Chapter 3: Heaven and Earth (11a)

At this moment, where did Zhang Songling still have the heart to joke with the dark clouds, blushing and sneering a few words, then put down the fire chopsticks, fell asleep, and after breakfast the next day, he immediately called Lao Yang, who led the cavalry company and the fighters of the Black Stone guerrillas.

Along the way, there was no need to accommodate and protect the students, and the speed of the group's march immediately accelerated a lot, and it only took six days to return to the center of the Black Stone Base Area, the Qilin Ridge of Lama Gou.

Looking at the familiarity of grass and trees, Zhang Songling's heart was surging, he finally officially returned, and he could continue to fight side by side with his good brothers in the future, using the knowledge learned in the military academy to build the Blackstone base into a real steel thistle, and piercing it on the heels of the Mongolian garrison, making their every move extremely painful.

In addition, Siqin's Wuqi Yete Right Banner, Zhou Hei Carbon Black Stone ** Battalion, Baiyin's Wuqi Yete Left Banner, and even the front banner of Zhenguo Gong Baolig can be regarded as ready-made or potential allies, drawing the ground as a prison is not in the long-term interests of the Blackstone guerrillas, and it is not only the responsibility of the Blackstone guerrillas to expel the imps from the grassland, those Mongolians who have grown up here since childhood, those Han people who have come here since their ancestors and fathers to open up the wasteland, and those primitive tribes who ride on horseback to chase water and grass, He is also unwilling to continue to endure the oppression of the little devils, as long as the guerrillas show enough strength and extend their hands to them at the right opportunity, I believe that no one will turn away.

A hopeful blueprint is about to unfold, accumulating thick and thin, it is the kind of Blackstone guerrillas, who have experienced the accumulation of the old captain Wang Huzi for many years, and the unremitting efforts of themselves, Brother Long, Fang Guoqiang and others, the future of the guerrillas, like the new leaves in the treetops at the moment, is sprinkled with the sunshine of late spring.

It's just that why is the mountain road so quiet today, maybe because of the excitement, Zhang Songling was excited, and there was a faint feeling of uneasiness in his heart, it stands to reason that the soldiers on duty in the first few sentry posts, seeing the figure of their captain, will take the initiative to come out to greet them, the last time they came back, they did just that, how did it take just half a month, everyone's attitude towards themselves was cold.

With a little confusion, Zhang Songling instigated his mount to continue walking towards the mountain, until he reached the first level, and finally saw two familiar faces, looking at himself with red eyes, and before he could speak, tears rolled all over his face.

"What's wrong, what's wrong?" Zhang Songling's heart suddenly stopped beating, flew off his horse, and grabbed the soldier who was relatively close, "Xiao Wang, what happened on the mountain, did anyone sacrifice, tell me quickly, I will order you as the captain and report truthfully." ”

"Captain" Although Zhang Songling was still followed by a whole company of guests, the soldier Xiao Wang cried bitterly, "Brother Long, Brother Long is injured, Uncle Scar, Uncle Scar is rescuing him, it's been a day and a night, wow"

"What do you say?" Like a thunderbolt overhead, Zhang Songling's eyes turned black after being blown up, and his ears buzzed, "You repeat, who was injured, how was it injured, and where was it injured." ”

"Yes, it's Brother Long." Hearing Zhang Songling's questions, Xiao Wang cried louder and louder, he was originally a little beggar with no food and clothing, it was Brother Long who picked him up from the snow and led him up the mountain, it was Brother Long who let him eat the first full meal in his life, it was Brother Long who taught him to shoot a gun, and it was Brother Long who helped him on horseback with his own hands

"Don't cry, tell me, where Brother Long was injured and how he was injured." Zhang Songling's eyes were full of fire, and he slapped Xiao Wang hard, and his voice was fierce.

"I, I don't know, I don't know, woo." Xiao Wang was staggered, raised his peach-like eyes, and responded crying, "He was covered in blood at the time, and then, and then the political commissar Fang ordered martial law for the whole mountain." ”

"Report to the captain, it was Du Crooked Mouth and Captain Zheng who carried Brother Long back, just yesterday at about ten o'clock in the morning, we didn't see clearly where the specific injury was, and now the political commissar Fang ordered the news to be temporarily blocked from the outside world." The other guerrilla was a little calmer than Xiao Wang, and when he saw that his companion was always incompatible, he rushed to report to Zhang Songling.

"People are all brought back, and they still block a fart." Zhang Songling was anxious and angry, the anger in his stomach seemed to be ready to erupt at any time, he pulled the reins of the horse hard, he turned his head, flew and jumped on the mount, "Old Yang, I'll go up first, please take the brothers to walk slowly behind." ”

"Well, you can go, and I'll take care of the rest." Yang Yang, the elder of the cavalry company belonging to the military subdivision guard regiment, hurriedly agreed, raised his hand to salute Zhang Songling, and before his words fell, Zhang Songling's mount had already run out more than ten zhang away, and the people and horses were like flying, grazing the craggy boulders on both sides of the mountain road.

"Beware of the steep road." Lao Yang hurriedly opened his throat and said loudly, and then looked at the direction where Zhang Songling disappeared and stomped his feet again and again, the war horses bred by the crossbreeding of Western breeds and Mongolian horses have many advantages such as strong explosiveness, long-lasting endurance and not picking feed, but the ability to adapt to complex terrain is far inferior to Mongolian horses, and the mountain road of Qilin Ridge is obviously opened up to strengthen defense, and there are many places that are tightly attached to the edge of the cliff, in case the crotch mount horse misses the front hoof

At this moment, Zhang Songling couldn't hear what Lao Yang was shouting, his whole mind was full of Zhao Tianlong's shadow, the strong man who broke the steel knife with one shot and pulled himself back from the Ghost Gate, the strong man who did everything possible to pull himself into the guerrillas, and decided that this was the only good friend in the world who was the right choice, the cavalry captain who fought side by side with him and led the charge with the little devil's machine gun, the good brother who stood by his side immediately after Redbeard's death and firmly maintained the authority of his captain. A good helper and a good colleague of the three armies

The brothers on duty at the various checkpoints along the way can understand the captain's mood at this time, and they are very reasonable to get out of the way in advance, for the injury of the deputy captain Zhao Tianlong, they are as worried as Zhang Songling, for several years, everyone has long been accustomed to the days of prancing horses and wielding knives under the leadership of Brother Long, and in the impression, they have never seen Brother Long ever fall off his mount, even in the most fierce defense of Qilin Ridge, in order to create a transfer opportunity for Redbeard and the people under the mountain, he led everyone to rush to the enemy army several times his own again and again, but only suffered a little skin trauma, and even the anti-inflammatory powder was not applied, so he casually found shochu and rushed it, then jumped on horseback and led everyone to continue to gallop.

However, just when the little devil in Black Rock City was almost beaten down, Brother Long, who had the incorruptible body of King Kong, and Brother Long, who was regarded as the idol of life by everyone, was suddenly seriously injured, and the specks of blood extended from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, when everyone saw the dying figure on the back of Du Crooked Mouth, the first feeling was, this is not true, how is this possible, who in the world can hurt Brother Long, however, the reality is extremely cold, so cold that people can almost stand on their feet, Brother Long is injured, was blown down by a Japanese-made grenade from a distance of less than five meters from the back, and the entire back could hardly find a complete place.

"Uncle Scar is still rescuing, we have enough Western medicine this time." In addition to getting out of the way and clearing all possible obstacles in advance, the soldiers at each checkpoint did not forget to report the situation they knew to their captain as much as possible at the moment when the war horse passed, "The political commissar Fang has sent a telegram to the military subdivision for help, and a surgeon will be sent over there." "The hundred-year-old ginseng I bought for Team Wang last time is still there, and Uncle Scar has already boiled and fed Brother Long." "I have found several people who can give blood transfusions to Brother Long, and the hygienists assigned to us by the military sub-district know how to transfuse blood." “”

Regarding the kindness of the soldiers, Zhang Songling replied with a decisive order, "Block the news as much as possible, and block it for as long as you can." ”。

Zhao Tianlong is not only the deputy captain of the Blackstone guerrillas, but also the soul of all the cavalry, the Dinghai Divine Needle in the entire base area, almost everyone in the guerrillas who fights on horseback, more or less, has accepted his guidance, including Zhang Songling himself, more than half of the riding and knife skills are taught by him, and there is no hiding when teaching, if his injuries are too serious, in a short period of time, the offensive power of the guerrillas will drop by at least half, and those eyes that spy on the base area, I will definitely take the opportunity to stir up the wind and rain again.

Go all the way up, accept the kindness of the soldiers all the way, when entering the gate of the main camp, Zhang Songling's mind actually regained a little bit of sanity, no matter what, to rescue Zhao Tianlong, you must put it in the first place, at this time, as the captain of the team, you must not appear too flustered, otherwise, it will only let those snoopers in the four corners see the cheap, and it will only make the complicated situation that the guerrillas were originally going to face worse.

Trying to restrain the anxiety in his heart, he turned his horse's head and rushed straight to the large ward specially opened up for the old scar in the back camp, and from a distance, he saw the figures on the third floor and the outer three floors, all the brothers who had not left the task rushed over, standing outside the big ward, anxiously waiting for the news inside, several people who were found to be similar to Brother Long's blood type, regardless of the mountain weather, exposed one arm, lined up at the main entrance of the ward, just waiting for the hygienist to show up, and strive for the next chance to be drawn blood.

Seeing Zhang Songling's figure appear, the brothers were stunned at first, and then quickly gave way to a passage, the captain returned, the most knowledgeable captain returned, he had saved the entire guerrilla army at critical moments many times, this time Brother Long was in trouble, how could he no longer give everyone a surprise,!

"Those who don't donate blood will go back to rest immediately, if everyone is exhausted, in case the little devils run to the base area to wreak havoc, who will expel them?" Zhang Songling flew off his horse, first took a deep breath, and then pretended to be calm and ordered, he was the captain of the brigade, the captain of the entire Blackstone guerrilla force, Brother Long was injured, at this time, he had to show his calmness and strength.

No one moved, and all the brothers watched him silently, their eyes full of antiquity.

"Lao Zheng, you lead the team back to rest for me, don't forget, you are the squadron leader of our guerrillas, not the ordinary people under the mountain." Zhang Songling frowned, hardened his heart and began to nod, his eyes swept from the crowd like a north wind, and there was no accommodation in it.

"Yes." The first squadron leader Lao Zheng had to agree, and slowly walked outside, the cadres in the team thought about it, and also understood the good intentions of their captain, held back the sadness in their hearts, and turned around silently.

Under the leadership of the cadres, the brothers left one after another, and every few steps they took, they couldn't help but look back to see if any miracles had happened in the house in these few seconds, Brother Long was an iron-beaten man, how could he be put down by a grenade, the captain had come back to see him, the two of them hadn't seen each other for more than a year, how could he bear it, how could he bear to continue to fall asleep.

Just when everyone was staggering, under the windowsill, suddenly jumped up and a guy whose face was so swollen that he couldn't tell who it was, ran to Zhang Songling in three steps and two steps, "poof", and fell to his knees: "Captain, you, you shoot me, Brother Long was injured to save me, I was in a hurry to grab the credit, and I dragged Brother Long, it was me, I wanted to catch a job, so I gave the little devil the opportunity to throw a grenade, it's me, it's me."

"Du crooked his mouth." Zhang Songling was stunned, hesitated and stopped, from the voice, he judged that it was Du Crooked Mouth who knelt in front of him, but this person's face was full of bruises, his body was covered with footprints, and his waist was also stiff like a flower child, and he didn't see the wind and bones when he forced others to accept him to join the guerrillas.

"You don't have to pretend here." A soldier Zhang Songling had never seen before stepped forward, raised his leg and kicked Du Crooked Mouth, and then reported to Zhang Songling loudly with red eyes, "When the grenade landed, Brother Long pressed him under him, otherwise, it should be him who is being rescued now, this Wang Ba calf wants to make meritorious service and wants to go crazy, and he actually went to carry the wounded of the little devil, Brother Long, Brother Long"

Before he finished speaking, his eyes were red again, tears rolled down, and the other soldiers around him also gritted their teeth and stepped forward, punching and kicking Du Crooked Mouth again, the latter neither dodged nor begged for mercy, just kept crying, "Shoot me, shoot me, it's me who dragged Brother Long, it's me, it's me who rushes to catch the captive."

"Stop, stop fighting, what to do with him, according to the discipline of our guerrillas." Zhang Songling also hated Du Crooked Mouth in his heart at this moment, but he couldn't watch this person being beaten to death by the brothers, first scolded in a low voice, and then bent down and struggled to pull Du Crooked Mouth from the ground, "Can you still go by yourself, if you can, you can go back and rest first, don't think too much, as long as you are not"

Before he could finish his sentence, there was a sudden sound of horses' hooves behind him, followed by a fire that rolled past his ears, and Siqin, the queen of the right banner of Wuqi Yete, carried the box cannon with one hand, pushed away the crowd and rushed to the ward, "Brother Long, don't be afraid, Siqin is here, Siqin is here to accompany you, the two of us are born together today, and we die together." ”