"Hmph." I don't know if it was angry that he was given as a gift or the angry gift was rejected by the fat black man, the twin sister glared at Zhang Songling a few times and turned around and left.

Since he was not prone to his opinion, Siqin didn't want to talk too much with Zhang Songling. She smiled reluctantly and said loudly: "I'll ask the butler to prepare a banquet, which will be practiced for you later. You can see what else you need to take on the road. Tell Arslen directly that he can send someone to notify the butler to prepare."

"No, really no, princess, you're too..." Zhang Songling wanted to refuse, but Siqin had turned around and left him with an angry back. Seeing this, Zhao Tianlong felt that the boss was dissatisfied. He quickly stepped forward and put his good friend's shoulder with one hand, "Don't go to heart. Siqin has this kind of straight temper. She says whatever she has and doesn't know how to hide it at all. When the anger in her heart disappears, I promise she will apologize to you in person."

"There is no need to apologize, it's not a big deal." Zhang Songling couldn't get used to Siqin's character of turning against each other faster than reading. She moved her body and gently broke away from Zhao Tianlong's arm. "Besides, I may not come to the grassland in the future, and it is difficult for each other to meet again!"

"Look, look, tsk." On one side is a good friend who had lived and died together, and on the other side is a childhood sweetheart. Zhao Tianlong was caught in the middle, and he was so worried that he sucked his teeth. "Don't say so damn it? Maybe one day you will fight with a large army. At that time, Siqin and I happen to tell you, haha, haha..."

Perhaps he felt that the second half of the sentence was not very good. After laughing a few times, Zhao Tianlong pulled out a box cannon from his waist, "I won't say these nonsense anymore. I have nothing to give to you in a fight, you can take this box cannon on the road to defend yourself. The original foreign devils are better than what you can buy on the market."

The sight of the box cannon has been sawed off, which is one of the two that Zhao Tianlong usually uses. Zhang Songling is unwilling to take away the guy whom his good friend relies for his life. He pushed Zhao Tianlong's hand out and responded with a smile, "Brother Long doesn't need to do this. We brothers really can't be so polite. As long as I can go back to the second sixth line, I can get the gun at will. But on your side, it may not be easy to get supplies in the future. Leave a handful of guys to kill a few more Japanese during the war."

"That's right." Zhao Tianlong thought for a while and put away the box cannon awkwardly. "No matter how you say you are also a lieutenant colonel of the regular army. Chiang Kai-shek is not so stingy that he can't even bear to fire your gun. Unlike Red Beard, he relies entirely on snatching it from the Japanese."

"That's why I advise you to be cautious." Zhang Songling nodded, and then Zhao Tianlong said, "The rules of the Communist Party are said to be very strict, and you are used to being alone, so you may not be able to adapt after you go."

"I, Zhao Tianlong, can definitely abide by the rules that others can abide by." Ru Yunlong thought for a while and declared very solemnly, "I didn't decide to join the guerrillas after reconciliation with Siqin. I actually..."

Suddenly he couldn't find the right word, so he frowned tightly and scraped his stomach, "I'm actually..., Hey, brother, let me tell you this, since the first day I went up the mountain, I have wanted to join the guerrillas."

"Ah." Zhang Songling broke his head and never expected that Zhao Tianlong had met the Red Beard so early. He was stunned for a moment and blurted out his questions, "Why, what's the good thing about the guerrillas? What do you like about them?"

"Do you remember that Red Beard invited us to have roasted whole lamb that day?" Zhao Tianlong asked in a low voice in his eyes seriously.

"Of course." Zhang Songling responded without hesitation. The chef in the guerrillas was said to have been the chef of the royal palace. The barbecue he had prepared was a masterpiece. After eating the first bite, he was reluctant to put down the flesh-cutting knife in his hand.

But if Zhao Tianlong joined the guerrillas because of his greed for his mouth, it would probably be too insulting the lone hero. Zhang Songling did not dare to think so, so he had to look at Zhao Tianlong's eyes and wait quietly for the following words of this person.

"The two sheep were exchanged for furniture. The furniture made by his deputy captain himself, and the wood cut by the guerrillas from the mountain themselves." Zhao Tianlong said, nodding in admiration. "The old man who grazed the sheep was not afraid of him at all. He dared to bargain with him. I, Zhao Tianlong, grew up so old, and had never seen such an army or such a soldier."

Before Zhang Songling joined the army, he thought that the National Revolutionary Army was like the Yue Family Army in the storytelling. But reality told him that there was no team like the Yue Family Army in this world. Even a team with strict military discipline like Lao Twenty-six Routes would be inevitable to loot from the local area. Otherwise, with just the little funding given by the central government, let alone ensuring the normal supply of the army, even the brothers' three meals a day would probably be a problem.

As for other friendly forces, their behavior is even more unbearable. They are encouraging men, vain wages, extorting local wealthy households, and various ugly phenomena are emerging one after another. Some military leaders even do resell opium and steal arms in order to raise supplies or satisfy their personal greed. Even if Nanjing knows it, at most they will send a letter of advice to a few words, and they will not dare to investigate it too deeply no matter what.

It can be said that China in the real world has extremely low requirements for soldiers. As long as you do not turn against the enemy, you will be a hero. Like the Lamagou guerrillas, it is definitely an alternative. Not only can the local army not do it, but even the Central Army's direct troops with sufficient supplies cannot compete with him in terms of military discipline.

But why did such an army gain a foothold in troubled times? Zhang Songling asked himself that he was no longer the young student who was passionate about the blood. His eyes had seen too much filth, so he dared not believe the myth of the Yue family army. By just being a bodyguard for the caravan, Red Beard would definitely not be able to support a team of more than one company. Even with Siqin's secret support, the Japanese in Heishi Village will not always remain at the scale of half a squadron. Once he realized the threat of the Lamagou guerrillas, the old Japanese in Fujita would definitely pull out the dagger inserted in his heart at any cost. At that time, a large number of Japanese soldiers would rush from the surrounding counties and cities. Not only Lamagou, but also Siqin's Wuqi Yete Right Banner, may face a catastrophe.

Thinking of this, Zhang Songling couldn't help but want to remind Zhao Tianlong and expose the unrealistic fantasies in his heart. Unexpectedly, Zhao Tianlong didn't give him a chance to remind him at all. He waved his hand and raised his voice and said, "Don't rush to refute first. After listening to me, I wanted to join the guerrillas. That day, when I was eating meat, I sat next to Red Beard. From the beginning to the end, he only ate one piece of meat, which was about the same size as my fingers. At other times, I was eating vegetables, carrots, persimmons, cucumbers, and big mouthfuls of underground wine."

"Ah." In an instant, Zhang Songling stood there as if he was struck by lightning. He was just experiencing the skills of the chef of the royal palace that day, and he didn't notice what the Red Beard had eaten at the table. However, this did not prevent the latter from instantly being clear, thin, lean, and frank. He smiled and looked frank, and said with a big truth. He was like a bandit, far more like a professional soldier. However, this person was so rustic. The old bandit led the guerrillas to run hundreds of miles on the grassland. With a thrust of Maxim, who had lost the rifle, forced the Japanese and puppet troops to retreat, and took him back from the tiger's mouth, Zhao Tianlong, Zhou Heitan and others. From the beginning to the end, he did not mention the difference in their identities, nor did he mention the kindness and reward! It was this old man who looked very much like a bandit, who did not harm the people at all, and did not eat meat from his brothers, and he would never move a piece of meat first.

He felt like a burning firewood was stuffed in his heart, smoked and fire. He couldn't say anything about the words that awakened Zhao Tianlong. By this time, he had fully understood Zhao Tianlong's choice, because the things Zhao Tianlong saw in the guerrillas and Red Beard were once his ideals. Although he had experienced so many hardships, he no longer dared to continue dreaming, but a guy with dark eyes had the right to stop others from pursuing the light.

For a long time, Zhang Songling was a little confused and said goodbye to Zhao Tianlong in a dizzy way. He accepted Siqin's farewell gift in a dizzy way. He finished the farewell banquet in a dizzy way. Then, with a stomach full of emotion and wine, he climbed up the iron hoof horse that Zhao Tianlong carefully selected for him, and led the other two horses full of gifts, and embarked on the way home in a dizzy way.

"When you find your team, remember to ask someone to send a letter." Before leaving, Zhao Tianlong did not act like a child, let go of his good friend's reins and waved his hand hard.

However, Siqin probably felt that her previous attitude towards her life-savior was a bit too much. She rode her horse forward and chased her for a few steps, whispering: "If you encounter Japanese on the road, don't fight with them. Turn around and run towards me. As long as you enter the palace, the Japanese will never have the courage to break into my house to catch people."

"Yes." Zhang Songling smiled and nodded slightly on the horse's back. Although the Mongolian princess had a bad temper, she was a responsible woman. Her promise would definitely not be a blank check.

Just as I was about to say a few polite words, a violent sound of horse hooves suddenly came from my ears. Then, a white lightning flashed out from the depths of the grassland. "Brother Zhang, wait a moment, I have a gift for you, Xiao Siqin, Master Long, you two have known each other for a long time, why hasn't anyone ever told me?"

Before the people arrived, the voice had arrived first, not the red beard. Which is the captain of the Lamagou, Wang Hong, who is the captain of the guerrillas? Zhao Tianlong and Siqin immediately turned red and rode their horses to meet them in a scrupulous manner. Zhang Songling couldn't immediately turn the horse away. Following Zhao Tianlong, he silently met the head of the captain Wang Hong.

"You young people." Guerrilla captain Wang Hong looked at Siqin, then Zhao Tianlong, and shook his head with a smile, "Forget it, forget it, let's settle the accounts between the three of us slowly. I will say a few words to Brother Xiao Zhang first, Brother Xiao Zhang, why are you doing so urgently? I also sent someone to the Military Sub-district to ask for help and send a telegram to the Commander of the Second War Zone to ask you about the specific location of Lao 26th Route."

"Thank you, Captain Wang." The more you get along, the better Zhang Songling's impression of Red Beard, so he is less willing to have a deep relationship with the other party. He bows and responds loudly, "I'm in a hurry to go back, so I won't wait for the telegram. Thank you for your help. If you have the chance in the future, let's get drunk again."

"Okay, okay." Wang Hong nodded with a smile, "Since you are so heartless, I won't waste your time. If you have the chance in the future, come to my side more often. Maybe we can fight the Japanese side together in the future."

"There will be, there will be." Zhang Songling lowered his head and evaded, fearing that Wang Hong would like to persuade him to keep him. In that case, he really didn't know how to refuse. The red beard who was so dreading Modong was as kind as an uncle from his neighbor. Every time he deliberately distanced himself from the other party, his guilt increased one point.

Fortunately, Wang Hong never forced himself to do anything. He jumped off the back of the big white horse given to him by the old Japanese devils Fujita. He walked a few steps closer and handed the reins to Zhang Songling with a smile, "Our guerrillas are a poor temple. You just helped me a lot, but I can't bring you a decent gift. This Japanese horse was fed from the Japanese devils, so I will give it to you. Let it carry you and rush back to the old army as soon as possible."

"This..." Zhang Songling raised his head and refused loudly, "How can this make it? How can this make it? It's too expensive. I can't accept it no matter what."

"If you ask you to take it, can you take it back? Can you take it back from the things I gave out from Red Beard?" Red Beard cursed his face with a stern and scolded him with anger. His eyes were full of appreciation for young people.

This was the first time Zhang Songling wanted to meet the other person's eyes at such a close distance. He felt warm in his heart. A hot stream melted his blood vessels little by little. He nodded and tried to move his eyes away from the wrinkled face of the guerrilla captain Wang Hong. He did not dare to look at the other person's eyes again, for fear that he would change his mind if he delayed it. "Then, then I will thank Captain Wang. See you again in the future."

As he spoke, he turned over and put his horse on his back, pretending to be cool and bowed to everyone, "Brother Long, Siqin, Team Wang, we will have a date in the future."

"Then let's go quickly and take advantage of the dawn." Siqin waved his horse's butt like a big sister.
Chapter completed!