Chapter 2: Cross-flow (Sixth)

"He still dares to come, I just rammed him with a machine gun."

"Wake up all the brothers, pick up the guys, destroy his independent camp, and swallow the elephant with greed. I will let him taste the end of the game now."

"Kill him, kill him to sacrifice spirits to Master Hong. Although our guerrillas are not as strong as before, we cannot bully him, a horse thief leader."

As soon as he finished speaking, the roar in the command center immediately turned into a roar. Although Uncle Scar did not say it clearly, everyone firmly believed that Hongbei's condition suddenly deteriorated rapidly, which was related to the last time he forced himself to deal with Zhou Heikang and others. If the latter had not been blinded by eating too much lard, he actually had the idea of ​​a guerrilla team. Hongbei's physical strength could not be overdrawn. Of course, he would not have been able to hold on until he bought a century-old ginseng and suddenly left.

"Everyone is quiet, quiet, listen to what the captain says." In the midst of the harsh noise, Zhao Tianlong's voice seemed particularly clear. "Since Mr. Hong handed over this family to Captain Zhang, he naturally believed in the fat man's vision of looking at the problem. We all should not be confused first. The more chaotic, the more the outsiders get the cheaper they get."

Hearing this, the cadres who were rubbing their hands suddenly realized that their previous actions were a little inappropriate. They closed their mouths, turned their eyes to Zhang Songling, and waited for the latter to make a final decision.

In the eyes of everyone's expectation or doubt, Zhang Songling's brain was running at high speed. To be honest, he was not without hatred for Zhou Heichang in his heart. However, it was definitely not the time to turn against the independent camp. That would only make the relatives feel sad and the enemy happy. Moreover, the night before his death, Red Beard repeatedly emphasized that Zhou Heichang was not a bad person in essence, but in many cases he could not help himself.

Thinking of this, he shook his head calmly and whispered: "Last time, the Red Team would rather exhaust itself than maintain the alliance between the guerrillas and the independent battalion. We cannot let his efforts be wasted. Let's go out and pick him up the mountain first. After hearing what he wants, we will decide whether to be enemies or friends with him."

"He came at this time, of course, the night owl came into the house."

"Hong Ye has passed away for more than a month, and he hasn't seen him send a telegram to pay his respects. He suddenly came up the mountain in the middle of the night. How could he be kind to him?"

Everyone was dissatisfied and looked at Zhang Songling's eyes and shouted loudly.

"Then you have to figure out the situation first." Zhang Songling glanced at a few cadres who shouted the most and emphasized loudly, "He came from afar as a guest. Our guerrillas did not even ask about the purpose of the guests. They just took action. It was not in line with the rules on the grassland. If they spread it, it would only make the outside world laugh at our guerrillas for not being brave."

Several cadres with different opinions turned red when he said it, and they closed their mouths embarrassedly. Zhang Songling thought for a while, slowed down his tone a little, and asked the soldiers who came to report the message again, "Xiao Li, Zhou Heikang brought a few people up the mountain. Are we at the mobile whistle at the foot of the mountain? Have you sent an alarm in advance?"

"No, no." The soldiers who came to report the message had the opportunity to tell the situation in full, shook their heads, and added loudly, "There were no alarms from several mobile whistles. Zhou and Zhou Heitan brought a squad of guards next to him, and they also held up about twenty prisoners, and the bright whistle we left at the foot of the mountain accompanied him up the mountain."

"I only brought one guard in the squad, you can see clearly," Lao Zheng, who had previously determined that Zhou Heichang had a bad intention, was stunned, and blurted out the questions.

What exactly Zhou Heitan wants to do, where did those prisoners come from, what does he mean? If he really comes to take advantage of the situation, if both sides turn against each other, it will be difficult for him to protect him from retreating with just one squad of guards. But if there are still large troops behind him, it is logical that the guerrilla mobile whistle will not even have the chance to send an alarm.

"I, I." The soldier who came to report the news had been enlisted for less than three months. His experience and experience were not rich enough, and his courage had not been fully refined. He was snatched up by several cadres at the same time. He was immediately confused and his mouth was wet, and he couldn't answer a complete sentence for a while.

"Okay, don't make things difficult for Xiao Li," Zhang Songling waved his hand and interrupted in a low voice. "It's only been a few months since he joined the army. It's not easy to be able to do this now. Lao Zheng, go down and arrange people to make secret responses. Lao Feng, take people to take more torches and light up the camp. Captain Zhao, Lao Zhu and others, go to the gate with me to welcome our guerrillas' guests."

"Well, yes." Everyone was still confused, but at the critical moment, they chose to maintain the authority of the captain. While agreeing, they followed Zhang Songling out of the door.

After a while, the torches were lit by Lao Feng and the kitchen squad. Two long rows extended from the command center to the gate, and under the reflection of the snow on the ground, the entire camp was illuminated as daytime.

Zhang Songling, with Zhao Tianlong and other major guerrilla cadres, strode out of the camp gate under the flames, saw Zhou Heichang from afar, and immediately greeted the other party enthusiastically, "Heizi, you are here. If there is no news about you, after the freezing, I will take the team to the lower reaches of the Xilamulun River to find you."

"Shame, ashamed." Zhou Heicang quickly took a few steps and stepped forward to hold Zhang Songling's hand. "You guerrillas have encountered such a big thing, but I suddenly disappeared without a trace as my brother. It's really shameful to say that, but I definitely didn't deliberately disappear. You can tell the specific reason."

As he spoke, he quickly turned around and shouted to his personal guards, "Please the sacrifice for me. I will personally dismantle them in front of the Hongye's grave tonight, and use their black hearts to sacrifice to the Hongye's spirit in heaven."

"Yes." The guards agreed loudly, pulling forward and pushing backwards, and harboring a large string of prisoners tied together with ropes to the front. The total number was around twenty, and their hands were tied tightly behind their backs. The snot and tears were frozen into ice tumors and could not be wiped. It was so embarrassing to hang on the dirty beard.

"Master Eighth Master, please spare me." Before Zhang Songling could ask about the identity of the prisoner, the latter had already knelt at his feet one after another and robbed the ground with his head. "Master Eighth Master, please spare me, we are all wronged, wronged, we have not been with the Japanese Grand Lord, and have not been with the Japanese devils for a long time. We, we have no grudges with you in the future and no grudges in the near future."

"Lie." Zhou Heicang flew up and kicked the prisoner who was tied to the front of the team and shouted the most. "In front of the real Buddha, he dared to lie! Let me see clearly. Last summer, he took less than one company brother to force you and the Japanese to fight for a day and a night, and have no grudges with him? I have no grudges with him and I will brave the heavy wind and snow to find you all over the world. Let's tell you the truth. The reason why I stared at you was to give this breath to the brothers of the guerrillas."

"Give me your life, spare me your life." When several prisoners heard this, they kowtowed like pounding garlic. "We, we had no choice at that time. We were forced to charge by the Japanese with machine guns. We said we were helping the Japanese, but in fact we didn't help with anything. The Japanese Taijun and the Japanese devils kept scolding us for pulling their backs."

"Questions, purely quibbling. You really don't want to be dogs for the Japanese. Why didn't you revolt in front of the formation? You bastards, don't pretend to be pitiful anymore. Today, you are full of evil." Zhou Heitan kicked the prisoners a few more times, kicking the prisoners in the back, kicking these people to the corners of their mouths. While kicking, he secretly glanced at Zhang Songling's face with his eyes, for fear that the words would not be explained clearly, which made the latter misunderstand his purpose.

Although Zhang Songling lacked some experience in the martial arts world, his reaction was not slower than that of the old people in other guerrillas. Before Zhou Heichang finished his words, he understood the whole story. The reason why Zhou Heichang disappeared after breaking up with Red Beard was that he felt guilty and tried to make up for the achievements. The twenty or so unlucky guys in front of him were undoubtedly the remnants of the pseudo-Xing'an garrison brigade. The little lama didn't want to use his flesh and blood to block the tanks of the Soviet Red Army. They drove a small distance on the way to Nomenhan, but they fell into the hands of the independent battalion and were captured alive by Zhou Heichang.

But where did Zhou Heichang find them, and how could he find them so accurately? All the unknown details are a bit strange when carefully pondered. You must know that the place where the little lama and others finally disappeared was nearly a thousand miles away from Heishi Village, braved the heavy wind and snow, and defeated the remnants of the puppet security brigade in one fell swoop, escorting the prisoners to escape, and the road was unobstructed, without attracting the attention of the Japanese devils and other traitor teams. This is not a skill that ordinary people can have.

Just as he was confused, he saw Zhou Heitan stop torture the prisoners and added loudly: "I specially gave these pairs of black-hearted people just to express some respect to Hong Ye, but we all knew in our hearts that the enemies of the guerrillas and Hong Ye were not them. These smelly fish and shrimps are not qualified to be Hong Ye's enemies. The real enemy is Kawada Kōsho and Otaku. The first one hid behind the city wall of the Black Stone Village. Our two families couldn't do anything to him for a while, but the latter one, I have found out about this person's whereabouts. After the worship of Hong Ye, we can take the brothers of the independent camp to chase him and fight to the death with him!"
Chapter completed!