True to the old saying, there is no perfect path.
Chen Zikun and Zhao Ziming did not hesitate.
They followed the young man for dozens of steps and pushed aside a bunch of weeds.
They saw an old vine hanging from the edge of the cliff, black and shiny.
Incomparably tough, it stretches all the way into the mist of the abyss.
Without saying a word, the young man grabbed the cane and slid down.
Zhao Ziming followed closely.
Chen Zikun stood guard on the edge of the cliff for a moment.
The Japanese soldiers were beaten by the elusive sniper and did not dare to take the lead.
He had time to take care of them, so he jumped too.
Grab the old vine and slide down.
The old vine was more than ten feet long and was firmly clinging to the cliff.
Zhao Ziming saw the mist in front of him and couldn't help being dumbfounded.
Without paying attention, the shell gun on his waist fell down, and not even a shadow was visible.
Looking down, The young man had let go of the old vine and landed firmly on a protruding stone edge of the cliff.
It was only possible for a goat to walk along a palm-wide stone edge, but it was completely impossible for a human to walk on it.
"Follow me, don't look down."
The young man raised his head and said.
Zhao Ziming followed his father and was very competitive since he was a child.
In addition, he had a foundation in martial arts.
He had a solid base and climbed smoothly on the rock wall.
He followed the boy slowly down step by step.
Looking above, Chen Zikun also came down. , the pace is more steady than him.
After all, he has learned the Qing Gong mental method from Xia Xiaoqing and practiced the plum blossom pile.
Taking this precipitous path is a piece of cake.
Slowly, we finally reached the bottom of the valley.
The stream below was gurgling and the scenery was picturesque.
The young man pulled the gun on his back to his chest and said, "Let's go."
Chen Zikun recognized this child as Shuan Zhu, the child of Cheng Shi, the Olympic athlete he selected back then, and said: "Zhu Zhu, I won't wait for your father and the others."
Shuan Zhu said: "My father will come back on his own."
Zhao Ziming said curiously: "It's just your father, no one else."
Shuan Zhu said: "Well, there is also Hu Zi, the wolf hunter raised by my family."
Zhao Ziming scratched his head, where is this?
In the ambush just now, four or five people could not cooperate to create such momentum, but only one person hunted wolves.
What the hell is that?
I have only heard of hunting dogs.
On the cliff, the cold shooting continued.
The sniper seemed to have a kind heart.
After killing all the officers and sergeants, he showed mercy to the remaining privates.
He no longer shot in the head, only shot in the legs.
Every shot was covered by someone.
He fell down on his legs and screamed in agony.
The soldier The soldiers fired wildly to embolden themselves.
Some of them couldn't stand the stimulation of their comrades being killed in front of them.
They howled miserably, and there were echoes from the mountains.
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This was a deep mountain dozens of miles away from the county seat, and no one could save it.
This small group is alone.
The Japanese army began to retreat, dragging the wounded soldiers back staggeringly.
The terrifying sharpshooter was still chasing them, but the sound of the gunfire was different from before.
It turned into the familiar gunfire of the Type 38 rifle.
This guy must have been killed in action.
It is really abominable to use Japanese weapons to kill Japanese people.
The fighting continued until evening.
Among the forty Japanese soldiers, ten were killed, twenty-one were seriously injured, and nine were slightly injured.
They had only walked a few hundred steps, and there was still a long way to go down the mountain.
The moon was bright and the stars were sparse.
The remaining Japanese soldiers looked at the pale moon and listened to their comrades.
They heard the howls of wild wolves coming from the mountains in the distance.
They couldn't help but tremble.
A young guy said with tears: "I miss my mother so much." rice balls.”
Not far away, the barrel of the gun that had quietly stretched out retracted again.
"Huzi, let's go."
Orion Cheng Shi patted the head of the hunting wolf beside him.
A huge wild wolf with a ferocious appearance looked at the Japanese soldiers surrounding the campfire with a pair of green eyes, then quietly got up and followed its owner.
Cheng Shi carried seven 38 caps and a Winchester shotgun on his shoulders, which were gifts given to him by Chen Zikun.
Shotgun bullets had to be imported and were not available in the county.
Every year, Chen Zikun sent people to send 35 Cheng Shi didn't want hundreds of rounds of ammunition for nothing when they came to the county.
Each time, he used fox skins, wolf skins, bear paws, wild boars and other prey in exchange.
Although the two did not meet after the Berlin Olympics, their friendship continued in this way. .
Chengjiazhai is located deep in Daqing Mountain, behind Tiger Leaping Stream.
It would be impossible to find it without a guide to lead the way.
Chen Zikun and Zhao Ziming followed Shuan Zhu and trekked all the way to the village.
They introduced the two guests into their home.
It was rare for outsiders to visit the village.
A group of People gathered around the door to watch the excitement.
Some old men knew Chen Zikun and greeted him affectionately.
Mother Shuanzhu was busy cooking.
There was nothing delicious in the mountains, but there was enough game.
There were smoked wild food hanging on the wall.
Pork, and liquor made from Baogu are placed in the corner.
After a short time, Cheng Shi came back, carrying twelve rifles and three belts filled with bullet magazines.
The young people in the village surrounded him with a roar, their eyes shining.
There were so many brand-new guns, but they all cost money to buy.
Not coming.
Cheng Shi threw the gun on the ground and told the young men that there were dozens of guns somewhere on the mountain.
Go and get them.
The young men went away excitedly.
Then he walked into the house and said with a smile: "Hello If you are not careful, I still hope that General Chen will pay attention."
Chen Zikun stood up, held his hands in his hands, and bowed to the end: "Thank you Brother Cheng for saving your life."
Cheng Shi said: "What are you talking about?
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Japanese pirates invaded.
The Chinese people should kill the enemy and serve the country.
These are what I should do.
In other words, the Japanese have reached Daqingshan and we have defeated them."
Chen Zikun said: "It's not just a defeat, it's a disastrous defeat.
I fought tens of thousands of elite soldiers, but today there are only a few dozen left.
But even if there is only one left, we have to fight to the end with the little devil."
Cheng Shi said: "That's right, my dear, let's roast a pheasant and I'll drink a cup with General Chen."
He then removed the wild boar meat from the table and said, "I'd rather eat two ounces of birds than half a piece of walking meat."
Jin, try the wild pheasant from Daqingshan, but this wine is not as good as the good wine in the county.
Haha, Moxiao Farmer’s cured wine is muddy.
By the way, what do you call this brother?”
Zhao Ziming cupped his fists and said, "My surname is Zhao.
Zhao Ziming was born as a railway worker in Northern Thailand.
I followed my uncle to fight against Japan."
Chen Zikun added: "Ziming is the commander of the railway workers' anti-Japanese coalition.
He is young and promising."
Cheng Shi was in awe: "It turns out to be Commander Zhao, disrespectful and disrespectful."
Zhao Ziming was a little embarrassed, but fortunately the fire was blazing in the fire pit, so he couldn't see his blush.
The three of them drank a bowl of wine, and Cheng Shi asked: "Why did these Japanese pirates get into Daqingshan?"
Chen Zikun sighed, starting from the Battle of Songhu, to the fall of Nanjing, the massacre, to the defense of Beitai, and the battle of Gongjia Village.
Gradually, the room was filled with men from Chengjiazhai, and everyone joined in.
Under the oil lamp, I listened attentively to what he said about what happened outside.
"Hey, the Japanese pirates are rampant.
I think they could only harass the coast at first, but now they have even conquered Yingtian Mansion."
An old man with a white beard shook his head and sighed.
Chen Zikun knew that what he was talking about was the Chengjiazhai in the late Ming Dynasty.
Although people are deep in the peach blossom garden, they are not ignorant of the outside world.
Cheng Shi has been to Europe, flown on airplanes, seen the world, and brought modern civilization into Chengjiazhai.
The young people were filled with indignation and howled to fight against the little Japanese.
Cheng Shi raised his hand to stop their noise and said: "I can't guarantee anything else.
As long as they dare to step into Daqingshan, I will let the Japanese pirates die without a burial place."
Zhao Ziming took a bite of wild boar meat and said unconvinced: "It's so loud."
Shuan Zhu said proudly: "My father knows every tree and stone in Daqingshan.
He is the mountain god of Daqingshan."
Cheng Shi scolded: "Boy, don't talk nonsense, the mountain god is not like me."
Chen Zikun looked at the green wolf eyes outside and said solemnly: "Yes, you are the mountain god."
Cheng Shi was silent for a moment and said, "I understand."
Zhao Ziming was a little confused and thought, "What do you know?"
Cheng Shi picked up the wine bowl: "Drink" There was a lot of drunkenness that night.
The next morning, Chen Zikun got up early.
The morning air deep in the mountains was particularly fresh and refreshing, the fields were green, and the early birds were chirping crisply and gracefully on the branches.
Zhao Ziming got up earlier than him and was practicing Shaolin boxing in the yard.
The punches were so fierce that he felt in a trance before his eyes, as if he had returned to the Beijing courtyard twenty years ago.
Zhao Ziming became Zhao Dahai, in the yard.
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Practice boxing and lift stone locks.
A compliment of "good boxing skills" woke up Chen Zikun.
It turned out that it was Shuan Zhu who came back from carrying water and looked at Zhao Ziming with great admiration.
His upper body was exposed with tendons.
Zhao Ziming withdrew his fist, put his coat on his shoulders, and said with a smile: "Shuan Zhu, if you like to practice boxing, I will teach you."
"Really" Shuan Zhu couldn't help but be happy.
"Shuan Zhu, don't cause trouble to your Uncle Zhao."
Cheng Shi came out of the house carrying two leather jackets and said, "It's cold in the mountains, put these on."
Chen Zikun took one, took a look at it, and exclaimed: "tiger skin" Cheng Shi said: "Last year, I killed a tiger in the mountains.
The head was made into a hat for Shuan Zhu, and the bones were made into wine for my father-in-law.
I made a coat out of this skin.
I haven't worn it much.
You can try it on and see if it fits."
Chen Zikun was not polite and put a tiger skin coat on his body.
He was tall and majestic, and the tiger skin made him even more powerful.
Zhao Ziming also took one, a vest made of leopard skin.
He was satisfied with it and put it on to show off his power.
Cheng Shi said: "Go west for three days and you will reach the border of Hubei Province after leaving Daqing Mountain.
I will give you a ride."
Zhao Ziming said in surprise: "Uncle, you have to leave."
Chen Zikun said: "Yes, I am going to Chongqing, would you like to come with me?"
Zhao Ziming thought for a moment and said, "No, I want to stay and fight Japan."
Shuan Zhu said excitedly: "That's great.
Uncle Zhao, you can stay at my house and teach me boxing if you have nothing to do."
Zhao Ziming said: "There are no Japanese in Daqingshan.
Uncle, I am going to South Thailand and North Thailand to look for bad luck in Japan."
Chen Zikun said: "That's fine, there will always be people in Jiangbei who resist the Japanese, so let's just say goodbye."
As he said this, he hit Zhao Ziming's strong shoulder and handed over the Spanish Astra twenty-ring box cannon that he had used for many years.
Zhao Ziming put away his gun and nodded vigorously: "I will definitely kill more Japanese so as not to embarrass my uncle."
Shuanzhu Niang packed her luggage, including dried venison and corn wine, mountain spring water in bamboo tubes, machetes, ropes and matches, and of course a long gun.
"Shuan Zhu, listen to mother, don't run around."
Cheng Shi patted his son on the head and called Chen Zikun: "Get on the road."
The two men picked up their bags and embarked on the journey facing the morning glow
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