Chapter 5: The Naked Child (17a)

The sun slowly rose from the sea of grass. Through the dark clouds. Sprinkle the morning glow on the wide river. Countless unknown fish have been awakened from their sleep. Jumping and jumping out. Use your body to stir the whole river to a boil. The glow on the surface of the river was instantly shattered by the tail of the fish. A little bit of red and purple rippled around with the water waves. It's like a falling flower in the spring season. Liuhua River. The most special river in the Dongmeng grassland has also stretched its waist and woken up from its deep sleep. The sparkling light reflects the tired and determined shadows on the riverside.

"Thirty miles further on, the Broken Golden Bridge. Let's hold on a little longer. After crossing the river, you can rest." Zhao Tianlong instigated the yellow fat horse. Run from the front of the line to the end. and shouted loudly and turned back to the front. Among all the partisans. He's always the one with the most physical strength. Yellow fat horse under crotch. It will always be the most miraculous horse. A man and a horse seem to have endless energy. From the starry day to the dawn. He won't stop for a moment to rest.

"Hold on. Hold on a little longer, guys." Zhang Songling shook his two arms that were full of bandages. Agitate loudly with Zhao Tianlong." Cross the river and blow up the bridge. Let the little devil cry to the river."

"Let the little devil cry to the river." The partisans raised their heads from the saddle. Respond in unison. Try to show the two captains their energetic side. But the hoarse voice betrayed them. Expose the fact that they have become the end of the crossbow.

Zhang Songling and Zhao Tianlong pretended not to hear anything. Continue to lead everyone to gallop forward. As the core of this team. The two of them know what they have to do at the moment. What not to do. Even if Tarzan collapses in front of him. Nor can I frown a little. The brethren were watching them. The Heroic Spirits who had already died were also silently watching them from the sky. They have no qualifications for weakness.

The same was deliberately ignored by the two. And the sound of the car motor behind you is getting clearer and clearer. The terrain on the steppe is empty. Long before the light of day. They have already realized the fact that they are being targeted by devils. Kuniaki Kawada was completely stunned. He would rather give up the opportunity to level the old camp of the guerrillas. and before they are killed. Of course. If the little devil goes straight to the lama ditch according to the original plan. The result is certainly nothing. There were five or six more hours before and after. Enough for Redbeard to organize the brothers who stayed in the old camp and the people near the old camp to evacuate calmly.

This new discovery shocked Zhang Songling and the guerrillas. My heart is full of pride. With a mere one hundred and twenty. Brothers. Unexpectedly, more than 2,000 Japanese puppet coalition troops who wanted to uproot the guerrillas were aggressive. Several times the course has changed. This record. Isn't that enough to be proud of? Look at the whole grassland. In addition to the Blackstone guerrillas. And which team. can bring such a great shame to the little devil... This is simply a slap in the face of the Kwantung Army . And it's a draw and leave. The kind that doesn't give the other party a chance to return the phone. Holding this honor in hand. Even if you drive the little devil away in the future, there will be no battle to fight. Go home and continue to be a farmer. Leisure time. You can also sit on the handle of the hoe and say proudly to the younger generations around you. Your grandfather when I was young. I once had a hard fight with a little devil. Beat them to cry dad and call mother. Face full of peach blossoms.

With this pride. The partisans beat the stirrups hard. Continue to run along the dirt road that the predecessors stepped on the bank of the Liuhua River. The little devils didn't hesitate to follow. Although Kuniaki Kawada and others knew it in their hearts. This is further and further from their original plan.

The car of the little devil bites the horsehooves of the guerrillas. Be on somebody's trail. The puppet soldiers and the horses under their crotches couldn't hold on. Falling behind one after another. But Kuniaki Kawada has completely indifferent to interfere. Through bulky telescopes. He had already seen the proud backs of the partisans. Among them was a fat black man riding a large white horse in the East. Particularly eye-catching.

That big white horse is the former predecessor of Kuniaki Kawada. Junji Fujita's beloved thing. In order to avoid being hit hard by Redbeard when chasing down the black fat man Zhang Songling. I couldn't help but give it to Redbeard as a gift. Now the big white horse is in the hands of Zhang Fatzi, and the advantages of inheritance in the bloodline of both the paternal and maternal lines are brought into full play. Its original owner, Junji Fujita, was brought before the Imperial Military Tribunal. And will pass the days in the reserve forces with a lifetime of humiliation .

The second one who was unlucky because of this fat man was Kuniaki Kawada's predecessor, Tachibana Mitsui. This hapless guy has been in office for a short time. Estimates have already set a record. Even the chair of the Emperor of the Black Stone Village was not hot. Just because the pursuit of the guerrillas failed. Instead, he was introduced into a frozen lake by the other party and froze his internal organs. After struggling on the sickbed for several months, he died of hatred.

"Others can let him them escape. That fat man on a white horse must be killed today no matter what!" Put down the binoculars. Kuniaki Kawada loudly announced his latest combat objectives. It's not that I don't know. Do the math carefully. He only found out in just two years. The consultant of the Black Stone Village has already changed three stubbles because of the black fat man riding a white horse in front of him. This trend must be put to an end in its own hands. Otherwise. Maybe there will be many more imperial talents to follow in the footsteps of Junji Fujita.

"That fat black man is a bad luck star. It must be cut off as soon as possible." Coincidentally. Kodama last time just arrived in the grassland for a few days. also regarded Zhang Songling as a thorn in his side. He was repelled by the guerrillas in a white-knuckle battle. This is simply the greatest humiliation of Kodama Squadron since it became famous. There is only the blood of the initiator. in order to wash away this humiliation. There is only the blood of the initiator. In order to make him, the squadron leader, have a passable explanation to his superiors.

"Then you make the car go faster. Don't let him find an opportunity to plant explosives calmly. The foundation of the arch bridge across the river is made of stone. It shouldn't be so easy to blow up. As long as the bridge deck is not too badly damaged. The guerrillas had crossed the river before we got lucky. I can't escape the chase of the car." Shirakawa Shiro, an operations staff officer, was far clearer in his mind than the two accomplices. I have seen the next step from this step in front of me. And the coping strategy is given in advance.

"Accelerate. Hasten. Leave the garrison brigade alone. Give me the full sportiness of the car." At times like these. Kuniaki Kawada is definitely able to do it from the advice. Listened to Shiro Shirakawa's words. Immediately raise the command knife high. The order was given to the team to sprint at full speed.

"Woooooo Boom. Boom." The driver pressed the accelerator hard to the bottom. Squeeze the potential of the motor to the maximum. The command vehicle rushed forward like an arrow from a string. Like a hungry wolf with red eyes. The speed of the entire convoy behind him also increased by a fifth. Regardless of the danger of rollover and breakdown. Follow the head wolf ahead. Ready to run for most of the night. The prey, already exhausted, was completely torn to shreds.

It has to be said. A troop carrier specially modified by the little devils for the steppe terrain. The quality is truly outstanding. The smoke from the exhaust port is already blue-black. The car engine still hasn't crashed. Soon. Just put the distance between the convoy and the "prey" ahead. From five miles to within three miles. And continue at a speed that is visible to the naked eye. Keep this distance shorter.

Zhang Songling, Zhao Tianlong and the others also heard the roar of the motor behind them, which had become very harsh. Bite the bullet. He led the brothers to squeeze out the last bit of energy in the warhorse's body. Two horses improved by a cross between a three-way iron hoof horse and a Don hippopotamus are running and running. Suddenly foaming at the mouth. Fell headlong to the ground. Guerrilla fighters on horseback are nimble enough thanks to their skills. Only then did he shake off the stirrups the moment the mount fell. Jump up with your arms as support. Landed on two other horses with empty saddles. Narrowly escaped being crushed by his mount. But the new mounts under the crotches of both of them also quickly began to gasp. The saliva flowing from the corners of the mouth also quickly turns from white to red. Ran around all afternoon and one night. There was no concentrate supplementation. The vast majority of the horses in the team are also on the verge of collapse. It won't take long. will repeat the footsteps of the previous two.

Such a critical moment. But there is a new accident ahead. There were caravans of camels selling goods in the way of the guerrillas. The vendors in the line heard the loud sound of horses' hooves and the roaring of cars. I was scared and overwhelmed. Sitting on the hump in a daze. I forgot to drink it and let the beast dodge.

"Let's go. The little devil's car is going to kill it right away." I don't want the innocent to be harmed. Zhang Songling slowed down his mount. While tearing his throat and reminding loudly.

"Fellow. Get the camel out of the way. The little devil convoy is just behind." The other fighters also tried to tighten the reins. Slow down the horse. so as not to rush directly into the caravan. I was shocked by the camels that the traders relied on for their livelihood.

Didn't expect. It's okay that they don't remind. A reminder that the devil's car is about to kill. The leader of the caravan with a turban over his face. I immediately made up my mind. Tear your throat and say hello loudly in Mongolian with a northeastern accent. He actually asked his men to turn the camel sideways. directly blocked in front of the horses of Zhang Songling and others.

"Fellow. What are you doing here?" Caught off guard. Zhang Songling pulled the mount two or three times in a row. Only then did the white horse avoid a direct collision with the camel. I'm about to ask the other party what Ande's intentions are. The caravan with its face covered suddenly flipped its wrists. Two box guns aimed at his chest and pulled the trigger..

"Ping-pong, ping-pong, ping-pong." One of the guerrillas pushes his mount with all his might. Blocked the bullet with his body. Zhang Songling and Zhao Tianlong were furious. Shouting and holding his gun. Fight back against the black-scarved "caravan leader" and "buddy".

The "caravan leader" apparently before the shot was fired . I have already thought about the way out. Unexpectedly, he didn't wait for Zhang Songling and Zhao Tianlong to point their guns at themselves. He jumped to the side of the camel. While leading his "guys" to raise their guns and continue to sneak attack the guerrillas. While shouting with a sneer: "Zhao Tianlong. You also have today. Lao Tzu was forced by you to be unable to gain a foothold on the grassland. This time. I just got it back with interest."

"Jiang Hulu. You're looking for death." Hear the other man's duck-like voice. Zhao Tianlong immediately understood the ins and outs of the entire emergency. It was not a caravan at all that was shooting at the partisans with long guns and short guns. Rather, the long-vanished Yellowbeard and the remnants of his horse thieves. These guys had been pretending to be caravans and making a living on the grasslands. lest someone recognize your true identity. At this moment, it is learned that the guerrillas are being chased by the Japanese devils. So take the opportunity to fall into the ground.

"Yellowbeard. You treat the little devil as a dog. Do you become addicted? I don't even know how to repent when I die.." Zhang Songling also heard the identity of the other party. Two box guns took turns firing. The yellow-bearded Jiang Hulu did not dare to show his head behind the camel. All the bullets hit the camel. But the poor brute doesn't know how to dodge. Blocked round after round of shots with flesh and blood for the sinister master. And Yellowbeard himself. The camel's body is used as a cover. The minions under the command of the commander quickly spread out the formation. Desperately trying to hold back the guerrillas for the little devils.

It's been half a day and a whole night without rest. The decline in the physical strength and combat effectiveness of the partisans was very noticeable. Most of the bullets fired landed in the air. Unable to quickly defeat the bandits in front of them. And the yellowbeard and the horse thieves seem to be fearless. They don't have to think about the consequences of this battle at all. As long as you can use bullets to seal the range of about 100 meters around the camel caravan. Forcing the guerrillas to take a detour. It basically achieves the end goal. The little devil's car is less than two miles away. The longer the partisans delayed. The farther the detour. The more difficult it is to escape the black hand of the devil.

"Draw your sword. Rush with me." Critical moments. Zhao Tianlong resolutely made a decision. Draw out the broad-backed long knife. He was ready to face the bullets of the horse thieves and cut a bloody way out of the camel caravan.

"Rush over. Rush over." The other partisans also put away their rifles. Trying to urge the exhausted war horse under the crotch. The detour is dead. To stay is to die. It's better to kill the horse thieves directly from the corpses. Fight your way out. Footsteps of the guerrillas. It's not a few stinky fish and shrimp that can't stop it.

The guerrillas' attempts were discovered. Yellowbeard's heart became more and more proud. Rip your throat open. Shout out to the horse thieves around you and keep shooting rhythm with yourself. In the absence of a machine gun. Platoon gun salvos are the best way to deal with war horses. Moreover, the two warring sides were less than fifty meters away from each other. The war horses under the crotch of the guerrillas can't rush up to speed at all.

"Fire. Come with me. Fire. Let Iruyun Dragon taste our awesomeness." The more you shout. The more proud he became. The whole person is so beautiful that it almost floats up from the ground. I'm worried that I can't get in touch with a new Japanese consultant. Now it's all right. The greeting gift is the head of the dragon in the clouds.

"Da-da-da-da. Da da da. "Someone is firing at ....... Still with a light machine gun. But behind the camel caravan . This is down. It was Yellowbeard's turn to be stunned. Looked back in surprise. I just saw Zhao Xiaoshuan with his hands off the reins. The figure rushing towards the camel caravan with a crooked handle.

A light machine gun. Four branches of three eight big gayer. Five partisans rode on galloping horses. All of them are heroic. Exaggerated.