Chapter 3 Storm (Three Parts)

Half an hour later, Zhang Songling squatted beside the dying dark horse, wanting to cry without tears.

This Mongolian horse selected by Wu Yunqi for him is a good horse. When he was hit by two bullets in his abdomen, he carried him for more than twenty miles before he fell to the ground. Before he fell, he did not forget to bend his four legs down to avoid injury when he fell. (Note 1)

However, Zhang Songling, the incompetent owner, could only repay the dark horse with a handful of grass that was hot by the sun. He was an assassin for the first time in his life. Although he made great efforts, he was still prepared for mistakes. Not only did he not carry the necessary dry food, salt and medicine for escaping life, he even forgot to take the furniture for the wild water. Apart from weapons, the only thing that had not left behind was more than a dozen jingle silver dollars. But the big grassland under his feet was not in front of the village or the shop behind him, where could a bunch of silver dollars go to?

"Old guy, I'm sorry." Zhang Songling murmured with his left hand on the mouth of the big black horse and whispered to confess. The poor beast no longer had the strength to respond to his words, but just opened his eyelids gently, and infinite attachment appeared in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, don't look, be good." Zhang Songling's left hand quickly moved up and gently covered the eyes of the big dark horse. "Don't look, don't be afraid, you will get better soon, soon..."

He put his mouth close to the ear of the big black horse and comforted it with an extremely soothing tone. His voice became lower and lower and gentler. At the same time, he slowly pulled out the box cannon from his waist with his right hand, pressed it against the ear of the big black horse, and gently pulled the trigger.

"Bang." A gunshot ended the pain of the big dark horse and took away the sorrow that could not be dissolved in his eyes. Then, he inserted the box cannon back to his waist, untied the cloth pocket filled with 38 guns from behind the saddle, and placed it on the grass one by one.

Huang Chengcheng's rifle bullets were arranged in four long rows, emitting warm light under the sun, reflecting the blood beads on the tip of the grass. They were the blood beads shed when the big black horse ran, extending from Zhang Songling's feet to several miles away, or even further away. If the subordinates of the traitor Zhu Er wanted to avenge their master, they would easily catch up with them with the bloodstains. On the flat and wide grassland, Zhang Songling asked himself that he could not run away from the war horse, so he simply gave up and continued to escape, preparing to fight with the people who were chasing him to see if he had a chance to die and seek survival.

With the determination to burn the boat, he started digging a bunker with a bayonet next to the body of the big dark horse. The floating soil layer on the grassland was very thin, and it was less than half a foot deep when the bayonet was dug in. He encountered a large amount of gravel. After cleaning the gravel, he encountered a dry and hard layer of mud. He went through his strength and barely picked out a small ditch for him to lie flat. He had just put the 38 gun on the saddle, and his eyes passed through the sight and could already see the galloping pursuers.

There were five people, five horses with bright fur, three of them dressed as bodyguards, and the other two were wearing puppet army uniforms, following the blood stains left by the big dark horse, and everyone's eyes were burned red with anger.

They had no choice but to worry. Although the county magistrate Zhu Chengbi was notorious among the people, he was highly valued by the old Japanese devils of Fujita. Through marriage with his sister, he led the owner of the Yete front banner of Wuqi, Baolige, into the camp of the "Mongolian Alliance Autonomous Government", which was also a "open conspiracy" that even the blind man could see. However, the damn assassin broke County Magistrate Zhu's head with one shot, and at the same time, he also ruined the old Japanese's dream of winning over the Yete tribe of Wuqi by winning over the Yete tribe of Zhenqi. If they could not capture the assassins in time and hand over the work, they would probably have to be hung on the wall of the Heishi Village at this time tomorrow.

Zhang Songling took a deep breath and put a sight on a bodyguard's chest. The two bullets in the big dark horse came from the box cannon, which shows that the bodyguards' shooting skills were much better than the two puppet troops holding the 38th Great Gallery. Before the horse entered the charge distance, the danger he faced would be reduced by one point. If he could take the lead and kill all three bodyguards, the remaining two might not pose any threat to him even if they rushed within 100 meters.

Unfortunately, the other party refused to give him a chance to take action. After five hundred meters, they pulled the reins one after another. One of the widest bodyguards seemed to be the leader. They bowed to the body of the big dark horse from afar and shouted loudly: "Friends on the way, please leave a Wan'er. Since you have ruined the jobs of the four brothers of the Lian family, you must let us know which master's jobs are poured into the hands of."

"I am not a friend of the Tao, I am a National Revolutionary Army. I came here just to kill traitors. If you don't want to be infamous for thousands of years, it's best not to get involved with the Japanese. They don't think they are arrogant now, but they are all rabbit tails and cannot grow." Zhang Songling also flattened his gun and bowed to the other party from afar.

At a distance of 500 meters, he had no ability to hit the target at all. Moreover, among the five people on the other side, at least four of them were good at using guns. Although the war horse under his crotch stopped moving forward, he kept moving left and right slightly, making it impossible for him to aim calmly.

"National Revolutionary Army, my friends are really good at telling jokes." The wide-shoulder bodyguard did not believe Zhang Songling's statement at all. While refuting his words, he signaled his eyes to distance himself from him. "Didn't the National Revolutionary Army just moved into Wuhan? When did it reach the grassland again? Please give me a solid foundation, otherwise our fourth brother would not be at ease."

"Zhang Songling, the major commander of the 26th Army of the National Revolutionary Army, don't talk nonsense. If you want to avenge the traitor Zhu Er, just let the horse come over." Zhang Songling frowned, raised the 38th gun again, pulled the meter frame to a vertical state, slowly moved the verb down, and used the third gap on the verb as a gate.

This is a necessary adjustment for the long-range aim of the 38 gun. Before that, he never thought that he would use this function one day, so he rarely wastes bullets for it. However, today he had to take the risk of trying it out. The move of Wide Shoulder just now was obviously to delay time so that the war horse under his crotch could recover enough physical strength to launch a sprint. According to the standards of the big dark horse, the distance of 500 meters is only enough for it to sprint for half a minute. If Wide Shoulder's plan succeeds, he will have to use the 38 gun to attack high-speed moving targets in five different directions within half a minute.

The five people on the opposite side obviously did not expect such a simple plan, and could really deceive him. Seeing Zhang Songling adjusting the rifle scale, he immediately came to hide in the stirrup. The five figures disappeared from the horse's back at the same time. The five iron-hoofed horses, one in a hundred, rushed steadily and scattered on the grassland like fireworks. Before Zhang Songling could aim at any target, his opponent had already rushed forward for nearly a hundred meters in a fan shape, moving closer to him at high speed (Note 2)

"Table." Zhang Songling, who had never dealt with cavalry, was shocked and quickly pulled the trigger at one of the maroon-red war horses. The bullet flew out of the muzzle with sunlight, hitting the front leg of the maroon-red horse, splashing a series of blood.

The bodyguard on the horse's back immediately left the stirrups, jumped into the air before the mount fell. As soon as his feet fell, he raised the box cannon in his hand, continued running forward, and poured bullets into the place where Zhang Songling was hiding.

"Dangdangdang..." The box cannon was difficult to create miracles three hundred meters away, but it made the grass clippings and mud around Zhang Songling. The latter's vision was seriously disturbed. The second and third shots fired in a hurry fell into the air. Seeing that the other four war horses had approached 200 meters, Zhang Songling made his heart aside and simply turned the gun away regardless of the sound of the horse's hooves like thunder, and aimed steadily at the forehead of the hiking runner.

In the sunlight near noon, the sweat stains on the runner's forehead were clearly visible. Zhang Songling shot him and took out a scarlet bullet hole between the bright sweat stains. Then he quickly pulled the bolt, turned the muzzle, and rushed to the horse closest to him and pulled the trigger.

"Ping." The 38th gun made a crisp sound, making a tiny single hole in the neck of the war horse. The high-speed horse rang out with a woe. A large stream of plasma was spurted out of its nostrils, eyes, and mouth at the same time. It fell to the ground with a bang. The rider on the horse's back was caught off guard and screamed and was thrown forward. The man and the gun fell less than 100 meters away from Zhang Songling, causing the ground to tremble slightly.

Without looking, Zhang Songling knew that this person would not survive, but his own situation was not much better than the other party. The three iron hoofed horses were already close at hand, and there was no bullet in his rifle, no time to change the magazine, and even no time to stand up and move the position.

"Go to die." The two brothers of the Lian family on the horse's back flipped back to the saddle from the side of the war horse. The Oriental Saber in his hand was filled with cold air. The assassin lay down behind the dead horse's corpse, and it was difficult for the box cannon to hit it, but the Saber had no such concern. As long as he rushed to him and waved it gently, he could end today's nightmarish battle.

"Go." Zhang Songling used the empty 38 gun as a spear and hit the war horse directly in front of him. The snow-white war horse just turned his neck slightly and avoided the attack of the 38 gun. The puppet army hidden in the abdomen smiled and stood up, raising the shiny sabre.

Three sabers rushed from three angles, and the blazing sunlight reflected at the blade. Zhang Songling had no time to think about how to deal with it. He pulled out the box cannon from his waist entirely by instinct, reversed his wrist, and pulled the trigger to push it flat.

"Dangdangdangdangdangdang..." The last six bullets poured out, shooting a bodyguard who was holding a knife overturned. The war horse that lost its master jumped up in the air and flew more than ten feet away. It kicked forward and went straight to Zhang Songling's forehead. The latter made a mess of overturning, avoiding the trampling of the war horse, and then grabbed a 38-gun bullet and rolled forward, allowing the two sabers that had been chopped alternately on the remains of the big black horse.

"Puff." The blood splattered, dyeing Zhang Songling's clothes behind him red. He picked up the 38 gun from the ground with his right hand and continued to run forward. Taking advantage of the opportunity that the two enemies rushed across the boundary and could not change direction in time, he ran while pulling the bolt and filling the bullets that had been hurriedly grabbed in his other hand into the magazine.

"Puff, puff, puff, puff." Most of the bullets landed in panic, and only one or two entered the magazine as they wished. Zhang Songling continued to run wildly. Behind him, the wide-shoulder bodyguard and another puppet army turned their horse's head, with red eyes, and chasing him reluctantly.

No matter how many legs were, Zhang Songling could not run four legs. After only rushing forward for more than twenty meters, he decisively gave up escaping. He saw him whirling the serpent on the spot, turned sharply, and slammed the 38th gun steadily on his shoulder, aiming at the chasing enemy.

Fifteen meters, at most four seconds, he had the last chance to shoot, aimed at the wide-shoulder bodyguard. His broad-shoulder was startled and hid in the stirrups decisively. Zhang Songling quickly turned the muzzle, almost pressing against the neck of another war horse and shot bullets.

"Ping." The horse fell down and the man flew. The sharp saber fell more than twenty meters away on the grass. Before Zhang Songling could turn the gun again, the wide-shouldered bodyguard had already reached him, and raised the sharp blade with a grim smile...

He had clearly seen the unwillingness and fear in the eyes of the young man. He even heard the sound of the wind caused by the blade breaking through the air. However, his saber split into two at the moment when he waved down. The upper half flew backwards and poked at his eyes, and the lower half used inertia to slash Zhang Songling's neck, causing a bunch of goose bumps.

"Ping, on." Time seemed to slow down suddenly. After a long time, the sound of gunfire and the sound of sabre being hit alternately into Zhang Songling's ears. When he looked at himself as a bodyguard trying to turn the horse's head, he felt like he was electrocuted and shivered on the horse's back. The mount under his crotch seemed to have suddenly lost his soul, sniffing uneasy, and his four hooves kept retreating alternately.

"Leave the gun and horse, get out." A proud male voice rang from fifty meters away. It was not high but extremely majestic. The wide-shoulder bodyguard who was "electrically shocked" had a cold war. He rolled down from the horse's back like an amnesty, untied a pair of box cannons around his waist, placed his hands on the ground, then retreated and avoided several steps, turned around, ran away.

The feeling of being stared at by the wolf king appeared again in the area between Zhang Songling's eyes. He turned around in shock and lowered his muzzle. A strange and familiar figure appeared in his field of vision, with a tiger's back and bear's waist, and a golden sunshine sprinkled from head to toe.

Note 1: Although ordinary Mongolian horses are not known for their speed, they can reach a speed of 40 kilometers per hour when running with all their might. If you don’t care about the life or death of the horse, you can also start a second, third, or even fourth run after resting for an hour.
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