Chapter 4 The Flag is Fluttering (2 Up)

"Maybe I'm really your grandfather! When you were a child, your mother didn't tell your father about you, you picked it up?! The hunchbacked old military division leaned his head forward with a cheap look.

Zhang Songling was so angry that he wanted to beat him, but he didn't know why, and suddenly became very sour and soft. The arm that had been raised turned into a hug in the air, "Strategist, don't die." I'll call you whatever you want me to call you?! ”

The hunchbacked old soldier's smile immediately froze, and the whole person was like a gray one, drifting away in the wind little by little. First the legs, then the body, neck, and head. "Strategist, grandpa, grandpa......." Zhang Songling shouted, desperately turning the hand building, trying to keep the old man. But his arms were in the air, and there was no pain in his whole body.

He opened his eyes in a panic and saw a few unfamiliar smiles. A fat hand with a gold ring reached over and handed him a handkerchief, "What are you crying about, manly man, you still cry in your dreams!" ”

"Who are you?" Zhang Songling did not take the handkerchief, and turned over vigilantly, looking for his shell gun. On the sack on the left side of his body, he saw two familiar wooden handles. But he couldn't reach it, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, the muscles in his back and chest were like being pierced by a knife, and it hurt to the bone marrow.

"Ahh As he continued to push his arm towards the shell gun, he observed his surroundings. All around the body were sacks, hard and full of grain. Beneath the sack was a huge horse-drawn carriage, jolting along a stone road.

"We are imps in the palace of Hades, and we are ordered to catch you in the oil pot!" The people sitting around him looked at him with a narrow face, neither stopping nor helping, and the small metal triangle on his shoulder was illuminated by the starlight in the sky.

"You are Chinese?!" Zhang Songling's nerves instantly relaxed, gave up his desperate efforts to hold the gun, and asked with a wheez.

"Nonsense!" The fat hand with the gold ring took the handkerchief back and scolded with a smile: "Lao Tzu is not Chinese, you died early." And a chance to touch the gun in front of Lao Tzu?! ”

Zhang Songling withdrew his hand in disdain, supported it with his elbows, and tried to lift his upper body up. Try to sit up straight and say thank you. As soon as his head left the sack, there was a burst of Venus in front of him, and he lay down helplessly.

"If you don't want to die, don't move! You may have suffered internal injuries! The golden ring glanced at him and continued to scold angrily. I don't want to dig a pit in the middle of the night to bury your body. What's your name? What does it have to do with Xiao Guotao's bastard?! ”

"My name is Zhang Songling, thank you for saving your life! Xiao Er is the vice president of our Iron Blood Association, and I am in charge of the accounts in the meeting! Zhang Songling thought about it and replied thoughtfully. The other party's tone was very unfriendly when he mentioned Xiao Er's family, and Zhang Songling didn't dare to explain his identity too clearly before he understood the grievances between this person and Xiao Er's family.

"It turned out to be a bookkeeper!" The golden ring raised his hand and straightened the military hat, his face showing a little disappointment. "Xiao Guotao, what about the bastard? Is it dead, or was it captured by the Japanese! ”

"I don't know?!" Zhang Songling thought about it, and there was a touch of sadness in his eyes. When the old military division took a few of them to fight with the Japanese devils, the figure of the second master, Xiao Guotao, never appeared. Presumably, they have either been beaten to death by the Japanese devils on the road, or they saw that the situation was not good, and they escaped by digging into a ravine.

"That bastard! Preferably already dead. Otherwise, if Lao Tzu sees it one day, he will definitely be killed alive! The golden ring spat under the carriage and cursed viciously. What about the rest of your Iron Will? If there is a vice president, there must be a full president, right?! ”

"The big boss surnamed Wei, took people to Beile Village to negotiate, was ambushed by the other party, and the three masters were killed on the spot. On the way back, he was attacked by Japanese devils again, and Wei Da's family was the same as Xiao Er's family, and his life and death were unknown. Zhang Songling thought for a while, and slowly recalled some of the news he heard before he fell into a coma, "There is also a fourth-master surnamed Yang, who heard that the Japanese devils were coming, so he took people to ransack the warehouse and ran away!" ”

"Bastard!" Jin Ring spat thick phlegm under the carriage again, his face full of disdain, "A group of stinky kings who know the nest." Thanks to Lao Tzu's sudden whim, he brought his brothers over to have a look. Otherwise, once Little Japan explores this road, the old battalion commander and they will be made dumplings! ”

Zhang Songling shook his head, feeling a little hot on his face. The Iron Blood Club of more than 1,000 people was picked by more than a dozen devils. No matter how much you try to paint this matter, it can't be smeared. The golden ring scolded the Iron Blood Society for being a group of stinky kings who only knew what was in the nest, and they had already left their mouths. In his opinion, most of the people of the Iron and Blood Society, except for the few who died at the entrance of the village with him in the end, were not even as good as stinky turtles. At least the stinky soft-shelled turtle was taken to the door and cut down, and it knew to open its mouth and bite back.

"What about the others?! Did you hear that as soon as the Japanese were coming, they would all scatter the girls?! "The pot of the golden ring didn't open it, but poked it at the most empty place in Zhang Songling's heart.

"We didn't run all, we, we still fought with the devils, we still fought......" Zhang Songling didn't dare to look at the eyes of the golden ring, and responded curtly.

"More than 200 guns, five or six hundred people, but in the end there are only six of you at the entrance of the village, among which there is an old man and a half-grown child!" In the throat of the golden ring, the phlegm seemed to be always spit out, one bite after another. "At that time, you Second Master Xiao didn't tell me that! He told me that you are all iron-clad heroes, but you don't have guns. If you have a gun, you would rather fight to the last person than let the little devil step half a step across Qinglongling! ”

Hearing these words in Zhang Songling's ears, it was even more uncomfortable than directly slapping his big mouth. He did not dare to defend himself, and he was powerless to defend himself, so he turned his head away and looked at his shell gun without blinking. Neither of the shell guns was damaged, and the shiny guns glowed with cold light. As long as the gun is still there, he will have a chance to wash away his shame, and he will have a chance to return what the little devil owes to everyone tenfold and hundredfold.

"But there are still six people, better than none at all!" Jin Ring scolded enough, sighed, and his voice suddenly became very soft, "Especially that old man, it's really enough, one person pulled two devils to accompany the funeral!" ”

"Grandpa Wei, Grandpa Wei, he, he's gone?!" Although he already knew in his heart that it was the truth, Zhang Songling still hoped that he could hear the negative news from the mouth of the golden ring. Unconsciously, the old military master Wei Ding has become his family, his relatives and elders, and every move in his memory is full of warmth.

"Killed in battle!" The golden ring nodded, put away the disdain on his face, and replaced it with solemnity, "He blew himself up with a grenade, and he also killed two little devils." When I rushed over, the little devil was ravaging his body......"