Chapter 1: Cross-flow (Three List)

The reason why Zhang Songling had wasted so much effort on the bearded was to force out the main person who caused trouble this time. However, he had never expected that the other party had prepared enough. Not only did he hijack Lieon, he also tied grenades to the leader and several best friends.

As the helmsman of the entire guerrilla brigade, Zhang Songling certainly could not watch Leon being buried by the troublemakers, but at this critical moment, it was impossible to make too much concessions in public, which would damage the overall interests of the guerrillas. He first stared at the eyes of the Yula Battalion's deputy, and looked at it with a concentration for a while, forcing the other party to look away first, then suddenly shrugged and said with a smile: "It's interesting, it's so interesting. You actually threatened me with your own lives. I can't walk now. You can play slowly by yourself. When you are tired of playing, go out to greet me. I can come and arrange someone to give you dry food on the way."

After saying that, he didn't look at the shocked expression bursting from the other person's face. He turned around and secretly gave Lao Zheng a look, and walked out of the camp with great strides.

The deputy elder Zheng of the first squadron was stunned for a moment, then quickly understood Zhang Songling's hint, bent down, picked up the light machine gun with his right hand and carried it on his shoulder, waved his other arm to greet the dark window around him, "I'm leaving, I'm leaving, I want to follow the guerrillas. I'll follow me to the top of the mountain to stay here. Let's lend this camp to the deputy Yula camp first, no, I'll lend it to Yula's boss."

"Hulala." At least half of the Belarus soldiers who were hiding behind the window and watching the situation ran out, followed Lao Zheng, quickly stayed away from the place of right and wrong. The bearded man sitting on the ground pretending to sob, and felt that the development of the situation tonight was very different from what he had imagined in advance. He looked at each other, slowly got up, and followed the abortion and sneaked out secretly.

"Stop." Unexpectedly, Zhang Songling didn't take his trick at all. He solved all the problems with just a withdrawal. The deputy of Yula Camp was anxious and pulled his hand to the fuse string at his waist, threatening at the top of his lungs, "No one is allowed to leave, no one is allowed to leave. If you leave, I will pull the string."

"Let's go to hell with Battalion Commander Leon." Several of his best friends also pale and incoherently spoke.

The soldiers walking outside the camp and the troublemakers who were hesitating out of the wooden house both stopped and looked at Zhang Songling. Many of them had not wanted to stop the conspiracy of Yula's deputy, but Lieon was restrained by the first time, and everyone was inevitably a little jealous. After all, the latter was the only son of Ivanov, the white-bearded man, and everyone could not push him into the Jedi with his own hands.

With everyone's pleading eyes, Zhang Songling slowly turned around and shook his head gently, "You don't dare, I bet you don't dare to pull the strings. If you are really not afraid of death, you wouldn't have taken the lead in mutiny just over a month ago."

He spoke very slowly in the last sentence. At the end, he almost beat them word by word. When the White Russian soldiers around him heard it, they had more or less unnatural expressions on their faces. They were killed by the guerrillas and the independent battalion because of their civil strife. Almost all those who waited for everyone were dead. It was Red Beard who generously forgave them, took them in, and sent them back their horses and weapons, allowing them to fight under the same flag with the guerrillas. It was Red Beard who provided them with separate camps and numbers, allowing them to transfer their love for the old boss Ivanov to Leon. It was Red Beard who provided them with higher treatment than the guerrillas themselves, and never tried to treat them as cannon fodder.

What did they use to repay the kindness of Red Beard? Taking advantage of the opportunity of the other party being buried, they quickly planned to leave with their horses and no matter how hard they did, would it make the Black Stone guerrillas, which had already struggled, even some people tried to follow the Yula battalion to take over the entire guerrillas, and use the Red Beard to spend all their hardships to recreate the former glory of the White Russian horse thief.

Is this what people do? Even if everyone is a horse thief, at least they must distinguish clearly. Don’t become a group of wild beasts without any reason. If the soul of the Red Beard is really uneasy and still wandering on the grassland, how could he not walk into the dream in the middle of the night and question everyone what they did today? When that is, who dares to look up his head and look at his eyes, and who dares to answer any questions from him?

No, even Yula himself, who was leading the trouble, felt a sense of silence when he heard the word "Hong Ye", even though he had used the words "Red Beard" to accuse Zhang Songling of being ruthless and unrighteous.

However, if you want to do big things, you cannot regard yourself as a normal person. Thinking of the many benefits of making trouble, Yula made up his mind, put on a righteous look, and quibbled at the top of his lungs, "I, I, I have not mutiny, you are talking nonsense, I, I just want to find a way out for everyone. If, if you refuse to give it to me, we have to pull you and take you and Leon to die."

"I am now twenty meters away from you, and it has exceeded the killing range of wooden grenades." Zhang Songling curled his lips again, and was unceremonious to break the spot.

When the Belarus soldiers around him heard this, they instinctively kept their bodies away from Yula and others. They really couldn't bear to watch Leon being killed by the troublemakers, but it would be too difficult to let them be buried with them.

Seeing this scene, Yula Camp's deputy became more and more angry. He pulled out a grenade from his waist and raised it high above his head. "Stop it for me, and hide again, I will throw it directly on top of your head. Why are you so spineless? He obviously doesn't care about your life or death, and you still have to follow him."

"I was not me who was going to kill everyone just now." Zhang Songling quickly grabbed the other party's words and said in surprise.

"I, I" Yula was asked with a slight silence, and took a step back, pressing her butt tightly against the wooden house, and stutteringly, "I, I didn't say I really wanted to blow it up, I just wanted to wake up these people, let them not continue to follow you to the dead end."

"Wake up, this word sounds so fresh. Do you just wake up someone like that? If the other person doesn't wake up, you might as well take someone's life?"

"Then, that's better than them continuing to follow you." Yura raised the grenade and shook it back and forth, continuing to mess around. "You think about it carefully, think about how many people we were when we joined the guerrillas. After only more than a year, we died in battle. It's enough for the Red Beard to repay everyone. Why bother to stay in the guerrillas and wait until the last one is left to die in battle."

This sentence finally came to the hearts of the White Russian soldiers. Red Beard is indeed good to everyone, but over the past year, the international camp's war loss rate has been too large. At that time, nearly one hundred people were now only half left, and the other half were either killed on the battlefield or captured by the Japanese and disappeared.

"Red beard is kind to us, but Fatty Zhang is not." Seeing everyone's steps turn their heads toward him, Yula Battalion Deputy was overjoyed and quickly opened his mouth and spewed out venom. "Now the person who has kind to us has passed away. We don't owe Fatty Zhang, why leave it for him to work hard? Besides, we are not Chinese, and we can't even see the hope of victory. We are foolishly following the guerrillas to die. What do we want?"

Yes, even Mr. Hong was exhausted himself. Everyone stayed behind and could see any hope. The White Russian soldiers who had already wanted to follow Lao Zheng to the top of the mountain stopped in their original position, and their eyes were filled with confusion. They were not Chinese and did not want to sacrifice their faith. This war between China and Japan really seemed to be as said to Yula. It had nothing to do with them. Since there was no one, why both of them were on the side that seemed to be losing? They escaped from their own country and struggled to survive until now. Are they really boring to live and have to seek death by themselves?

"Bao, sbang, sbang!" Someone began to applaud Yula loudly. The White Russian soldiers turned around, but were shocked to find that it was Zhang Songling himself who was applauding.

"Okay, well said, really well said." Zhang Songling's eyes slowly swept through everyone's confused faces, neither disappointment nor any anger. "You are indeed not Chinese. This war seems to have nothing to do with you. But I want to ask, who invited you to China? You stayed in the guerrillas and could not see the hope of victory. But I would like to ask again, can you find a way out if you follow the deputy of Yula camp?"

The answer to him was a silence. Why did he fall into China? It was because they had no living space in their motherland and could not see the hope of victory in the guerrillas. They followed Yula and continued to be horse thieves. There was only a little bit of people, neither supply nor backing. What awaited everyone was not a dead end!

"That's better than following you, too."

"Yes, the surname Zhang, we don't like you." Yula and others were afraid that the situation they finally moved back was easily moved by Zhang Songling, jumping and making a loud noise.

Zhang Songling looked at them disdainfully, then saw that the voice rose a little, and said to everyone: "You are all adults. I won't talk about the great truth. Let's talk about the war in front of you first. No matter who loses in the war in front of you, the winner will definitely work hard to calm the grassland. At that time, what should you choose? Even if you want to put down your weapons and learn what you are doing today, and the winning side will give you another chance to be a new person."

"We, we go to Outer Mongolia and Russia."

"That's a long time later, and we can't control it now." Yula and others were anxious, but could not find a strong statement to refute Zhang Songling, so they had to continue to use the method of making noises and mess around.

Zhang Songling was not angry, smiled and continued, "I'm afraid no one can guarantee whether an Outer Mongolia will exist in the future. Even if it exists, why should people treat you a group of horse thieves as their own people? As for the Soviet Union, I won't say anything that hurts people. If you really accept you, why do you have to wait until now?"

The soldiers of the White Russian soldiers bowed their heads and felt very sad. As the saying goes, one step is wrong, every step is wrong. Since the moment they themselves or their fathers chose to fight against the Red Army, they have completely become a group of lonely ghosts without their motherland. On the grassland, a group of horse thieves who hate people will die sooner or later. When they return to the current Soviet Union, they are even more worried that they will not die fast enough. According to the rumors from there, even many combat heroes of the Soviet Red Army were pulled out to fight back. How could these guys with stains all over their bodies be safe?

"In fact, you have no motherland. Many of you were born in China and had half of the Chinese blood flowing." Taking advantage of the sadness of the Belarusian soldiers, Zhang Songling continued to advise patiently. His voice was a little immature, but it could touch the only softness in everyone's hearts. "You can think that this war has nothing to do with you, and you can also be a lack of the Japanese Kwantung Army. But the Japanese devils will not treat you as their own people. They are in a proud state and do not lack the strength of yours. Even if they win by chance, you are still a group of homeless men and can be kicked away at any time, without any guilt in others."

After a pause, he tried his best to give everyone time to think, and then continued to add, "If you fight side by side with the guerrillas, the situation will be completely different. There is a saying in China that adding icing on the cake is better to help you in time. Even if the guerrillas cannot see the hope of victory, we can create hope together. We Chinese are a nation that knows how to be grateful. If you fight side by side with us today, we will treat you as your brother and your compatriots. In the future, we will win. You and your children can celebrate with us and cheer with us, and then settle down here, say, your wife, build a house, reproduce your descendants, treat yourself as Chinese, and treat this place as your own home."

Is it really possible to regard myself as a Chinese, regard China as my home, fight for her, and then cheer for victory? The Belarusian soldiers never dared to think so. Even though they fought with the guerrillas some time ago under the same banner, they could never regard themselves as a member of the guerrillas and regard Lamagou Qilin Ridge as their new home. They are a group of people without a motherland, and also a group of people without souls and futures. They are ashamed of being a natural fighting nation, but now they live like wild dogs with broken backs, living timid and humble.

What Zhang Songling just said undoubtedly made them see another way of living, treating China as their motherland, treating the grassland as their home, defending her, and fighting for her.
Chapter completed!