Chapter 3 Storm (Sixth)

He traveled thousands of miles and could not stop, because once he stopped, it was the end of his life. Looking at the vast night around him, a chill suddenly surged in Zhang Songling's heart. From head to toe, from his spine to the top door, he found that he understood why Zhao Tianlong refused to recognize Siqin during the day. It was not just because of the continued hatred of the previous generation, but then a deeper sadness surged in his heart, so strong that he could hardly breathe.

I don’t know how long it took, Zhang Songling let out a long sigh and whispered: “What are Brother Zhao’s plans in the future? I mean, after helping me get enough money for the trip west.”

"Kill the Japanese and kill the bad guys." Zhao Tianlong's answer was very simple and straightforward, as if these were the whole of his life and there was no need to think about it carefully.

"I didn't think about finding a few more helpers." Zhang Songling smiled and continued to ask.

"It's hard to find. Those who have too bad abilities will be dragged down if they take them. Those who have too good abilities are like you. They have a good future waiting for you. You can't delay them casually." Zhao Tianlong also smiled and shook his head and replied.

"Then you might as well go with me to join Fu Zuoyi." Zhang Songling finally found a suitable opportunity to tell his thoughts, "It is also to kill the Japanese and traitors. With your riding skills and shooting skills, it is definitely not difficult to gain a foothold in the army."

"Submit Fu Zuoyi," Zhao Tianlong frowned slightly, tilted his head to look at Zhang Songling, his eyes full of questions.

"It will be easier to fight the Japanese." Zhang Songling was afraid of hurting Zhao Tianlong's self-esteem, so he said in a circle, "When one day General Fu Zuoyi's team came over, Brother Zhao could return home in glory."

"Returning home in glory, what does it mean?" Zhao Tianlong's eyes flashed in the dark, and the expression on his face could not tell whether he was angry or confused.

"It is to come back with a glorious return as an officer." Zhang Songling quickly added, "Let your former friends and neighbors know that you are a real person, and let local officials and Mongolian princes come forward to curry favor with you. Please forgive them for their past rudeness to you."

"Just tell me directly, just tell me not to continue being a horse thief." Zhao Tianlong grinned, "Even little brother, you look down on a horse thief. General Fu Zuoyi can like me. I'll travel all the way over, wouldn't I put a hot face on my cold butt?"

Zhang Songling waved his hands on the horse's back in a hurry, "Brother Zhao really misunderstood. I really don't mean to look down on you. You are a knight, a knight who has been admired from ancient times to the present. I have known this for a long time. I just, I just think that if you join the army, your future may be better. As for Fu Zuoyi, if he doesn't like you, we will go south to find my old army. My old general is Ji, and he is a very refreshing person. He will definitely be able to talk to you."

Fearing that the other party did not believe it, he introduced himself to the 26th Route Army, the early experiences of the army, and the brilliant achievements of the secret service regiment, to Zhao Tianlong in a very short language. At first, the other party just listened half-believingly, and the more he listened, the brighter his eyes became, the softer his eyes became. Finally, he nodded with a smile and said in a low voice: "If the 26th Route is really like you said, it is worth Zhao's return, but this is all for the future. It is urgent. Let's find a way to make up for your money and send you back to the pass."

Zhang Songling was already satisfied with being able to get such a promise from the arrogant Zhao Tianlong. Although Zhao Tianlong was likely to be perfunctory, the two brothers talked and said, and the more they talked, they felt more and more acquainted with each other. Before they knew it, they unknowingly mingled in the middle of the night while chatting and rushing to the road.

After a few bites of cold and hard dry milk tofu for midnight snacks, the two continued to go north. At about two o'clock in the morning, they arrived at a rolling hilly area. Zhao Tianlong pricked up his ears and listened around, and confirmed that there was no abnormal movement. He turned his horse's head and walked around the highest hill behind.

As soon as he turned around, several old grey felt bags appeared on the gentle slope behind the hills. With the help of the dazzling starlight above his head, Zhang Songling could clearly see the low wooden fence around the felt bag. Almost every fence was filled with bird droppings. No one had cleaned up for a long time, and the whiteness was very eye-catching.

"Woom wool..." Hearing the sound of horse hooves approaching, the shepherd dog in the fence roared and jumped up, sanging at the outside, and then, a flash of fire flashed, and two short but extremely thick black shadows jumped out of the felt bag closest to the fence gate. One was holding a strange rifle with a fork in front of him, and the other was carrying a torch and a ghost-headed sword, and shouting in unison: "Who, you will shoot if you don't speak."

"Chagan, Wuen, you two little bastards shoot me and try it." Zhao Tianlong opened his empty hands and rushed forward, angrily scolding the fence, "Old Scar is what you usually teach you. If the guest comes, give him a warning first."

"No, no." Hearing the other party spoke, he called out his and his master's names. The two thick teenagers knew that the visitor must be an acquaintance and hung down awkwardly, "It was dark just now, and I didn't see who the uncle was here."

"Now, I can see it." Through a fence, Zhao Tianlong put his head in the range where the torch was obtained and smiled in a slight way.

Chagan and Wuen looked around, but still couldn't find the same face from their memory. They blushed and apologized embarrassedly, "No, no, uncle, don't blame us, we have a memory, but we don't have a good memory."

"It's right for you to remember me." Zhao Tianlong jumped off the horse and gently slapped the two young men. "Open the door, open the door, open the door, take the horse in and feed it, put more beans, don't worry about the money, no one can get the advantage of your unethical master."

The more he spoke, the less he dared to disobey. He hurriedly opened the lock and pushed the door, put the guests and horses outside in, and then trotted one to arrange the feed, while the other stood beside the "Guest" with his hands and feet, waiting for the next order.

"What are you doing when you stand there? You're not calling your unethical master." Zhao Tianlong did not have the slightest awareness of being a guest. He glared at the young man beside him and scolded in a low voice.

"Master, Master..." The thick young man Wu En blushed, not knowing how to explain to the "Guest", "Master has already gone to bed, tonight, tonight..."

As he spoke, his eyes secretly looked at the open space inside the fence. Zhang Songling followed his gaze and saw an extremely large two-wheeled carriage lying not far away. Each wooden wheel was one meter high. The carriage was painted with gold and silver, which looked luxurious and mysterious under the stars.

"Show this to the old hooligan." Zhao Tianlong seemed to have expected Wu'en to say this. He took out half a silver dollar from his waist and handed it to the other party, "I asked him to drive away the woman in the felt bag. He is so old and still so romantic, so he is not afraid of the wind."

"Oh, ah." Wuen did not dare to respond or retaliate. He agreed repeatedly, grabbed the silver dollar and ran to the largest felt bag. After a moment, a bright candlelight lit up inside the felt bag. Then, the door of the felt bag opened, and the famous enchanting woman walked out of it yawned.

"It's midnight, who's so eyebrow-free?" The woman was obviously very dissatisfied when she was driven away from the hot bed. She knew that the two people who disturbed her must be Zhao Tianlong and Zhang Songling, and asked knowingly, "Are you rushing to see a terminal illness? I'm going to have a baby soon."

"Gaoyun, don't talk nonsense, it's my old friend." An old man with white hair and a dark red scar on his forehead chased out from the door, scolded the woman first, and greeted Zhao Tianlong with a smile, "Little Dragon, why do you think of seeing the fourth uncle? Sitting inside, sitting inside, Wu An, shouting the jujube branches and making tea for her Uncle Long."

"I'll see when will Changshengtian take you, the old hooligan, betray you." Zhao Tianlong glared at the old man fiercely, and was angry that he didn't fight. "It's probably soon, according to your current evil method."

"Bao, bad luck, bad luck, bad luck, you kid, you have been unable to get along with the fourth uncle since childhood, and you don't know how to change it when you grow up." The old man spitted out the door a few mouthfuls and stamped his feet repeatedly, "Come in, come in, don't talk outside, the night wind is too hard, you young young men have strong firepower, I can't stand the blowing of my old bones."

"You have lost yourself, who can you blame?" Zhao Tianlong looked at him contemptuously, pulled Zhang Songling, and walked into the felt bag. "This is a good brother I just met. His surname is Zhang. He has a group of good prey to take action. This is Lao Scar, a doctor in the martial arts world. The Mongolian doctor you usually call me is like him." (Note 1)

"I've seen the fourth uncle." Zhang Songling didn't dare to joke like Zhao Tianlong, like him, that he was three times older than him. He quickly stepped forward and bowed deeply to Lao Scar.

Lao Chuang didn't expect him to be so polite, so he quickly reached out to support him, "Don't be polite, you're all a family, why are you doing so polite? Come on, come on, hurry up and sit in the felt bag, Wuen, I'll kill a sheep and cook it later, let's treat the distinguished guests well."

As he spoke, he carefully looked at Zhang Songling's appearance. The more he looked at him, the more he felt like he was. "What kind of person is the one who is the one who is the descendant of the officialdom. Xiaolong is a child who is usually heartless. Please take care of him for me and let him do some serious things and make a fortune. Don't be in your twenties, and you can't even find a wife."

"You're not serious, you're so embarrassed to say to me." Zhao Tianlong jumped over and kicked the felt bag door. "I'm already 70 years old, and I'm still looking for prostitutes to spend the night. You're not afraid of being sucked into a person and fucked by her."

"Sixty-five, sixty-five." Lao Scar waved his hand with a blushing face, "It's still far from seventy..."

"Round it." Zhao Tianlong interrupted with anger.

"How could you do this?" Lao Scar said in a low voice with aggrieved face, "Besides, I am also accumulating virtue and doing good deeds. Think about it, if I treat her that kind of disease, I must have to go to the root of it. If I slept with me but didn't spread it to me, it would prove that her illness has been cured?"

"Yes, if you don't go to hell, whoever goes to hell will definitely turn you into a stallion forever." Zhao Tianlong continued to criticize, regretting that he would not be able to make steel.

Zhang Songling was itchy all over when he heard it, and secretly wiped his hand that had just been pulled by Lao Scar on his pants to prevent some inexplicable virus from being infected. This action could not be hidden from the eyes of the other two people. Zhao Tianlong laughed and pointed at Lao Scar's nose and was overjoyed. Lao Scar shook his head embarrassedly and said calmly: "Don't worry, I'll rely on treating women's dirty diseases in my life, and I will never let myself get infected too. Besides, you are a child man, full of yang energy, and the yin evil cannot invade the body at all."

Note 1: The mouth is south of Zhangjiakou, outside the border, and people from the Central Plains are collectively called mouth people.
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