Chapter 2: Cross Currents (Part 2)

"Yes." The leader of the first squadron, Lao Zheng, put the light machine gun at his feet. Bend down to get your beard and wait for your weapons.

"It can't be like this. Fatso. You can't take the gun away. You put away the gun. How can we live?" It's weird to say. Obviously, as soon as you reach out, you can snatch the light machine gun and turn it away. The bearded man and the others turned a blind eye to the good opportunities that were in front of them. Opposite. One by one, they regarded Shui Lianzhu, who could only shoot a single shot, as a treasure. Tightly pressed under the belly. I won't let go of my life.

"Loosen up. If you don't let go, you're welcome." Squadron Leader Zheng is angry again. It's funny again. Lift your feet. Kick at the bearded ass." What does it matter to us whether you die or not... I'll take the gun with you. What if you continue to be horse thieves and plague the common people?"

"Woo. Not loose. Not loose. I won't let go of it." Bearded man lying in a nest in the snow. Snot and tears rubbed all over his face." Whining. I'm not going to be a horse thief. You can't drive me down the mountain. It's so cold. You drove us down the mountain. Available. But how can we live. Whining. Woohoo......"

His cry was loud. Drill through the gap between the windows and doors into a few log houses. The White Russian soldiers, who were hiding behind the windows and peeking out, heard it. Sad to bow your head. Reach out and cover your ears. No one can bear to listen to it anymore. Out of the lama ditch. A radius of more than 100 is wilderness. In this season are kicked out of the camp with empty hands. Even if you don't die in the belly of a wolf. It also has to be frozen alive into a pile of ice lumps.

"The gun must be left behind. Don't force me to be strong." Zhang Songling also seems to be moved by compassion. He glanced down at the bearded man and the others. Sigh softly." Remember the love that you once fought under the same banner as the others. I'll give each of you three oceans. Plus a packet of dry food. You can go to the back office and get it now. Then let's get together and disperse. Whether you continue to be horse thieves in the future. It's okay to be a lackey for the Japanese devils. Don't fall into the guerrillas' hands."

"Don't go. I'm not going. I'm not leaving." The beard loosens his grip on the rifle. The person refused to stand up to receive the severance pay that Zhang Songling promised. Shrinking the body. Keep crying and crying.

Several other White Russians who took the lead in making trouble were also the same beards. Hand over the firearm. but he refused to leave.

Zhang Songling didn't have time to deal with them anymore. He sighed softly again. Turn your head to the log house in the deepest part of the International Battalion garrison." The brother inside. Since you won't show up. I don't want to pull you out and find out who it is. Let Captain Leon go. Leave the weapon behind. You can take the people who want to go to the logistics office to get the ocean and dry food. We have a saying in China that a twisted melon is not sweet. You don't want to play for the guerrillas anymore. I will not force you. But keep one thing in mind. Don't go and harm the common people again. Don't be a lackey for the little devil either. Otherwise, we'll meet again next time. It's definitely going to be undying."

"Don't pay. You told us to hand over guns. We'll shoot it. On what basis. This shot is the guy we eat ourselves. Why will I give it to you?" Inside the log house. A gloomy voice sounded again. Sounds terrible. It looks like a shrew who has been beaten by her husband is howling on the street.

"The gun is after the guerrillas defeated you. Loot collected. Later, because you volunteered to stay and fight side by side with the guerrillas. I sent it back to you to use. Now that you have repented. Of course, the identity is a captive again. Excuse me in today's world. Where will there be a rule for the release of prisoners and the return of weapons.."

"Hmm." The people in the log house were dumbfounded. I couldn't speak for a long time. The White Russian soldiers, who were hiding in several other rooms and watching the excitement, also blushed. Sigh uncontrollably.

Oh, yes. The fat captain is right. Guns are trophies of people's guerrillas. Since the last time everyone ate a defeat. It's no longer their owner. Now everyone doesn't want to follow the guerrillas. Of course, to return the spoils of the guerrillas to the people . The world is big though. How can you shoot a captive? Let them turn around and go against the winners...

"What I just said. Everyone must have heard it. To the brethren of the entire international camp. are all the same conditions. Want to go. Leave the weapon behind. Go get severance pay and dry rations. Don't want to go. Just stay here. What conditions can the guerrillas offer to other members. In the future, we will treat everyone equally. I will not do you any wrong." Zhang Songling's words continued to enter the house through the cracks in the doors and windows. Drill into everyone's ears.

No one responded. There was silence all around. Even the bearded man who was lying on the ground playing with a dog stopped sobbing. One by one, they sat up with their eyes closed. Crestfallen. Finished. It's completely over. It's a fuss. Instead, they were treated the same as the other partisans. Meat is only eaten once every three days. It's full of soup. When everyone can't stand it anymore. See whose head it will sprinkle its anger on.

"Those who are willing to go go even if they hand over their guns and leave. Those who are willing to stay are willing to stay. Go. You decide for yer. Captain Zhang said. He doesn't force you." Listening to Zhang Songling's few words, the troublemakers were dumbfounded. The leader of the first squadron, Zheng Zheng, was relieved in his heart. Pile the confiscated weapons on the ground. Then stand beside Zhang Songling. Repeat out loud.

It was repeated several times in quick succession. It's still quiet in a few log houses. There was not the slightest response. Not only were the soldiers who did not participate in the disturbance calmed down by Zhang Songling's simple actions. Those who participate in the disturbance and simply follow the heckling on the side. All held their breath. No one will say anything.

Been a horse thief for so many years. In addition to fighting wars . They have almost no survival skills. Leaving the sphere of influence of the partisans. Basically, they have become a group of lonely ghosts. Even with weapons. Meet a slightly stronger horse thief. There is only the share of obediently being swallowed up. And take the initiative to defect to the Japanese. Although it also seems to be an option. But the Japanese are also notoriously cruel and narrow-minded. Right now they are facing off against the Red Army. Maybe one day to humiliate the opponent. Just drive everyone to the front line of the conflict. Charge with the tanks of the Red Army with flesh and blood.

Even if the little devils don't do that. Is it really safe to serve them? One day we met the guerrillas on the battlefield. Wouldn't it be regarded as a great enemy of life and death by Zhang Fatzi and others? Look at the posture and engage head-on. The guerrillas could not defeat the Japanese. However, cut off one of the opponent's arms and run. But the strength of the Blackstone guerrillas. It is also the favorite of the fat man in front of him. At that time. The White Russians standing under the Japanese flag are probably that arm. Chopped down by the guerrillas and chopped to pieces. Japanese people don't feel pain.

"Don't go. We're not leaving. Hong Ye has just been dead for more than a month. You drive us away. The surname is Zhang. What the hell are you trying to do?" Just when the White Russian soldiers were nervous in their hearts. In the innermost log house of the International Battalion station. Suddenly a skinny guy came out. Raise your voice and ask questions.

"That's right. That's right. We're not leaving. Hong Ye has said it a long time ago. Now that I joined the guerrillas . And he took them all as his own. You've only been in office for a few days. Why drive us away?" Several other troublemakers hiding in the shadows. Nor willingly agreed. As the "smart guys" in the team, they are keenly aware of the danger. Continue to let the atmosphere go down. I'm afraid that in the end, Zhang Songling promised that everyone could leave with their sidearms. Ken accompanied them down the mountain. I can't put together a squad either. Other. I was washed by a few words. Willingly stayed, living and dying with the guerrillas.

"Who should I be. It turned out to be the deputy of the Yura battalion." Zhang Songling's eyes quickly appeared two invisible cold lights. Straight stab the middle of the skinny guy's eyebrows.

The skinny guy named Yura subconsciously took half a step back. and forced himself to stand firm. I didn't hide in the log house again. He and Zhang Songling have fought side by side more than once. Every time. can see Zhang Songling, who looks chubby and harmless to humans and animals. With agility and spicy that are not commensurate with their age and body shape. Kill the enemy on their backs. So you don't have to face to face with the latter. He tried not to confront the latter as much as possible. lest the momentum be completely suppressed by the latter. A thousand clever ideas in the chest. None of them will be given a chance to be used.

"Commander Leon. Where is he. Why don't you get him out of here?" Zhang Songling took another big step forward. Drink in Yura's eyes.

The height of both sides is actually about the same. But it seems. He looked down. Yura, who took the lead in making trouble, was forced to have no way back. Had to look up. Loud threats." Don't put it. I just won't let it go. How do you dare to treat me.. Deal. Let's all die together. Anyway, I'm living a boring life for a long time. Earning an extra one is one."

After speaking. He made a fuss. Tear off all the buttons on your shirt. Revealing a row of wooden-handled grenades under a padded jacket." Balls. You're going to hit here. Anyway, it's a dead end for everyone to follow you sooner or later. It's better to simply order. Let's have a good time."

"We. . We also have grenades on us." Black hole in the room. and came out of five crooked melons and inferior dates one after another. All with open arms. The grenades tied to the body all pulled the strings out of the small half in advance.

Little Leon was walked at the back of the two men. Pushed out the door with a shoulder frame. Rope tied up and down. The mouth was also gagged with rags. A pair of eyes full of shame. See Zhang Songling. The guilt in his eyes was thick. Struggling a few times. Hit your head directly against the wooden pillar that served as the door frame.

"Leon."" Hold him." Zhang Songling and Yura spoke one after another. but for the same purpose. Neither of them wanted Leon dead. Everyone knows that this person is the key to solving tonight's problem!

Little Leon's body was firmly held by the troublesome soldiers. Unable to fulfill his wish to commit suicide. Zhang Songling and Yura looked at each other. Eyes collide in mid-air. It's like a real thing.

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