Chapter 3 Zongheng (Eight)

In an instant, the entire tent was silent. A group of Belarusian bandits without a motherland stared at Hongbei and Peng Xuewen. They really didn't understand why these two people who were supposed to belong to different camps made the same choice.

Just as he was puzzled, the black beard suddenly heard in his ears. Although it was not high, every word was like a jade plate. "Isn't it just death? Who can live to a hundred years old without illness or disaster? As long as future generations mention our Zhou Heizi and call him a man, this life will be worth it."

As he spoke, he strode to the other side of Hongbei and Peng Xuewen, standing side by side with the two.

A leader of the Communist guerrillas, a spy agent of the Military Control Commission, and a thief leader, stood naked among dozens of White Russian bandits with live ammunition, but his momentum was so strong that the other party could hardly raise his head. The bandits lowered their eyelids, hung their heads, and their faces were as red as persimmons in early winter. They might not understand the choices of the three guests in the tent, but they could not help but admire this courage. This awesomeness was something they had never had in their life, and they would never have the chance to have it.

"What kind of heroes are you? This is our camp, not the place where you three are showing off! Come and arrest the three of them. Since they are not afraid of death, just send them to consultant Fujita." After a while, Andre, the second leader of the White Russian bandit gang, suddenly jumped up and roared in anger.

Most of the Belarusians in the tent did not respond, but two or three small leaders felt that their dignity was insulted. They rushed forward together and tried to respond to Andrei's call. However, their skills were far inferior to their ambitions. As soon as they approached Red Beard, they were kicked backwards by Zhou Heikang and Peng Xuewen, and they also knocked the other hesitant bosses, causing chaos in the entire tent.

"What are you doing when you stand there? Do you have to watch others go wild in our home?" Andrei was so angry that he smoked his pistol, he pulled out his pistol and pointed it at Zhou Heicang's forehead. "If you are surnamed Zhou, you'd better surrender voluntarily, otherwise, don't blame my bullet for not recognizing others."

"I'm so good, Zhou was so open today." Zhou Heitan laughed loudly, kicked another little boss who rushed forward, pulled him with one hand, and with a "squeak", pulling the military uniform that had just been worn for a few days into two left and right pieces.

Under the broken military uniform, two rows of Jin-made wooden grenades were exposed. Each of the safety covers had been unscrewed, and the fire strings were pulled out in a small part, tied to the front and back of his chest along with the two cloth straps that tied the grenades.

"Mr. Andre, you'd better think clearly before making a decision." Peng Xuewen also sneered and pulled open his clothes, revealing two rows of smooth wooden handles. "We have no intention of hurting people, so we don't bring guns, but if you don't even talk about the most basic rules, we don't mind pulling everyone to hell together."

"You, you dare." Andre gritted his teeth, but his voice began to tremble without realizing it. The power of the Jin-made grenades was not good. However, if the four bundles of grenades exploded at the same time, it would be enough to leave no living creatures within a radius of 30 meters.

"Enough." Before he could finish his tough words, the white-bearded Ivanov interrupted sternly, "Send them away, stop doing such boring things, and stop pressing their faces to find them to smoke."

"Grand Commander," Andrey was scolded and blushed and protested, "This is the only opportunity for them to hand over all the poisonous gas bombs. If they missed it, there will be no more."

"I said, send them away, have you heard it?" Ivanov, the white-bearded, slapped the table hard, raised his eyes and asked.

Although Andre had been quietly cultivating his gangsters, he was not yet able to compete with Whitebeard head-on. He was stunned for a moment and turned around and roared loudly at other big and small leaders, "What are you doing when you stand stupidly? Have you heard the boss say that, please give me the guest, hurry up and see me off."

"Yes." The leaders of all sizes quietly breathed a sigh of relief, turned around, and gave way to the "guests" to the road outside the tent.

The red-bearded old king looked at Ivanov, then looked at Andre, shook his head gently, turned around, pulled Zhou Heicang and Peng Xuewen, and walked out the door with big strides. Peng Xuewen also sneered softly, and his eyes swept across the White Russian bandit leaders one by one, with a face full of pity. Only Zhou Heicang was unwilling to go home without any result. While walking, he turned around and shouted at Ivanov: "Brother White-bearded, you have figured it out. People who cooperated with the Japanese have never found any good results. If you don't believe it, look at Yellow Beard. I think that I was the number one person on the grassland back then, but now I am like a wild dog with a broken back."

White-bearded Ivanov covered his ears with his hands and lowered his head. He did not want to hear any advice, nor did he want to take the three guests down to please his Japanese employer. It was not until Zhou Heichang could no longer hear his voice, so he let go of his hand and sighed to the tent, "Oh,,."

"The commander, it's still time to send people to chase and kill them now." Andrey walked up quickly and stood beside Ivanov and loudly suggested, "The three of them are already far from the camp. Even if they really have the courage to pull the grenades on their bodies, they will not hurt too many people here."

"Don't be troublesome, let them go." Ivanov waved his hand powerlessly and sighed with his order.

"But the Japanese side" Andre took a step back and stressed unwillingly.

"I said, let them go." Ivanov, the white-bearded, stood up with his hands on the table and glared at Andre, "Get out, I don't want to see you again, get out, I don't want to see anyone tonight."

Andrei ran away with a blue face and hugged his head. The other leaders in the tent were also affected by the fish. They looked at each other and returned to their respective tents to rest. When there was no one in the empty tent except himself, the white-bearded body shook and slowly fell back into the seat. He lay on the table with his head in his hands, and his whole body shrank into a thin ball of meat.

He did not want to show his inner pain in front of his subordinates, nor did he want anyone to see his weakness at this moment. Even the person he believed most, the pain had tortured him every night for a long time until he decided to completely forget the past. However, some things were destined to be forgotten. Even if he deliberately escaped, he would be awakened from the depths of his soul again by others, intentionally or unintentionally.

The pain of sobering was far greater than that in a confused state. Whitebeard hugged his head and endured it for a while. Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore. He reached out and grabbed the vodka that was deliberately placed at his feet, and poured several large mouthfuls. The hot flames went straight from his throat to his lower abdomen, heating up his blood and anesthetized his nerves. He shook, smiled foolishly, stood up slowly, holding the table with one hand, and continuing to pour wine into his mouth with the other hand.

The wine was soon over, and the drunken white beard threw down the empty wine bottle, shaking out of the big tent, muttering quietly, "I really envy them for their ability to die for their motherland."

Andrei and Huangbeard crawled out of the shadow like ghosts, holding Baibeard's arm on the left and right. The drunk Baibeard looked at them and continued to murmur, "Where are we, we don't even have the qualification to die for our motherland once, we don't have the fuck."

Andre was stunned when he heard this, his steps paused for a moment. Whitebeard immediately lost his balance and staggered to the left. Fortunately, Yellowbeard Jiang Hulu reacted quickly enough and took the lead to pressing Whitebeard's chest with his shoulders, "You are old, be careful."

"What are you careful or not? Brother Blackbeard said it well. Who can survive until you are 100 years old without illness or disaster?" Whitebeard smiled and sighed, pushed away the yellowbeard, and continued to walk forward, his body shaking like a candle in the wind.

It took only half an hour before, but he seemed to have suddenly become a teenager. Andre felt uncomfortable in his sight, and chased after him and held his arm, "It's all the Bolsheviks. If it weren't for them, you wouldn't have fallen to this point, nor would I."

"Enough." Ivanov, the white-bearded, stopped drinking impatiently, and the smell of alcohol in his mouth gushed, "Don't push all the mistakes on the Bolsheviks. I had never shown mercy to the Red Army back then, killing and killing, killing and killing, hehe, aren't all Russians dead?"

The more he spoke, the sadder he felt, the more immersed in the past, and could not extricate himself. He looked hunched, as if the old man who had just had a serious illness, the second commander Andrei and Huang Beard, who were supporting his arms, both keenly felt the weakness of the white beard, and a hint of sadness slowly surged in his heart. However, in just a moment, another emotion quickly drove the sadness out of his body. It was a strong desire, just like an adult male wolf in a wolf pack saw the wolf king's lower abdomen dripping blood.

"The Second Head." Huang Beard pointed at the dark surroundings with his fingers, his voice was low and gloomy. All the big and small leaders went to bed. The minions on the night were also focused on the outermost area of ​​the camp, which was the center of the camp and the safest place in the entire temporary camp, unless the enemy could fall from the sky.

Without any hesitation, almost with instinct, Andre made the most correct choice. His hand holding the white bearded arm suddenly exerted force upwards, and at the same time, the knee of his left leg was quickly lifted and pressed hard against the other party's waist and eyes.
Chapter completed!