Chapter 1: Cross Currents (Mikami)

The reason why Zhang Songling had wasted so much energy on his beard before. It's just to force out the main owner of this trouble. It's just that he never expected it before. The other party is actually quite well prepared. Not only did they kidnap little Leon. Also strapped to the leader and several close friends with grenades.

At the helm of an entire guerrilla brigade. Of course, Zhang Songling couldn't watch Leon being dragged by the troublemakers to accompany the funeral. But at this juncture. It is also impossible to make too many concessions in public. So much so that it harmed the interests of the partisans as a whole . Stared into the eyes of the deputy of the Yura camp for a moment. forced the other party to look away first. Then suddenly shrugged his shoulders. Laughing and saying, "Interesting. It's interesting. You are threatening me with your own lives. I'm going to turn around and walk now. Play slowly on yourselves. When you are tired of playing and go out to say hello. I'll arrange for someone to give you dry food for the road."

Say it. I didn't look at the look of astonishment that burst out of the other party's face. Turn around. Secretly gave Lao Zheng a look. Strode towards the outside of the camp.

The deputy elder of the first squadron, Zheng, was stunned at first. Immediately quickly understood Zhang Songling's hint. Bend over. With his right hand, he picked up the light machine gun and carried it over his shoulder. Waving his other arm, he beckoned to the windows of the black holes around him." Let's go. Let's go. I still want to follow the guerrillas. Follow me up to the top of the mountain tonight. This camp. Let's lend it to the deputy of the Yura battalion first. No. Lent it to Jura."

"Hulala." A White Russian soldier who was hiding behind a window and watching the situation. At least half of them ran out. Follow behind Lao Zheng. Quickly move away from the land of right and wrong. Sitting on the ground and pretending to sob, the bearded man and the others also felt that tonight's development was very different from what they had imagined. They looked at each other. Get up slowly. Sneak out behind the crowd.

"Stop." I didn't expect Zhang Songling to accept his trick at all. A retreat solves the whole problem. Yula Battalion Deputy Da Kwan. Pull your hand on the fuse string around your waist. Hoarse and threatening." Not allowed to go. No one is allowed to go. Go again. I'll just . I'll just pull the strings."

"Pull. We dragged Battalion Commander Leon to hell together." Several of his friends were also pale in the face. Incoherently helped.

The soldiers who were walking out of the camp and the troublemakers who were hesitating out of the hut all stopped. Qi Qi looked at Zhang Songling. Many of them didn't want to stop the plot of the deputy Yura before. But little Leon was restrained by others for the first time. It's inevitable that everyone is a bit of a mouse-thrower. After all, the latter was the only son of Ivanov the Whitebeard . You can't push it into the Jedi with your own hands.

In the eyes of the multitudes full of supplication. Zhang Songling turned around slowly. Shake your head slightly." You don't dare. I bet you wouldn't dare pull the strings. If you're not afraid of death. I won't pick it when Hong Ye has just passed over for more than a month. Took the lead in mutiny."

The last sentence he said was very slow. to the end. It's almost word for word. The surrounding White Russian soldiers heard . face more or less. There are a bit of unnatural expressions that emerge. Back then they were in civil strife because of themselves. The guerrillas and the independent battalion took the opportunity to join forces and kill the army. Waiting for everyone is almost a dead end. It was Redbeard who generously forgave them. Took them in. They were given horses and weapons back. Let them fight under the same banner as the guerrillas. It's Redbeard. They were provided with a separate camp and number. So that they can put their love for the old boss Ivanov . Transfer to Leon. It's Redbeard. They were offered a higher salary than the partisans themselves. And never tried to use them as cannon fodder.

And what did they use to repay Redbeard's kindness? Take advantage of the opportunity of the other party's burial. He hurriedly tried to leave with his weapons and horses. Nor do you do that. Will it make the already struggling Blackstone guerrillas even worse? Even some people. He even tried in vain to follow the deputy of the Yura battalion. Take over the entire partisan detachment. Use Redbeard to exhaust the family wealth that has been accumulated by hard work. Recreate the former glory of the White Russian horse thief.

Is this a human thing? Even if everyone is a horse thief. At the very least, you have to be able to distinguish between good and bad. Don't be a bunch of beasts without any reason. If the soul of the red-bearded man really can't rest assured. Words that still wander on the prairie. In the middle of the night. How could he not have walked into a dream. Question what everyone did today. To that is. Everyone who dares to look up into his old man's eyes. Who would dare to answer any question from his old man .!

Nope. Even Yura herself, who took the lead in making trouble. Hear the word Hongye. My heart is also a burst of weakness. Despite the previous . He used to talk about Redbeard's recent death. to accuse Zhang Songling of being ruthless and unjust.

However, if you want to do great things, you can't think of yourself as a normal person. Thinking of the many benefits of a successful trouble... Yura turned her heart aside. Put on a righteous and awe-inspiring appearance. Hoarsely quibbled, "I. . . I. There was no mutiny. You. You talk nonsense. I. I'm just trying to find a way for you guys to live. If. If you refuse to give. I. We had to pull you. Drag you and Leon to die together."

"I'm twenty meters away from you right now. has exceeded the range of a wooden-handled grenade." Zhang Songling pursed his lips again. You're not welcome to break.

The surrounding White Russian soldiers heard it. All instinctively moved their bodies away from Yura and the others. They couldn't bear to watch Leon being blown up by the troublemakers. But let them be buried with them. That's too hard.

See this scene. The deputy of the Yura battalion became more and more angry. Pull out a grenade from your waist. Hold it high above your head." Stand still. Hide again. I'm going to throw it right over your heads. Why are you so spineless? He doesn't care if you live or die. You will still follow him."

"I was going to blow everyone up. It's not me." Zhang Songling quickly grabbed the other party's words. Said in surprise.

"I. I ......" Yura was asked a good question. Half a step back. Hold your butt tightly against the wooden house. stammering and quibbling." I. I didn't say I was really going to blow up. I was just. Just trying to wake these up. These people. Let them. Let them stop following you down the road to desperation."

"Wake up. . . That sounds so new. Is that how you wake people up? If the other party doesn't wake up, he will simply take someone's life?."

"That. That's better than them continuing to follow you." Yura raised the grenade and shook it back and forth. Keep messing around." Think about it. Think about it. When we first joined the guerrillas. How many people are there. It's only been a little over a year. Just how many were killed in battle. Redbeard, his old man, is kind to everyone. We repay him with more than forty lives. It's enough too. Why. Why stay in the guerrillas. Wait until the last one is left to die in battle."

This sentence. Finally spoke to the depths of the hearts of the White Russian soldiers. Redbeard is really good for guys. But it's been more than a year. The international battalion's battle loss rate is also a bit greater. At the beginning, it was close to 100 people. Now only half of it is left. The other half. Either they die on the battlefield. Either after being captured by the Japanese . Nowhere to be found.

"Redbeard has been kind to us. But Zhang Fatzi didn't." Seeing the footsteps of the crowd, they turned their heads to themselves. The deputy of the Yula battalion was overjoyed. Hurry up and continue to open your mouth and spit venom around." Now the man who was kind to us has passed away. We don't owe Zhang Fatty. Why stay for him? Moreover. None of us are Chinese. There is not even any hope of victory in sight. And stupidly went to death with the guerrillas. What the hell are we trying to do?"

Oh, yes. Even Hong Ye himself is tired to death. Guys stay. What more hope can be seen.. The White Russian soldiers who had already wanted to follow Lao Zheng to the top of the mountain. All of them stopped where they were. Inside the eyes. It is also full of confusion again. They are not Chinese . I don't want to dedicate myself to what I believe. This war between China and Japan. It's really like that's what Yura said. It had nothing to do with them. Since there is no relationship with anyone. Why should they be on the side that seems bound to lose? fled from their own country. Struggling to survive until now. Guys are really going to be boring. Do you have to find your own death?

"Bang bang. Bang bang. Smack!". Someone started applauding Yura loudly. The White Russian soldiers turned their heads. But to the astonishment of the discovery. It was Zhang Songling himself who applauded.

"Good. You can say that again. That's a great point." Zhang Songling's gaze slowly swept over everyone's confused faces. Neither contains disappointment. There was not the slightest bit of anger." It's true that none of you are Chinese. This war doesn't seem to have anything to do with you. But. I would like to ask. Who the hell invited you to China? You stay in the guerrillas and see no hope of victory. But. I'd like to ask one more question. You follow the deputy of the Yura battalion. You're sure you'll find a way to survive."

There was silence in the answer. Why did they go to China. It's because they don't have any space to live in their home country. Staying in the partisans saw no hope of victory. Follow Yura to continue to be a horse thief. Just a little bit of people. There are no supplies and no backers. Waiting for everyone is not a dead end.!

"That's better than following you."

"Yes. The surname is Zhang. We don't look favorably on you." Yura and the others are afraid of the situation where they finally moved back. was easily moved over by Zhang Songling. Jumping feet. Loud heckling.

Zhang Songling glanced at them disdainfully. Then see the voice raised a few points. He said to everyone, "You're all adults. I won't talk about the big truth. Let's talk about the war in front of us. It doesn't matter who wins or loses in the war at hand. Winnable side. Will definitely try to settle the grasslands. Until then. How do you choose? Even if you want to lay down your arms. Know what you are doing today. The winning side. Will I give you another chance to be a new person?"

"We. . Let's go to Outer Mongolia. Go to Russia."

"That was a long time later. We can't manage it now." Yura and the others were anxious. But he couldn't find a strong argument to refute Zhang Songling. I had to continue to use the method of coaxing to mess around.

Zhang Songling was not angry. Smiled. continued: "Is there still a need for Outer Mongolia to exist in the future. I'm afraid no one can guarantee it. Even if it exists. Why do people treat you horse thieves as their own? As for the USSR . I won't say anything hurtful. If I really want to accept you. Why wait until now, guys."

The White Russian soldiers bowed their heads. I feel so sad. It's the so-called wrong step. Wrong step. From the moment they or their fathers chose to confront the Red Army. They have completely become a group of lonely ghosts without a homeland. On the prairie. It's a bunch of horse thieves who everyone hates. Sooner or later, they will die. And back to the current USSR . That's even more worrying that I'm not dying fast enough. According to the grapevine from over there. Even many combat heroes of the Soviet Red Army. They were all pulled out and rebellious. They're stained all over their bodies. How can it be possible to end up with a life of peace..

"In fact. You don't have a homeland for a long time. A lot of you. Originally born in China. Half Chinese blood on his body." While the White Russian soldiers are sad. Zhang Songling continued to advise patiently. The voice is slightly immature. But it can touch the only bit of softness in everyone's hearts." You can think that this war has nothing to do with you. You can also go to work as a lackey for the Japanese Kwantung Army. But the Japanese devils won't treat you as their own. They're in a state of triumph. There is no shortage of your strength. Even if they get lucky enough to win. You're still a bunch of vagabonds. You can be kicked out at any time. There is no guilt in the hearts of others."

There was a pause. He tries to give people time to think. Then go ahead and add to it." If you fight side by side with the guerrillas. It's a completely different story. We have a saying in China. Icing on the cake. It's better to send charcoal in the snow. The guerrillas don't see even any hope of victory. But we can work together to make a difference. We Chinese are a people who know how to be grateful. You're fighting alongside us today. We're going to treat you like our own brother. own compatriots. Later we won. You and your children. You can celebrate with us. A cheer. It's not a place to make a home here. Said daughter-in-law. Build a house. Multiply. Think of yourselves as Chinese. Make this your own home."

Make yourself Chinese. Treat China as your home. Fight for her. Then cheer for the victory. Is that really possible? The White Russian soldiers never dared to think of it like this. Even some time ago fought under the same banner with the partisans . Nor have they been able to see themselves as part of the guerrillas. Take the Lamagou Qilin Ridge as his new home. They are a group of people who have no homeland. It's also a bunch of soulless people. There is no one to come. They are worthy of being born a fighting people. Now he lives like a wild dog whose spine has been broken. Live timidly and humblely.

And what Zhang Songling just said. It undoubtedly gave them another way of living. Treat China as your homeland. Treat the grassland as your home. Defend her. Fight for her.

She will accept you as if you were her own child. Treat you like an out-and-out Chinese . Because of your blood. Once in her toughest moments. Stream for her.