|.| Chapter 7: Returning (No. 3)

"It's all in the past." Seeing Zhang Songling's face full of confusion. Peng Xuewen leaned over to him. Whisper comfort." The deceased is gone. Those of us who are still alive. It is necessary to cherish the useful body. Keep sacrificing the lives of little devils to them."

"Hmm." Zhang Songling turned his head to look at him. The answer was weak. Since August last year. He's been killing devils. From Weijiazhuang, Gu'an, and all the way to the Niangzi Pass. Together, the number of devils killed was more than a platoon. But there are more people around me who have fallen. It's three or four times as many as the devils. The National Revolutionary Army he served for also came from Beiping and Taiyuan. It has been retreated to Wuhan and Chengdu. This war. I really don't know when it will end.

"It's been more than a year. There are no less than twenty devils and traitors who have died at my hands." Peng Xuewen leaned forward again. There was already a hint of pride in his words." Beiping, Tianjin, Baoding, Zhangjiakou. There are our people everywhere. Everyone usually hides in the market. Easily will not be dispatched. One move. will give the enemy a thunderous blow. If you ......"

"Can you be quiet for a moment?" Zhang Songling glanced at him. Interrupt loudly.

Peng Xuewen was taken aback by the murderous aura in his eyes. Instinctively, he ducked back. But soon realized that he was overreacting. Stunned. His face was full of surprise.' What the hell is this kid doing? It's like rolling in a sea of corpses and blood.! Even the number one killer of Beiping Station, Lao Wu. There's no such murderous aura on his body.'

With a belly full of questions. He secretly looked at Zhang Songling. The more you look. The more you feel that the other party has changed dramatically. The once pale face. Now it's completely bronze; Once a little fat. Now it has completely become an iron tendon; Once a face full of sunshine. Now it's all a sinister aura; Once delicate skin. Nowadays it is also covered in frost and scars. Especially the lower part of the neck near the throat. There are two centipede-like scars staggered down. Just move the collar slightly. It can be clearly revealed.

One of them must have been a shrapnel wound. The other one came from a bayonet seven or eight times out of ten. As a young agent trained by the Survey and Statistics Bureau of the Military Commission of the National Government in the enemy-occupied areas. Peng Xuewen believes that he will not be mistaken. And these two wounds. It can only come from the battlefield of fire and blood. It can't be a vendetta in the rivers and lakes.

Move your body carefully. He approached Zhang Songling again. I wanted to reach out and pat the latter on the shoulder. But they are worried about becoming the target of the other party's anger. Beat it indiscriminately. Raise your arms in mid-air and hesitate. It moved down very quickly. Then it shrank back like an electric shock.

"I'm annoyed right now." Zhang Songling did not have a seizure this time. Stand up. Walk over to your pack horse and look for a hydration bag. The bag is full of horse ** wine. Although the degree is a little lower. Swallow two or three catties in one go. It's enough to make people flutter and don't know where they are.

"Give me a little too. I'm thirsty." It was found that Zhang Songling had no interest in beating himself again. Peng Xuewen stuck like kraft candy.

"Pour it yourself." Zhang Songling untied another leather pocket. Throw it to Peng Xuewen. After beating the latter up. The resentment towards this man in his heart had faded a lot. There's no need to deliberately look at this guy anymore.

"Hmm." Peng Xuewen was smashed back by a leather bag full of wine and took half a step back. Then smile and loosen the leather rope tied to the mouth of the bag. Raise your head and drink." Hiss. Wine. Although it's a little lighter. But the taste is very positive. Siqin prepared it for you. She's so nice to you. I can see it. Her twins. I've been sneaking my eyes at you for the past two days."

"Izumo Long and I once saved their lives." I don't want to listen to Peng Xuewen chewing on the root of his tongue. Zhang Songling glanced at this person. Explain out loud.

"When.." Peng Xuewen's purpose is just to get closer to the other party. Now that we've found common ground. Don't care to continue digging into the nitty-gritty.

"More than half a month ago." The words of the reply were very brief. But at least it's no longer a rejection of people thousands of miles away.

"Is it in the hands of little devils?" Peng Xuewen's conspiracy succeeded. The spirit was greatly inspired. A few more steps forward. Drink face-to-face with Zhang Songling.

"White Russia." Zhang Songling just wants to get drunk first. Respond casually." There is a group of White Russians who escaped from the Soviet Union in the vicinity. Survive by robbing and working as mercenaries. The strength is very strong. Bad things are done. The local Mongolian nobles and the Japanese devils in the Black Stone Village. There's nothing they can do."

"It was the Soviet Union that came to China after the October Revolution. It's already spreading in China. Strictly speaking. Not completely Russian. At that time, Zhang Zongchang also hired a group of . It is said to be very brave......"

The two of them didn't have any deep hatred for each other. Take the mare's milk wine as a medium. Soon. Ben Dong sentence. West chatted sentence by sentence. The four henchmen under Peng Xuewen's command have been hovering more than 30 meters away from the two, ready to rush over to protect their bosses. At this moment, I saw that the boss was chatting happily with the little black fat man. I couldn't help but secretly said in my heart: "I haven't heard that Section Chief Peng has such a brother-in-law... In the palace, the two of them did not greet each other. How to catch up and get into a fight. It's suddenly so familiar. Could it be that our Chief Peng naturally likes to be beaten. Who beats you harder and gets closer to whom?!"

Belly slander is belly slander. But they didn't dare to get close to eavesdrop on their bosses. We walked together and discussed for a while. Also find dry food and water from your luggage. Packed up dinner not far away.

"I've got wine here. You can all get a little bit. But don't drink too much. lest you misunderstand." Peng Xuewen is a good boss. Take Zhang Songling's wine and be generous to others.

A subordinate with a short figure ran over and took the wine. I handed over two more canned beef." Brother Zhang, right? Please try this. It tastes pretty good."

It's a military canned food for the Japanese. No need to ask. Zhang Songling also knew that Peng Xuewen and others snatched it from the devil. He whispered a word of thanks. Pull out the dagger from the boot barrel. Skillfully cut the canning box. Pick out the pieces of meat mixed with buckwheat dough inside.

"You've eaten it before." Peng Xuewen hesitated. Tentatively asked.

"I've eaten a lot." Zhang Songling responded very blandly. It's as if this kind of canned meat is everywhere in the market.

"Where?"

"Lady off. We seized a whole bunch of them. Eat every day. Eat until you get tired of it."

"You participated in the Battle of Niangzi Pass. Which team to belong to?" Peng Xuewen's heart skipped a beat. The words that came out of the question seemed to come out of nowhere. Purposeless.

"Of course it's twenty-six. I'm from the Twenty-Sixth Route Secret Service." Zhang Songling glanced at him strangely. Frowning in response. Didn't you just say that you were with me? Why don't you even know this.."

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