Chapter 2: Cross Currents (Part 2)

"Fire. Fulfill them." Zhang Songling shouted. Strode to Lao Zheng's side. Towards the light machine gun. Towards the White Russian soldiers who were making trouble, it was a shuttle.

"Da da da ......" bullets dragged a brilliant trajectory over the heads of several troublemakers. Shake the snow off the eaves. The White Russian soldiers didn't expect Zhang Songling to come up and be ruthless without asking. was so frightened that he lay on the ground with a "hula". The tip of the nose is stuck in the snow and I don't dare to look up.

"Just a little guts. Dare to take the lead and shout." Zhang Songling counted a sentence disdainfully. Turn your face. shouted orders at the guerrilla fighters at the door." Come people. Let me in and get their guns off. Who dares to resist. Single-game parry."

"Don't come here. I ...... "Of course the beard refuses to be caught. Pull your frozen red nose out of the snow a little. Shout loudly.

"Da da da......" Zhang Songling responded directly with a bullet. Draw a straight horizontal line on the snow against the man's scalp." This is a warning. Look up again. I promise you won't see the sun tomorrow."

"Little Leon is in our hands." The beard buries its head in the snow like an ostrich. The urn sounded and threatened.

"Don't shoot. Little Leon is in our hands. Little Leon is in our hands. If we shoot again, we'll kill first. Kill him." In a log house in the deepest part of the camp. A few people shouted at the top of their voices. The glottis is not small. But his voice was visibly trembling.

"Da da da......." Zhang Songling swept over again. Beat the upper right corner of the log house close to the eaves and smoke will rise." Then you can give it a try. Who dares to touch a crooked little Leon a hair. I'll dismantle him in eight pieces! Let's see who will regret it."

Talking. He threw the light machine gun back to Lao Zheng. Strode towards the camp. While walking. While shouting with concern, "Leon. Leon. Is there anything wrong with you now? Answer me quickly if you have nothing to do. If you're already dead. I'll kill all these guys and bury them for you."

"Hmm—" a groan came from the darkness. Immediately after. It's as if something has been torn apart. Little Leon's slightly hoarse voice finally came from the cabin. I. I'm okay right now. They. They didn't dare to do anything to me. Fatso. Be careful yourself. Yura....., woo.. Hmm."

It's obvious. The people in the wooden house took something and gagged little Leon again. Then he shouted a warning to Zhang Songling." Hold it. You. You are not allowed to come in. No. You are not allowed to go any further. Again. Further on. I'll take it. That shot hits. Shoot you."

"There's a kind of you just shoot. Again, the same sentence. Let's see who will regret it in the end." Zhang Songling continued to stride forward. Don't take the other party's threats seriously at all.

"Phew." Someone poked out half of his head from the doorway. A random shot was fired outside. But try to raise the muzzle of the gun as high as possible. So as not to really hurt Zhang Songling by mistake. Bloody revenge from the guerrillas. They led the mutiny tonight. The picture is pulling away the team and flying solo. It's not about fighting the guerrillas. And in case the new captain of the guerrillas is killed. I'm afraid that not a single person in the entire international camp walked down the Qilin Ridge alive.

"Look for death." The leader of the first squadron, Lao Zheng, picked up the light machine gun. Pull the trigger at the door of the wooden house. The people inside are so pressed that they don't dare to show their heads. After Zhang Songling's sudden toss. He finally saw it, too. The few Russian military officers who took the lead in making trouble were purely bullying the weak and fearing the hard. When I faced myself just now, I shot again. It's a search for death and life again. Ran into a more ruthless and harder Zhang Songling. Immediately they all turned into shrunken turtles.

Now that the other party has exposed the essence of the excellent force. The guerrillas blocking the door were not as nervous as they had just been. One by one, they got up from hiding with rifles in hand. Under the leadership of Lao Zheng, he quickly rushed to Zhang Songling's side. Grow your voice for your own captain.

"Just two or three are enough. Don't come in so many people. so as not to frighten them." Zhang Songling waved his hand. Motioned for everyone to rush up. Just in case one of the troublesome White Russian officers suddenly had a nervous breakdown. Threatens the safety of Little Leon.

The fighters were stunned. Reluctantly stopped. Then they put their rifles on their shoulders. Always ready to beat anyone who dares to fire at their own captain into a hornet's nest.

Zhang Songling saw this. Had to stop again. Smiled. Reiterate in a whisper." Lao Zheng and Xiao Zou are enough to protect me. Others. Listen to my commands. Put the gun away. Turn back. Qibu. Let's go..."

"Yes." The warriors reluctantly agreed. Hold the rifle on your shoulder in front of your chest. Turned around and walked out the door. Take advantage of this effort. Zhang Songling lowered his head. Whispered to the leader of the first squadron, Elder Zheng, "What was the situation just now. How Leon was caught by them. Are there any casualties among our people? You've figured out who the troublemakers are."

"There are people in the international camp who want to go down the mountain with weapons and go back to their old jobs. Little Leon heard the wind. Run to stop them. but they took him hostage. When gunshots rang out. Our patrol just passed through here. I tried to go in and rescue him. As a result, he was also wounded by three. But the wounds are all on the arms. Not fatal. I rushed over and was in a hurry to get the situation under control. He first commanded the patrol to block the camp gate. The picker should be hiding in that log house. Exactly who it is is not yet determined. But this beard at your feet. It's just a puppet that has been pushed out." The leader of the first squadron, Zheng, leaned forward. It is to help Zhang Songling grasp the situation. I don't even want to. All the questions were answered very clearly

"No one takes the lead. It's because we don't want to be guerrillas anymore. Only three oceans of military pay are paid every month. I don't eat meat every day. Keep it up. We're all going to starve to death like Redbeard." Not far from the feet of the two of them. The bearded man lying in the snow yells loudly.

"Everyone doesn't want to do it anymore. No one took the lead. No one took the lead." The rest of the White Russian soldiers lying on the ground have also been living in China for many years. Listen to Lao Zheng's words clearly. They all opened their throats. Follow the beard to cover up the person who is leading the trouble.

"Shut up." Zhang Songling flew up. Kick the beard half a foot out. Then he briskly chased after him. Grabbed the other person by the collar and pulled him up from the snow. First opened the bow left and right and rewarded two big slaps. Then he asked loudly: "Three oceans are not too little, aren't you? You don't look at your virtue. I'm sorry for that salary. On the Marksmanship. On riding. Which of my brothers is not better than your guys? They only get a penny and a half a month for their military salary. Why do you take three pieces of seed? They only get a bowl of broth to drink every two days. Why do you bastards eat enough meat every day? Lao Tzu is it, you still owe you. I have to treat you all as uncles."

"Ahh Ahh But he didn't have the courage to fight back. A few days ago, Zhang Songling led the guerrillas from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain. But he saw it with his own eyes. If it really tears up. He really didn't know if he would be able to end up with a corpse.

"And you." Zhang Songling has never been in the habit of beating dogs to death. Seeing that the beard light is beaten and does not resist. and left the man behind. Turned his attention to the other White Russian soldiers lying on their stomachs beside him." You waste snacks. Now I hate the low treatment given by the guerrillas. When cornered. Why don't you think the guerrillas are underpaid?"

'If we had dared to dislike the low pay given by the guerrillas. You will definitely be killed as a diehard.' The few White Russian soldiers lying on the ground did not dare to fight back. But I secretly muttered in my heart. When I joined the guerrillas. Only some of them were as willing as little Leon. I want to change my way of living. No longer wandering on the grasslands and continuing to be a horse thief. Another part of the people. The number is about half of the international camp. It was the fear that the guerrilla resettlement policy would be fraudulent. In case they refuse to agree to work for the dirt eight roads. will be tied up in the execution ground immediately and eat the gun seeds.

However, it was found that the accomplices who were unwilling to continue carrying guns. As long as you don't have much blood debt. will be released as promised. These guys who were forced by the situation to become fighters of the international battalion. There were quietly waves in my heart. But under the prestige of the redbeard. They don't have the courage to change their minds. After the death of Redbeard. The undercurrent that had been suppressed immediately flowed out of the ground.

Zhang Songling can more or less guess where the problem is. Seeing that the White Russian soldiers did not dare to pick up their stubble. Then he raised his voice a few degrees. so that everyone in the international camp can hear clearly." Pat yourself on the chest and think about it. Where the hell are the guerrillas sorry for you. The salaries of the soldiers were three times that of the other soldiers. He also ate better than the wounded of other squadrons. When there is a war. And never let you go alone. I never let you rush to the forefront. What else do you have to dislike? Do you have to force me to use you as cannon fodder? When you fight, let you charge up with the machine guns of the little devils. You're not going to have a good time."

"We. . We ....... "bearded man is poor in words. Holding a swollen face. I couldn't answer for a long time. What Zhang Songling said was not wrong at all. The treatment that the partisans gave them. It is indeed higher than his own lineage. They mutinied at the juncture where Redbeard had just died. It's true that some people are sorry. Somewhat ashamed of conscience. But the guerrillas had just been beaten by the Japanese at the end of last summer. The Chinese lost the backbone of the red beard before the Spring Festival. In case I call the door again one day. Will they still have a way to live?

"Can't answer it, do you... I feel ashamed in my heart, don't you?" Zhang Songling stood up. Look around. Inside the premises of the international battalion. This moment. There are no lights in any of the rooms. But he could faintly see figures shaking in all the windows." I'll tell you the truth. You waste you want to stay. Lao Tzu is not rare. Lao Zheng. Took their weapons. Drive them down the mountain. Since then. Their life and death. It has nothing to do with our guerrillas."