Chapter 3: Zongheng (Six Dimensions)

"Okay." As soon as he finished speaking, Peng Xuewen immediately applauded.

Previously, Lao Yu sent a message for Hongbei, saying that he would help him gain a foothold in the Heishi Village area. He was still skeptical, but now he was full of expectations for this promise. If he could join forces with the famous Hongbei and Blackbeards to break into the tiger's den, the experience alone would be full of legend. Regardless of whether it could eventually be said that the Whitebeard bandits retreated, the officers who were transferred from horse thieves in the Independent Battalion could no longer deliberately ignore themselves, the Commissioner of the CPC Administrative Office. For the General Administration of the Military Commission, he was also a sign of his extraordinary ability to drive the horse thieves and the Eighth Route Army to work together. In the future, he would inevitably add some impression points.

"Just do it this way, I'll send someone to find Whitebeard!" Although Zhou Heitan's belly was not as twisted as Peng Xuewen, he thought it was a rare opportunity to become famous. He ran to the door of the house and arranged for people to investigate the whereabouts of the Whitebeard gang.

The scouts were scattered out and soon received an echo. As the Red Beard guessed, he was unwilling to return in vain. At present, he was leading a group of White Russian bandits behind a small mound about thirty miles north of the Heishi Village, ready to fight back at any time.

After receiving this information, everyone became more determined to teach Whitebeard a lesson. They started to prepare for lunch. In the evening, all the corresponding work had stopped. Redbeard, Zhou Heitan and Peng Xuewen carried a box of gifts and walked towards the enemy's camp.

It was still far away, and the scouts scattered on the periphery were discovered by the scouts scattered on the outside. The latter immediately rode his horse and shouted loudly. Red Beard, Zhou Heicang and Peng Xuewen were all fearless, and at the same time took their mounts and bowed gently to the bandits. "Brothers, I have worked hard, I have trouble informing the head of the village, and then said that Red Beard, Black Beard and Peng Xuewen, the special envoy of the Military Bureau, came to visit together."

"Ah,." The bandits who surrounded the fiercely immediately panicked and turned into a group of panic. Some quickly drew their guns to defend themselves, while others hid in the stirrups, while others didn't say a word and drove away, looking at the direction, obviously rushing back to the camp to bring reinforcements.

"Why, all the heroes have been lying on the grassland for so many years. Are you still afraid that the three of us will dare to go in directly at the gate of our camp?" Seeing the embarrassing look of the bandits, the red-bearded Lao Wang smiled and continued.

Although most of the bandits surrounded by Belarus, they have been making a living in China since the establishment of the Soviet Union. Therefore, there is no communication barrier between them. When they heard the ridicule in the words of Red Beard, they blushed and retorted loudly: "Who is afraid of me, we are not afraid of you. There are more than 20 people here. Even if each of you holds a double gun, you can't beat us."

"Since you are not afraid, why are you so nervous?" Seeing that the other party was trembling with the voices of his speech, Zhou Heitan felt very proud. He shook his head and asked with a smile.

"We, we, we are not nervous."

"We, we are habits, for habits."

"You three dare to deliver goods to your doorstep. We can't let you three run away anymore."

The bandits refuted Zhou Heichang in a verbal way, but the index finger on his right hand was always placed near the rifle trigger, and they could open fire at the three of them at any time.

Peng Xuewen didn't like being spoken with a gun, so he stretched out his hand and gently pushed away the rifle in front of the three of them, "Relax, relax, since the three of us dared to come, how could we turn around and run away before we saw you bosses? Don't whine it. How did you bosses educate you? Do you just treat the guests who come to your door like this?"

"You three are not guests." "Our leader didn't invite you." The bandits argued loudly, but the guns were pressed down unknowingly and stopped trying to shoot the three of them on the spot.

"Is that right? What are you afraid of at the entrance of my own camp?" Seeing that his comforting effect, Peng Xuewen continued to urge his tongue, "Relax, relax, come, everyone followed me and said, the weather is good today, and I am very happy that friends come from afar."

"The weather is good today, there is a friend." He was confusing to the bandits who were facing him, and he had been reading for half of his words. He suddenly realized that he had been lying on the other party's Taoer again. He was stunned and hid backwards on the horse's back like a frightened rabbit. "Witchcraft, you, what kind of witchcraft are you using?! Hurry up, stop for me, otherwise, I will shoot, and shoot."

"Witchcraft?" Peng Xuewen was amused and laughed, "I don't understand such profound things! I just saw that everyone was so nervous and changed a trick to help everyone relieve their boredom! The tricks of carving insects and carving insects are not worth mentioning, not worth mentioning!"

"You" bandits were determined to teach Peng Xuewen a lesson, but they were afraid that they would be caught by the other party's witchcraft again inattentively. They shot at their own people without any sense of consciousness, and they all tilted their shoulders, stammered their necks, grinning, how ugly it was. In awkwardness, a shrill sound of cow horns suddenly came from the temporary camp not far away, "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

"Red beard, black beard, are you here to die?" Ivanov, the white bearded, shouted loudly from a distance.

"Red beard, black beard, are you here to die?" The bandits on the horse shouted in unison, trying to give the guests a warning first. After hearing this, the three of them were not surprised. They bowed with a smile and responded in unison, "So majestic and murderous. I have long heard that Whitebeard is a capable hero. When I saw him today, it turns out to be true."

The voice was far lower than the other party, but it sounded extremely harsh. Ivanov, a white-bearded man, immediately turned black, pointed his hand at the three of the red-bearded men, and shouted, "Tie it up for me, tonight we will use the three of them as candles, and blood will be given to the brothers who died in the daytime."

"Yes." The bandits relied on the large number of people on their side, rushed up and took out a rope to tie up Red Beard and others. The guerrilla captain Red Beard reached out and pushed away the few people rushing over, laughing, "I said, White Beard, you are too unreasonable to do this. I came to worship the mountain with a gift from all over the world, but you didn't even want to give me the chance to speak. Could it be that there is anything shameful in your stomach, I'm afraid I'll let you expose it in public."

"Fuck, come here, what else can you do to make a good intention? During the day, how many brothers have you killed and killed me with a mortar? Tell yourself, can I let you enter the camp? Why are you still standing there? Tie me up quickly." The white beard stared at her red blood-covered eyes, showing her fierce look.

"Purchase it, take it, the Communists are the most delusional. Kill them as soon as possible to solve the problem." A yellow-faced man came out of his white-bearded armpit, and the fox pretended to be a tiger's power.

"Oh, isn't this a yellow beard?" Zhou Heitan immediately recognized the man, pushed away the bandits who rushed towards him, and asked with a sneer, "Didn't you surrender to the Japanese? Why did you run to the Whitebearded Brother? Why? The Japanese promised you machine guns and cannons? Haven't you fulfilled it yet?"

"You, you don't care." Huang Huzi was slapped in the face in public and was furious. "Take it down, take them down quickly, burn them to death, and light the sky lantern with them."

It would be fine if he didn't shout. When he shouted, the bandits were unwilling to come forward to make things difficult for Hongbeard and others. Everyone knew that the reason why he had a feud with Hongbeard and others was also hired by the Japanese. Since the Japanese could lose Huangbeard's account, of course they could also lose the debts that they owed their own family. The lessons of the past have not been far away, so why should they repeat the same mistakes?

"Are you all deaf?" Seeing his subordinates hesitating and unwilling to catch Redbeard, Whitebeard was furious. "Did you all forget about his bombardment of us with big cannons during the day? Tie me up and take it to the camp. I will interrogate them myself."

"Why do you have to be so tense?" Hongbeard smiled, pushed away the bandits who were rushing to him again, jumped off the horse, and took the initiative to walk towards Baibeard. "I am a thin old man, what's the difference between tied up or not tied up? You are not really afraid that I can do anything, that's not in line with your name as Baibeard."

"Yes, our four bearded men in white, red, black and yellow have finally gotten together today. It's so nervous. Don't your brother think it's a shame?" Zhou Heitan, the black beard, also jumped off his mount and followed behind the red beard and walked into the crowd. "Come on, send two people to search, I didn't even bring a gun today."

"Yes, in front of the two armies during the day, of course no one can show mercy. If you don't meet on the battlefield at night, why not sit together and drink a bowl of vodka? I remember that in the era of Peter the Great, there were similar traditions among Russian nobles." Peng Xuewen was unwilling to drag his legs, so he jumped off his mount and greeted the white-bearded with a smile.

Before escaping from the Soviet Union, Whitebeard was considered a little nobleman. Seeing that the three guests were all elegant, he was unwilling to lose weight in front of his brothers. He pondered for a moment, sneered and bowed, "Okay, I'll give you three a chance to speak. If you three can't explain what happened during the day, no one can leave the barracks alive tonight."

"Brother Bai, Brother Bai, no, no, that Communist Party member." Huangbeard Jiang Hulu was shocked and quickly dissuaded. Baibeard immediately glared at him fiercely and shouted loudly, "Are you the leader or I the leader? If you want to stay here, follow me. If you don't want to stay here, just get out of here. Don't always step on your nose and face."

"Yeah, uh, uh." The yellow bearded Jiang Hulu almost choked and moaned twice, retreated aside in panting.

Ignoring his desperate gaze, the white beard smiled and reached out to the three guests walking opposite him, "Please, just look at you three with courage today, and I will make you die happily in a while."

Red Beard shook his head gently and said with a smile: "Brother Bai, don't say it so fiercely. I promise that if you see the gift I brought to you later, you will definitely not hate me to the core." "Fuck, I have been doing most of my life. If you haven't seen any treasure, you will be blinded by your rustic thing." White Beard curled his lips and retorted loudly, but suddenly a little expectation surged in his heart. He really wanted to know what gift Red Beard brought over. He was so sure that he could believe that the hatred between the two sides could forget each other.

"Haha, our leader was a nobleman who was personally enthroned by His Majesty the Tsar. I have never seen any good things." The bandits were shouting loudly, but their eyes were staring at the small package on the red-bearded horse's back, eager to see with their own eyes what treasures were inside.

"Don't worry, it won't take long to understand whether I'm bragging or not." Red beard carried his hands behind his back and walked slowly into the temporary camp. "It's true that I am a pauper, but today's gifts can definitely be taken out, at least, to let you see who is your real enemy."

"Nonsense." "I don't believe it." "You don't want to sow discord." The bandits refuted all the time, but they became more and more curious about the gift from Red Beard.

As if feeling everyone's urgent mood, Red Beard turned around and walked to his war horse, untied a small package from behind the saddle, held his hands in his arms, and continued to move into the camp carefully. While walking, he did not forget to continue to defend his guns and bombard the other side's positions, as if the conflict between the two sides was just a misunderstanding.

"My brother, I'm really a little too ruthless in the daytime, but if I don't do that, I believe that you and my subordinates will lose more brothers."

"Hmph." At this moment, Whitebeard's mind was filled with mysterious gifts in the other party's arms, and he didn't want to hear any explanation.

After hearing what the bandit leaders said, they had many thoughts in their hearts. The Japanese had never mentioned in advance that their mortar fell into the hands of Red Beard. The Japanese would not tell everyone clearly how many shells they had seized by Red Beard. Although they suffered a considerable loss in the daytime conflict, they recalled the situation at that time and knew that Red Beard did not deliberately target them. Otherwise, the shells that were fired would not be a few, but would push the position with shells while they were unprepared. In that way, at least dozens of people could be blown up.

If their team suffered too many casualties in this attack on Heishizhai, will the Japanese fulfill their prior promise? The end of Huangbeard is obvious to everyone. Everyone must not jump inside even if they know it is a trap. The Redbeard takes the initiative to apologize, but gives enough face to this side. If everyone doesn't take the opportunity to stop when they see it, wouldn't they take off their butts and go shopping on the streets and behave like a shame?

While thinking about it with concern, everyone walked deep into the camp with red beards. In a blink of an eye, they came to the big tent serving as the command center. The white bearded horse sat in the position of the head coach with a golden sword, and asked with a stern face, "It's okay this time, the surname Wang, you have come in the camp, and I have given you enough etiquette. What other pieces of money do you have? Take it out now."

"Please see the gift first, Brother Bai." Under the expectant gaze, Hongbei finally handed over the package in her arms, and after the hands of two guards, she turned to the table in front of Baibei.

"Open." The white beard had been impatient for a long time and frowned and ordered.

"Yes." The guards were also so anxious that they scratched their hearts. They pulled out the dagger and cut the rope outside the package. They simply exposed the gifts inside the package. What caught their eyes was a square small wooden box with a few very strange symbols and some Japanese characters on it. Then they lifted the lid of the box. The gifts that the red beard regarded as treasures finally appeared in front of everyone.

The two mortar shells were the size of a gourd, and the bullet was painted with a layer of color. The bullet was a hideous skull.
Chapter completed!