Chapter 2: Cross-flow (Five seconds)

If you have money, you are not allowed to buy rice and white flour, otherwise you will be searched and exterminated. You cannot leave if you work because your wages are low. Otherwise, you will be taken to fill the mine and opened many factories. However, the things produced are sent directly to Japan. The local area is sold to a very expensive place, and the goods in your mouth are not allowed to come in to suppress prices. After the Japanese flag, you will be shot and killed. The body is thrown on the street and your family will not be allowed to be collected. You will do business with Japanese merchants. The other party said that the price is as much as you want. You cannot bargain easily, otherwise you will be destined to lose your personal wealth.

The more the guerrillas listened, the more frightened they became, and the more they listened, the more depressed they became. The flames of anger slowly surged from their hearts, filling every pair of eyes, especially the few recruits standing guard at the command department. They almost instantly understood what the concept of a national slave instilled in the night school meant specifically, and their teeth choked unknowingly.

The so-called slave of the country is that you have money and cannot live like a person, otherwise you will touch the conquerors' reverse scales and be punished so that the whole family will die without a burial place; the so-called slave of the country is that you are not protected by any law, and the conquerors will deal with you as they want, without any excuses; the so-called slave of the country is that you kneel on the ground and accept the arrangement of fate, and the conquerors will also slash a few times on your neck, then point to your body and laugh loudly, telling his companions, look, this is a slave, the so-called slave of the country is that you are rich, poor, smart and stupid, and you will become a livestock that others can slaughter at will. The poor are in danger, and the rich are like a knife hanging on the head. Whether you can see the sun tomorrow depends entirely on the specific mood of the conquerors.

Since the Xinhai Revolution, the rulers of the Dongmeng grassland have been replacing each other like a lantern. Many people have been numb for a long time and have almost completely lost the concept of the country and nation in their hearts. However, at this moment, the new recruits who were fortunate to hear Zhao Tianlong's statement suddenly became extremely clear in their minds.

The Japanese did not regard the Chinese as their kind. Even though they were in the Northeast, Chahar and Guanlin built one puppet after another, even if they claimed that they were East Asian families, in fact, in their eyes, everyone was cow, sheep and slaves. Whether you are a Han, Mongolian, Daur, or Oroqen, in their eyes, they were all objects of slaughter and bullying at will. Fundamentally speaking, there was no difference.

"Why are the old and young men in the Northeast just holding it up like this?" The deputy old Hou of the first squadron heard it and asked gritted his teeth.

"How is it possible, starting from the group of Hong Ye and the others, the old and young men in the three northeastern provinces have never stopped resisting over the years." Zhao Tianlong rubbed his face, which was burned by alcohol, and his answer was very loud. "If you want to count, there are Northeast Anti-Japanese Allied Forces, Yang Jingyu, Zhou Baozhong, and Zhao Shangzhi, all of them are loud men. When everyone lifted it on the Green Forest Road, they secretly picked up their thumbs and counted to count, not far from Changchun City. There were several guerrillas moving, including ours and the Kuomintang. They gave the puppet emperor a lot of eye drops every day. One year, the Guandong Army was busy dispatching troops, but as soon as they got on the train, the police brigade of the puppet Manchukuo was overturned by the guerrillas. Several guerrillas joined forces and almost rushed into Changchun City. The dog emperor was so scared that he quickly asked the Kwantung Army for help and used the train to pull the Japanese soldiers back."

"Enough to plant." "It's man." The cadres and soldiers exclaimed in unison. Compared with the sparks on the grassland, the anti-Japanese teams in the three northeastern provinces are undoubtedly larger in scale, with more institutions, and the results achieved are more impressive. However, everyone will not underestimate themselves because of this. After all, the Black Stone Guerrillas are unique within a radius of 500 miles, and they once gave the Japanese a headache and couldn't sleep or eat.

As the newly appointed acting captain, what attracted Zhang Songling's attention at this moment was another detail, "You just said that the little Japanese transported most of the things produced in the factory back to their hometowns. Is the same as the grain? Most of the fine grains were transported back to their nests, so local people were not allowed to buy rice and white flour to eat," he said.

"Not only grain and daily groceries, but also medicinal materials and fur, they are also pulled into their nests in ships. But I heard the shopkeepers on the black market say that I didn't see it with my own eyes." Zhao Tianlong was slightly stunned when asked, thought for a while, and responded hesitantly.

"This battle probably dragged the Japanese devils himself down." Zhang Songling immediately smiled and analyzed with confidence. "The Japanese devils originally thought they could conquer China in three months, but they had to wait for three years. They had not seen hope. Millions of troops had to eat horses and chew oil to cars and provide bullets to soldiers. With their small islands, I guess the family wealth I had accumulated before was almost gone."

"Well, this is indeed reasonable." Zhao Tianlong nodded, and continued in a low voice with a little drunkenness, "I have also seen many Japanese kilns run by Japanese people in Changchun. According to local vendors, there are women who cannot eat in Japan. They borrowed money to buy boat tickets and went to the Northeast to sell them."

Although the Black Stone Guerrillas are a perfect monk temple, it does not mean that everyone can be pure and have no desires. Especially for some men who have become married and have lost it, the loneliness in the middle of the night is the most unbearable. I suddenly heard Zhao Tianlong mention the Japanese kiln, and his eyes immediately emitted light. Although he was not good at guerrilla discipline and asked about the details inside, he had an unconcealed interest in his words, "Why, Master Long didn't take care of their business. Are the Japanese girls beautiful? Can you accept the business of our Chinese?"

"Yes, Master Long, what does Japanese women feel like? You didn't secretly violate the discipline."

"Get out." Zhao Tianlong raised his hand and gave the guy who was asking the most, "I am the kind of person who doesn't love myself? Besides, I always have a box cannon on my waist, so how dare I take off my clothes casually?"

"But." He secretly glanced at Zhang Songling's face, and there was no obvious unpleasantness in the latter's eyes, so Zhao Tianlong decided to give everyone a try. "But I heard from local black market merchants that those Japanese women are always here. As long as you can afford to pay, she is willing to accept them no matter whether they are Japanese or not. As for whether they are willing to treat you as an old man after receiving the money, it is hard to say. Anyway, the few people I know who are well-known in the local area are unwilling to visit them, and I don't know whether they are afraid that they will turn against each other immediately after taking the money, or they will dislike them for being ugly."

"Hahahaha" everyone burst into laughter, especially a few male cadres who have become married, their smiles looked particularly dirty.

Unintentionally, everyone turned the topic away so far. Of course, Zhang Songling had no intention of continuing to analyze whether Japan's national strength could continue to support this protracted war. However, he was unwilling to let everyone continue to focus on the Japanese prostitutes, so he coughed a few times and asked in a low voice: "The Japanese have controlled so much of the tight goods. You and Zheng Xiaobao have not encountered any trouble, right? After I sent the traffic officer out, I began to regret it, for fear that he would make too much noise, which would attract the attention of the local police and put you two in a dangerous place."

This is completely nonsense. If something happens, Zhao Tianlong and the others will not be able to come back. However, when Zheng Xiaobao heard it, he felt very comfortable and couldn't wait to jump out and show off loudly, "No, Brother Long is very face-saving. Both the local black and white can find acquaintances. We also claimed to the outside world that it was purchasing medicinal materials for Prince Baiyin, so apart from meeting a few eyesless thieves on the way back, he basically did not encounter any trouble."

The little thief who had no eyes entered Yunlong's idea in the wilderness, and what would happen in the end? No need to ask, everyone could guess, look at each other and smile knowingly, and praise him in a slight manner, "That's right, our Brother Long is not an ordinary person. He was in the black and white back then, who had the courage to not buy his account?"

"Well, Brother Long is much better than us. If someone else goes, I guess I can't even find the door of the black market to open anywhere."

"Okay, okay, stop praising you, if you praise me, I won't know what my surname is." Zhao Tianlong waved his hand quickly and interrupted with a smile. "In fact, if anyone else goes, it won't delay any of you. Those who do black market transactions in the local area will not care about who they sell to. As long as you can afford money, they are eager to provide you with it. Only those who have been kicked by donkeys will watch you stop arresting the police, and no customer dares to come to his door again."

"That's also your Captain Zhao who has a great face."

"I guess they are afraid of provoking Team Zhao, and they accidentally ate the gun seed one day." Everyone laughed again and continued to respond in a verbal way.

Zhao Tianlong didn't want everyone to turn around him, and looked at Zhang Songling, and suddenly slapped his head hard and interrupted loudly, "Oh, look at my memory, I'm just spending my life with you. I forgot that our captain had an injury on his arm. Hurry up, Xiao Zheng, go to the warehouse to get a few anti-inflammatory powder bags we bought, and let Team Zhang try the effect first."

"No, no." Zhang Songling heard this and quickly waved his hand. "Yura didn't have time to exert force in this knife. She didn't cut it in through the thick cotton jacket. She didn't waste anti-inflammatory powder. Go and get me a bowl of white wine and then wrap it with a bandage."

"How could that happen? If there is a fire, will the team lose its backbone again?" The cadres then noticed that blood beads were still oozing out of Zhang Songling's arms, so they quickly surrounded him and persuaded him loudly.
Chapter completed!