A mountain peak that lacked vegetation was split from top to bottom, leaving a gap in the middle. A small path passed through the crack. On both sides were huge stone walls that towered into the clouds. From their feet to the top, they were all black rocks. The air was cold and filled the valley. Looking up, the people of the Green Sky Cult were stunned.
Liang Erhu, the second-in-command of the Black Cloud Stronghold, was leading a dozen of his brothers patiently behind a rock, waiting for their prey to appear. Liang Erhu was 36 years old this year. He had been in the Black Cloud Stronghold for more than 20 years and was quite famous in this area. Lynx. Years of life as a bandit had made him develop a brutal and irritable personality. He was illiterate, had no faith, and no political views. He did not even know the difference between likes and dislikes in the general sense. He believed that he could not come here for nothing in his life. He had to enjoy life. He had to have wine, meat, women, and money to spend. He knew himself too well. He could not live up to this point with his own ability. Since he could not be a good person, he could only be a bandit. After thinking about it, he felt that being a bandit was the most worry-free and happiest. Not only did he have a big bowl of wine and meat, he could also enjoy the wedding night. Every time he snatched a new woman, he would marry her properly. The ceremony couldn't be vague. Marriage was a big thing. Of course, the length of each marriage depended on whether he could get a new wife to come up to the mountain. The old women were given to his underlings. Therefore, Lynx couldn't remember how many wives he had married in his life. There must be more than a hundred.
The head of the Black Cloud Stronghold, Xie Baoqing, had a poor family background. Because he had a feud with the rich man of the village, Zhang Shanren, he killed more than 20 members of Zhang Shanren's family in a fit of anger. He burned down Zhang Shanren's house and became a bandit. He had won a good reputation among the bandits by relying on his martial arts skills and righteous means, and became the chief of the Black Cloud Stronghold. The Black Cloud Stronghold's main source of income was robbery, robbery, kidnapping, and looting. They did whatever they could. The Japanese, the puppet army, the National Army, the Eighth Route Army, and merchants. As long as the opportunity was right, they would kill whoever they caught. They would not be polite. Xie Baoqing, the leader of the village who was born into a poor family, had repeatedly reiterated the rules of the village. He could rob anyone but the poor. His brothers naturally supported this rule and felt that it was a good rule. From a broad perspective, it was a little like killing the rich to help the poor and a hero of the Jianghu. In private, they thought, what is there to rob the poor? It was better to push the boat with the current and gain a good reputation.
Because of their reputation of robbing the rich to help the poor, several political forces were eyeing this bandit armed force. The Kuomingtang Army wanted to recruit them, the Eighth Route Army wanted to recruit them, and the Japanese and Puppet forces also wanted to pull them over. Xie Baoqing had contacted representatives from several parties and was considering it. He had been dealing with the Guomindang army for 20 years and had survived many extermination attempts. He knew the Guomindang army too well. He had heard that some bandits had been recruited and then dealt with. There were many such cases. Some of them were reorganized into local troops after being recruited. Once the battle started, they would send you to a dangerous place and kill you with the help of others. He would not do such a stupid thing. The Japanese and the puppet side could not be considered. Bandits also had a reputation problem. At least they were considered Chinese bandits. It would not sound good if they became traitors and bandits. As for joining the 8th Route, he was considering it. Although the 8th Route was not a bandit, they were also hunted down by the Kuomingtang Army for many years before the war with Japan. They were in the same boat. Moreover, Commander Kong of the 8th Route's new 2nd regiment personally came to invite him. He gave him enough face. Commander Kong promised his brothers to form an independent brigade of the new 2nd regiment after they went over. He would be the captain. The 2nd, 3rd, and 4th leaders would all be vice-captains. It would be considered as having some face. Commander Kong had invited Xie Baoqing over for a banquet today, so of course Old Xie had to go.
The second-in-charge, Lynx, also agreed to join the 8th Route. After being the king of the mountain for a long time, he was a little tired. He went to the 8th Route to get a military uniform and hang the title of deputy captain. It was also a way to show off his ancestors. Of course, if he was uncomfortable at the 8th Route, he could just rub oil under his feet. There was a saying: If you don't leave me here, you have your own place to stay. If you don't leave me everywhere, I'll go to the eighth path. If you don't leave me there, I'll go to the cave to live. Bobcat had long heard that the discipline of the eighth route was too strict. No stealing, no robbing, no playing with women, no smoking, no playing with money. This was a troublesome thing. If he was not allowed to do these things, what was the point of living? Wasn't this what people lived for? The mountain cat thought that before the boss made up his mind to invest in the eighth route, he would do a few more jobs and save more money. In the future, he would have more money on hand.
Lynx was lost in his thoughts when he suddenly heard the sound of hurried horse hooves on the path. His spirits were lifted. Good, business is here.
A young man in plain clothes rode a white horse over. He was Li Yunlong's bodyguard, the monk, who was sent to deliver a letter to the 129th division headquarters. This white horse had just been captured by the Japanese army. It was very strong and the monk was riding it very comfortably. Suddenly, a trip rope was placed on the path. The monk did not have time to rein in the horse and the white horse fell down. The monk on the horse quickly somersaulted and stood firmly on the ground. Shan Xingzi secretly cheered, good skills.
The monk had already pulled out his gun before he could even steady himself, but before he could release the safety, he was stopped by a few bandits with their guns. The monk chuckled,"Brother, let's talk things out. Isn't it just money? I still have a few dollars in my pocket. Take them. I'll continue on my way. There's no need to play with guns.”As he spoke, he slowly placed the shell spear on the ground. The leader of the minions muttered unhappily,"F * ck, I've been waiting for a poor guy for half a day.”As he spoke, he went forward to search the monk's pockets. In the blink of an eye, the monk grabbed the bandit's throat and blocked him in front of him. He slightly leaned forward and picked up the shell spear with his long arm, then rubbed it against his thigh and unlocked the safety."Da, da, da!" With a long shot, the five bandits in front fell to the ground. The monk exerted strength with two fingers of his left hand at the same time. With a "Kacha" sound, the bandit's throat was crushed. The monk changed his hand shape and sent the bandit flying ten feet away with a "Pa" sound. Within dozens of seconds, The monk killed six people in a row, and he did it cleanly and neatly. Seeing this, Lynx, who was hiding in the dark, gasped. Oh my, a natural killer. His attacks were ruthless and his movements were swift. Lynx, who had been a bandit for more than 20 years, felt inferior. He was glad that he did not show himself. This was the rule of the bandits when they were cutting. There were both overt and covert operations, which was equivalent to the " reserve team " in military terms. Although the monk was experienced in the battlefield, he knew very little about the underworld. He straightened his clothes, looked at the injured white horse, and prepared to go on foot. At this moment, the gunshot behind the rock was also a long shot. Five or six bullets hit his back. The monk was sent flying two meters away by the powerful impact of the bullet and fell to the ground. He tried hard to raise his head to see who had plotted against him. He had just raised his head halfway when he lowered his head dejectedly. At the moment when his life was about to die, He was still thinking, F * ck, a boat capsized in a small river ditch…
Lynx walked out from behind the rock with his shell gun. He coldly blew at the muzzle and ordered,""Chop off this kid's head and hang it on a tree. Use it to sacrifice these six brothers.”
Li Yunlong was drinking wine when he heard the news of the monk's death. He was stunned for twenty minutes without saying a word. His face turned pale. With a crash, the wine cup in his hand was crushed, and bright red blood flowed down his fingers. Everyone cried out in surprise and tried to pry his hand away. Just as they were about to make a move, Li Yunlong spat out a mouthful of blood, spraying all over the others. Everyone was frightened.
It didn't matter if anyone in the Independent Regiment died, except for the monk. His martial arts skills were so good that four or five people couldn't get close to him. He used his gun with both hands and could hit every shot. In addition to his skills, he also had a very stable psychological quality. He had gone deep into the enemy's cave with Li Yunlong many times. No matter how dangerous the situation was, he didn't change his expression. If it wasn't for Li Yunlong's reluctance, he would have been a company commander by now.
Li Yunlong couldn't care less about his face. He shouted and started crying. He couldn't remember when he had cried like this. It was probably the first time. Tears rolled down his chest in a row. He cried so hard that everyone in the regiment headquarters cried. He cried for a whole hour, so scared that everyone thought he was going to cry to death.
Suddenly, the crying stopped. Li Yunlong slammed the table and stood up. He growled,"Oh monk, oh monk, how many storms and waves have you braved? Why did you capsize in the hands of a few bandits? I want to avenge you. Pass on my order, gather the entire battalion.”
The troops had just assembled when the commander of the new Second Regiment, Kong Jie, galloped over with two guards. Kong Jie rolled off his horse and threw the reins away. He shouted as he ran,""Old Li, wait a moment. I have something to say.”
Li Yun Long stared at Commander Kong with an ashen face and said,""Old Kong, wait for me to come back. I don't have time now.”
Kong Jie grabbed Li Yunlong's reins and said stubbornly,""No, I want to say it now."
"If you have something to say, say it." Li Yunlong said impatiently.
Kong Jie said," Let me tell you. Xie Baoqing of the Black Cloud Stronghold has decided to lead the entire stronghold to join the Eighth Route Army. It was decided yesterday. Their current name is the Independent Brigade of the Eighth Route Army's new Second Regiment. Xie Baoqing apologizes for the misunderstanding this time. This is his letter. Old Li, I know that this guard who sacrificed himself is not an ordinary person. Even Commander Liu Bocheng knows him, but things have already happened. You can't act on impulse. It's better to put the overall situation first.”
Li Yunlong's eyes were bloodshot. He grabbed Xie Baoqing's letter and tore it into pieces. He said coldly,"Even if Commander Liu came, I wouldn't accept it, let alone you. Killing someone to pay for their life, and paying a debt to pay for it. This has been the rule since ancient times, and no one can break it.”
Kong Jie, who was also irritable, was furious."Old Li, we're not bandits, we're a regular army. The party has its policies, and the army has its discipline. You can't do whatever you want. As long as I'm here today, don't even think about going.”
Li Yunlong ignored him and turned his head to shout,""Battalion Commander Yi, take down the guns of Commander Kong and the others. Lock them up first and let them go when we return.”
" Li Yunlong, don't you dare!" Kong Jie shouted angrily." Try touching me…" His two guards also pulled out their guns and stood in front of Kong Jie, glaring at Li Yunlong.
Zhang Dabiao, the 1st Battalion Commander, was a hothead. He admired Li Yunlong the most and had always carried out Li Yunlong's orders with all his heart. He didn't care about these things. Once his regiment commander gave the order, he would deal with even the king of the heavens, let alone a small regiment commander Kong of the 2nd Regiment. He waved his hand, and seven or eight burly soldiers rushed over and held down Commander Kong and two guards. The two of them carried one of them into the house.
Kong Jie struggled as he cursed," Let go of me, Li Yunlong. I'm not done with you…"
Li Yunlong was unmoved. He mounted his horse and said coldly to Kong Jie,""Old Kong, I'm sorry. You'll have to suffer for a while. After I'm done, you can do whatever you want with me.”
Kong Jie cursed helplessly as he watched Li Yun Long lead his troops away.
Kong Jie and Li Yunlong were old comrades-in-arms. They were also from the Dabie Mountain. They had been in the same class since they became soldiers. Their personalities were very similar. They were people who would not care about their lives when they heard gunshots. When they first joined the army, their relationship was not good. They would secretly compete with each other in everything they did. At that time, they were both young and vigorous. They did not take each other seriously. Kong Jie had practiced the Full Arm Boxing for a few days since he was young. He heard that Li Yunlong had practiced the Eight Trigrams Palm before, so he wanted to "spar" with Li Yunlong no matter what. In fact, the two of them were of the same level. After the competition ended, both of them were bruised and swollen, and they had a grudge. During the counter-encirclement of the Sichuan-Shaanxi base, Kong Jie was seriously injured. His left chest was penetrated by a machine gun bullet, only one centimeter away from his heart. He was hopeless. It was Li Yunlong who carried him down from the line of fire. Who knew that after the violent Kong Jie recovered from his injuries and returned to the team, not only did he not thank Li Yunlong, but he also went to Li Yunlong with a machete and said that he had saved him and that he owed him a favor. However, he hated owing favors the most. Today, let's end this. I will cut off two fingers to return them to you. From now on, no one owes anyone. After saying that, he raised his knife and chopped. Li Yunlong was so scared that he hugged him and kept admitting defeat. He admired Kong Jie for being a man. He said a lot of soft words that he had never said before. He gave enough face to Kong Jie and the two became friends.
As an old comrade-in-arms, Kong Jie understood Li Yunlong's current state of mind. He had long coveted Li Yunlong, a guard with special skills. He had once exchanged five Type 92 heavy machine guns for the monk. He did not expect that the half-drunk Li Yunlong would wake up after hearing this. He rejected his request and told him clearly that from now on, he should never have any thoughts about the monk. Kong Jie understood that even if the heavens were to come, they would not be able to shake Li Yun Long's determination to take revenge. He sighed and said to the guard,""It's over. There won't be a new independent brigade. Li Yunlong, that bastard…"
Li Yunlong led his troops to surround the Black Cloud Stronghold. The bandits were very tactful. They immediately hung out a white flag and did not resist. Li Yunlong didn't even look at them. He ordered the trumpeters to blow the charge horn, light and heavy machine guns to cover them, and the entire battalion to mount their bayonet and press forward. In an instant, dozens of bandits were killed by the soldiers. The bandit leader Xie Baoqing saw Li Yunlong's fierce attack and knew that the situation was over. He swung his rope from the cliff of the back mountain for about seven to eight feet and risked his life to grab a small tree on the opposite cliff. He escaped and never knew where he was.
Three of the gang leaders, including the second-in-charge, Shan Lingzi, were captured and tied to wooden stakes. Shan Lingzi knew that he would not escape death, so he closed his eyes and hung his head, resigned to fate. Li Yunlong had no intention of interrogating him. He was here to ask for his life, so why would he open his mouth to speak? He held the Ghost Head Blade and shouted," Lynx…" Lynx raised his head subconsciously. Before he could open his eyes, Li Yunlong's blade had already flown out diagonally. With a swoosh, Lynx's head and the wooden stake that was as thick as a bowl on his back were cut off. He flew more than three meters away with a swoosh, and blood spurted out of his neck. Even Zhang Dabiao, a broadsword member of the 29th division who was used to wielding broadswords, was shocked. Damn, the regiment commander was so skilled with his broadsword. He was most likely a f * cking executioner.
In the blink of an eye, Li Yun Long chopped off the head of the Third Leader. The scene was very terrifying. Two headless corpses were tied to the two chopped wooden stakes. The wooden stakes and the ground were covered in blood, making it look like a slaughterhouse.
The third slash had already been made, and the blade had already landed on the man's neck. Li Yunlong's wrist was suddenly held up by someone. He took a closer look and saw that it was Political Commissar Zhao Gang. Li Yunlong sighed and threw away the Ghost Head Blade. He knew that the remaining kid had spared his life.
Zhao Gang, who had recovered from his injuries, returned to the Independent Regiment. He heard about the incident as soon as he got off his horse. He knew that something big was going to happen, so he rushed over immediately. He saved the man's life. To be precise, he saved half of the man's life because Li Yunlong's blade had already cut off the tendons on the man's neck. From then on, his neck was crooked. It was said that the man lived until after the Liberation. Because of Li Yunlong's fame, he became famous in that area. When the local elders mentioned Commander Li of the Eighth Route Army, the man tilted his head and pointed at Dao Ba."Look! This is what Regiment Commander Li left behind…"
This time, Li Yunlong had caused a lot of trouble. Everyone knew the policy of the Eighth Route Army. Even prisoners were not allowed to be killed, not to mention that this was an armed force that had been incorporated by the Eighth Route Army. The Eighth Route Army headquarters was extremely angry and the punishment was immediately decided. The party recorded the major demerit and demoted his position by two levels. He was demoted from the regiment commander to the battalion commander.
This was the fourth time Li Yun Long had been demoted. He didn't care much. As long as he could avenge the monk, it was worth it even if he had to demote to a warrior.
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