The setting sun was like blood, sprinkling the Gobi Desert, as if it was covered with a golden coat on this land that had been baptized by war.

The Dragon Boat Festival that blocked the Japanese reinforcements and led his team to continue northwards.

Inside the car, the guerrillas were filled with unconcealed excitement and joy.

Looking at the Dragon Boat Festival, although they were scarred, they were all smirking. They couldn't help but feel it. They picked up the relics of some guerrillas on the side, and sang a pipa:

"The sun in the west is about to set. The Gobi Desert is quiet and quiet. Talking about my beloved pipa, singing that moving song!..."

The singing flows out like a clear spring, penetrating the smoke and fatigue of the battlefield, and gently brushing the hearts of every soldier.

The melody is a bit desolate and warm, as if it can wash away the dust and blood on every warrior, allowing the tired soul to have a moment of peace.

The soldiers stopped their work, sat or stood, and looked at the Dragon Boat Festival at the same time, with an unprecedented light flashing in their eyes.

In that light, there is nostalgia for past years, deep resonance for comrades, and infinite longing for future victory.

The smile on their faces, which was originally slightly distorted by the pain, became extremely soft and sincere at this moment, as if he was healed by the power of the singing, and his heart was soothed like never before.

As the Dragon Boat Festival's fingertips jumped on the strings of the pipa, every note seemed to hit directly on their hearts, causing layers of ripples.

Some soldiers closed their eyes gently, and a faint smile hung on the corner of their mouths, as if they were drifting towards the distant and peaceful hometown with the song.

Some people lowered their heads and thought, unconsciously rubbing the scars on their bodies, as if they were deeply commemorating their sacrificed comrades.

Gradually, the soldiers began to echo softly, although their voices were hoarse, but full of affection.

Their singing is intertwined with the sound of the Dragon Boat Festival's pipa, forming a song of their own, a song about courage, sacrifice and victory.

At this moment, all the pain and fatigue seemed to disappear, leaving only the yearning for a better life and a firmer belief in victory.

The afterglow of the setting sun fell on them, placing a layer of golden light on the brave warriors.

In this land baptized by war, they interpret the value of life in their own way, and weave their glorious chapters with their singing and beliefs.

Bang!

Suddenly, a gunshot broke the peace for a moment. Smoke and dust rolled on the distant horizon, and countless war horses surged out in an instant. The war horses stepped on the earth, making rumbles, galloping towards the Dragon Boat Festival and others.

The picture of the galloping horses is like a surging tide, with an unstoppable momentum, instantly filling the entire vision.

The afterglow of the setting sun was covered by rolling dust, and only a magnificent scene of chaos and power remained between the sky and the earth.

Dragon Boat Festival and the soldiers quickly came back to their senses from the intoxicating singing, and their eyes gradually changed from gentleness to sharpness.

Without any extra words, Dragon Boat Festival immediately ordered all cars to form a circle and surround the truck where the wounded were in the middle.

At this moment, Ma Ping'an looked at it with the help of a telescope for a moment and said, "They are not Japanese, but Mongolian cavalry, maybe they treat us as Japanese."

Dragon Boat Festival thought for a while and said, "Everyone listens to my orders, don't shoot first. But I load the bullets. And especially the machine gunners, I have filled the bullets."

Ma Ping'an hurriedly said: "Brother Ye, it's best not to have conflicts with the Mongolian cavalry, as this goes against the principles of our underground party."

Dragon Boat Festival smiled and said, "Does the other party want to kill us? We still let them kill with our necks? Leave this matter to me."

There is not too much nonsense about Dragon Boat Festival. If the other party understands the truth, then he is a friend. But if he doesn’t understand, then he’s sorry.

At this time, although Ma Ping'an was worried, he did not stop the Dragon Boat Festival decision. He knew very well that in this chaotic world, although principles were important, survival and protection of companions were the most urgent task.

The sound of the horse's hooves became louder and louder, and the ground seemed to be trembling. More than 400 horses were like black torrents, instantly surrounding the convoy.

The cavalry were wearing heavy armor, and the rifles in their hands were flashing bloody light in the setting sun, and the air was filled with a depressing and tense atmosphere.

However, to everyone's surprise, these Mongolian cavalry did not attack immediately, but maintained a delicate balance, as if waiting for some signal or were in a silent negotiation.

Their eyes were both alert and curious, and they seemed to be full of exploration of the convoy that had entered their territory.

At this moment, the horse team in the west slowly separated, and a tall man rode a war horse and slowly walked forward.

He looked at the live ammunition convoy with contempt and asked, "Who are you? How dare you break into the territory of my Urigenda Lai?"

On the Dragon Boat Festival, he slowly raised his hand to signal the soldiers in the convoy to remain calm and not act rashly.

Then, he said in a calm and powerful voice: "We are the Northeast Anti-Japanese Allied Forces, and we have no intention of offending. It is just an IOU. I wonder if you can do this convenience?"

Although the sound of Dragon Boat Festival is not high, it clearly spreads to the ears of every Mongolian cavalry.

But this faint sound seemed to solidify the air around him, only the breathing of the war horses and the occasional wind coming from afar echoed in his ears.

For a moment, the whole scene fell into a stalemate, and both sides expressed their meaning. As for what to do next, it can only be seen how the Dalai Lama answered.

All Mongolian cavalry raised their guns, and the guerrillas loaded all the bullets.

A big war is about to break out. But at this moment, the Dalai Lama of Urigen laughed and said, "Since it is the Northeast Anti-Japanese Allied Forces, I, the Dalai Lama of Urigen, still have to give this face. But the road cannot be borrowed for nothing, otherwise you will get out of the Dalai Lama of Urigen immediately."

At this time, a young man next to the Dalai Lama of Urigen also echoed: "Yes, if you don't hand over the money for buying a road, then get out of our territory. Humph! A group of stray dogs defeated by the Japanese!"

"What did you say?"

Before the Dragon Boat Festival could be said, a roar came, which was exactly what Ma Hu said.

Although Ma Hu was injured, his fierceness remained unabated. Moreover, Ma Jiaji suffered huge losses in this battle, and Ma Hu had nowhere to get angry, but the Dalai Lama came to his door by himself.
Chapter completed!