Zhang Xueliang organized his troops, and Han Baihang also reassembled his hundred-man squad. The opponents from a few hours ago were now walking together, and the soldiers on both sides didn't know what it felt like.
Zhang Xueliang's army marched all the way through the deep mountains and forests, heading towards the Nine Gates. He was going there to receive the prisoners and their weapons and equipment. This was a beautiful thing. Zhang Xueliang's army was marching very fast, and Han Baihang's squad of 100 people followed closely behind.
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On the way to Jiumenmen, there was a scene of ruin after the war. There were defeated troops escaping from time to time on the road. Zhang Xueliang was too lazy to pay attention to these cowards and went straight to Jiumenmen.
The Zhili garrison at the Nine Gates had long been defeated and was now waiting for Zhang Xueliang to arrive to accept their surrender under the surveillance of Feng Jun. Their uniforms were in tatters and they had no morale. They squatted pitifully under Feng Jun's guns.
Down, like a lamb just waiting to be slaughtered.
But if you look carefully, not every prisoner looks depressed.
Zhang Xueliang and Han Baihang arrived here. When the soldiers who were monitoring the prisoners saw the arrival of the young marshal, they immediately stood at attention and saluted with a standard military salute.
Zhang Xueliang was riding on the horse, raised his uninjured arm and saluted them back. Zhang Xueliang was forced off the horse by the guard next to him, and shouted to the prisoner squatting on the ground: "Who is your highest officer? Come out and talk to me!"
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After Zhang Xueliang finished speaking, there was silence for a while. A middle-aged man stood up slowly. There was no rank mark on his military uniform, nor was he wearing any obviously sophisticated weapons. His hair was combed back, and it was covered with dust. The clothes passed by
The war also became tattered and the shoes were damaged in several places.
He stood up and said to Zhang Xueliang: "I am their commander. My name is Han Donglin. The commanders ran away and died in the battle. I am now the highest commander here!"
Listening to Han Donglin's neither humble nor overbearing answer, Zhang Xueliang and Han Baihang couldn't help but take another look at this man. His facial muscles were clear and powerful, and his eyes were calm and decisive. He was a veteran who had been on the battlefield for many years.
Zhang Xueliang was a little curious, and then asked: "Your officers have all run away, why don't you run away, and what is your military rank?"
Han Donglin continued: "Run, where are you going? I don't know where I can stay. Besides, if a soldier can run faster than anyone else after a defeat, is he still a man?"
Han Donglin paused after saying this, and then said: "I am a captain!"
Zhang Xueliang nodded and said: "You can follow me from now on!"
Zhang Xueliang originally thought that based on his reputation, as long as he said such words, this young man would be grateful to him and 100% want to follow him, but this time, he thought wrong.
Who knew that the captain named Han Donglin snorted coldly in his nose and eyes: "Follow you? Who do you think you are!"
Han Baihang has never seen such a bold prisoner, and Zhang Xueliang has never seen one. Isn't he really afraid that he will kill him with one shot? Zhang Xueliang pulled out the gun from his waist with a bang, and pointed the black muzzle directly at Han Donglin's head, coldly
He said: "Are you really not afraid that I will kill you?"
Facing Zhang Xueliang's gun, Han Donglin laughed quietly and said: "The dignified young marshal actually pointed a gun at an unarmed prisoner. Aren't you afraid of spreading the word and making others laugh? I've always been
I only admire capable people. As long as someone in your team can beat me, then I will follow you immediately, but if no one can beat me, then I hope you can let me go!"
Zhang Xueliang smiled and said: "Okay, that's it. If you win, I'll let you go, but I don't believe you will win at all!"
Han Donglin took two steps forward. As soon as he stood up, the guns of the surrounding soldiers were immediately pointed at him, telling him not to move. He looked up at Zhang Xueliang, and Zhang Xueliang waved his hand to signal everyone around him to step back.
Han Donglin then walked up to Zhang Xueliang and said: "Young Marshal Zhang, I know that your team is the elite of the elite in the Fengjun Army, and there must be many capable people in the army. In this way, as long as one of your men can defeat me, I will never do it again."
From now on, I will follow you through life and death without any hesitation. If there is no one else, please ask Marshal Zhang to let me go back to fulfill my filial piety to my eighty-year-old mother at home!"
Zhang Xueliang heard this and had no objection. He didn't believe that no one in his army could defeat this kid, so he nodded in agreement.
Han Donglin walked to an open area nearby, took off his military uniform, threw it to the ground, and shouted to Feng Jun: "Come up if you have the ability!"
Zhang Xueliang nodded to a soldier behind him and motioned for him to come and fight. The soldier behind Zhang Xueliang was a battalion commander of his 27th Division. He knew some kung fu and was said to have never been defeated in the 27th Division.
, he was able to break a tree as thick as a bowl with one kick, and his kung fu was very impressive. Zhang Xueliang asked him to play because he wanted to give Han Donglin a head-on blow.
As soon as the battalion commander came out, the soldiers of the 27th Division burst into cheers. Most of them knew him and had heard of his reputation to some extent. They felt that this madman named Han Donglin would definitely be beaten.
I searched all over the place.
When Han Donglin heard Feng Jun's cheers, a disdainful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he stretched out his hand to greet the opponent. This was an obvious provocation. The battalion commander also became a little angry and walked directly in front of Han Donglin.
Han Donglin clasped his fists, and the battalion commander also put his hands together for a moment.
As soon as the battalion commander lowered his hand, Han Donglin appeared in front of him, and his fist came straight towards the battalion commander's face. The battalion commander was not a man of hard work, so he moved his body slightly and avoided Han Donglin's blow.
Instead of using his fist, he reached out and grabbed Han Donglin's arm.
Han Donglin didn't care when he saw his arm being grabbed. He quietly kicked his foot straight towards the battalion commander's crotch. If the battalion commander wanted to grab his hand, then this kick would definitely land firmly.
On the body.
The battalion commander also noticed this kick, but it was too late to stretch out his foot to block it, so he had to let go of Han Donglin's hand and use his body skills to avoid this fatal kick.
These two moves were a near miss. The battalion commander had already felt that Han Donglin was stronger than him. He did not dare to be careless in the next response. He had to do his best to concentrate. If there was the slightest distraction, he might directly
If he failed, he would lose Shaoshuai Zhang's face at that time.
Han Baihang stood aside and watched the competition between the two. He had already seen the martial arts methods used by Han Donglin. He knew that the battalion commander could not win no matter what. The two people's kung fu was not at the same level at all. One was
There are classical Chinese Kung Fu that have routines and teachers, and the other is just a wild man who became a monk halfway, and the winner is already decided.