Chapter 4: The Heroes (Six Chapters)

"What did you dream of just now?" Zhao Tianlong didn't want Zhang Songling to be hypnotized by the sound of the piano again, so he leaned over to him and asked in a low voice.

"Many things." Zhang Songling shook his dizzy head and responded hesitantly. In his sleep, he saw the vicissitudes and changes on the grassland for tens of thousands of years, and saw the Japanese soldiers burning, killing and looting everywhere in the real world. But he didn't think these were what Zhao Tianlong wanted to know. "The strangest thing is that I heard a few wolf howls, but I couldn't see where the wolf was. After I woke up, I couldn't hear it."

"That's the wolf god who is asking you for dreams." Zhao Tianlong thought for a while, and the expression on his face was very solemn. "The wolf god has no body at all, so you can't see him. As for the dreams after waking up, he wakes up, and of course he can't hear the guidance of the wolf god again."

"The problem is, when I fell asleep, I didn't understand what he was saying. If there was really the words of the wolf god you said." Zhang Songling smiled bitterly, shook his head, not believing in these unfounded nonsense.

"I don't understand now, but the opportunity has not arrived. I will understand when the opportunity has arrived." Zhao Tianlong glanced at him and reminded him very seriously.

"Forget it, I don't believe in these messy things." Zhang Songling smiled and shook his head, wondering why Zhao Tianlong was so concerned about the things in his dreams.

Zhao Tianlong's face became more and more serious. He glared at him fiercely and taught a lesson in a very low voice: "It is best not to outsiders to hear this. Mongolians are descendants of the Canglang. How many people are not qualified to get guidance from the wolf god? You kid, you are still in a blessing but don't know how to be blessed..."

"Okay, okay, I won't say it." Zhang Songling nodded and agreed, but felt that Zhao Tianlong was a little bit of a big deal and quickly brought the topic to other places. "Who else can I tell you except you? Brother Zhao, I remember you seem to have a Mongolian name."

"Well, Alslen." Zhao Tianlong's face twitched slightly and responded quietly, "What the lion means is what my master helped me back then, so it is convenient for people to deal with herdsmen."

It was too dark, and Zhang Songling didn't see the pain on the other person's face, and continued to ask, "Why are your surname Zhao again? Are you a Mongol or a Han person?"

"I don't know either." Zhao Tianlong sighed and shook his head gently, "I was picked up by my master from the snow. He taught me to read and read, and to shoot and ride a horse. His surname is Zhao, so I followed his surname. As for whether I am a Mongol or a Han child, I don't know."

"What about your master? Is he a Mongol or a Han person."

"I don't know." Zhao Tianlong continued to smile bitterly and shook his head, "I didn't know how to ask when I was a child. When I remembered and asked, my master had been burned to death in the forest by the old prince of the Right Banner."

This is definitely not a relaxing story. Princess Siqin's tears-filled face quickly surged in front of Zhang Songling's eyes, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked." He raised his hand and patted Zhao Tianlong on the shoulder, and he apologized in a low voice.

"Little shit, there are quite a lot of things." Zhao Tianlong slapped his hand away and cursed with a smile, "I've asked all the questions, I'm sorry for using it. I'm not that kind of petty guy, because I'll break up with you in a few words." (Note 1)

"That's it." Zhang Songling scratched the back of his head and changed his verbal talk awkwardly again, "Brother Zhao, did you hear the howl of the wolf when you first heard the 'roar'?"

"You think everyone is as lucky as you, and you can get the care of the wolf god." Zhao Tianlong slapped him to show his envy and jealousy. "I dreamed of a cloud that held me to float, float, I don't know where to float, and I want to stop, but I can't do it anyway."

"No wonder your nickname is Ruyunlong." Zhang Songling suddenly realized and commented with a smile.

"Nonsense, Ruyunlong has nothing to do with this, otherwise, the dream of Black Charcoal Head should be a large brush." ​​Zhao Tianlong shook his head gently and denied Zhang Songling's speculation.

"Then what did he dream about?" Zhang Songling secretly glanced at the black beard who was hurrying to sleep, and continued to dig into the bottom line.

"He dreamed of a bowl of rice." When talking about this topic, Zhao Tianlong was so happy that he wanted to beat the ground. "A very large bowl of rice, the kind that the emperor could only eat in the past. Unfortunately, before he picked up the chopsticks, he woke up in the dream."

"This dream is really sad." Zhang Songling also shook his head gently, "Does everyone here have to listen to the 'roar' and then report to the elders what they dreamed of?"

"It's almost the same." Zhao Tianlong nodded and admitted, "It's only limited to men. On his 18th birthday, the elders will send you to listen to other people's 'whistle', or ask the other party to come to his home to sing. After listening to it, having a dream means that you have grown up and you can be said to be a wife. By the way, brother, how old are you this year."

"Eighteen." Zhang Songling responded casually, suddenly, thinking of his birthday as if it was today. He was stunned and his spirit was in a daze.

Last birthday, I was caught by an old scholar at the Iron Blood Lianzhuang Club, and I never took care of it. This year, I walked to the grassland and mingled with the famous Zhiyunlong and Blackbeard on the grassland. Destiny is really magical when I think of it. It seems that there are a pair of hands in the dark, throwing you away, ups and downs, and there is never a predictable trajectory.

"No wonder." Zhao Tianlong's words came to his ears again, as if he was commenting on something, and as if he was talking to himself.

Zhang Songling did not take his words and continued to stare at the remaining red dots in the bonfire and think about all the experiences he had experienced over the past year. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that there was really a god in the dark.

Just as he was confused, the black beard suddenly sounded in his ears, "What are you talking about with Brother Zhang? You are so happy."

"I told him about your scandal in the past." Zhao Tianlong didn't want to save face for Blackbeard at all, and laughed and ridiculed, "I dreamed of rice, and I couldn't eat it and cried in a hurry."

"Aren't you afraid of hunger?" When the war was not in progress, the black-bearded Zhou Heitan was a very kind person. He shook his head and defended himself with a smile. "Besides, the Northeast tribute rice is delicious. I thought back then that day, if I don't become a horse thief, I will open hundreds of acres of land in the lower reaches of the Laoha River Tavern to grow rice. Anyway, there are floods all year round, so I don't have to worry about watering rice without anything." (Note 2)

"Hehe, the more you say it, the more you become more and more serious." Zhao Tianlong didn't believe that Zhou Heitan would put down his sabre and become a Buddha on the ground. "You know how to hold a hoe and grow rice. If you don't be a horse thief, you can burn high incense if you don't starve yourself to death."

"Tsk, don't look down on others." The black beard was seven dissatisfied, eight were angry. "I have asked people that the climate in the northeast is similar to ours. After the Laoha River meets with the Xihuang River, it flows to Shenyang. Why can we plant rice downstream? We can't plant it upstream."

"Okay, okay, okay, you can have the ability, right?" Zhao Tianlong was not in the mood to discuss such lofty ideals with Blackbeard. He pushed the other party and asked with a smile, "We will talk about the local owner of the rice planting in the future. What should I do next? You have a charter in your mind."

"I'm just about to discuss with you two?" Blackbeard tilted his mouth and responded with a grievance, "But you haven't given me a chance to speak."

Once he talked about the serious matter, Zhao Tianlong put away his smile, thought for a while, and responded in a low voice, "Although you have lost a lot of brothers today, the security team and the private soldiers of the Duke of Zhenguo have been crippled by us. At this moment, the old Japanese devils Fujita have only more than a hundred Japanese left in their hands, and they may not dare to catch up on their own initiative. What needs to be guarded against is the yellow beard. That guy colluded with the old Japanese devils Fujita today, intentionally trying to force you to the dead end."

"I have sent someone to inquire. By the way, I will see if there is a chance to secretly transport the body of the second son and the others back." Blackbeard nodded, expressing his agreement with Zhao Tianlong's opinion, and briefly introduced his arrangements to him and Zhang Songling. "The brother who was a spy in the afternoon said that Lao Huanzi, one-eyed dragon and skin-breaking ghost were all with Huang Beard, and the number was between 700 and 800. If he really caught up, it might be a big trouble."

"Indeed." Zhao Tianlong frowned and pondered, "They have too many minions, and they are not as easy to deal with as the Duke of Zhenguo. But if they keep running, their morale will definitely be problematic."

"I may not be afraid of them when fighting hard, but if the Japanese machine gun team followed..." Blackbeard grinned and looked at Zhang Songling, who had not spoken for help. In the afternoon, the latter's boots were still unforgettable. If the latter could still think of the tricks of the afternoon, even if the yellowbeard brought more people and had a good weapon, he might not be able to get any advantage from everyone.

"Brother Zhang, Brother Zhang, hurry up and find a way, everyone is waiting for you." Zhao Tianlong also believed in Zhang Songling's command ability, stepped back and urged him loudly.

"I'm thinking, I'm thinking." Zhang Songling waved his hand and signaled the two to be restless. The total number of people on the Huangbeard side was as high as 800, but he was only more than 200. The four-to-one military force was indeed a bit too different. However, when the Twenty-Sixth Secret Services Corps attacked, they were not facing enemies who were far stronger than their own. Lao Gou and Shi Tou had chosen to expose their backs to the enemy.

With the battle examples of the secret service regiments quickly in my mind, as well as the knowledge of military combat that was stuffed into my stomach like two cramming ducks, Zhang Songling's eyes gradually became brighter, "Is there such terrain nearby?" He found a piece of charred firewood as a pen, and he drew on the ground." In this way, there are mountains on both sides, or mountains on one side, and the river on the other side, the narrower the better, the longer the better, the narrower the longer, the more beneficial it is to us."

"Of course there is." Zhao Tianlong and Zhou Heicang are both live maps. After looking at the things Zhang Songling drew, they gave the answer in unison, "Lamagou, it's about 140 miles away from here, but there..."

The two looked at each other, and their voices gradually became less and less audible.

Note 1: It’s a bit of a deal, in the Eastern Mongolian region, it means breaking up friends.

Note 2: Gada, dialect, refers to a small area of ​​specific areas.
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