Chapter 3: Zongheng (Eight Downs)

After the rebellion of the three commanders Nikola and his best friend, the subsequent "anti-traitor" operation went much smoother. Even if the Belarusian bandits who lost the leader knew in their hearts that the murderer who killed the commander Ivanov was Andrei, they could not organize large-scale resistance. Most of the Belarusian bandits had already numb their souls during the years of committing crimes. For them, whether Ivanov was the leader or Andrei was the leader, there was no difference. Anyway, everyone lived a day without tomorrow. They would not be able to see the light just because they changed to someone to be the leader.

Even so, it took Andre to sort out all the forces in the camp, which took Andre most of his night. After all the living leaders swore all their loyalties and all the stubborn people were sent to hell, Qi Mingxing also rose from the east. Andre looked at the fearful leaders, yawned, and ordered tiredly: "After going back, take your subordinates. From now on, without my orders, this military camp can only enter and not leave. When the people I sent to contact Fujita Consultant come back, we will decide our next move."

"Yes." Looking at the blood stains that were not dry on Andre's body, no one of the big and small leaders had the courage to say "no", and they straightened their bodies and responded solemnly.

"Dissolve." Andre finally got into the position of being the master of the family, and he followed Ivanov's usual appearance and gave loud instructions.

The leaders responded again, scattered and prepared to leave. However, the yellow bearded Jiang Hulu leaned forward without a wink, leaned over and said in Andre's ear: "Wait, the commander, you can't just disband like this, if."

"Stand straight and say loudly!" Andre, who had just sat on the top seat, was very taboo to be seen as a guy who was unintentional by his subordinates, frowned and ordered sternly.

"This" Huang Beard was a little hesitant. Among the suggestions he wanted to give Andre, many things could not be placed on the table. If they were heard by the leaders, they would definitely be in trouble in the future. However, some things could not be said. Otherwise, once new chaos occurs in the camp, no one can tell whether the next unlucky person is himself.

"If you have anything to say in the future, you will say in front of everyone that they are all their own people, and I have nothing to hide from them." Seeing the yellow beard's expression but silence, Andre felt annoyed and glared at him, raising his voice a little more.

‘Yes, you are all Russians, I am an outsider,’ Huang Beard was so glaring that his heart was chilled, and his eyes dimmed instantly. The birds were covered with bows. This was the practice of those who had accomplished great things since ancient times, not to mention that he is currently the only person in the entire assassination.

"I mean, my brothers have been busy all night, so the commander would better give them some white wine to warm up their bodies." Thinking that he might not have ended up with Andre, Huang Beard was unwilling to be loyal to the other party anymore, so he found a random argument and covered up his behavior just now.

"Oh." Andrei also realized that his attitude was a little too much, and slapped his head exaggeratedly and responded loudly, "You are right. It's a cold day. It's true that you should give your brothers some white wine to warm up your body. Boris, you'll be responsible for this matter and take out all our wines. Each person will give you half a pound first. No, each person will have a share, no matter the position, no, everyone will have a share."

"Commander Xie." "Oh, oh, oh." When the leaders of all sizes heard that there was wine, they immediately forgot the fear in their hearts and danced around Andre.

Wine is the life of the Russians, especially for the Belarusian bandits who have lost their goal of life, white wine and women have almost become their last attachment to the whole world. If they had known that Andre would be so generous after replacing Ivanov, they would take the initiative to stand on Andre's side without any coercion in the first half of the night. Of course, the premise is that Andre is indeed sure to win.

Taking advantage of the cheers of the big and small leaders, Andrei lowered his head and whispered to the yellow bearded Jiang Hulu, "I'm sorry, Mr. Jiang, I had to show them just now, I hope you can understand."

"It's okay, it's okay, I'm reckless, I didn't take into account your situation." The yellow bearded Jiang Hulu waved his hand generously, and there was no unpleasant expression on his face.

"Then you wanted to say just now?" Andrei smiled and continued to ask.

The yellow bearded Jiang Hulu looked around and responded mysteriously, "I just wanted to remind you that Little Leon doesn't know where to go. If he didn't catch him as soon as possible, it might leave hidden dangers."

"What else can he do if a prostitute child?" Andre shook his head, his face full of disdain.

Little Leon was born to Ivanov and a Polish prostitute. Because his mother was a low-born and was not a Russian tribe, she was not respected by the leaders in the camp. Although Ivanov had only one son who survived and had been trying to support him to the throne, most of the leaders were still unwilling to buy it. Little Leon himself was quite self-aware and never regarded himself as Ivanov's direct heir. He performed very mediocrely in previous battles. He was incomparable to leaders such as Andre, in terms of reputation and ability.

"I'm afraid that his life will cause other problems!" Huang Beard frowned and continued to remind him.

"It's okay, we Russians have always respected the strong. We cowards like Little Leon. Even if we sneak back to the camp, we will not find anyone to support him." Andrei shook his head and responded with a smile.

Huang Huzi mentioned Lieon, who was originally to perfunctory Andrei. Seeing that the other party didn't take it seriously, he was so happy to save some trouble. He smiled and whispered: "That's because I'm thinking too much. You are the commander. You must be more familiar with the things in the camp."

"I will not forget your contribution tonight." Andrei was still very impressed by Huang Bei's decisive killing, and he covered his hand on the other party's forehead and smiled to comfort him.

"It is my honor to be able to contribute to the commander." Huang Beard pretended to be a bone and looked dozens of pounds lighter, with a smile on his face.

The guest and the host chatted a few more casually, and the atmosphere between them gradually returned to harmony. Seeing that the people around him had almost dispersed, Andre took his hand away from Huangbei's forehead and promised with a smile: "I will not forget the matter of avenging you. You go down and rest first. As long as you get the accurate letter from Fujita Consultant, he is willing to continue the previous agreement. I will immediately organize all the troops to attack Heishizhai, and catch all the Red Beard, Black Beard and that fat man Zhang. "

"Thank you, Commander." Huang Huzi bowed deeply again, retreated with gratitude, turned several tents, and arrived at a position where Andrei couldn't see it, but quickly turned cold, spit out thick phlegm in the corner, and said hatefully, "It's not that easy to kill a donkey if you don't regret it. If I don't let you spit out all my intestines, I will take your surname in the future."

"You two, go and monitor the Chinese for me." Looking at the yellow beard's back, Andre called two confidants and whispered, "If he dares to make trouble, give it to me."

He made a chopping gesture with his hands, and a cold light shot out from his eyes. The two confidants immediately understood the commander's meaning, and agreed in a low voice, quickly chasing towards the yellow beard's back.

He also patrolled the camp with other confidants for a whole circle, confirming that all the resistance forces had been suppressed by force and spirits. Andre dragged his tired body and slowly walked into the central army's tent. This was where Ivanov usually summoned the leaders to discuss major events. Now he was finally the master. Every piece of furnishings and every seat looked particularly cute. Lying on the wide-back chair for the commander's special purpose, Andre slowly stretched out his limbs, "comfortable." He moaned with satisfaction, closed his eyes, and began to plan the future of the entire team.

Just as I was dreaming about how to oppress the Mongolian nobles with the support of the Japanese and establish a country in the middle of the country dominated by exiled Russians, a violent sound of horse hooves suddenly came to my ears, followed by a Russian roar.

"Which bastard is going crazy with alcohol?" Andre frowned and thought in a daze. What kind of virtues are those bastards under his command? He knew very well that it was common to eat half a pound of white wine, curse, fight, and even fight together. As long as they don't move guns, usually the leader will not interfere too much. Anyway, Russians are all rough and thick-skinned, and they will go to the ground after they are beaten to death. The next day, they still get on horseback and swing their swords, and no one will hold a grudge against anyone.

He didn't plan to care. He had been busy for the middle of the night and finally had to take a breath. There was no need to fight after drinking for a few reckless men, and climbed up from the hot tiger-skin seats to blow the cold wind. However, things did not go as he wished. As soon as his eyelids closed, a panic shout suddenly came from the door, "Andre, Andre, no, Little Leon, Little Leon, Little Leon with a red bearded killing in."

"Little Leon, how is that prostitute's son, possible?" Andre stood up suddenly, because he stood too fast, and his eyes turned dark. "The person who led you will immediately catch him and just send him to be his companion for Old Ivan."

"Andre, Andre, wake up quickly." Boris was so anxious that he cried and rushed forward, holding Andre who was unstable. "Little Leon, Little Leon has come in with a red beard. You go out and think of a solution, otherwise we will be completely finished."
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