It was dawn and we got up and rushed.

The leopard took us over a sand beam, passed through a forest, and came to the lakeside. The lake water was clear and we could see strange and colorful fish swim slowly in the lake. We cut down the trees, tied them into a raft with cloth strips, and put them into the lake.

The lake is wide and can't see at a glance. There are reeds growing in the lake water, and groups of white-pillow cranes are resting among the reeds. Those white-pillow cranes may have never seen humans before. When they saw us paddling a raft, they looked at us blankly without panic at all.

When the sun sets west, we saw the other side of the lake, and everyone let out a long sigh. Suddenly, the leopard sitting at the bow of the boat bent down and he whispered: "Let's go down, lie down."

I couldn't help but lay on the raft and asked, "What's wrong? What's wrong?"

The leopard said: "There are wooden boats by the lake and there are Japanese ghosts on the boat."

I looked forward in surprise and saw several wooden boats moored by the lake. One of them was sitting face to face with two Japanese in yellow military uniforms. How could the Japanese appear here? Before I could ask, I heard the leopard say, "Rock slowly, and paddle into the reeds."

We lay on the raft and carefully paddled the water with our palms. The raft slowly approached the reeds not far away. The two Japanese didn't notice us. They talked loudly and laughed loudly, and their voices floated down the lake surface. Later, the two Japanese ghosts were probably bored, so they put their guns on the wooden boat, walked up the shore of the lake, and searched for bird eggs in the grass.

Leopard said: "This group of Japanese ghosts must have attacked the Red Willow Forest and left two people to guard the wooden boats here. We have to find a way to prevent the Japanese ghosts from succeeding their conspiracy."

Bai beggar looked at the black beggar and said, "We all swim, and we will steal the guns of the two Japanese ghosts over."

The deceased said: "We don't know how to use the gun after we ask for it, so we just throw it into the water."

I said, "I can shoot, I have been a soldier."

Leopard said: "This group of Japanese ghosts are fighting against the Red Willow Forest. No matter if they win or lose, they will come here and row back. We will tamper with the boat and prevent the Japanese ghost from succeeding."

Bai Beggar said: "This is very simple. Kill the two Japanese ghosts and set up the wooden boat and burn it."

The black and white beggar took a deep breath, jumped into the lake, dived towards the wooden boat, and through the clear lake water, I saw their wide trouser legs swaying like water plants.

They walked under the wooden boat, and two Japanese ghosts on the lakeshore were chasing a chick happily, their shriveled screams and laughter echoed among the reeds. The black and white beggar rolled over the boat wet and fucked two rifles in his hands. The leopard and the bodyguard worked together to raft as if they were getting closer.

The sound of water alarmed two happy Japanese ghosts. They turned their heads and suddenly saw so many people appearing on the lake, with fear written on their faces. We moved the boat to the dock and walked to the solid land. The two tough Japanese ghosts saw us, standing back to back, opening their arms, and roaring fiercely in their mouths, making a stubborn look.

The leopard walked up with a smile. He had fought with the Japanese ghost before and knew that their starting style was a Japanese wrestling posture. As long as they were careful not to let them grab their arms, they would be invincible. When the black beggar saw the leopard walking up, he caught a few steps and said to the leopard: "One person, you can't take advantage of it."

Leopard said: "I think of a few moves to break Japanese ghost wrestling these days, and today I want to practice."

The black beggar said, "No, one person, you can't take it alone."

The two Japanese ghosts were ready to fight, but suddenly they saw us stop. The leopard and the black beggar were fighting. He thought we were scared, so he rushed up. A Japanese ghost stretched out his arm to grab the leopard's shoulder, but the leopard lowered his body and twisted his hand to grab his wrist. The leopard fell to the ground and thrust his feet on the Japanese ghost's belly. The Japanese ghost was thrown seven or eight meters away like a cloud of fog. This move is called the rabbit stomping eagle, which is a common move in martial arts. To break Japanese wrestling, don't have any difficult moves. Just take the right medicine to win easily.

Another Japanese ghost rushed towards the black beggar. The black beggar could wrestle Mongolian and fight with the Japanese ghost. Both of them used wrestling moves. The white beggar walked over quietly, swung his palm, and chopped off the Japanese ghost's neck. The Japanese ghost fell down silently. The white beggar said, "Why are you falling with him? Use Amo Cangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkangkang

After we killed two Japanese ghosts, they were thrown into the lake. Then, we piled firewood on the wooden boat and lit it. When the fire was gone, it was the day when the wooden boat was burned.

We walked towards the Red Willow Forest, climbed over a hill, and entered a Gobi Desert. The ground was covered with gravel and stones, as big as fists and as small as almonds. A dry wind blew over, and a faint smell of blood came from the wind.

The leopard licked the little finger of his right hand and stood up high. After putting down his finger, he said, "The wind blows from the east." There are no trees or grass leaves on the Gobi Desert. We need to distinguish the direction of the wind blowing. The old people often use this method.

We walked to the east, and at dusk, we finally passed through the Gobi Desert and entered the bushes. The sunset was like a huge wheel, rolling over the horizon to the west, which was a terrifying blood. A bloody war was taking place on the grassland.

We walked through the bushes, and the dense branches blocked our pace. We had to separate the branches with our hands before we could continue walking. The sunset sank and the moon rose. The milky white moonlight shone through the dense branches, sprinkling fine spots on the ground.

We walked a few hundred meters in the bushes, and the leopard walking at the end suddenly whispered: "Stop, stop."

We stopped and looked at the leopard in confusion. I asked, "What's wrong?"

Leopard said: "Someone followed."

The warden lying on the ground, digging a small hole with his hands, and then pressing his ears on it with a serious expression. Seeing him doing this, I quickly lay on the ground and digging a hole with my hands. This method is called "lifting the ground and listening to the sounds of sounds" in the world. The vast earth is like a tight drum surface, and the sound of footsteps several miles away can cause tremors, which can be heard by this method. The scientific interpretation of this method is "the void can accept sounds."

I once heard from Master Master talk about the past. Master Master said that people in the past attacked the city, but they could not capture it for a long time, so they dug tunnels and wanted to sneak attack the city from outside the city. The people in the city were at the foot of the city wall, digging a pit every one or two hundred meters, with a large jar in the pit, and the jar covered with cowhide. If someone digs tunnels nearby, the cowhide will buzz and make a slight tremor. The guardians knew that the siegemen were digging tunnels in this direction. So they dug a vertical shaft and filled it with water. The siegemen finally dug the tunnels, but the tunnels were connected to the vertical shafts, and the water in the shafts would flow backwards and drown the person who dug the tunnels. If there happened to be a river in this city, the shaft would be connected to the river. The river water would not only drown the person who dug the tunnels, but also pour back into the camp of the attacker.

My ears were pressed against the pit. After listening for a long time, I didn't hear any sound. I raised my head and looked at the leopard. The leopard made a gesture and did not let us speak. He walked forward a few steps, deliberately shaking the branches, making a rustling sound. His footsteps stopped, and there were indeed slight footsteps coming from behind.

Someone is really following.

The leopard signaled me and the detacher to walk forward, deliberately making a loud noise, and he and the black and white beggar hid in the bushes.

I walked forward, shaking the branches all the way, deliberately stomping the footsteps very loudly, and deliberately kicking the trunk with my feet, making it impossible for the people who were following me to tell how many people were walking. While I was walking, I also broke the branches. The sound of a straightforward breaking seemed extremely loud on this quiet moonlit night.

I walked dozens of meters away, and there were screams and swearing and fighting with thumping sounds. The sound soon stopped, and then the leopard roared: "Which way is the way to eat?"

I ran back with the detacher to see who was following us. When I ran to the front, I found that the leopard had let go. The man rubbed his neck with his hands and smiled. His teeth were white under the moonlight.

He is a qin. In the slang of the world, it means brothers. The upper qin is the elder brother and the lower qin is the younger brother.

Leopard asked: "Why are you here?"

The man also asked curiously: "Why are you here?"

The deceased and I walked to the person, and the man looked at the deceased and looked at me again, and suddenly pointed at me and asked, "Why is this brother here too? Do you know Uncle Leopard? How did you know each other?"

I looked at him carefully, but didn't recognize him, so I shook my head.

The man said, "You forgot me, I can't forget you. You are my savior."

I was even more confused. I was chaotic and displaced over the years and was like a devastated dog. I couldn't even take care of myself. Why could I save people? When did I become my life-saving benefactor?

The man stopped talking to me. He turned to the leopard and said, "I know you, you may not know me. I have seen you from Master. I often run reconnaissance outside and rarely return to Master."

Leopard said: "I didn't recognize you just now, but later I recognized you. Master once praised you and said you are very clever and can complete all the tasks assigned."

The man smiled and said, "Really? Master praised me like this?"

The leopard smiled and said, "Then there are still fakes. Your name is Tangliu?"

The man was very happy: "Yes, yes, my name is Tiaoliu." The northerners called the round glass ball Biaoliu. As long as there was a little slope, he would roll out a lot. Tiaoliu should be his nickname, which means he was maneuverable and flexible, smart. People in the world called others the real name, but they all called him nicknames.

Turning towards me again, I saw the rippling light on his face under the moonlight, which looked extremely strange and clever. He said, "Call the dog, you may have forgotten that that night on the grassland and in the dilapidated temple, I lay in the coffin board, avoiding the pursuit... Ah, you remembered."

A flash of inspiration flashed in my mind, the moon, the Land Temple, the Wutengzig, the birthmark... The mystery that night suddenly unraveled all the doubts that night. The dead body buried in the coffin was originally pretended to be a living person, and it was the one in front of him who had to hide in the coffin of the Land Temple in order to avoid the pursuit of metal sounds and rooster voices. However, by chance, the metal sounds and rooster voices also walked into the Land Temple. Later, the tall and short men who were fleeing with the metal sounds and rooster voices. The metal sounds and rooster voices killed the tall and short men with guns. The wounded Bianliu didn't care about putting the dead body back into the coffin of the Land Temple, and ran away in panic.

These days, I have been thinking about what happened in the land temple outside Wutengzige Village that night, and now I understand everything.

Leopard asked Tan Liu: "What are you doing here?"

He smiled mysteriously and said, "I want to go back to find Master. I killed my enemy and got a treasure."

The leopard said: "Who did you kill? What baby did you get?"

I took out something wrapped in cloth from my pocket and opened it. A light hurt my eyes. The dazzling treasure in the moonlight was actually a big diamond that I had lost for a long time.

I was so surprised that I couldn't speak, and I asked, "How did you...you have it?"

Tangliu said in surprise: "How did Daigou know the origin of this thing?"

My tears suddenly flowed down, and I said, "This thing has caused our Jinbei Gang to be badly aware."

Tiaoliu said: "I took it from the hands of Sanshi and Yachaguai, and I killed both of them."

Oh, I remembered it, the metal voice was called the Three Monsters, and the rooster's voice was called the Yachaguai. They died in Danliu's hands, Danliu avenged me.

However, Big Diamond is back. Where are the third uncle and Swallow who are pursuing Big Diamond?

I asked Tanliu anxiously: "Did you see the Third Master Uncle and Swallow?"

Tangliu said: "I know Uncle Third Master, who is Yanzi? Where did they go?"

I told them that they followed the Three Monsters and Yachakuai and wanted to regain the big diamonds, and said blinkingly: "I didn't see them. I know the Third Division Uncle. According to the Third Division Uncle, if I followed me all the way, I would definitely follow me, but I didn't see them... It's wrong. I killed the Three Monsters and Yachakuai and grabbed the big diamonds in Guruchi. On the way from Guruchi to Gerile, I felt that someone was following me behind. At that time, I was very scared and ran away desperately. I thought the person I followed must be in the same group as the Three Monsters. The horses were exhausted and fell to the ground. I lifted my feet and rushed forward. In order to avoid them, I had to abandon the road and walk the path.

Later, I came to Gerile. I was really sleepy and slept all night by the Aobao outside the yurt. I thought, no matter what happened, I would have to have a good sleep first. Even if I was about to die, I would have to have a good sleep first. I slept until dawn and was surprised to find that nothing happened. I thought that maybe I was overly nervous and no one followed me. In this way, I walked northward. In the Gobi Desert, I saw your footprints, running towards the Red Willow Forest. The Red Willow Forest made our nests. Not many people in the outside world knew about it. I was worried that these footprints would be detrimental to the Red Willow Forest, so I followed behind secretly. I didn't expect to meet you."

After saying such a lot of words in one breath, I was so tired that I was out of breath.

Guruchi is the place where the third uncle used magic to make the three monsters and Yachaguai lose their souls. It is also the place where the three monsters and Yachaguai are shot and killed and snatched away the big diamonds. Gerile is the place where the prince who drives the eagle and drives the dogs is located, and it is also the place where the third uncle sings the long Mongolian tune.

It took only a few days for Gerile to get here, and he was as smart as the Third Division Uncle and Swallow. As long as he followed the traces, he would catch up in a few days. Although I was always worried about the Third Division Uncle and Swallow, I believe we will see them soon.

After walking for several days, the dry food for drinking water had already been used up. There was no lake water nearby, and our throats were dry and painful. The moon tilted westward, the fog rose, and the leaves in the bushes emitted a lingering green light. We used our tongues to press the leaves and used drops of precious dew to moisten our dry throat.

Walking out of the bushes, we saw a bonfire appearing in the distance. The bonfire is like a starlight falling to the ground, shining. Where there is a bonfire, there must be people, and where there are people, there may be dry food and drinking water. We walked towards the bonfire.

After walking for hundreds of meters, I suddenly saw someone jumping by the bonfire, floating around. I exclaimed: "Oh, it's the ghost fire, it's the ghost dancing."

Leopard said: "Where are ghosts in this world? They are all trying to scare themselves."

We continued to move forward, seeing the flames getting higher and higher, and the figures getting bigger and bigger, and there was a vague sound of speaking. As we spoke languages ​​that we couldn't understand, a strong smell floated over and the leopard moved in a terrifying manner: "This is a Japanese ghost."

We crawled on the ground and approached the group of Japanese ghosts step by step. The group of Japanese ghosts were burning corpses. A bald man sat on the ground, wearing a robe, folded his hands, muttering words in his mouth. More than a dozen Japanese ghosts were wearing yellow military uniforms and dancing around the fire. There were more than a dozen Japanese ghosts' corpses beside the fire. Each of them threw a corpse into the fire, and they sang strange songs loudly.

Bai Beggar said: "This Japanese monk is chanting scriptures and reliance. How can a murderer be relied on? No matter how much you chant a Japanese monk, you will go to hell after your death."

The black beggar said, "Beat this Japanese monk to death first, so that he can't recite the scriptures."

The leopard said: "Daigou, give me a shot and kill this Japanese monk."

I took off the Japanese gun from my shoulder and aimed at the light gourd of the Japanese monk. However, because of my nervousness, my fingers trembled, and the muzzle always jumped around the light gourd. The leopard said, "I'm not ready yet?" I was anxious and fired a shot. The gunshot screamed like cicadas and flew towards the fire. The Japanese monk was not dead, and the rest of the Japanese ghosts were not dead. I was extremely upset.

When the Japanese ghost heard the gunshots, they immediately stopped singing and dancing. They crawled on the ground and looked around nervously. They never thought that on this misty moonlight night, cold guns would be shot at them in the depths of this deserted sand.

Japanese ghosts are in the light and we are in the dark. It is impossible for Japanese ghosts to put out the fire. More than a dozen corpses that crossed the ocean and died outside the border are burning at this moment. The fertile people are sizzling, and the red flames are twisting happily. Every move of Japanese ghosts is exposed to our sight. If I were a sharpshooter, I ambushed in the darkness at this moment, and one shot of one or more Japanese ghosts can't escape. Unfortunately, my shooting skills are too poor.

The leopard whispered to me: "You have been a soldier, it's just this stinky gunshot."

I was extremely ashamed and dared not refute. In fact, I can't blame me for my stinky guns. When I arrived in the warlords, an old sleeve would only give you three bullets. I usually hold an empty gun and practice aiming. Only when I go to the battlefield can I shoot. Many people have not seen the enemy's face on the battlefield, but they will shoot three bullets. Warlords fight, and that kind of scene is not much different from playing house with children.

The leopard asked me: "Do you dare to shoot another dog god?"

I said, "Dare."

This time, I tried my best to aim, and felt my breathing still. Then I shot a shot. The gunshots flew all the way to the direction of the Japanese ghost, but they still didn't hit. My gunshots didn't stop, and the Japanese ghosts' gunshots rang, and a gun flew over to my scalp, and my hair was knocked out. I was in panic and crawled on the ground without even moving. The Japanese ghosts' gunshots are really good.

Later I realized that the shooting skills were all fed by bullets. From the time I was a soldier to touch the gun, I have fired less than ten bullets in total. When every Japanese ghost came to the Chinese battlefield, each person fired at least three hundred bullets in Japan. If he didn't fire enough 300 bullets, he would not be able to go to the battlefield.
To be continued...