Chapter 2: Cross-flow (Part 2)

"Yes." The first squadron leader Lao Zheng put the light machine gun at his feet, bent down to remove the bearded and other people's weapons.

"No, fat man, you can't take away the gun. If you take away the gun, how can we survive." It's strange. Even though he could snatch the light machine gun with just one hand, the bearded man and others turned a blind eye to the good opportunity in front of his family. On the contrary, they regarded the water pearls that could only shoot alone as treasures, pressed tightly under their belly, and refused to let go.

"Let go, I'm not polite if I don't let go." The squadron leader Lao Zheng was both angry and funny. He raised his foot and kicked his bearded ass, "What does it have to do with us if you die? Let you take the gun away. What should you do if you continue to be a horse thief to harm the common people?"

"Wuwu, it's not loose, it's not loose, it's not loose, I won't loose even if I beat it to death." The bearded lying in the snow nest, his nose, tears rubbed his face all over, "Wuwu, I won't be a horse thief, you can't drive me down the mountain. It's so cold, you can drive us down the mountain, so how can we live, wuwu, wuwu"

His crying was very loud, and he was drilling into several log houses through the gaps in the windows and doors. The White Russian soldiers hiding behind the windows and peeking outwards heard it. They lowered their heads in a sad way, stretched out their hands to cover their ears, and no one could bear to hear it anymore. After leaving the Lama ditch, it was more than a hundred radius in a wilderness. In this season, they were driven out of the camp with empty hands. Even if they were not buried in the wolf's belly, they would still freeze into a pile of ice lumps.

"The gun must be kept, don't force me to use force." Zhang Songling seemed to be feeling compassionate, looked down at the bearded and others, and sighed softly, "In the relationship between you and everyone fighting under the same flag, I will give you three more pieces of ocean to each of you, plus a pack of dry food. You can go to the logistics office to collect it now, and then we can get together and part. In the future, no matter whether you continue to be horse thieves or as a lackey for the Japanese devils, remember not to be in the hands of the guerrillas."

"If you don't leave, I won't leave." The bearded man loosened his hands holding the rifle tightly, but the man refused to stand up and receive the severance payment that Zhang Songling agreed to. He curled his body and continued to cry.

Several other Belarusians who were leading the trouble also handed over their guns like beards, but refused to leave.

Zhang Songling had no time to deal with them again, and sighed softly, turning his head to the log house deepest in the international camp station. "Brother inside, since you refuse to show up, I don't want to find out who you are, let Captain Leon be left, leaving weapons, even if you take the people you want to leave to the logistics office to get the ocean and dry food, there is a saying in China that forced melons are not sweet, you don't want to play for the guerrillas anymore, I won't force you, but please remember one thing, don't harm the people anymore, and don't be a lackey for the Japanese, otherwise we will definitely stay alive next time we meet again."

"If you don't hand over, if you ask us to hand over the gun, we will hand over the gun. Why? This gun is the guy who eats by ourselves, why should we hand over it to you?" A sinister voice sounded again in the log house, which sounded very shrill, as if the shrew who was beaten by her husband was howling on the street.

"The gun is the spoil collected by the guerrillas after defeating you. Later, because you took the initiative to stay and fight side by side with the guerrillas, you sent it to you again. Since you have refused to your regrets, of course you have become a prisoner again. In today's world, where is there a rule to release prisoners and return weapons?"

"Yes." The people in the log house were dumbfounded by questioning and couldn't speak for a long time. The White Russian soldiers hiding in the other rooms watching the fun also blushed and sighed constantly.

Yes, the fat captain is right. Guns are the spoils of the guerrillas. Since everyone suffered a defeat last time, they have no longer been their masters. Now everyone doesn’t want to follow the guerrillas anymore. Of course, they have to return the spoils of the guerrillas to others. Although this world is big, there is no reason to fire guns to prisoners and make them turn around and do the right thing with the winner.

"I must have heard what I said just now. Everyone has the same conditions for the brothers in the entire international camp. If you want to leave, leave weapons, and collect severance payments and dry food. If you don't want to leave, just stay here. What conditions can the guerrillas provide to other team members, and will treat you equally in the future. You will never treat you badly." Zhang Songling's words continued to drill into the house through the gaps in the doors and windows, and into everyone's ears.

No one responded, and there was silence all over the place. Even the bearded men who were lying on the ground and playing tricks stopped sobbing. They sat up with their eyes closed, and were dejected. It was over, it was completely over, and they had a fuss. The treatment was the same as other guerrillas. They only had meat once every three days, and there was still soup inside. When everyone couldn't stand it, they would see who would vent their anger on.

"If you are willing to leave, you have a gun and leave. If you are willing to stay, you will stay. What will happen? You will decide for yourself. Captain Zhang said, he will not force you." He heard Zhang Songling's words and broke the troublemakers speechless. The first squadron leader Zheng was relieved without hesitation. He casually put the collected weapons on the ground, and then stood beside Zhang Songling and repeated loudly.

After repeated several times, the several log houses were still quiet and without any resounding. Not only did the soldiers who were not involved in the trouble were stunned by Zhang Songling's simple actions, those who participated in the trouble and followed the silence of the rioters also held their breath and refused to speak out.

After being a horse thief for so many years, they have almost no survival skills except for war. After leaving the guerrilla sphere of influence, they basically become a group of lonely ghosts. Even if they carry weapons and encounter horse thieves with a slightly stronger strength, they can only be obediently annexed. Although it seems to be a choice, the Japanese are also famous for their cruelty and narrowness. They are now confronting the Red Army. Maybe one day in order to humiliate their opponents, they will drive everyone to the front line of the conflict and charge against the Red Army's tanks with their flesh and blood.

Even if the Japanese don't do that, would it be really safe to serve them? One day when they meet the guerrillas on the battlefield, wouldn't they be regarded as a life-and-death enemy by Fatty Zhang and others? Even if they put on a stance and fight head-on, the guerrillas could not defeat the Japanese, but they cut off one of the opponent's arm and ran away. However, the strength of the Black Stone guerrillas is also the favorite of the fat man Zhang in front of them. At that time, the White Russians standing under the Japanese army would probably have that arm, and they were chopped down by the guerrillas and chopped them up, and the Japanese would not feel pain.

"If you don't leave, we won't leave. Hong Ye has just died for more than a month, so you will drive us away. The surname Zhang, what is your intention?" Just when the Belarusian soldiers were uneasy, a thin guy suddenly came out of the log house at the innermost part of the International Camp, and asked at the top of his throat.

"Yes, yes, we won't leave. Hong Ye has said that since he joined the guerrillas, he will treat everyone as his own people. You have just taken office for a few days, why should you drive us away?" Several other troublemakers hiding in the dark agreed unwillingly. As "smart people" in the team, they keenly realized the danger and continued to let the atmosphere go dull. I am afraid that in the end, Zhang Songling promised everyone to leave with their own weapons and accompany them down the mountain together, but they could not get together a small team. The others were all washed by a few words, and they were willing to stay and live and die with the guerrillas.

"Who am I supposed to be? It turns out that he is the deputy of Yula Camp." Zhang Songling's eyes quickly showed two invisible cold lights, piercing the thin guy's eyebrows in the center.

The thin guy named Yula subconsciously took a half step back, and forced himself to stand firm and never hide in the log house again. Not only did he fight side by side with Zhang Songling, he could witness Zhang Songling, who looked chubby and harmless every time. With his agility and savory age and body shape, he killed the enemy with his back. Therefore, if he could not face the latter, he tried not to face the latter head-on, so as not to be completely suppressed by the latter. None of the thousands of tricks in his heart could be used.

"Where is Battalion Commander Leon, where is he? Why don't you let him out quickly?" Zhang Songling took a quick step forward and shouted in Yula's eyes.

Both sides are actually about the same height, but it seems that he is looking down. Yula, who is leading the trouble, is forced to retreat and has to raise her face and threaten loudly, "Don't let go, I just don't let go. What do you dare to do to me? At worst, we all die together. Anyway, I'm already bored. I'll make an extra profit of one."

After saying that, he thrust his buttons and broke all his shirt, revealing a row of wooden grenades covered by the cotton jacket. "If you have a habit, just hit it here. Anyway, everyone will die sooner or later with you. Why not just click and have fun."

"We, we also have grenades on our bodies." Five other crooked melons and bad datings walked out in a row in the dark room, each with open arms, and the grenades tied to them pulled out half of the strings in advance.

Little Leon was pushed out of the door by the two people walking at the back with their shoulders, and their bodies were tied with ropes, and their mouths were blocked with rags. His eyes were full of shame. Seeing Zhang Songling, his eyes were filled with shame. After struggling for a few times, he directly knocked his head towards the wooden pillar that acted as the door frame.

"Leon." "Hold him." Zhang Songling and Yula spoke one after another, but for the same purpose. Neither of them wanted Leon to die. Everyone knew that this person was the key to solving tonight's problem!

Little Leon's body was firmly held by the troublemakers, and he could not fulfill his wish to commit suicide. Zhang Songling and Yula looked at each other, their eyes colliding in the air, touching countless Mars like substance.
Chapter completed!