Chapter 7 Return (Three Middle School)

"It's all over." Seeing Zhang Songling's face full of confusion, Peng Xuewen gathered around him and whispered to comfort him, "The dead are gone. We who are still alive should cherish our useful bodies and constantly use the lives of the Japanese to commemorate them."

"Yes." Zhang Songling turned his head and looked at him, answering weakly. Since the war last August, he has been killing the Japanese, from Weijiazhuang and Gu'an to the gate of Niangzi. The Japanese killed more than one platoon were added, but there were more people around him, three or four times that of the Japanese. The National Revolutionary Army he served also retreated from Peiping, Taiyuan, to Wuhan and Chengdu. I really don't know when the war will end.

"In the past year, there have been no less than twenty Japanese and traitors who died at my hands." Peng Xuewen leaned forward again, and his words were filled with a little pride. "We are everywhere, everyone is hiding between the markets and will not easily move. Once you move, you will give the enemy a thunder blow. If you..."

"Can you be quiet for a while?" Zhang Songling gave him a gaze and interrupted loudly.

Peng Xuewen was startled by the murderous aura in his eyes and instinctively hid back, but soon realized that he had overreacted. He was stunned and full of surprise, "What is this kid doing? It seems like he has been rolling in a sea of ​​blood," even the number one killer at the Beijing station, Lao Wu did not have such a heavy murderous aura on his body,'

With a lot of questions, he looked at Zhang Songling secretly. The more he looked at him, the more he felt that the other party had changed greatly. His pale face had now completely turned into bronze. His once fat body had now completely turned into iron-like tendons; his once sunshine had now turned into yin energy; his once delicate skin was now covered by wind and frost and scars, especially in the lower half of the neck near the throat, two centipede-like scars interlaced down. As long as you move the collar, you can clearly reveal it.

One of them must be shrapnel wounds, and the other one comes from a bayonet. As a young agent trained by the Investigation and Statistics Bureau of the National Government Military Commission in the enemy-occupied area, Peng Xuewen believes that he will not read it wrong. These two wounds can only come from the battlefield of blood and fire, and cannot be a revenge killing in the martial arts world.

Moving his body carefully, he approached Zhang Songling again, trying to reach out and pat the latter's shoulder, but he was worried that he would become the other party's target of venting anger. He beat him up indiscriminately, raised his arm in the air and hesitated for a while, and moved down very quickly, and then retreated like an electric shock.

"I'm very upset now." Zhang Songling didn't have an attack this time. He stood up and walked to his pack horse to find a water bag. The bag was filled with horse wine. Although the degree was a little lower, swallowing two or three pounds in one breath was enough to make people feel uncomfortable and wonder where they were.

"Give me a little too, I'm thirsty." When Zhang Songling found that he was no longer interested in beating him, Peng Xuewen stuck to him like a candy.

"Down with yourself." Zhang Songling untied another leather pocket and threw it to Peng Xuewen. After beating the latter, his resentment towards him had faded a lot, so there was no need to deliberately show this guy's face.

"Yes." Peng Xuewen was smashed by the leather pocket filled with wine and took a step back, then smiled and released the leather rope tied to the bag, and raised his head to drink, "Hiss, the good wine, although it was a little lighter, the taste was very positive. It was prepared by Siqin for you. She treats you so well. I can see that the twins under her have been secretly aiming at you for the past two days."

"Ruyunlong and I have saved their lives." If you don't want to hear Peng Xuewen gossiping, Zhang Songling gave this person a blank look and explained loudly.

"When?" Peng Xuewen's purpose was to bring the relationship closer to the other party. Since he found a common topic, he didn't care about continuing to get to the bottom of it.

"More than half a month ago." The answer was very short, but at least it was no longer a thousand miles away.

"Did you have been from the hands of the Japanese?" Peng Xuewen succeeded in his conspiracy and was greatly inspired. He leaned forward a few more steps and drank face to face with Zhang Songling.

"Belarus." Zhang Songling just wanted to get drunk first and responded casually, "There is a group of Belarus who escaped from the Soviet Union nearby. They rely on robbery and mercenaries to make a living. They are very strong and do bad things. The local Mongolian nobles and the Japanese devils in the Black Stone Village have no choice but to do anything to them."

"It was from the Soviet Union who came to China after the October Revolution and had already spread in China. Strictly speaking, it cannot be considered a complete Russian. Zhang Zongchang also hired a group of people at that time, and it is said to be very brave..."

The two of them had no deep hatred at first, and they used horse milk wine as a medium. Soon, they started chatting in a word. The four confidants under Peng Xuewen were always wandering around thirty meters away from the two of them. At this moment, they saw that their boss was chatting happily with the fat black man, and they couldn't help but say in their hearts: "I haven't heard of Section Chief Peng having such a brother-in-law. I haven't seen them say hello to each other in the palace. Why did they catch up and fight? I suddenly became so familiar? Could it be that our Section Chief Peng is born to like being beaten, and the more he beaten, the closer he gets to whom?!"

Despite their complaints, they did not dare to approach them and eavesdrop on their boss's conversation. They walked together for a while and found dry food and water from their luggage, and packed up their dinner not far away.

"I have wine here, you guys can share a little bit, but don't drink too much, so as not to make things worse." Peng Xuewen is a good boss, and he is generous with Zhang Songling's wine.

A subordinate with a short figure from famous five came over to take the wine and handed over two canned beef, "Brother Zhang, right?, please try this, it tastes pretty good."

It was a military canned food from the Japanese. Needless to ask, Zhang Songling knew that it was snatched by Peng Xuewen and others from the Japanese. He whispered thanks, pulled out the dagger from the boot barrel, skillfully cut the canned box, and picked out the meat piece mixed with buckwheat balls inside.

"You've eaten it before," Peng Xuewen hesitated for a moment and asked tentatively.

"I've eaten a lot." Zhang Songling responded calmly, as if this kind of canned meat could be seen everywhere on the market.

“Where.”

"We have seized a lot of them, and we eat them every day, until we get tired of them."

"Which team did you join in the Niangziguan Campaign?" Peng Xuewen's heart jumped for no reason, but the words he asked seemed to come out casually without any purpose.

"Of course it's the 26th Route. I'm from the 26th Route Spy Group." Zhang Songling glanced at him strangely and responded with a frown, "Didn't you just say you're in the same group as me? Why don't you even know this?"
Chapter completed!