Chapter 3: Heaven and Earth (No. 9)

“.”“ Bang. Zhang Songling reminded loudly, and at the same time pulled the trigger, using the bullet to dig out a transparent hole in the thigh of the puppet soldier who ran the farthest.

"Ahh The lucky puppet army let out a terrible howl from his mouth, and fell headlong, and the steel knife of the palace guard swept past his scalp, bringing up half of the military hat and a handful of dirty hair, and then looking at several of his accomplices, where is there still a chance to live, or the neck was cut off, or half of the body was removed, lying on the dry ground one by one, and blood was gurgling out of the wound.

Zhang Songling has been rolling on the battlefield for a long time, and he has long been accustomed to seeing this kind of bloody scene, put away his gun, jumped off the horse, walked quickly to the side of the puppet army whose leg was broken, pulled the collar of this person, and asked loudly, "Say, where did you come from, how many waves of people are there this time, what is the goal, except for the few who died, do you have any other accomplices nearby?" ”

The previous question is purely redundant, since it is a puppet army, it must be from Black Rock City, but the last two questions have some skills, the injured puppet army's face turned pale, and his teeth clenched, "When, of course, it is from Black Stone Village, since it has fallen into the hands of Zhang Ye, the small one admits it, and please Zhang Ye, Zhang Ye don't force the villain to lie and lie to you, give the little one a pleasure as soon as possible." ”

Zhang Songling saw this, and immediately understood that he had caught a piece of hob meat, this kind of goods, most of them grew up in the bandits' den, and they still have nothing to do except for a rotten life, and they have no concept of right and wrong in their hearts, and they don't have much nostalgia for the world, so they would rather ask for death than "betray" the so-called comrades.

While pondering how to extract useful dry goods from the man's mouth, the fatter of the two palace guards had already followed with his mount, untied a long leather rope from behind the saddle, and without saying a word put it on the captive's wrist.

"You, what are you going to do, you, you kind of give Lao Tzu a good time, ah ,,。" It is strange to say that the captured puppet army had the courage to pretend to be hob meat with Zhang Songling, but he did not have the courage to play tricks with the fat guards of the palace, and as soon as the leather rope was put on his wrist, he screamed loudly, and at the same time, his whole body fell to the ground like a lead block, and he refused to be pulled away by the other party.

"Happy, you think beautifully." The fat guard pouted slightly, put the rope on his shoulders and dragged it hard, dragging the puppet army to the horse's tail like a dead dog, and then flew up and jumped on the mount, "If you dare to come to the gate of the palace to assassinate, you yourself should know the consequences, the old rules, fifty miles, if your kid is still alive, all crimes will be bought and sold." ”

After that, the legs lightly clamped the horse's belly, and the prisoner was about to be dragged away, and the puppet army captives would play dead dogs again, how could the body carry the war horse, and jumped more than a dozen steps behind the horse's tail with one leg, and fell to the ground, with a terrible scream in his mouth, "Ah,,, spare your life, spare your life, ah,,, I move, I move, don't delay, please don't drag, the Eighth Route Army, the Eighth Route Army treats the prisoners preferentially." ”

"Cheap bones." The fat guard scolded disdainfully, pulled the reins, and dragged the prisoner in front of Zhang Songling again, back and forth was only twenty or thirty meters, the clothes on the puppet army's body had been dragged into strips of rotten cloth, and countless wounds of all sizes oozed blood at the same time, moistening the strips of cloth and the dust on the strips of cloth into a cloud of dark red mud.

The puppet army prisoners were already in pain, but they didn't dare to faint, and without waiting for Zhang Songling to ask, they took the initiative to respond loudly: "I recruit, I recruit, I am from Blackstone City, I am from Blackstone City, I am on the orders of Bai Chuan Staff Officer and Jiang Ye, come here to randomly cause sabotage, we set off at the same time A total of thirteen groups, without any preset goals, Jiang Ye said, as long as you can kill a few people with heads and faces on the territory of the guerrillas and the right banner, it will be considered a victory to complete the task." ”

"It's Jiang Hulu." The fat guard shook the rope vigorously, causing the puppet army to grin, "A guy who can shoot black guns, he also deserves to be called a 'master'." ”

"Yes, it's Jiang, Jiang Hulu." The captive was afraid of being dragged again, so he hurriedly repeated loudly, "It's Jiang Hulu, Jiang Hulu, that bastard, he, he himself doesn't have the ability to confront Zhang Ye head-on, so, that's why he used this kind of bad move, the small just now, I didn't see clearly that it was Zhang Ye, Cai, I dared to shoot behind the Japanese, the small, the small one really didn't recognize it was you, if you knew that it was you who came back, even if you borrowed a hundred small guts, I didn't dare to reach out to you, oops, I told the truth, the truth, Zhang Ye, the small one is your captive, please, Please, don't give them the little ones. ”

While crying and begging for mercy, he tried his best to roll his body at Zhang Songling's feet, lest he be handed over to the two palace guards again, who would be tied to the horse's tail and dragged to pieces alive.

"You're my captive." Zhang Songling squatted down and emphasized in a low voice, "As long as you confess truthfully, I will not hand you over to them." ”

"Small moves, small moves, whatever you ask, small moves, you are the official of the Eighth Route Army, the Eighth Route Army, and the Eighth Route Army treats prisoners preferentially." The captured puppet army raised his head and looked into Zhang Songling's eyes as if he had been pardoned, and reiterated pitifully.

This is the key to his previous dare to play a dead dog with Zhang Songling, the Eighth Route Army does not kill prisoners, does not abuse prisoners, and will do their best to treat the prisoners' injuries, as the local armed forces of the Eighth Route Army, the Blackstone guerrillas implement the same discipline, especially in the more than a year after Fang Guoqiang arrived, almost every time he fought with the puppet army, he would not abuse the prisoners when he caught them, even if the other party refused to abandon the secret and surrender to the light, usually at most he would be locked up for a political lesson for ten days, and the other party would be let go, and dry food and a small amount of travel expenses would be issued, lest these guys starve to death on the way home.

Zhang Songling also encountered a similar situation when he was a trainee company commander in the 24th Regiment, so far, except for scolding this kind of prisoner for being stubborn, no one in the entire Eighth Route Army can come up with a better way, so he is not used to it, he shook his head with a smile, and continued to ask: "What about the neighborhood, are there any other accomplices of yours nearby, if they are discovered by the guerrillas or the people of the palace, what other tricks do you have, how to cooperate with each other, and if one is in trouble, will the nearby accomplices rush over to reinforce it?" ”

"No, no, I swear, certainly not." The puppet prisoner lowered his head and rubbed his sleeve on his shirt, and then responded repeatedly, "Our team is the farthest, that, the little devil who was broken by your old head is a strong seed, and he has to go to the palace to catch a big fish, we, we can't resist him, so we have to follow, others, others generally don't go so far, Jiang Ye, no, Jiang Hulu's bastard didn't tell us to take care of each other at all, just said, as long as we kill people in the guerrillas or the territory of the prince of Siqin, The common people will sprinkle their anger on you, and those traders, after seeing the fate of their accomplices, will not dare to come no matter how much money they make. ”

"Hiss ,,。" Zhang Songling inhaled in a low voice, the day before I heard Li Laojiu say that the devil and the puppet army began to fight guerrilla warfare, he didn't take it too seriously, after all, his side is an expert in guerrilla warfare, the devil and the puppet army's move is purely an axe, now after listening to the words of the captive, and then carefully considering, he found that he was probably too careless before, at this time, the Blackstone guerrilla area has become the Blackstone base area, and the role of the guerrillas has also changed from a mobile combat force to the ruler and protector of the base area. Any sabotage carried out by the devils and puppet troops in the base area will cause damage to the prestige and image of the guerrillas, and make the people and traders feel that the guerrillas have not fulfilled their responsibility to protect them, and even feel that they have no ability to defend the base area.

What a sinister move! The grasslands are vast and sparsely populated, and in the past, the guerrillas could make full use of this unique natural condition to play hide and seek with the little devils, but now, the little devils have started a war of attack and harassment for the purpose of pure destruction, and the guerrillas are also unable to guard against it.

Thinking of the consequences of murders everywhere in the base area, Zhang Songling shuddered, and then didn't bother to ask the prisoner for other details, first pulled a strip of cloth to wrap the gunshot wound on the leg for this person, so as not to run out of blood and die, and then ordered one of the guards to go back to the palace to warn Siqin, and the other guard went to the small bubble to catch the devil and the puppet army war horse according to the prisoner's explanation, and after the latter brought all the war horses to him, he tied the prisoner to the back of one of them, and tied the other horses into a string as a backup.

In the afternoon of the next day, he finally rushed back to the guerrilla station with the dying captives, Fang Guoqiang had already obtained the news through the mouths of other guerrillas that there were devils and puppet soldiers infiltrating the base to kill people and goods, and then checked with the confession brought back by Zhang Songling, and cold sweat immediately oozed from his forehead.

"I, I suggest, notify, notify all the cards, strengthen the inspection of passers-by, etc., and if you find that you are planning to do wrong, take it down immediately." Looking at Zhang Songling, who was in the dust, he said loudly, his eyes were full of hesitation and uneasiness.

"All the cavalry immediately went down the mountain, took the squad as a unit, and began to fight and patrol in the base area, and when they encountered devils and puppet soldiers, as well as those who dared to shoot and sneak attack, regardless of his identity, they would all be killed on the spot." In terms of military struggle, Zhang Songling has much more experience than him, and without even thinking about it, he came up with another set of supplementary measures.

It doesn't matter whether there are roads or roads on the grassland, the checkpoints set up by the guerrillas before can only be used to deal with the Black Stone ** Battalion and passing traders who have no malicious intentions, if the little devils deliberately come in to cause destruction, they don't care if those checkpoints are not checkpoints, find a remote place and take a detour for a while, you can sneak in without knowing and do whatever you want.

"Well," Fang Guoqiang's brows jumped, instinctively wanting to remind Zhang Songling, is this too spicy, to some extent it has violated the discipline of the Eighth Route Army, but seeing the murderous aura in the other party's eyes, he forcibly pressed the objections that had reached his mouth back into his stomach, first respect the authority of the captain, and after the arrogance of the devils and puppet soldiers is defeated, it is not too late to make some detailed adjustments to the task, anyway, Zhang Songling will continue to protect the students in the last day or two. I really don't need to distract him from a little thing.