Chapter 2 Out of the Plug (5 times)

Bang! Zhang Songling seemed to have been punched in the chest, and the pain was so painful that he could barely breathe. After all these years, he thought that he had forgotten that terrible morning, who knew that it was a little painful, but he didn't need to remember it at all.

"The surname is Qin, you must not die!" Swallowing a mouthful of saliva with the smell of blood, Zhang Songling secretly became ruthless in his heart. After returning from Heishi Village, I went directly to Huluyu. There's a blood debt there waiting for him to pay! At this time last year, he had already inquired about the basic situation of Huluyu Town from the old military master Wei Ding. It can be determined that the guys who shot at Chong Xuehua Society at the train station were instigated by Qin Degang. At that time, he had not yet completed his studies, and even if he wanted to avenge his companions, he was powerless. But now, he is a veteran of the battlefield who has walked through the battlefield several times on the edge of life and death, and he has also practiced a pretty good marksmanship......

Thinking about his revenge plan in the future, the last trace of the idea of being short and long with Peng Xuewen in his heart disappeared cleanly. Just keep knocking the stirrup, urging the blue and white mules under the crotch to speed up. Strive to arrive at Heishizhai as soon as possible, return to the Central Plains as soon as possible with the death of the traitor Zhu Er, and aim the muzzle at another enemy as soon as possible.

But the road after entering the mountain is much more difficult than expected.

Mountains after mountains, shoulder to shoulder, knee to knee, endless. Unlike the lush peaks near Niangzi Pass, most of the mountains in front of you are bare. The blue-black stones, like the fangs of the devil, rose from the hillside and pierced straight into the sky. The gray-white moss clings to the side of the stone, like a painful face. Whenever a mountain wind blows, the edge of the stone emits a whimpering cry, as if many unwilling souls are telling about the grievances they have suffered in hell.

Sandwiched between the rocks, it is a mountain road that has not been repaired since the Manchu Qing Dynasty entered the customs. Twists and turns, with no beginning in sight, and no end in sight. The pavement made of gravel and mud has been trampled by people for hundreds of years, exposed to the sun and rain, and there is no longer any appearance of artificial construction. There is a big pit in three steps, and a bulge in five steps, so that people and livestock have to be careful to barely fall. And the closer you get to the valley, the more the road has been ruined by time. At the narrowest point, there is only one carriage wide, and if you accidentally step on the air, you will fall into a cliff.

After only a few miles, Zhang Songling had to jump off the back of the mule and slowly move forward with his hand pulling the mount. The poor blue-and-white mule was so frightened that he was sweating profusely in his ears, and he held his neck and tail between his legs, and he took small steps forward. On several occasions, it would try to turn its head behind it, leaving Zhang Songling to flee on its own. But when he saw the road he had just walked behind him, he was so frightened that he screamed a few times, and he didn't dare to look back.

Rao is Zhang Songling had already made mental preparations in advance, and before leaving, under the reminder of Zhao Liuge, the difficulty of this trip was increased by several orders of magnitude. But when it came time to break at noon, he had to admit that he had thought about the exit from the plug too simply. This is not Shandong under Han Fuqu, nor Shanxi under Yan Xishan. No matter how unscrupulous Han Fuqu and Yan Xishan are, after all, they treat Shandong and Shanxi as their own one-third of an acre of land. And here, however, is the legendary Yanshan Mountains, the natural dividing line between the ancient Central Plains and the wilderness. Except for a few small traders and hawkers, almost no one travels through the road, and no one cares about the quality of the road!

After eating, I fed myself and the blue and white mules with the mountain spring. Zhang Songling continued to hurry, just crossed a high mountain, and climbed the next one in a blink of an eye. The more you walk, the higher the mountain in front of you, and the more you walk, the narrower the road becomes. In some places, he had to put the reins on his shoulders and pull the blue and white mule to get through. In other places, he had to walk behind the blue and white mules, bend down, push the buttocks of the animals, and move up inch by inch.

By the time the third mountain was trampled underfoot, it was already completely dark. Zhang Songling didn't dare to walk at night in the dark, so he reluctantly found a rock near the mountain road to block the wind, unloaded the goods on the mule's back, and hid behind the rock with his mount to recover his strength. After a full day of sharing weal and woe, the clever blue and white mule has developed a feeling of attachment to its master. After nibbling on a few bean cakes, he lowered his head and licked the salt grains condensed by sweat on Zhang Songling's body with his tongue. And the clothes on Zhang Songling's shoulders don't know when they have been worn out of holes. The bloody skin was burned by the mule's tongue, and it was so hot and painful that it hurt the heart.

"Man, be lighter!" Zhang Songling dodged to the side, tilted the iron kettle downward, and poured half of the pot of cold water that had just been salted on the stone slab beside him. The clever mule immediately gave up his shoulder, stuck out his tongue, and drank the salt water from the slate. Then he continued to look at the kettle with aggrieved eyes, expecting to get a few more sips from it.

"I'm not afraid of drinking too much and dying!" Zhang Songling scolded in a low voice, very dissatisfied with the greedy performance of the blue and white mule. The blue and white mule continued to look at the kettle, its front hooves tapping lightly on the ground to show its insistence. Zhang Songling couldn't help it, so he had to divide a little more water and hold it low to the mule's mouth with the palm of his hand. The latter gulped happily, occasionally snorting to express his gratitude to his master.

Suddenly, the blue-and-white mule stopped drinking, raised its head, and rolled its long ears around. "What's wrong?" Zhang Songling sat up straight vigilantly and quickly took out the three eight shots from the package. When he left Niangzi Pass, he took most of the bullets he had accumulated at home with him. There are more than 200 rounds, which is more than enough to deal with a small wolf pack.

"Woo-" The terrible wolf howl came from the hillside not far away, and frightened the blue and white mule's four legs weak, and they almost fell down. Zhang Songling quickly turned the muzzle of the gun to the source of the sound, and by the moonlight, he saw a group of faint shadows jumping over the rocks and outflanking him.

On each shadow head, there are two green eyes, like two rolling ghost fires. I can't count how many of them, gathered together, like a sea of ghost fire.

The blue and white mule was completely paralyzed by fright, and sat down with a sad scream, and the feces and urine flowed together. Rao rolled back several times before the ghost gate closed, and when he saw so many wild wolves, Zhang Songling was also so frightened that his scalp was numb. "Calm down, calm down!" He whispered orders to himself as he leaned his back against the boulder in a kneeling position. The crosshair slowly circled from left to right, and then from right to left, and finally put it on the body of an old wolf the size of a calf, whose coat had turned white.

It's the Wolf King! The knowledge learned from the old Orion Mon Shan finally came in handy at this moment. Every pack of wolves, no matter how big or small, has a king. The rest of the wolves will obey the king's orders and divide into small groups to round up their prey, or temporarily abandon their actions and wait for a better opportunity. If you encounter wolves in the wild, be sure to find out the wolf king and kill them as soon as possible. That would disrupt the unity of command of the wolves and greatly demoralize the wolves. Of course, whether the unlucky ghost who was trapped later had a chance to escape was a matter of luck, and the well-informed old Mon Shan could not guarantee it.

The cunning wolf king also quickly realized the danger, and jumped behind a boulder, refusing to expose himself to the gun. The rest of the wild wolves stopped one after another, and more than 50 meters away, poked their heads out, and scanned the specific situation of their prey with their eyes. After discovering that only Zhang Songling and a frightened and paralyzed mule were discovered, they continued to shrink the encirclement under the leadership of another gray-black adult male wolf.

Forty meters, thirty meters, twenty meters. The strong male wolf had already smelled the fragrance of fresh flesh and blood, and suddenly jumped upward, ready to take the lead in the attack. "Ping!" The rifle in Zhang Songling's hand also fired at the same time, and the bullet chiseled in between the male wolf's eyes, bringing up a string of scarlet blood.