|151Kanshu.com text|.| Chapter 2: Sharpening the Sword (Part 2)

Look at the straight back of the wounded. Zhang Songling suddenly felt a very familiar feeling in his heart. This back resembles someone he remembers. But it's not exactly the same. The man's back was resolute and tall. But there is always a loneliness that cannot be tolerated. And the back of the red beard. It is bathed in the sun whenever and wherever it is.

He admires this back. Unlike any Eighth Route Army cadre he was familiar with. Also unlike any ** person he's ever heard of and imagined. Strong. Reliable. And passionate. Quickly chased a few steps. Zhang Songling also learned the appearance of a red beard. Carried a wounded man on his shoulder." Be careful. Don't hold on to the wound. Where's your horse? I'll help you through."

"No. No, you don't." The honest wounded don't want to trouble him. Struggling to respond." I can walk on my own. You. You are a guest. How can you let the guests serve on the first day....."

"You say I'm a guest again. I'll be in a hurry with you." Zhang Songling glared at the other party. Interrupt loudly." Captain Wang didn't take me as a guest. What are you seeing with me? Hurry up. I still have to help others."

The wounded choked on his words. Smiled helplessly. Reach out and point to your mount. Zhang Songling slowly helped him over. Slowly put it in the saddle. before letting go of your hand. The other person's body shook violently. I almost fell off my horse.

"Be careful." Fortunately, Zhang Songling's hands are quick and quick. Grab the wounded before they fall to the ground. Carry it again. The other party made a fuss and his face was flushed. Wheezing for a while. Only then did he explain: "I. . . I was just careless. You. You help me again. I'm sure I'm not going to fall off again this time."

"Wait. Let me think of something else." Zhang Songling shook his head. The request of the wounded was denied. The other party lost a bit of blood. Even if you barely sit firmly in the saddle. It won't last long. And this place is at least half a day's way from the guerrilla headquarters. Even if the wounded grit their teeth, they will not be able to hold out to the finish line.

The other partisans who were taking care of the color were apparently in the same trouble. Habitually turn their gaze to Redbeard. Ask your captain for help. Redbeard was also in a hurry. Spread your hands. Say aloud: "Look what I'm doing. Why don't you hurry up and cut down trees to make stretchers.. When done, take a rope and tie it between the two horses. It's easier than carrying it on your hands."

"It's better to use a car. We're going to have to get the car back to the old camp anyway." Zhao Tianlong just walked over with a wounded man. Hear Redbeard's words. Casual proposal.

"If the car is not broken. I was already driven by the little devil and ran away. It's our turn.. Besides, among us people. No one can fiddle with the steering wheel." Redbeard was stunned. Stupid response. The voice did not fall. He quickly raised his hand again. Give yourself a slap in the face." I'm dying of stupidity. Just now I said I was going to take the horse and take the car. What kind of driver are you looking for this kung fu.. Come people. Carry all the wounded to the car. Bring me the ammunition boxes and mortars too. Captain Zhao. You are most familiar with horse sex. Responsible for catching the car in front. Lao Lu. Take a few people to push in the back. Xiao Zhang and I sat in the driver's house. Let's study how to turn a corner. I don't believe it. There are so many of us alive. I can't wait for a bunch of iron lumps."

"Hehehe......." was amused by the funny behavior of his own captain. Unwounded and not too badly wounded, the partisans raised their heavy trumpets one after another. Combine them with the captured guns and ammunition. Carefully placed into the cargo compartment of the car. Zhao Tianlong used his experience to pick out eight of the captured war horses, and the most docile ones looked. The organizers tied them in front of the front of the car in two rows with ropes in hand. Vice captain Lu Feng led all the uninjured team members to stand behind the car. Hold the car board tightly with both hands.

"It's all ready." Redbeard poked his head out of the cab. Send out an inquiry to everyone.

"Alright." The partisans responded in unison. The mood became extremely excited because of the new experiment that was about to start. For them. This car that was left on the battlefield by the devil because it lost power is definitely a rarity. Sensei said to sit on it. Even if it's a touch of your hand. It's all about foreign meat.

"When you're ready, then listen to me." Redbeard's excitement is no less than anyone's. Holding the car door with one hand. The other hand is raised in the air." One, two, three."

"One, two, three."" Driving."" Walk." With the sound of a neat trumpet. People and horses work together. The outermost car, with only a thin iron shell, shuddered. Swing forward. In an instant. It was pulled out forty or fifty meters.

"Captain Zhao. A little more leisurely. There's too much grass on the road ahead. Horses' hooves are prone to slipping." Redbeard, half of his body exposed outside the cab, waved his arms. Command loudly." Lao Lu. You don't have to push. This thing is much lighter than we thought. Hey, hey. The ones in the carriage. Lie down honestly for me. It is not allowed to look out of the compartment. Say what about you. Hurry up and lie back for me. Xiao Zhang. Xiao Zhang. Steer the wheel. Don't keep drawing zigzags. Redraw. We're all going to fall into the river."

"Hahaha. Hahaha......." laughed at the person whose name was called. Noisy. Hurriedly follow the command. The other partisans jumped on their mounts. The captured horses followed the "eight-horsepower" car. While walking. While tearing his throat and asking the wounded in the carriage. Hi. Lao Zhang. How does it taste like open meat. I don't feel like I'm in the clouds."

"Lao Li. You're worth it when you're wounded this time. By car. That's a treatment that even the Mongolian prince hasn't enjoyed."

"Isn't it? I've just heard of this stuff before. I didn't expect to have a chance to touch it. Captain Captain Changing Heaven managed to fix it. Let's go up and sit down."

"If you want to come up, you can come up now." Listen to the comrades outside the carriage talking lively. A dizzy wounded man sat up again with his hands on the board of the carriage. Shout loudly." Hurry up. Let's two hurry up and change. This. I'm about to be shaken to death by it.......Wow."

"Wow." Two more wounded men poked their heads out of the carriage. Spit on the grass under the car." "Meat" tastes really good. But not everyone can afford it. At least a few of them. If you can continue riding after the injury. I will never choose to ride in a car again in my life.

Fortunately, there is only half a day left. When the injured people who are motion sick feel like they are about to vomit all their bile. Everyone is finally back at camp. I found a hidden place to hide the car. The men carried the wounded and the booty up the mountain. Then there was another rush of work without touching the ground. Finally in time for nightfall. Take care of all the wrapping up.

Zhang Songling was worried about the physical condition of the red beard. Casually dealt with a few mouthfuls of dry food. He took Zhao Tianlong to visit. I walked to the door of Redbeard's bedroom. I saw the deputy captain Lu Feng hurriedly running out of it.

"Captain Lu." The two stopped. Take the initiative to salute the latter.

"Take a break." Lu Feng raised his hand to his forehead. Solemnly returned with a military salute. Then lower your arms. Can't wait to say, "You two came just in time. I'm going to look for you. Lao Zhao. The scar doctor you talked about last time. How far is it from us? There were a lot of wounded brothers this time. I'd like to send a couple of people over and invite him back to the mountain."