Chapter 68: The Continuous Strikes of Linked Strategy (1)

  The surprise attack just now made Zhang Huamin's troops like a bird startled by a bowstring, and they were in a state of panic and could not last for a day.

  Zhang Huamin had actually seen what Liu Qing was doing, he never liked subordinates who thought they were right and acted on their own, so he sent a deputy officer to pass on the order, but the deputy officer's death made him furious, muttering in his mouth: "Liu Qing, I also have a favor for you, why are you treating me like this? I don't believe that without you, I won't be able to handle it!"

  So he issued a warrant for his arrest, thinking that Liu Qing would disappear from the face of the earth as soon as he received it! But unexpectedly, Liu Qing started playing the human bomb game; because Zhang Huamin's location was too close to Liu Qing's troops, and once the human bomb came out, it was a desperate fight to the death.

  Zhang Huamin had no choice but to whip his horse and lead his men towards the fork in the road at Qinglong Mountain, first getting away from these madmen as far as possible and preserving their lives; this was also the main reason why Liu Qing's troops only sent out a wave of human bombs to achieve their goal.

  This cruel and intense battle alerted several other troops, among which the Tie Shi and Ouyang Qing troops reacted the most quickly, respectively sending out reinforcement troops to support Fenghuang Mountain. When they arrived at the San Cha intersection, what they saw was a bloody battlefield with scattered bodies everywhere. Hua Fu'er was directing his soldiers to collect the remains of the martyrs and prepare to bury them separately in the mountains.

  Fan Yu also came down from the mountain at this time, preparing to send people into the mountains to find the remnants of Liu Qing. The arrival of the two troops happened to solve this problem.

  Tie Shi sent 200 people; Ouyang Qing sent 500 people, led by Xu Yingfa; Fan Yu explained his request and everyone understood. Hua Fu'er also withdrew 300 people from the reserve team on the mountain to make a total of 1,000 people. Fan Yu and Xu Yingfa each led 500 people in the direction where Liu Qing retreated to search for Liu Qing's remaining troops.

  The Japanese reaction was slow, and when they sent troops to the battlefield, Fan Yu and his men had already entered the mountains. Hua Fu's men who were sent to sweep the battlefield also returned to Fenghuang Mountain. The Japanese arrived at the foot of Fenghuang Mountain first and observed that there was no sign of occupation. Moreover, they encountered many of Zhang Huamin's defeated soldiers on the way, turned back, and climbed Qinglong Mountain.

  It was already 5 o'clock in the morning, and Zhang Huamin's attack plan had been completely ruined by Liu Qing's counterattack. In his own conference hall, Zhang Huamin scolded loudly, pointing at some of the escaped officers one by one. This wasn't surprising, as more than 2,800 troops had gone out to attack Fenghuang Mountain, but less than 1,000 had returned so far. What was even more infuriating was that many of the returning troops had suffered severe equipment losses, and not a few soldiers came back with only some bullets left in their hands, having lost their guns.

  At this time, the Japanese came and saw the miserable end of Zhang Huamin's subordinates. They couldn't help but shake their heads; while persuading Zhang Huamin, they decided to supplement some from the Japanese baggage for Zhang Huamin. This made Zhang Huamin overjoyed, and he immediately stated: as long as the number of people returning reaches 1,500 or more, he will add another 2,500 people to attack Fenghuang Mountain and avenge his previous defeat!

  However, his wish is likely to be in vain, as Fan Yu and others are now searching the mountain. Moreover, Ouyang Qing has already set his sights on the Japanese logistics unit.

  The small village at the foot of Fenghuang Mountain is not very large, with only about 100 households. It is backed by the steep cliffs of Fenghuang Mountain, and in front of it is a patchwork of fields. The fields face a winding river that flows gently to the front, and beyond the river is a mountain slope covered with dense shrubs. Since Qingming has passed, these shrubs have already sprouted new green shoots, looking full of life.

  It's now 5:10 in the morning, and some people have already started their day's work in the fields.

  Ouyang Qing led dozens of people to ambush in the bushes on the other side of the small river, wanting to enter the village and catch a tongue. Looking at the sky, it was already bright, so he gave up. But this way of waiting wasn't going to work either! Ouyang Qing was anxious and sweating profusely.

  Suddenly, an old man carrying water appeared on the small road across the mountain slope, followed by two Japanese soldiers. When they arrived at the riverbank, the old man seemed to be extremely disgusted with the Japanese soldiers and threw down the two empty buckets, took off his shoes, tucked up his pants, waded through the river, and sat down on the grassy riverbank below the mountain slope. He pulled out a tobacco pipe from behind his waist, filled it with dry tobacco, lit it, and took a deep drag.

  Ouyang Qing took a glance at the Japanese soldiers chatting idly, unaware of this; he pulled out a large silver coin and "swished" it onto the old man's back. The old man suddenly stood up, turned around, and was about to scold loudly. As soon as he stood up, the silver coin slid down his back and rolled onto the ground, shining brightly. The old man saw the silver coin and his eyes lit up; he glanced at the two Japanese soldiers, saw they hadn't noticed, and quickly used his foot to press down on the coin, quietly digging it out with his hand and putting it in his pocket. The old man looked around, hoping for another miracle, and this time he wasn't disappointed - in a dry riverbed nearby, there was another shiny silver coin lying there, only five or six meters away! The old man walked forward to pick up the coin and continued searching upwards; soon after, he found another one. As he searched again, he came across a dark gun barrel!

  The old man suddenly sat on the ground and said: "Good Han, I have an elderly person at home and a young child, spare my life, oh this money I will return to you, I don't want it..."

  Ouyang Qing said in a low voice, "Shut up, we are from Fenghuang Mountain. Don't be afraid, sir. You can take the money first, I don't want it. Can you help me with something?"

  The old man heard that Ouyang Qing was a person from Fenghuang Mountain and had some idea in his heart, asking: "Is what you said true?"

  Ouyang Qing replied: "Tieshi is my brother, Tiennüzi is my elder sister-in-law, don't worry!"

  The old man listened and said: "What a mess, isn't this a difference in generation?" However, he still nodded and asked: "Hero, what brings you to find me?"

  "What are you doing?" asked Ouyang Qing.

  The old man replied: "Cooking for the devils, there are several thousand of them. The villagers drew water from the well too many times, so I ran here."

  At this time, the devils found the old man squatting here and shouted: "Old man, what are you doing?"

  The old man was stunned, and Ouyang Qing said to him: "Pull shit!"

  The old man shouted: "I'm working hard, I'll be done soon!"

  "Are you doing it alone?"

  The old man shook his head and said, "For several days now, those devils have been coming to our village, like a swarm of locusts, eating away all our stored grain! I'm so angry about it, but what can we do? They've got guns, that's the problem!"

  "Did they let you go just like that?" Ouyang Qing asked after a moment of thought.

  The old man replied: "I am the village head, they don't care about me, I get rice from every household!"

  Ouyang Qing took out a small package from his own close-fitting leather pouch and handed it to the old man, saying: "You go back, see how many families are cooking, divide it into several portions, pour it into the dishes or rice, it's all okay. When they've all poured, you wave your hand on the opposite side of the village, we'll help you get revenge!"

  The old man asked: "What's this?"

  Ouyang Qing smiled and said: "Anesthetic. It won't be fatal, don't worry!"

  The old man nodded and went down the mountain, fetched two buckets of water, and carried them on his shoulder.

  Seeing the old man leave, Ouyang Qing let out a sigh of relief and said to those behind him: "Go get someone, bring the main force back to me, be careful not to expose ourselves!"

  One of the team members left immediately. At this time, a warrior who was lurking beside Ouyang Qing asked: "Boss, that one is really anesthetic?"

  Ouyang Qing smiled and said: "I'm a disciple of the Poison Sect, what's the point of carrying that thing?"

  The soldier heard this and clicked his tongue, saying: "You're ruthless!"

  Half an hour passed and the troops arrived, hiding themselves.

  More than an hour had passed when the old man rushed over, pointing at Ouyang Qing and saying: "You deceived people, they're all dead!"

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