Chapter 2: Sharpening the Sword (Four-step)

"You owe me my debt, so I paid off my debt when I see the doctor and the person I designated. This is a matter between us, and it has nothing to do with Red Beard." Zhao Tianlong didn't believe that Lao Scar would suddenly change his sexual desire, frowned, and emphasized loudly.

"Yes, it's the matter between us, it's the matter between us, I know, I know." Lao Scar changed his previous half-dead appearance and nodded with a smile.

After dealing with each other for so many years, he knew Zhao Tianlong well. Although this son is known as a hero, he is also very cruel in treating those who offended him. No matter what the price he paid, Lao Scar did not dare to be sure that Zhao Tianlong would let him go home safely in the end. However, it was completely different when he fell into the hands of Red Beard. He was the most reasonable hero within a radius of 500 miles. As long as he could treat his subordinates seriously, he would never have to worry about his life.

Zhao Tianlong could not guess this little devil thought for a while. He frowned and looked at him up and down a few more times, snorted coldly, turned his head to continue driving the car, but Lao Scar suddenly felt excited, twisted his body on the bullet box a few times, and smiled at Zhang Songling's face, "Brother Zhang is also working for Red Beard now, then you really chose a wise master. Whoever mentions his name, Dada, dares not give a thumbs up?"

As a young student who has finished a full high school course, Zhang Songling was very disgusted with the word "Mingzhu". He moved his body to the distance and was too lazy to respond. Lao Scar didn't care about his face at all. He then turned his body closer a few inches and continued to make no words, "What does the red beard look like? Is it true that the old man with a blushing beard like the legendary one? Let me tell you, those with this beard are not ordinary people. In Peking Opera, it is called Zizha, either rich or loyal or unparalleled." (Note 1)

It was inconvenient to take a bath in a felt bag. Lao Scar had just had a desire, and his body was mixed with sweat, stinky smell, and another extremely strange smell, which made Zhang Songling dizzy. The latter quickly let out the entire bullet box, sat on the edge of the carriage, frowned and said, "He didn't have any beard, nor was it red. Those legends about his appearance were all spread rumors."

"Then why is his name Red Beard?" Lao Scar was stunned for a moment, and continued to dig into the bottom line with confusion on his face.

"I don't know either. You'd better ask him in person after you arrive at the Lamagou." Zhang Songling turned around and glared at him, responding unhappily.

After the words came to his voice, he felt a little curious. The beard on his face of the captain of the Lamagou guerrilla team, Wang Hong, was shaved cleanly. How could he have the title of Red Beard? Could it be that he had a fake beard when he met outsiders before, or there were other meanings hidden in the name of Red Beard.

"Isn't it simple?" Zhao Tianlong was impatient on the shaft of the car, looked back and explained loudly, "He is a Communist. The Communist army was called the Red Army back then, so when he concealed his identity, his name was naturally Red Beard."

"Oh." Zhang Songling thought that Zhao Tianlong's analysis was very reasonable. He smiled and nodded slightly. He had been reading for so many years. In terms of reactions to many problems, he was not as fast as Zhao Tianlong, a person who had never been to the serious school for a day. He really fooled his mind.

Lao Scar's reaction was a different situation. He first climbed a few steps towards Zhao Tianlong's position, then widened his eyes and asked: "You, what you said is really, Red, Red Beard is really a Communist (bandit), a Communist."

"What are you doing if I'm fine?" Zhao Tianlong gave him a blank look and laughed disdainfully, "I still claim to be well-informed, but I don't even know about this."

"Someone told me that I didn't believe it." Lao Scar hated others to look down on his professional level the most. He suddenly straightened his body and roared loudly, but soon, he stopped like a deflated ball, clasped the rope on the carriage with both hands, and said to himself, "How could it be true? How could it be true? Red beard, Red beard, how could it be the Communist Party? This time it was so miserable, it was miserable..."

As he was talking, he suddenly stood up, holding a saber in his hand that Zhang Songling had touched while he was not paying attention, and waved it up and down, "Let me get out of the car, let me get out of the car, otherwise I will die for you now."

"Be honest and stay for me." Zhao Tianlong waved his whip back and thrust hard on Lao Chuang's wrist, whipping the saber into the air, and then quickly rolled it with the tip of the whip. The saber in the air fell back into the carriage with a "clang" and was inserted between Lao Chuang's legs. "If you dare to do anything, I will chop off the leg in your middle first."

Lao Scar was so scared that his face looked like a slut. He screamed, and then rolled and crawled back to the bullet box. He looked back and saw that Zhao Tianlong had no intention of torture him. He cried with a thrust.

Zhao Tianlong and Zhang Songling were too lazy to pay attention to him, so they let this person cry in the night wind. After about a stick of incense, Lao Cai Lu finally got tired of crying himself. He raised his sleeves and wiped his nose a few times, and choked and emphasized: "Long, Master Long, we just agreed that I owe you money, so I want to work for you for a year to pay off your debt. You are a famous hero and you can't keep your word."

"When did you see me eating what I said again?" Zhao Tianlong turned his back to him, and his response was full of pride.

"I work for you, it has nothing to do with Red Beard and Communist guerrillas." After hearing Zhao Tianlong's answer of affirmation, Lao Scar's mood calmed a little, wiped his tears and continued to emphasize.

"You want to get in touch with the guerrillas, and they have to be able to like you." Zhao Tianlong turned around and glanced at him, scolding him with disdain.

"That's good, that's good." Lao Scar nodded diligently, not taking Zhao Tianlong's contempt at all. "If they want to kill me, you have to protect me. I am yours, and they can't kill me if they say it."

"Are you finished?" Zhao Tianlong was so annoyed that he raised his eyes and shouted loudly, "No grievances or revenge, why did they kill you? Could it be that you have been sorry for others before?"

"No, no." Lao Scar shook his head repeatedly, for fear of causing Zhao Tianlong's misunderstanding and losing his last support. "I have never dealt with them, nor have I ever dealt with any Communists."

"Then why do you think they will kill you?" Zhao Tianlong asked in a skeptical manner and stared at Lao Scar's eyes.

Lao Scar was stared at and felt weak, and then he shrank his body back to the bullet box as much as possible, and responded stammeringly, "I, I have treated Whitebeard before, and they told me that after the Communist Party of the Soviet Union sat in the world, everything, who had done a little bit of bad things, anyone like me, would either be arrested and served hard labor or shot."

"Thank you," Zhao Tianlong was so angry that his nose was crooked. He pointed at Lao Scar with a whip and cursed, "You believe that if Whitebeard is not doing anything bad, they would have to run to the prairie. Besides, the Soviet Union is the Soviet Union and China is China, and there is no way to fight together."

"Then, that's not necessarily the case." Lao Scar hid behind the bullet box and muttered in a low voice, "It's all the Communist Party, what's the difference?"

This question is really a bit difficult. Not only Zhao Tianlong couldn't answer it, Zhang Songling couldn't find a definite answer for a while, but confusion was only a moment ago. Soon, Zhao Tianlong's eyes lit up again, he smiled and responded loudly, "Of course it's different. White beards have big noses and gray eyes. Am I? Besides, what kind of person is Red Beard? Whoever mentions his name within a hundred miles does not give a thumbs up? Since ancient times, good people and good people gather together, bad people like bad people. With Red Beards, the Communist Party cannot be as bad as you said."

"That's right." Lao Scar blinked his eyes, feeling that Zhao Tianlong's words might not make sense, but he has often harmed the women who came to see a doctor. He is always afraid that the Lamagou guerrillas are really like the legendary Soviet Red Army, and they cannot tolerate others making any mistakes. He hesitated for a moment and asked in a low voice: "Then, can you speak in front of Red Beard?"

"Nonsense, if he didn't take me seriously, how could I work so hard for the guerrillas?" Zhao Tianlong smiled, and a little proud voice was faintly revealed in his answer.

The master once taught that a scholar would die for his confidant! Now in his eyes, Red Beard is his confidant, so his life was sold to the Lamagou guerrillas, even if he died a hundred times without regrets.

Hearing the pride in Zhao Tianlong's words, Lao Scar's heart was lowered a little while hanging tightly in his throat. After thinking about it, he continued to inquire: "Then what official do you are now in the Communist Party? What kind of rank and level are this brother Zhang?"

"I am the squadron leader of the Lamagou Guerrilla Cavalry Squadron, and he is the squadron leader of the Third Infantry Squadron." In order to reassure Lao Scar, Zhao Tianlong happily handed over the truth, "In the entire guerrilla team, including Red Beard, only two people were in charge of us."

"You have only joined the guerrillas for a few days." Lao Scar was stunned and screamed in a low voice.

"I've been joining for half a month. He just joined three days ago."

"No wonder, no wonder." Looking at Zhao Tianlong with a proud face, then looking at Zhang Songling. Lao Scar nodded constantly, and could take out two important positions with real power to the newcomer. Red Beard did a beautiful job, if he...

Thinking of this, his eyes suddenly lit up, and half of his head was stretched out from behind the bullet box, and he asked tentatively: "Then, then, if I also made a great contribution, he would also be granted an official position."

Note 1: Purple thorns, purple-red short beards, famous characters Shan Xiongxin, Ma Wu and Zhong Kui in Peking Opera are all of these beards.
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