Chapter 2: Sharpening the Sword (Eight Downs)

For a moment, both of them lost the desire to speak, just holding the windowsill and listening quietly to the wolf howlings in the four fields. It was not until Ye Feng blew the blood in his body that he sighed and closed the window again.

"I'll go find boiled water to make tea." Zhang Songling picked up a black pottery teapot wrapped in thick thatch from the table and whispered.

The other party came with kindness. He didn't want to be too negligent. Peng Xuewen did not continue to stay here. He yawned and responded with a smile, "No need, there is probably no one in the kitchen. I'll go back to rest. You have been traveling for several days, so you should also get off early."

"Yes." Zhang Songling was indeed exhausted, from physical to mental energy, nodded, stood up and sent Peng Xuewen downstairs.

"If I were you, I would leave here as soon as possible." One foot had already stepped down the stairs. Peng Xuewen suddenly turned around and warned very seriously, "Zhou Heitan is now fascinated by the benefits promised by others. It is no longer the Zhou Heitan you knew. You stay here and will not have any effect except waiting for him to die."

"I'll talk to him calmly tomorrow. If he refuses to listen, I'll go back and think of something else with Red Beard." Zhang Songling hesitated for a moment and responded in a low voice, "Where are you, when are you going to leave?"

"I still have to wait for the instructions from my superiors." Peng Xuewen grinned, and the expression on his face felt helpless. "Zhou Heitan refused to let me take the captured radio station. If I left now, at least for the twenty days on the road, I would completely lose contact with the rear."

"Oh." Zhang Songling nodded understandingly. Due to the differences in personality and life experience, he and Peng Xuewen were not very compatible in many aspects. However, he could not deny that the other party was like him and was extremely serious in doing things, at least, more serious than most people in this era.

"Go to bed early. Maybe something will happen tomorrow. If you accumulate more energy, you will have more protection!" He whispered and Peng Xuewen walked down the stairs quickly.

"You, didn't you just say that you had something to tell me clearly?" Zhang Songling chased after him for a half-step and shouted softly from behind, "Otherwise, why bother me here from afar."

"Forget it, it turns out there, it's gone now." Peng Xuewen kicked high and lowered his feet, and turned around with a smile, "You should take care of yourself. This place looks shallow, but in fact it may not be much clearer than other places."

After saying that, regardless of whether Zhang Songling understood or not, he picked up the lantern hanging at the door of the first floor and quickly left.

At first, he was trying to force Zhang Songling to come, and then find a way to persuade or force the other party to return to the Central Plains with him. However, a telegram two days later made him completely change his mind. The telegram from the Beiping Station of the Military Control Commission praised his wit and Zhou Heitan's courage, but played a crucial role in the battle to recover the Heishi Village, did not mention it at all. Even if he suggested to the top to pull Zhang Songling back through senior figures in the 26th Route, he did not respond, as if Zhang Songling did not exist at all, or was not worthy of any attention being wasted above.

With the intuition of an agent, Peng Xuewen felt something was wrong, and then sent a long telegram to his teacher, Ma Hansan, deputy director of the Beiping Station of the Military Control Commission, seeking guidance. As a result, Ma Hansan, who has always been patient with him, only replied to him four words this time, "Stop meddling in other people's business." Then, he refused to keep in touch with him again on the name of going out for a mission.

A lieutenant colonel officer with excellent shooting skills, rich combat experience, and excellent ability to grasp fighter jets is about to defect to the Communist Party. For an elite of the Military Affairs Bureau, it is definitely not a matter of nostalgia. At the moment he received his mentor's lesson, Peng Xuewen knew that he could no longer take Zhang Songling back to the Central Plains. Even if the other party had changed his mind, he would definitely not be able to. The so-called "stop meddling in other people's business" actually told him a lot of things, a certain or a few big figures who could not even be offended by his mentor, did not want Zhang Songling to appear in their sight again. If Zhang Songling did not know how to stay ahead, the other party's next move would be likely to let Zhang Songling disappear from this world forever.

The next appearance of the liaison personnel of the 211th Brigade further confirmed his judgment. Zhang Songling was involved in a huge vortex, enough to make him smash himself into pieces. Among the liaison personnel, at least one or two were not real soldiers. From the contempt and hostility that the other party showed in his eyes when he greeted him, Peng Xuewen could even guess which department a certain person came from. After all, the Military Affairs Bureau and the Central Administration Bureau had just been separated for a few days, and the elites of the two departments were as familiar with each other as if they were familiar with themselves.

The people from the Central Bureau of Statement certainly did not come for Zhou Heitan. Although they gave Zhou Heitan and his Black Wolf Gang better recruitment conditions through their own influence on the 211th Brigade, then there was only one left for their purpose in Heishi Village, either Xiao Zhang himself or something in the hands of Xiao Zhang.

"In the face of national crisis, you must not stumbling down your own people." Looking back at the small building with the brightest lights, Peng Xuewen's face was full of disdain. No matter whether there were instructions on the top, he would not let the plans of the elites of the Central Commission for Translation succeed. Yu Gong, this is for the face of the Central Commission for Translation. Yu privately, Fatty Xiao Zhang is his brother-in-law.

"But what kind of god did the little fat man provoke? He is just a small lieutenant colonel, and he was a military rank he was awarded after "death". "Thought thinking hard, the face hidden behind the vortex, he could not find any clues. That night, Peng Xuewen slept very uneasy. When he woke up the next morning, he saw two huge dark circles in the mirror. He was about to go back to bed and sleep, and suddenly arrogance came from his ears, "Hey, Brother Zhang, can you show us your skills?"

"I have never seen the legendary Hundred Steps of the Sun, in my life. Brother Zhang, can I open my eyes?"

"Show one hand, show one hand, Master Zhang, show one hand." Then, the horse thieves cheered with kindness, and the voice was faintly filled with a hint of pride for only acquaintances.

"His grandma, I can't wait for a night. Why haven't you been so active when dealing with the Japanese?" Peng Xuewen jumped up and rushed out of the door in three steps. The guys who were fighting the 211th Brigade had already met Fatty Zhang. With a deliberate calculation, the Fatty Xiao will definitely suffer a loss.
Chapter completed!