Chapter 2: The Stream (A moment)

When he returned to the brigade command center, the main cadres of the guerrillas had basically arrived. Zhang Songling quickly glanced in the conference room and did not find Little Leon and Lao Zheng. He asked with some concern: "Where is Lao Zheng and Leon, who knows where they are going?"

"Leon lives in the international camp today. Old Zheng just heard the gunshots and rushed over immediately. From the gunshots, it is estimated that the two of them have controlled the situation now. What should they do next? Captain, please arrange it." Although the kitchen squad leader Lao Feng was not very smart, his mind was very calm and he didn't think about it and responded in concise language.

"Yes, fat man, it's better for the problem to appear earlier than later. The earlier it appears, the easier it is to solve it." Several other older comrades also spoke, trying to make Zhang Songling feel relieved.

After all, their experience and experience are much richer than Zhang Songling, the acting captain. They all know that the most important thing at this moment is that the commander cannot be confused. As long as the commander is calm, no matter how many Belarusians are involved in the trouble, they will not hurt the guerrillas. At most, it will be a little more troublesome to solve the problem. In a short period of time, it will just have a certain negative impact on the external image and overall combat effectiveness of the guerrillas.

The young cadres in the conference room closed their mouths cautiously. They had a blind trust in Zhang Songling in their hearts, believing that their captain would not be stumped by such trivial matters. Moreover, those Belarusians were once defeated by everyone, and even if they all rebelled tonight, they would not have the courage to kill them up the mountain.

Zhang Songling listened quickly with his ears on his back and found that the gunshots on the mountainside had already been sparse. Even if they would occasionally sound one or two, they were obviously firing into the sky and not causing harm to anyone.

Since the situation was not as bad as I had imagined before, Zhang Songling didn't have to rush to the scene of the accident as soon as possible, nodded and continued to ask: "Does all teams have backbones on duty? How are the new recruits? Did the gunfire just now shock them?"

"The deputy captains of each team are left in the dormitory. The recruits were a little confused when the gunfire sounded, but after finding out that it was the Belarusians who were striking the devil, the brothers calmed down instead." Lao Xu, deputy to the second squadron who was on duty tonight, stood up and answered seriously.

"Yes, the brothers have no contact with the Belarusians, so they will not be affected by them at all."

"Those Belarusians have always been a problem, and this time they have completely solved them."

"Well, cut the mess quickly, captain, don't be ruthless this time."

Lao Hou, Lao Yan, Lao Fang and other guerrilla backbones also stood up and made suggestions.

"How to deal with it specifically? We need to see how much the international camp is doing this time." Zhang Songling gently pressed down his arm, indicating that everyone should not be impatient. This was the habit of Red Beard's movement when maintaining order in the venue. He learned it unconsciously and imitated it vividly.

Lao Hou and others were stunned and instantly realized that they had to take the initiative to protect the captain's authority at this time. They smiled and sat down embarrassedly.

Zhang Songling did not notice that the old men were a little reckless. He had just become the helmsman of the guerrillas for a month. His subconscious positioning his role was still in a state of chaos. When he didn't care about his own handling of things, someone pointed at him, frowned and thought for a few seconds, and hesitated to make a decision: "Since there is no problem in the camp, things are much simpler. I will go to the international camp and see who is taking the lead in making trouble."

"That won't work." This time, not only did a few old comrades not paying attention to maintaining the authority of the captain, but the young guerrilla backbones also stood up and expressed their opposition loudly, "You can't go no matter what, if those Belarusians take risks."

"Yes, you are the captain now, not an ordinary soldier. If you want to go, it's also our old guys."

"Who knows what bad water is in the belly of those Belarusians? Lao Zheng hasn't come back yet. If you are kidnapped by them, things will be even harder to deal with."

"They dare not." Zhang Songling smiled and interrupted proudly, "They don't have the courage. As long as you keep your breath outside, they will not dare to shoot me. How could a group of guys who are preparing to be deserters be willing to sacrifice their lives to fight to the death?!"

The last sentence was astonishing as the point. The backbone of the guerrillas was stunned, and their opposition immediately became less determined than before.

"Then you take the guard squad, I will take the first squadron and be ready to pick you up and Lao Zheng at any time." The deputy old Hou of the first squadron frowned and thought for a while, and took the initiative to push.

"I hope there is room for improvement in the matter tonight, so I can't bring too many people, so as not to let the Belarusian soldiers who were not involved in the trouble also become united in hatred of the enemy." Zhang Songling shook his head and rejected everyone's kindness again.

"This" everyone's attitude was a little hesitant. From the analysis of the density of gunfire outside, those involved in the trouble were definitely only a few Belarusian soldiers in the international camp. They hurriedly took too many people to deter them. It would indeed make the hearts of those who did not participate in the trouble, but the Belarusians have always been wild and difficult to tame. If they suddenly attacked, they would ignore them.

"Little Leon is inside, I believe he will not support those troublemakers. Besides, Lao Zheng is inside. The three of us join forces. Those who want to move should also consider their own weight." Zhang Songling smiled and added confidently before everyone spoke, "Okay, that's it. Lao Hou, organize the first squadron and prepare to respond at any time. What should others do? Stabilize the morale of the army. When I finish dealing with the situation tonight, I will report back to everyone."

After saying that, he stood up, inserted the two box cannons hanging on the wall into his waist, and strode out. Lao Hou, Lao Yan and others hesitated for a while, but finally couldn't say the words of dissuasion, so he had to go down separately and prepare for adapting at any time with a little uneasy mood.

The speed of walking down the mountain was relatively fast. About ten minutes later, Zhang Songling arrived at the gate of the International Camp. From a distance, he saw Lao Zheng and more than 20 guerrilla soldiers patrolling the mountain, holding rifles and machine guns in front of the door, and blocking the door without leaking. Opposite them, more than ten White Russian soldiers, led by a guy with long and short guns, shouting at Lao Zheng and others.
Chapter completed!