Chapter 3 Storm (Part 2)

In an instant, Zhang Songling's neck was sweating protruded, and he turned sideways with one straddle, hiding his body behind the war horse, and then looking carefully at the opposite side, he saw a man like an iron tower staring at him on the back of the horse, and a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

"What are you staring at me?" Zhang Songling asked angrily, pressing his right hand on the box cannon, ready to draw his gun at any time. It is very close to Heishi Village. If the gun is fired, it will definitely attract the attention of the Japanese and puppet troops in the city, and thus affect his entire assassination operation. However, if the gun is not used, just from the gap in figures between the enemy and us, Zhang Songling knew that he had no chance of winning.

"Hmph." The Black Iron Tower snorted coldly from his nostrils, gently pinched his legs off the horse's belly, and the yellow horse under his crotch raised his head as if he understood the master's wishes, neighed proudly, and ran away.

Zhang Songling was not chasing, nor was he not chasing. He supported himself by one hand beside the saddle, freeing up his other hand to gently wipe his sweat. In just a few seconds of confrontation, the pressure he brought to him was not weaker than any battle he had experienced in the past. There was a voice in his subconscious that he had told him very directly that if the two sides fought just now, he had no chance of winning.

"Hi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Ou U Ou Ou Ou roar Hey Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi..." A few long tunes without lyrics came along the wind, and they were extremely proud and heroic. Zhang Songling looked at the other party's about to disappear, curled his lips, and whispered: "What kind of world is it? You are so arrogant when you are bandits."

After cursing, he secretly warned himself in his heart not to underestimate the heroes in the wild. If one of the four great kings around the traitor Zhu Er could have the skills of one of the two people who were as good as the Black Iron Tower just now, the next assassination would probably add a lot of variables.

With a vigilance in his heart, he became more and more careful in his work. He walked four or five times repeatedly on the first half of the road leading to the Yete Front Banner of the Wuqi, and then picked out four of the most suitable locations for ambushing from dozens of hidden places within a range of 100 meters on both sides of the road. After a careful comparison, he removed the two closest and farthest places from the Heishi Village, and marked the remaining two places with wild flowers, preparing to be the first choice and backup location for the assassination operation.

Time passed quickly in the busyness. When Zhang Songling found a long and short gun to hide his hidden place again, the sun set to the edge of the sea of ​​grass. The golden sunlight swept over the tip of the grass, illuminating the sky and the earth in a colorful way. He moved his muscles and bones a few times in the tassel-like sunshine, and walked towards the direction of the Black Stone Village in the pastoral song.

At this time, Zhang Songling could finally steal some leisure and appreciate the magnificence of the grassland. The sky was like a big pot and pressed down from the top of his head, and on the endless green ocean. There were several small hills in the distance, and the short ones could be swallowed by grass waves at any time. On the lonely big trees, flocks of birds chirped and sang softly. Suddenly, a few pastoral songs came, and the birds' songs immediately became accompaniment. When the long pastoral songs were blown away by the wind, the grass waves rose and fell, revealing clusters of flame-like flowers.

The flowers are clustered like stars on the sea. The brightest one is the lonely Black Stone Village. As its name suggests, the city is built with black stones on all sides. Under the low city walls, there are tens of thousands of black stones, large and small, with vicissitudes of life. I don’t know how many years have been sleeping in the depths of the grassland, nor how many changes have been seen.

As Yu Laosi and others introduced, the black stones are exclusively owned by Heishi Village. Fifty meters away from the city wall, no stones of the same color can be found. Even the hills dozens of miles away are not the same color as the city wall. Most of them are purple-red in the sunset, like pieces of dried beef. However, the walls and walls of Heishi Village are warm ink, which are eye-catching, black and transparent, black and depressing and desolate.

Zhang Songling didn't like this low black, and rode his horse around the city halfway. He saw that he turned his eyes to the huge stone circle two and a half miles west of the city. This was another famous scenic spot in the eyes of the locals. The desolation contrasted with the nearby city walls, and the majestic part was far better than that. Zhang Songling glanced roughly with his eyes and found that the smallest stone was probably weighing more than ten tons, while the slightly larger stone was five meters high and three meters wide, like pieces of cow tongue, standing straight in the melting pot of the sky and the earth.

More than a dozen huge rocks formed a round circle, carrying the same huge stones as beams on their heads. From a distance, they looked like a huge circle of animals. And such a huge circle of animals is probably worthy of only Kunpeng and Baxia. (Note 1)

"I'm afraid this is a place used by the ancients to sacrifice to the sky. I really don't know how they dragged such huge stones together." With the knowledge of the eastern scales and western claws in textbooks, Zhang Songling inferred that the giant stone circle in front of him should be an altar, but it was too long apart, and people had long forgotten its purpose, so they let its surface be covered with lichens and moss.

Just as I was about to enter inside and take a closer look, suddenly, a thick black smoke came out from the middle of the altar. Immediately, the arrogant long tone I heard in the morning rang out from behind the stone again, "Hi Yi Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ou Ou Ou Ou Ou Ou Ou Ou Ou Ou Ou Hoo He Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye ... "

"It's this guy again, it's so gloomy." Zhang Songling jumped off his horse vigilantly, bent down and picked up a rotten wood from the ground that he had been thrown there for many years. He held it in front of his chest. The person singing in the circle of stones also heard the sound of horse hooves outside, stopped singing, and led the war horse to flash out from behind the stone. Seeing that the person coming was Zhang Songling, he quickly took a step back, blocked his tower-like body with stones, and then widened his eyes and shouted sternly, "Boy, why are you always following me?"

"After you, am I very idle?" Zhang Songling curled his lips disdainfully, "Can this stone circle be built by your house? Others can't come over and take a look."

"Of course not." Hei Tieta was stunned by the question and answered casually. Then, he put down his hand pressed on his waist and looked up and down again. When he found that the other party was holding only a rotten tree branch as a defense, he couldn't help laughing, shook his head, pulled out his mount, and walked towards the west without hesitation.

"Hi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Ou Ou Ou Ou Ou Ou roar Hey Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi

Note 1: Kunpeng, the legendary big bird, is Kun in the shape of a fish in his childhood, and is Peng in the shape of a bird in his adult form, with its wings spreading for thousands of miles. It is said that the huge turtle can carry three mountains and five mountains.
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