Chapter 2: Cross Currents (5 I)

Both in the hearts of the guerrilla fighters . Or in the hearts of the White Russian soldiers . Redbeard's status is not to be neglected. Hearing Zhao Tianlong say that he wanted Zhang Songling to put down all the affairs at hand and take him to worship the red master first. Immediately and automatically get out of the way. I saw the two brothers pulling their horses. Walk slowly up the mountain road.

In the blink of an eye, we came to the cemetery behind the camp. Zhao Tianlong's admirers got the news in advance. Torches were lit in front of Redbeard's grave. In the light of the jumping fire. The snow-covered cemetery looks very solemn. Zhao Tianlong threw off his leather jacket. First, he took a piece of white cloth from Xiao Batu's hand and tied it around his waist. Then he snatched the wine jar from Lao Feng, who rushed over after hearing the news. Poured a large bowl full of sea. Raise your hands to the center of your eyebrows. He bowed down to Redbeard's target. Said loudly: "Master Hong. I wasn't home when you left. Didn't catch up to see off your old man. This bowl of wine. Zhao Tianlong has filled it up for you."

Say it. Raise the bowl above your head. Sprinkle vigorously in all directions. In the cold night breeze. Immediately filled with a rich aroma of wine. The eyes of the surrounding cadres and soldiers were all red. Looking at the grave covered in snow. Tears welled up.

There was silence. Zhao Tianlong poured wine into the bowl again. Raise between your eyebrows. Continue to say loudly: "You old man has been a hero all his life. I guess I don't like to watch other people cry and cry. This second bowl of wine. We're half a man. Drink it out. Listen to me talk to you slowly."

Say it. Half of the wine was spilled in the air. The other half bowl is drunk in one go.

Sixty or seventy degrees of old white dry suffocated half a catty in one breath. Even if it's a cloud dragon. His face quickly turned red. Wiped the tears from his face. He lifted up a third bowl of wine. It's like Redbeard is sitting across from him. Said seriously: "You are old. I won't persuade you more. I'll do this bowl myself. You're always casual."

Say it. It's another mouthful. There was not half a drop of wine left in the bowl.

Dancing in the light of the fire. Irumo Dragon's face was as red as blood. Two big eyes like brass bells are as bright as stars. I saw him grab the jar of wine. Pour all the remaining drinks into a bowl. He smiled and raised it to Redbeard. He said again: "The three bowls of wine are finished. Let me conclude with a statement to you. You sleep peacefully already. Our Lamagou guerrillas have a heart while you are alive. After you get old. There will be no misbreed jumping out. Contrary to your old will. You always handed over the flag to us, the younger generations. Those of us who are juniors are no longer angry. I will never dare to disgrace this flag. One day, those of us who are not angry also slept out. There are also Xiao Zheng, Batu and Xiao Xu. And their children. Child's ........"

Speaking of which, in the end. Not only did he have tears on his face. The surrounding cadres and soldiers were also crying silently. Everyone remembered Wang Huzi's sincerity to everyone. I also think of the old man's wish before he died. If the old man is still alive. I will certainly feel sad that the guerrillas are struggling with everything at the moment. They will not tolerate some cadres who perfunctorily procrastinate on the latter's orders because Zhang Songling's qualifications are worse than theirs. Even indulge his warriors in disobedience.

Everyone has selfish intentions. But in front of a few tall figures. Selfishness is like the snow in late spring. It's easy to be blinded by the sun. When the big guy supported Zhao Tianlong, who was already a little staggering, he returned to the camp. The atmosphere around has been very different from the previous days. Especially some cadres who have secretly created obstacles for Zhang Songling out of jealousy or other reasons. They are all extremely enthusiastic at the moment. Not only did he take the initiative to help solve the aftermath of the international camp. There is also a problem that has not been solved by the previous drag. Proactive remedial solutions. It's as if all of a sudden the mind becomes very clear. The hands and feet have also become extraordinarily neat.

These changes are subtle though. But Zhang Songling was still keenly aware of it. He felt a little bitter in his heart. But soon. It was decided to forget all the unpleasantness. Look as far further as you can. Redbeard's words to him that afternoon before he died. At the time, it sounded messy and verbose. Over time. But little by little, it shows a clear vein of specific directions. The old man has seen things that many people would never have seen in their lifetime. The old man puts himself in sight and predicts the things. were given to him without reservation. The old man left these to him. It's not that I hope he will always be invincible when dealing with the internal contradictions of the partisans. Rather, I hope he can keep the red flag flying above his head. Until it shines all over China.

I was recalling in my heart many of Redbeard's angry admonitions. The brigade command has arrived. Zhao Tianlong stretched out his hand and pushed the door open. I can't help but say that Zhang Songling will be pushed forward first. Then he took out a small notebook with body temperature from his arms. He said loudly, "The ten gold bars you gave me privately. I sold them all to the black market for cash. I was going to buy a century-old ginseng for the old man. Later, the traffic officer said that the red master was no longer needed. I asked some familiar faces on the rivers and lakes to buy a batch of anti-inflammatory powder, first aid kits and western medicine. The rest of the money and the specific expenses are written in the notebook. After each stroke, there are signatures of Xiao Zheng and me."

"Gold bars. Zhang Fatzi actually paid his own gold bars to subsidize the guerrillas." The cadres who followed behind heard this. I was stunned. Zhang Songling's family is relatively well-off. This. Everybody knows it. And some people have privately doubted Zhang Songling's loyalty to the ** cause because of this. And now. They only realized how narrow their previous thinking was. A person who is not loyal enough to the cause. Will you give everything to this cause? To know. This is a wealth that no one else can accumulate in a few lifetimes. But he quietly took it out and bought life-saving medicine for the guerrillas. I didn't even expect to get a thank you back.

"What are you doing with the ledger? It's not my money there. Those wives that your master left you. Nothing less than mine." Zhang Songling is unwilling to be greedy for others' work. Shake your head. Respond in a low voice.

"Since donated to the partisans . It's not my own. You captain. Of course, we need to check the accounts." Zhao Tianlong glared at him. Again, loudly emphasized." It's the rule. Can't because I donated money. is entitled to take the lead in not complying with it."

That's quite reasonable. The surrounding cadres and soldiers nodded in admiration. Zhang Songling was helpless. I had to take the ledger. A cursory flip through a few pages under the lamp. Really. Every incoming and outgoing account is recorded very clearly and neatly. And the signatures are both Zhao Tianlong and Zheng Xiaobao. Even the expenses for eating and staying in the hotel for two people are the same. Never slip through.

"A total of three carts of drugs were pulled. On the way back. In order to hide people's eyes and ears. We also bought some miscellaneous goods such as coarse cloth, candles, and iron nails made in Manchuria. Piled on top. Also paid to hire a few guys who are familiar with the checkpoints along the way. Now the goods have been delivered to the warehouse of the former camp. The guys also let the traffic officer Lao He take him down the mountain to rest." While Zhang Songling was looking through the account books. Zhao Tianlong continued to report loudly.

If you don't care about seniority. He may be the person with the best chance of competing with Zhang Songling for guerrilla captaincy. However, from the moment I met the latter. He took the initiative to put the latter in the position of captain. He is willing to be his right-hand man. A lot of cadres look at it. I'm more and more ashamed of the little bit of care I once had. At the same time, I am becoming more and more aware of it. Zhang Songling took over as the captain of the Blackstone guerrilla brigade. It has been completely impossible to change. Even if the higher authorities have different opinions on this arrangement of Redbeard. For the purpose of stabilizing the team. There will be no more easy "corrections".

Of course, Zhang Songling also knew a lot of things that Zhao Tianlong did tonight. It's all about trying to help you take control of the team. Grateful. Also try to be as good as possible about the role. Thought about it. Pointing to a number on the ledger, he whispered, "Why are coarse cloths and candles sold so expensive?" The guy's salary is only two dimes a day. Didn't Little Japan open a lot of factories in Changchun? Why are things sold so much more expensive than they can be?"

"It's still a wholesale price for dragging acquaintances. If it is retailed in the market. It's more than 20 percent more expensive." Zhao Tianlong was very surprised by Zhang Songling's sensitivity to price. Thought about it. Respond seriously." It is true that the little devil has opened many factories in Changchun. But something that comes out of it. It is said that most of them were shipped directly onto their home countries. Stay in the local area and sell very little. And strictly control the quantity and price of goods from the south. They are not allowed to compete with local goods. As for the wages given to the guys. I also asked a local businessman. According to the normal market give. The little devil's factory is notoriously low in the local area. Live weight. And the boss and the supervisor all take the guys who come into the factory to work as inappropriate people. It's a little unpleasant. Hold a red element and hand it over to the police station. And then. The people were escorted to the mine opened by the little devil. I won't let it out until I die."

"Lack of morality."" Damn."" Sooner or later, we'll have to settle this account with them." didn't wait for Zhao Tianlong to finish speaking. There was already an angry scolding all around. Everyone used to hate little devils too. But the object of hatred is limited to military personnel. For ordinary Japanese people. But there weren't too many negative impressions. After all, there was basically no contact between the two sides. Can't see each other's specific images. And now. But suddenly I found that I was rummaging through the Japanese nation. I'm afraid I won't be able to find a few good people.

"That's not a lack of virtue. There is nothing more immoral than that." Zhao Tianlong shook his head. His dark face was full of sympathy and compassion." On the side of the puppet Manchukuo. Meals should also be divided into three, six, nine, etc. Rice and white noodles can only be eaten by little devils. Ordinary Chinese even if they have money. You are not allowed to buy it. You are only allowed to buy cornmeal and acorn flour. The former one is fine. Barely able to fill up. The latter one. People often can't pull out after eating. When you go to the hut, you have to buckle it with your hands."