Chapter 2: Cross-flow (Seventh)

"Really." Zhou Heikang staggered forward a few steps, turned around, his face changed rapidly as if he was suddenly stuffed into his neck.

Since he saw the guerrilla camp gate tonight, he has been controlled everywhere and his self-confidence has been severely damaged. At this moment, he suddenly heard that the red beard he admired the most in the past actually had such a high evaluation of himself. How could he dare to believe it easily? His eyes were staring at Zhang Songling's mouth, fearing that another twist would pop up in the other party's mouth.

"Of course." Unexpectedly, Zhang Songling did not tease him deliberately, but nodded and responded without hesitation, "Hong Ye once told me in person that there were many people present at that time. If you don't believe it, you can ask Lao Zheng and the others to verify it. He has always admired you and is grateful for the things you did for the guerrillas before. He also said that you have a pure character. Sometimes even if you do something stupid, it is definitely not out of your own intention, but,"

Listen, listen, Zhou Heichang's body froze on the spot, his eyes were hot, and his dark face was illuminated by torches. Zhang Songling's words did not seem to be made up. Even if it was added with the ingredients, it must have been extended from the original words of Hong Ye, who was the old man. Zhou Heichang could clearly feel that as a qualified master of horse thief, he had a very keen intuition about the authenticity of language. However, at this moment, he suddenly felt a little anxious that what Zhang Songling said was fake. Hong Ye had never looked down on him Zhou Heizi, and had never regarded him Zhou Heizi as a character. In the eyes of Hong Ye, he was a greedy and cunning bastard, a villain who forgot his righteousness when he saw profit. In order to gain some benefits, he put his friends on the scale plate to sell his despicable villain, a shameless person, a pitiful person who did not distinguish right from wrong, and a pitiful person who was lingering in lingering.

In that case, Zhou Heizi might feel better, and he might have the face to continue to pretend and take advantage of the opportunity of worshiping Hong Ye to continue to seize the foundation left by the old man. It was not his own intention, and how could it be that it was not his original intention? Last time, if it weren't for his greed in his heart, how could a mere foreign chief of staff be the leader of the independent battalion? How could it be that all brothers could rush to the temporary camp of the guerrillas in the wind and snow? This time, although he only brought a guard squad, his independent battalion was stationed in the pheasant 50 miles away, a little further away, and the 93rd Regiment of the newly formed 31st Division was eyeing it.

Thinking that he was rushing to come and recruit his remaining subordinates before the red beard was cold, Zhou Heicang felt a little upset again. Zhou Heicang, Zhou Heici, do you think you are a man? Even though he knew that you had a bad intention to come back, he still missed your benefits afterwards. But as for yourself, after he was exhausted from death, he also focused on his "family property". If he meets Hong Ye again in the future, what kind of face do you have to see him?

"Heizi, why are you stunned at this moment? Take two steps. I know you are tired. I insist on it. Take two more steps to reach our guerrilla conference room. Don't worry, with our friendship, Fatty and I will definitely not arrange a Hongmen banquet to entertain you." Zhao Tianlong didn't know that Zhou Heitan was fighting in his heart at this moment, for fear that he would be sick by Ye Feng, so he pushed his shoulder and started a joke loudly.

Zhou Heichang moved forward a few meters like a sleepwalking. Suddenly, he stopped his steps again. He shook his head with difficulty as if he had recovered from a serious illness, then smiled miserably and said in a low voice: "Drinking things should be slow down first. I want to give Mr. Hong a stick of incense to him first. He has been walking for more than a month. I have only taken the time to worship him. To be honest, I feel very sorry."

"You guy, you think of every thing you do, and every time you do." Zhao Tianlong was stunned for a moment, and shook his head with a smile, "Okay, then let me know, Xiao Zheng, go and notify the kitchen and let the meat be marinated first, and there is no hurry to put it in the pot."

"Oh." Zheng Xiaobao agreed and ran away quickly. The other guerrilla cadres silently gave up a passage and watched Zhang Songling, Zhao Tianlong and Zhou Heitang go straight to the cemetery behind the camp. The dead were the most important, and Zhou Heitang wanted to worship the Red Team, but of course they could not stop it, but no one believed that Zhou Heitang suddenly thought of the old love. The so-called worship was nothing more than a show for the guerrillas to see, and then take the opportunity to win people's hearts.

As expected, Zhou Heicang had just walked along with Zhang Songling for a third time, then stopped for the third time, turned his head, and shouted at the guards who were escorting the captive soldiers into the camp gate, "Just quickly, take these bastards to me to the tomb of Hongye. I will dig out their hearts and make wine and food for Hongye tonight."

"Give me your life,." When the prisoners heard this, they immediately collapsed in the snow like mud, robbed the ground with their heads, and cried and begged for mercy, "Give me your life, we really haven't done anything bad. We, we came to attack the guerrillas, were all forced by the Japanese, we already regret it, otherwise we wouldn't have been a waste of time, please spare me, Mr. Hei, good, Mr. Fat, you are good, let us go."

"Put their mouths into mud, a group of idiots, you have to find someone else to teach you such a thing," Zhou Heicang was upset and raised a pair of big eyes like cowbells and shouted at his own guards.

The guilt hidden deep in his heart could not be resolved for a while, and he could not find any way to express his apology to Red Beard. The only thing he could do now was to use the blood of these prisoners to bridge the deeper and deeper cracks between himself and Zhang Songling and Zhao Tianlong. He used the blood of these prisoners to comfort the Red Beard's Spirit of Heaven and told him that Zhou Heizi did not disappoint his evaluation. Although Zhou Heizi was a little confused and sometimes he was obsessed with greed, Zhou Heika was not a sinister villain who put his friends on a scale plate. Zhou Heika did something wrong and knew to make up for it quietly.

Several loyal guards were confused by scolding. They dug up a handful of soil mixed with snow from the ground with their fingers and stuffed them into the mouths of the prisoners. The puppet army prisoners knew that they were doomed tonight, so they pierced their heads into the snow and cried out loudly, "We, we are wronged. We are also the puppet army, and we are also for the sake of making a living. We did not want to be enemies with anyone, we."

"Forget it, Heizi." Zhang Songling suddenly spoke, listening to the puppet soldiers' ears, "Using this kind of cowardly heart to pay tribute to the Red Team will only make him dislike him and take them back for a casual disposal. I don't want to hear their wailing again."

"What you mean is that they are not even qualified to be sacrificed," Zhou Heichang looked up at Zhang Songling, asked hesitantly, and then gave the answer himself, "That's right, Hong Ye, he has been a hero all his life. If you want to sacrifice, you have to use the Japanese to sacrifice. How can these lackeys be worthy of putting them in front of his spirit, come here."

Before Zhang Songling could speak, he made his own decision, "Take these rotten garlic out of the camp and kill it, throw the body directly into the valley to feed the wolf."

"Yes." The guards pulled the captain's collar of the cotton jacket and dragged it out the door. The captains had just breathed a sigh of relief and walked to the gate of hell again. The legs were dragged on the snow like a sled, drawing two deep ditches. While struggling, they cried to Zhang Songling for help, "Fat Master, you are kind, be kind, be kind, and be kind, and be kind for us. We will be kind to be a cow and horse in the next life. No, no, we will be a cow and horse in this life. We are willing to join the guerrillas and make a cow and horse atone for the guerrillas and atone for the sins. Please, please give us a chance to atone for sins. We are really innocent."

"We guerrillas are not something that anyone can join." Zhang Songling shook his head disdainfully and refused the captives' plea without hesitation. But at the same time, he was unwilling to Zhou Heichang to kill people at the gate of his camp. After thinking about it, he turned his eyes to Zhou Heichang again, "Heizi, let them live a little longer and take them back to your independent battalion to deal with it. The Eighth Route Army has rules that if he does not kill prisoners, even if he is unforgivable, he must interrogate them first before publicly performing the firing."

"This" was blocked by Zhang Songling for two orders. Zhou Heicang felt very unhappy. However, this was the territory of the guerrillas. Since he no longer wanted to continue being a villain, he could not go against his master's wishes. His brows twitched a few times and gritted his teeth and took back Cheng's life. "Did you hear that? Captain Zhang doesn't want these bastards to dirty the guerrillas' territory. He takes them out of the door and freezes them first, and waits for the independence camp to be returned to the public trial."

"Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, Fat you, your great kindness." Without waiting for the guards to take action, the prisoners immediately got up from the snow and rolled and ran out of the camp gate, for fear of being too late to escape from Zhou Heicang's sight, so they changed their words again and directly killed their lives.

After accidentally experiencing such a ridiculous farce, the tension between the host and the host quietly eased a lot. Watching his guards escort the prisoners out of the guerrilla camp, Zhou Heichang raised his head and vomited a long white breath into the sky. Then, while smiling bitterly, he begged: "Fatty, otherwise let's just put the wine table in front of Hongye Ling, and fill him with a bowl of wine, and then the three of us drink and chat. With Hongye's temperament, we probably wouldn't think that we are rude as juniors."

"Yes." Zhang Songling couldn't guess what was in Zhou Heichang's gourd, but based on his intuition, he felt that the other party's momentum and attitude were very different from before. He hesitated for a moment and nodded slightly, "Okay, Mr. Hong liked the most fun during his lifetime. Today, we will accompany him to drink a few bowls."

"It's not a few bowls, it's just a drink. Only three of us, Brother Long, you and me, at most, at most, add Lao Zheng." Zhou Heicang suddenly revealed his nature again, biting Zhang Songling's head, and getting more and more flawed.
Chapter completed!