Chapter Eight: The Stubborn Little Red Guard and Su Changqing's Fury
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Su Changqing recalled a scene from the TV drama "Drawing the Sword." Li Yunlong once said that when his regiment was about to leave the grasslands, they encountered an enemy cavalry battalion head-on. In the end, Li Yunlong decisively crushed the cavalry battalion and seized a large amount of supplies, replenishing their considerable consumption during the march.
Now, according to the system’s alert, there was an army composed of local militia and regional armed forces within the grasslands. They had rashly advanced to within twelve kilometers of the 24th Regiment of the Rainbow Army. This force was well-stocked with ammunition and wielded weapons such as Maxim heavy machine guns, Czech light machine guns, and even Mauser rifles procured from the German Empire.
Setting aside other considerations, their level of armament far surpassed that of the majority of the local warlord troops in the Great Xia Kingdom. Not to mention that they possessed an entire battalion of cavalry. Although the era was moving toward mechanized infantry as the pinnacle of combat power, cavalry still held a significant advantage on this land of Great Xia.
The Ma family army entrenched in the northwest and the Northwest Army roaming that region both boasted formidable cavalry units.
Just moments ago, Su Changqing had been worried about ammunition shortages. Now, as sleepiness crept in, someone had even brought him a pillow—truly thoughtful. Under Li Yunlong’s development and training, the 24th Regiment had become a fierce fighting force, reminiscent of a pack of wolves. Taking down this group composed of local militias and tribal forces would be a mere formality.
Both Su Changqing and Li Yunlong were men who thrived in the wild. Now that supplies were delivered right to their doorstep, how could Su Changqing pass up the opportunity? The two immediately found themselves in perfect agreement. Under Su Changqing’s command, the 24th Regiment redirected its course and charged toward the militia and tribal forces.
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Moon Crescent Lake.
An unnamed lake on the Pansong Grassland.
A force composed of local militia and tribal armed groups was resting there.
"Damn it, being sent on a mission like this is truly unlucky," cursed the leading militia officer.
"Those Red Bandits are shameless barefooted brutes, dirt poor and reckless. What’s the point in chasing them?"
"Nothing but death awaits us."
The officer spat, clearly dissatisfied with the assignment.
As a local militia, these bullies took great pleasure in oppressing unarmed civilians. Now, being driven into the grasslands by the Qing Tian Party army and forced to pursue the Rainbow Army was an immense burden.
They would rather be enjoying women in their villages than chasing a barefooted enemy. Oppressing the common folk was far more comfortable.
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In this world, whoever has a gun is the local kingpin.
Which blind warlord would willingly fight against the barefoot Rainbow Army?
But the stronger always prevails.
Whenever the officer thought of the gun wielded by that young Qing Tian Party officer, he couldn’t help but tremble.
As a regional overlord, Zhang Yuelai was known as an exceptional marksman and fast shooter. Yet, before that young officer, he was insignificant.
Before Zhang could fire a single shot, two of his men had their heads blown apart. The arrogant expression on that young officer’s face sent chills down Zhang’s spine.
He couldn’t win in battle, nor could he flee. Zhang could only endure his fate.
Grinding his teeth, he plunged deeper into the grasslands.
Though Zhang had not encountered large Rainbow Army formations, he was ruthless in dealing with stragglers. His anger, fueled by being humiliated by the Qing Tian Party’s young officer, was vented cruelly on those isolated Rainbow soldiers.
“Commander! Commander!”
“Heh heh, we found some fun again.”
“It’s a kid, only thirteen or fourteen years old. Damn, and he still tried to run.”
“We captured him in the end. This little guy is clutching something like a treasure.”
One of Zhang’s lackeys approached with a grin, reporting to his leader.
“Tch!”
“Take me to see. We’ve caught quite a few Red Bandits these days.”
“Those captured ones, just torture them a bit, don’t kill them. If they die, we lose leverage for dealing with that Qing Tian officer.”
Zhang took a long drag from his dry tobacco, then crushed the butt underfoot.
Accompanied by his lackey, Zhang soon reached the young Rainbow soldier.
Seeing Zhang approach, the defiant child turned his head away, showing complete disdain for the rough warlord.
“Damn it, you little punk.”
“Our commander’s here, and you still have that attitude?”
“Wanna bet I’ll put you down?” Zhang’s lackey swung a riding whip, slashing across the boy’s stubborn face.
A bloodied scar suddenly appeared on the child’s face.
“Ptooey!”
Despite his gaunt and pale appearance, the defiant Rainbow soldier spat fiercely at Zhang.
“Damn it!”
“You’re asking for death!” Zhang leapt up, furious.
But seeing the bulging bundle clutched tightly in the child’s arms, a greedy desire swelled within Zhang’s chest.
Crossing the grasslands and still holding on so tightly—could this bundle contain something precious?
The boy seemed too young to be a mere courier. Was he guarding Rainbow Army funds? If it held gold bars, Zhang would be rich.
The thought inflamed Zhang’s greed uncontrollably.
“Damn it.”
“What are you waiting for?”
“Grab whatever that little thing’s holding.”
With a fierce kick from Zhang, his lackeys swarmed the child, knocking him down and forcibly taking the bulging bundle.
When Zhang eagerly opened it, what he saw stunned him into disbelief and then burning rage.
No gold bars.
Inside the bundle was a cow’s knee bone, riddled with teeth marks.
It turned out the gaunt boy had been gnawing on this bone in extreme hunger.
In that instant, Zhang’s fury surged uncontrollably.
A feeling of being mocked washed over him.
These Red Bandits.
Why?
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