Chapter 2: Sharpening the Sword (Seven Scores)

This question was a bit unpredictable. However, since Zhang Songling had already been alert in advance, he didn't waste much effort when answering. He smiled and responded calmly: "The guerrillas are not as good as regular troops, and there is no mention of military rank. However, I joined the guerrillas and did not go to get rich for promotion, so it doesn't matter whether they arrange official positions. As long as they can fight the Japanese quickly."

"I don't agree with my brother." Zhou Heitan shook his head and retorted loudly, "In the face of national crisis, our men should naturally bear guns and kill the enemy, but this matter of fame and fortune cannot be too vague. Otherwise, those who sacrifice their lives on the front line will not receive good rewards, and those who hide behind will have high officials and generous salaries. What's the point of this world? The brothers below will follow you and you will not see any success. Commissioner Peng, you say this is the reason."

Since he was discussing these issues with Zhang Songling at the dinner table, Zhou Heitan affirmed in advance, but his talent as a politician is really poor. It took a lot of effort to prepare the words he said seemed a little out of character. After Zhang Songling heard this, he instinctively turned his head to look at Peng Xuewen, but saw that the latter was holding a white porcelain wine cup and slowly admiring it, as if it was some precious antique, and his eyes refused to change for a moment.

"It turned out that it was not the idea that Peng Xuewen gave him." In an instant, Zhang Songling came to the conclusion and his mentality became much easier immediately. He was always a little afraid of Peng Xuewen, his elder brother-in-law. First of all, the two sides were not at the same level in terms of power conspiracy. Peng Xuewen was able to use his brain casually, which was enough for him to be dizzy for several days. Secondly, Peng Weiwei always occupies a very important position in his heart, which made him subconsciously not want to have any conflict with Peng Xuewen.

Zhang Songling was chanting the incense, and wasn't it the same with Peng Xuewen? Otherwise, he wouldn't have known that Zhang Songling had already determined to follow the Communists, and he also risked his life and future to run back to help. He wouldn't have deliberately mocked the other party with a bad voice and reminded the other party that the situation might be bad.

Both of them closed their mouths and refused to respond. Zhou Heitan, the master, felt a little embarrassed. He frowned and raised his voice by a few points and continued, "You are all scholars. I know these words sound a bit vulgar, but even if you don't consider making achievements and going higher, it will be more conducive to dealing with the Japanese. Let's take Brother Zhang for example. His knowledge and ability are first-class. Not to mention being a company commander or a regiment commander, even a division commander or a military commander, it is more than enough. At least, you are better than those bastards in the government army. You won't be dismissed with your brothers, nor will you run away before you see the shadow of the Japanese. If you stay with Master Hong, you will be a guerrilla captain at best. There is no chance to take tens of thousands of brothers to attack Huanglong."

This is really not what you said. Zhang Songling was stunned for a moment and turned his gaze to Peng Xuewen again. The latter did not continue to study the wine glass in his hand this time. He raised his head and said with a smile: "Brother Zhou's words do make some sense. At least I think you need to consider your choice again. Anyway, you have already made a clear understanding of the favor you should pay back. Now that you leave, no one can say anything."

"I really never thought about this." Zhang Songling shrugged and smiled, "I just feel happy with Captain Wang no matter what I do together. Maybe I am just such a person with no ambitions, so I can laugh at you."

Unexpectedly, after spending a long time, I got this answer. Zhou Heitan was so angry that Zhang Songling's attitude of not getting into the air. He frowned again and went straight to the point, "In the past, my Black Wolf Gang was young, and even if I wanted to invite you, the big Buddha, I couldn't take that face. But now, our Black Wolf Gang has made some name for himself. Instead of following the Red Beard, it's better to come to us. You can choose whatever chair you want. Even if you want to be the big shopkeeper of the Black Wolf Gang, I can also let you get the virtuous immediately. What? If you think my suggestions can be considered, let's go one more."

As he spoke, he picked up a full cup of white wine and held it directly in front of Zhang Songling. Of course, Zhang Songling could not raise his glass to meet him. He smiled and stood up and bowed, "No, no, I really can't drink anymore. In order to call you in time, I rode my horse for two days and one night. At this moment, I couldn't take any strength on my body. If I drink it, I must go directly under the table."

"Fatty Zhang." Zhou Heitan held the wine glass and couldn't recycle it. The two copper bells' eyes immediately began to fire, "Do you treat me as a friend? Red beard saved your life? Did I cheat you? He only had a hundred brothers number one, two or three machine guns in his hand. Now I'm not as 100, just a crooked hand. In terms of strength and reputation, I can't compare with him. You really don't even have any face for me."

"I came here to warn you today, Brother Zhou,." Zhang Songling smiled and responded in a long voice, "What do you want to save your life? You can draw a series of things. As long as I, Mr. Zhang, can do it, I will never refuse. But now that the strong enemy is approaching, you are still patronizing me to tell me about these things. Isn't your eyes too short?"

"Yes." Zhou Heitan's face suddenly turned red, as if someone had set a fire in his stomach, "So, you just don't plan to give me face."

As for his heart, he didn't want to dig the corners of Red Beard. However, Zhang Songling's skills and his bizarre background played a crucial role in the future development of the Black Wolf Gang, so Zhou Heitan had to take some extraordinary measures to take this person under his command, even if he turned against Red Beard for this, he would do whatever he could.

Although Zhang Songling was soft-hearted, the path he had decided was to go all the way until black. He heard Zhou Heitan use a threatening tone and began to sneer loudly, "The things about face are all earned by myself. Zhang came to warn you from all over the world. Anyway, he was a guest of your Black Wolf Gang. Could it be that Brother Zhou was planning to throw the cup as a sign today?"

Hearing this, the leaders of the Black Wolf Gang around him couldn't sit still and stood up to protest loudly, "What are you saying, Brother Zhang? My shopkeeper sincerely wants to make friends with you, so he hopes you can stay and fight together."

"If you are surnamed Zhang, don't bury people. If you don't want to agree to leave, I won't believe it anymore. If you leave Zhang, you will really have to eat a pig with hair."

"I'll throw the cup with you, and with one hand, I'll let you go out horizontally as far as possible."

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"How come you guys don't know what's wrong?" Seeing that Zhang Songling was besieged, Xiao Zou, who followed him to deliver the letter and was ordered to protect him from safety, could no longer bear it. He stood up and pressed his hands on the handle of the gun around his waist.

Seeing that both sides were about to turn against each other, Peng Xuewen coughed hard, stood up with a glass of wine, first clinked the glass of wine in Zhou Heitan's hand, and then laughed and said, "What's wrong, what's wrong? Isn't it just a glass of wine? How could there be so much to say? Fatty Zhang ran away and couldn't drink it. I'll drink it for him. Come on, Brother Zhou, Peng will do it first."
Chapter completed!