Chapter 2: Sword Sharpening (Sixth Middle School)

This time, he finally got what he wanted. Not only did the red-bearded face suddenly become serious, but the other guerrilla backbones who were getting up and about to leave also sat back to the table one after another.

"Is there any reason? If you dare to fool people with fake news, don't blame me for being rude to you." Before everyone spoke, Zhao Tianlong glared at Lao Chuang and asked loudly. He was worried that the character of this elder of the master was 120, fearing that this man would be full of tongues, which would make him look embarrassed.

"Yes, yes, if it's fake, I'll pay you money." Lao Scar was trembling with his glaring, and his usual clichés blurted out. After saying that, he suddenly remembered that he was in the guerrilla conference room at the moment. Redbeard was not a suitable dealer. He quickly smiled embarrassedly and patted his head to explain, "No, it's not that meaning, really, real news doesn't cost money. This is the meeting gift I gave to Captain Wang. I would never dare to fool him with fake news."

"You can't fool the real news at will." Zhao Tianlong glared at his big eyes like a cow bell and emphasized again.

"Old Zhao, don't scare people all the time." The red beard frowned at Zhao Tianlong, whispered an order, and then changed into a kind face and turned to Lao Cai. "Where did you always find out about this news? Can you say it in more detail? Don't get me wrong. I don't suspect that your old news is fake. It's eight hundred miles in a radius. Who doesn't know that you are always the most well-informed person."

"If it's fake news, you can chop my head." Lao Scar felt comfortable when he was praised, and his blood and bones all over his body suddenly became three points lighter. After thinking about it, he cursed with a smile, "The news is absolutely reliable. I can issue a military order. Those White Russians are all evil spirits. They have to go to my place to find medicine to treat the syphilis sores in that place. After a while, a few leaders got familiar with me. They threw the old guns and knives that they couldn't use, and asked me to find a buyer for them. After taking action, he We don't have money either, and they all replaced it with white wine and poured it into our stomachs. Recently, a guy named Beshkv drank too much in my place and boasted that they were going to do a big deal soon. After the matter was done, they would drink as much as they wanted. They would no longer have to be happy every time like now. I told him not to forget to take care of my business when he got rich. He said, 'No problem, we don't like the broken things in the hands of the horse thief. We can pack them up for you after seizing them. You can sell them to whoever you want,'"

Finally got a chance to show off. Lao Scar desperately put gold on his face, but he didn't lean on the main point. It was not until Zhao Tianlong raised his eyes again, but he shrank his neck and continued to say loudly: "Then I asked him which horse thief he was going to deal with. He told him that he was entrusted by the Japanese consultant of the Heishi Village and the Duke of Zhenguo to attack the Blackbeard. He also said that after the Japanese conquered Heishi Village, they would take whatever things in the city, and they would rob the women and never interfere within three days."

"Bao." Immediately someone slammed the wooden tea bowl on the table and cursed, "Isn't this the entire Black Stone Village to the Whitebeard? The Japanese are so fucking vicious."

"The Japanese devils in the city have been killed by the Blackbeard, and Junji Fujita certainly doesn't care who the Belarusians will steal."

"The Japanese are so anxious that they can jump over the wall. Whitebeard robbed all the Black Stone Village. What benefits can they get?"

"They don't care that they can't get any benefits. They just put the Black Wolf Gang to death. Anyway, the city is full of us Chinese, and no matter what disaster they suffer, the Japanese will not lose a penny."

"Damn it, I should have been chasing it that day, trying to get tired of myself and chop off their heads."

"What's the use of saying this now? Whitebeard probably is already on the road."

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Indignation is due to righteous indignation, but no one can come up with any good solutions at the moment. The predecessor of Whitebeard was a group of remnants who flew from Russia to the grassland after the October Revolution. It was crowded with people and well-equipped. Although the scale is far less than before, it is not something that the Lamagou guerrillas can stop it, especially at the moment when the guerrillas are seriously injured.

As the head coach of the Lamagou guerrillas, Red Beard is much calmer than his backbone. He pressed his hands down, first stopping everyone's clueless discussion, and then turned his eyes to Lao Scar again, "Which day did he tell you, how long has it been now? That guy is not going to do it, tell you if White Beard is going to do it on that day."

"Three days, no, it should be four, five, six..." Lao Scar stretched out his hand and calculated carefully, "It should be five and a half days. It was almost the day after the news came after the Black Stone Village was breached. Bishkov didn't tell me when they were going to send troops, but he told me that they were not satisfied with the conditions proposed by the Japanese and wanted to delay for a few more days to see if they could knock out more benefits from the Japanese."

This sentence is in line with the usual style of Whitebeard. When he arrived at the grassland, these guys were always thinking about fighting back to Russia and avenging the Tsar. As several core figures in the team grew older, the remaining Belarusians and their descendants born in China gradually lost their interest in revenge for the Tsar family and gradually became international mercenaries without any long-term goals. As long as they could afford money, no matter who could hire them to serve themselves. If someone could offer a higher price, they would not mind immediately backing their current bosses. (Note 1)

The problem is that the Lamagou guerrillas are neither their opponents nor can they afford more money than the Japanese to bribe them. Even if they take out all the assets of the Yeteyouqi of Wuqi and the Black Wolf Gang, they will not be able to turn against each other. The only way is to notify Zhou Heitan as soon as possible, so that this person will take the brothers of the Black Wolf Gang to evacuate before the White Bearded Bandit Gang arrives. In that case, the Japanese devils will take back the complete county town without any effort, and naturally they will not continue to carry out the transaction with White Beard. The innocent people in the city can also avoid a catastrophe.

After weighing the matter in his heart, Hongbei knew how to deal with it. He smiled and bowed to Lao Scar and said loudly: "The news you always provide is very timely. On behalf of the Lamagou Guerrillas, I thank you for your notice to Blackbeard. Let me arrange the matter. Please rest assured. If you have any dissatisfaction with our arrangements, just ask directly, tell Captain Zheng, Captain Lu, and others, or ask me directly, it is okay."

"Satisfied, satisfied, I am also from a poor family. When I was young, I had suffered all kinds of hardships." Lao Scar was flattered and quickly stood up and returned the favor to Red Beard. Being able to leave a good impression in the other party's heart was the main purpose of his performance. As for whom Red Beard informed the news and how to deal with White Beard and the Japanese, he was too lazy to care.

Note 1: There were several Belarusian bandits wandering on the grassland, and their vitality was very tenacious. During the Fengtian heyday, Wu Dashun, who was in charge of the grassland, could not expel them. When the Japanese invaders were operating Northeast and Inner Mongolia, they had a headache with these Belarusian bandits. The two sides had cooperation and conflicts. Most of the time they were afraid of each other and no one was willing to provoke each other. After the founding of New China, most of these Belarusian bandits were wiped out, and a few remaining soldiers fled into Outer Mongolia and disappeared.
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