sent by other horse thieves! In the former, horse thieves are easily afraid to provoke. In the latter case, if there is no deep hatred between them, there is no need for them to cause trouble! It's better to ride away before the conflict occurs, so as not to beat the fox and make a fuss about yourself!

After scaring away several not bad and well-meaning guys in a row, Zhang Songling's eyebrows wrinkled deeper and deeper. Depending on the situation, the security in the vicinity of Heishi Village is indeed as rumored to be in a mess. He was only a few steps away from the city wall, and he was already targeted by bandits. If you really want to do business here, I'm afraid that being attacked by bandits is commonplace. It was already a fluke to be able to save his life from being threatened. If you can return to the customs safely with the goods, it will be an eye-opener for the Buddha!

Before that, both the father and the eldest brother had a relaxed face when it came to doing business. No one told him how difficult it was for the Zhang family to make that money.

Thinking of his father, who had already received his "death" notice, Zhang Songling's heart was tumbling again. Before leaving home, all he had in his heart was the joy and pride of being freed from bondage. It wasn't until a long, long time later that I suddenly found that the home that once made people try to leave as soon as possible was so warm. And at this moment, he can't go back to that home. Even a few peeks from afar have become a luxury!

"Wait until this is done......" sighed softly, and he began to mentally calculate when he would secretly return home. You don't have to meet your father and brother and tell them that you're alive and that you're still concerned about them. As long as......

Suddenly, his waist straightened up again, and his right hand touched the box cannon again. There was a pair of eyes staring back to the left, and the gaze was very cold. In the cold, it is full of pride. Just like the wolf king he met on the way out of the jam, no matter how his head moved, his eyes were always fixed on the target's neck, ready to pounce at any time and bite into two.