Chapter 5: Human Relationship (A moment)

"Look for a long time, admire for a long time." Zhang Songling took a few steps and greeted the other party with a ritual of the world. This was a choice he made after repeated consideration based on the actual situation of both parties. It could save each other from many embarrassment, because if the military rules were followed, the person who took the initiative to salute at this moment should be a red beard. After all, a local guerrilla captain in the Eighth Route Army would definitely not have higher rank than a lieutenant colonel. Although he, a lieutenant colonel, was posthumously awarded after "death", if he returned to the team alive, it would be a little bit more to say whether he would be taken back.

"Brother Zhang, don't listen to this guy's nonsense. He is putting gold on my face again. My red beard was forced to make up for the numbers. Whether it is fame or strength, it is incomparable to the other three families." Wang Hong, the Red Crossman, came forward with a smile, and returned it with etiquette from the martial arts world.

"I'm not talking nonsense. Your old man's name is, which one of the hundreds of miles is not enough to pick up a thumbs up." In a blink of an eye, Zhou Heitan praised Wang Hong again, for fear that the majesty of a traitor in front of Zhang Songling, an outsider, would fall into the prestige of a traitor on the grassland.

"That's everyone spread rumors." Hongbei smiled and shook her head, "You can't be true, you can't be true. If you talk about fame, you have to count the Yunlong brothers, from Xilin Gol to Zhangjiakou in the north, as long as you have eyes and ears..."

"Senior, I've really been awarded, really." Zhao Tianlong's face turned red by the praises and quickly interrupted, "If I were so capable, I wouldn't have been chased by the Japanese in the woods. If you hadn't arrived in time, maybe all of us would have been cut off by the Japanese today, so how could we have no right to make a name for ourselves?"

Red Beard waved his hand and interrupted with a smile, "Nonsense, if I don't come today, will the Japanese really have the ability to catch you and go to Yunlong? With our men's familiarity with the terrain, we have to walk him alive. But then again, you are really not doing well in this battle today. From the beginning, we didn't figure out who the enemy was, and we used a killing knife for the old Japanese devil in Fujita."

"Um."

"hey-hey."

Zhao Tianlong and Zhou Heitan were both embarrassed and responded with a smirk. At first, they all thought that the Yellow Beard was the main force in chasing everyone. Who would have thought that the Japanese were fighting with a knife to kill people. They first used them to defeat most of the Yellow Beard's power, and then used the two families as the targets of the pursuit, hiding them like a rabbit to hide in Tibet.

But Red Beard refused to stop and continued to whisper, "There is also this tactic. Even though he knows that his strength is not as strong as others, he still grits the bullet and fights the position. Isn't this impatient living? Such a thick forest, you can still feel wronged to death if you retreat a few hundred meters more. Put the Japanese into the forest. Everyone can't ride a horse, or use machine guns and cannons. Who is afraid of whom? Going in circles and firing cold guns with each other. How could those private soldiers and Japanese soldiers be the opponents of us, the Green Forest people? In less than an hour, he has to retreat on his own initiative and dare not pursue you again."

This time, it was Zhang Songling's turn to feel embarrassed. The situation was urgent at the time. He only thought of using defense war to destroy the pursuers and create opportunities for everyone to evacuate calmly. However, he did not expect that in addition to defending positions and consuming the enemy's vitality, there was another way of playing. The latter way of playing was tailored for horse thieves. These guys who were neither organized nor knew tactical cooperation would definitely not gain any advantage in fighting positions with regular troops. But when it comes to using cold guns, hitting sticks, and using black hands behind their backs, they rely on their skills to make a living. It cannot be said that everyone is proficient in this, at least much better than the private soldiers and Japanese devils under the command of the prince.

"Don't always think that you have a bad life. Kill one enough money, kill two enough money to earn one. That's bullshit." After looking at the three younger generations who were speechless, Red Beard patiently taught, "Although we Chinese live a little harder life, they have neither invaded other countries nor plundered other people's wealth. Hard work and respect the elderly and love the young are the most responsible in the world. However, if you exchange things like Japanese devils that are worse than animals, let alone exchange one without enough money, even if you exchange ten Japanese devils for one life, you will still suffer a great loss. Count carefully. How many people can you dare to shoot with Japanese devils in Heishizhai? Only ours are hundreds of people. If we all fight for all of these hundreds of people, this land will be over. There will be a group of cowards and snobbish eyes. It won't take long to change your Japanese surname."

There was actually such a saying. Zhang Songling widened his eyes and felt a burst of storm in his heart. What Red Beard said today was something he had never heard of before. No matter when he was a progressive student, a militia accountant, or a 26-way warrior, he had never heard of anything like that from anyone. At that time, everyone recognized that the creed was almost: there were many Chinese people, and three could drive Japan out if one; as long as we were not afraid of sacrifice and dared to fight with the Japanese, we would definitely win the final victory.

But Red Beard's view derogated the above statement to be worthless. Red Beard himself came from the Eighth Route Army, which emphasized courage and was most fearless of sacrifice. Looking at the crisscrossing wrinkles on the old man's face, Zhang Songling was confused. Is this person really an Eighth Route Army cadre? His style of doing things and speaking content are different from other Eighth Route Army cadres. But if he was not an Eighth Route Army cadre, what could he get when he openly shot a sickle, axe flag? What is the benefit? You must know that although the Japanese had to choose to retreat actively due to the situation today, they will focus on red beards from now on. After all, the horse thieves are loose bandit gangs. No matter how fierce the fuss is, they will not cause any fundamental harm to the Japanese rule. The Eighth Route Army guerrillas, which are wearing the Blue Sky White Sun Flag and the Scythe Axe Flag, are completely different in the situation. As long as they are not wiped out in time, they will form a prairie fire.

The more Zhang Songling thought about the red beard repeatedly, the more he felt that this person was a fake. He had contacted many people from the Eighth Route Army before, but whether it was Su Xing, the political commissar of the regular army or Wu Nan, the captain of the guerrillas, they were all very different from the red beard in front of him. The first two were either honest or enthusiastic on the surface, but they were rigorous in their bones, and they were born as soldiers, while the latter exuded a strong sense of the world from the surface to the inside. Rather than being an Eighth Route Army officer, he was a great man in the green forest, and he was also the kind of old lao who had high seniority, old qualifications, and had a lot of disciples running all over the ground.

"You young people, alas." While teaching earnestly, Red Beard secretly looked at the reactions of the three young people on the other side. He only got the specific combat intentions and combat plans of the Japanese devils from the inside line lurking in the Black Stone Village yesterday afternoon. In order to avoid all the resistance forces around the Black Stone Village being beaten by the Japanese, that night, most of the backbone of the guerrillas were mobilized to set off in a hurry, and rushed along the way. Finally, before the final showdown came, he came to the battlefield. He thought that after he arrived, he could save at most a few broken horse thieves, but he never expected that under the extremely disparate strength of the enemy and us, the Black Wolf Gang not only did not completely wipe out the army, but also had a stalemate with the people who were chasing him with the advantage of the territory.
Chapter completed!