Chapter 2: Cross-flow (Seven Seven)

The first squadron leader Zheng first helped Zhang Songling deal with the mutiny in the international camp tonight, and then accompanied Zhao Tianlong to sacrifice the spirits to the Red Beard. Next, he also listened to the latter's report on the gains of his trip to Changchun and led his men to prevent Zhou Heichang from attacking in the dark. After a series of busyness, he was so tired that he was almost unsteady in the standing. However, he was notified by the guard that Captain Zhang asked him to drink with the guests. He still grabbed the snow and wiped it on his face a few times, and forced himself to cheer up and walked to the cemetery behind the camp.

He knew very well that Zhang Songling and Zhao Tianlong had to accompany him, not because he had a good alcohol tolerance, but because he wanted to give him a testimony next to him. In this panic, the two captains Zhang and Zhao were alone to entertain Zhou Heicang, the independent battalion commander Zhou Heicang, which was indeed easy to cause unnecessary misunderstandings. In addition, he had some disagreements in his heart about Zhou Heicang's inviting the guerrillas to come out to intercept the Eryu Squadron. He had been busy with secret alert tasks and had no chance to mention it to Zhang Songling. After receiving Zhou Heicang, he could have another frank exchange with Zhang and Zhao.

When they arrived in the cemetery, the soldiers had already lit torches and carbon basins in the open space in front of the Red Beard’s grave and set up a table. The guards of the independent battalion wanted to help pour wine, but were pushed by Zhou Heichang, the battalion commander, and personally picked up the wine jar, poured three large bowls in one breath, then brought one of them over his eyebrows, slowly walked to the front of the tombstone step by step, and bowed to the salute: "Hong Master, Heizi is here to see you. Don't blame Heizi for coming late. Take a few sips first. Heizi will apologize to you."

As he spoke, he poured half of the wine in the bowl into the air, and most of the remaining half was placed respectfully in front of the red beard's grave.

Before Zhang Songling could thank the guerrillas on behalf of the guerrillas, he quickly picked up the second bowl, raised it to the tombstone of the Red Beard, and said loudly: "Hong Master, Heizi did this bowl by himself. You always watched from the side. Heizi used to do something wrong. Please don't bother with Heizi. You are the person Heizi admire the most. In the past, he is still."

After saying that, he drank it all again, and then he didn't even look at the astonished expressions on the faces of the people around him. He raised the third bowl and continued to shout at the tombstone of the Red Beard: "Hong Master, everyone else treats Heizi as a bastard. Only you understand Heizi, understand that Heizi can't make his own decisions in many cases. This bowl is thanked by Heizi. Heizi thanked you for your fair words. Heizi swears that even if you die in this life, you will never dare to let down your trust."

When he said the emotional part, his eyes turned red in an instant, and his voice was obviously trembling. The guards who followed him were worried about the body of his battalion commander, so he stepped forward and tried to persuade him to take a breath before drinking, but he raised his left leg and kicked him out, "Get out, I'm drinking with Master Hong. What are you here to get involved? What do you two know? What do you two know? What do you two know? Nothing is fucking not to understand."

The other guards who tried to come to persuade him saw that their companions were beaten, all retreated awkwardly. Zhou Heichang raised his head and poured the whole bowl of strong wine into his stomach, then stretched out his big hand, wiped the tears and the wine at the corner of his mouth, and let out a gentle laugh, slowly turned around, and said to Zhang Songling, who was expressing his gratitude to him on behalf of the entire guerrilla team, "You are a blessing. You took over the mantle of Hong Ye and were taken care of by him for so long. You know, since I was in my teens, I began to explore how to be a horse thief boss. In the middle of the night, I was so scared that I hid my quilt and cried. When I woke up the next morning, I had to pretend like a little adult! No matter how big or small, I decided on my own."

"Brother Zhou is young and promising, how can I compare to me?" Unexpectedly, Zhou Heitan's change was so fast, Zhang Songling couldn't adapt, and smiled embarrassedly and responded in a low voice.

"Bad." Zhou Heikang sneered and shook his head, "Bad, young and promising, dare not pretend to know everything? At that time, I just showed a little timid in front of everyone. The next day, the body would have to lie in the wilderness and feed the wolf. Do you know what the green forest is and what the rules of the martial arts world are. The rules of the martial arts world are that everyone regards themselves as wolves. If the wolf king fails one day, he will be bitten by the male wolf who comes to challenge, and then torn to pieces by his original minions."

This was a bit too careless to pay attention to the occasion. Moreover, in addition to the guerrillas who helped barbecue, there were also guards under Zhou Heikang's own command standing at the wine table. When Zhang Songling heard this, he waved his hand and pointed the conversation loudly at another place. "Heizi, you are facing the wind and snow all the way, and I must be exhausted. Come on, let's get a piece of barbecue to cushion your belly first, and then hold the wine bowl and chat slowly."

"Tired, who is not tired when you live? I, Zhou Heicang, you, Fatty Zhang, and Brother Long are also tired, and Lao Zheng, you have red eyes, how many days have you not slept well? Oh, they are all born to suffer and be exhausted. When you fall asleep like Master Hong, you will never be tired any day." Zhou Heicang obviously got himself drunk, and his thick fingers rumbled on everyone's faces impolitely, and his words in his mouth were also a hammer and a stick.

Zhang Songling couldn't find a suitable language to respond, so he had to pick up a knife to help Zhou Heichang cut the meat. The latter first took a few bites, and then asked someone to fill the wine bowl in front of him, raised it high, and invited the others at the same table, "Fatty, Brother Long, Lao Zheng, let's go one, I'll do it first, you can do it as you please."

Zhang Songling, Zhao Tianlong and Lao Zheng looked at each other, and they all felt that Zhou Heikang seemed to be sincere in trying to pour him into death tonight. However, before they could think of how to deal with it, the large porcelain bowl in the latter's hand had been turned upside down, leaving only a drop of wine hanging on the edge of the bowl, reflecting the fire, shining, and just refused to continue falling.

The three of them had no choice but to bite the bullet and accompany a bowl. Before they could eat, Zhou Heichang had already picked up the second bowl and said with a wry smile: "Fatty just said, the three of us brothers will not have many opportunities to sit together in the future. I feel very similar. Since it is rare to drink once, why not drink it? Come on, Brother Long, Fatty, let's go one more of our brothers, Lao Zheng, you can do whatever you want."

"Then there is no need to drink so urgently, it's still early in the morning." Hearing this, even Zhao Tianlong, the most generous, could not stand Zhou Heizi anymore. He glanced at him and advised in a negotiated tone.

"You can drink it slowly, I like to be stuffy." Zhou Heicang didn't argue with him, turned the wine bowl upside down on his mouth, and poured it in one breath.

In less than five minutes, almost two kilograms of Lao Baigan were drunk by him on an empty stomach. No matter how good the alcohol content was, he couldn't hold on. Zhou Heichang's dark face showed a thick fishy red color, and there was constant heat sweat on his forehead and ends of his hair. When Zhang Songling saw it, he couldn't help but put the wine bowl down first, persuaded him to eat more meat as his master to breathe a sigh of relief. Unexpectedly, Zhou Heichang was not grateful at all. He stood up and snatched the wine jar, filled it with himself, poured it down, and then slowly placed the wine bowl on the table, stood up and said, "Brother Long, fat man, I know you are guarding against me. The three of us brothers have been like this. To be honest, I feel very uncomfortable, as if they were stabbed by a knife. I wish I could die of drunkenness now!"

"Heizi, what you said is boring." Zhao Tianlong also put down his wine bowl and grew up. "It is normal for the guerrillas to be on guard in an extraordinary period. Not only you, but anyone suddenly comes to the door with a gun, we have to be very energetic to deal with it. Besides, you, Zhou Heichang, now have a special identity, and every move may contain a special meaning."

"I didn't say it was all your responsibility to make it like this." Zhou Heicang stared at Zhao Tianlong with red eyes, with a sad face, "I didn't say it, I just felt uncomfortable. When I was a horse thief, I was able to live and die with you two. Now I have been cleansed of my identity, but I can't be brothers with you anymore. I feel uncomfortable, just uncomfortable."

"Who is the responsibility?" Zhao Tianlong shrugged and sneered in a low voice, "It's a big deal that makes people feel good, if your brothers have not changed the color of their hearts, what's the thing about luck?"

"Yes, good fortune is not something." Zhou Heikang seemed to have made up his mind to not argue with Zhao Tianlong tonight, just complaining about himself. "It always allows you to see the good side, and then hides the price you need to pay in the corner. If you accidentally get into it, you will be in the way."

After saying that, he picked up the remaining half bowl of wine and continued to pour it into his mouth. Seeing this, Zhang Songling felt sad. He stood up and grabbed the edge of the wine bowl. "Slow down, don't drink so quickly. Can't we sit together and drink now? Why do you have to pick up things that are disappointing? Besides, the guerrilla camp gate has always been open to you Zhou Heizi. If you want to come over to drink and eat meat, come over at any time. Who in the entire independent camp can still stop you?"

"Of course no one can stop me. If anyone dares to stop me, I will shoot him up." Zhou Heicang struggled to drink all the wine, then let go of the wine bowl, and sighed with a smile, "But I, I can't break everyone. I finally found a right way for them and couldn't pull them all out."

"It's not necessarily the right way." Zhao Tianlong didn't know how to comfort others at all, so he just stabbed Zhou Heichang in the heart.

Zhou Heichang turned a deaf ear to his sarcasm, suddenly grabbed Zhang Songling's hand, smiled, and whispered: "Fatty, this time, I really only brought the guard squad. The Independent Battalion is stationed in the pheasant 50 miles away. Without your permission, I would never dare to move forward half a step forward."

"Heizi, you are too careful." Zhang Songling looked at Lao Zheng first, and then responded with a smile, "Actually, you can't eat me even if you bring them to the foot of the mountain. The mutton you brought last time was frozen in the cellar, so I happened to take it out to borrow flowers to offer Buddha."

"I don't mean that, don't interrupt." Zhou Heichang repeatedly gave in to Zhao Tianlong, who was cold and verbally speaking, and suddenly became angry at Zhang Songling, "You know what I really mean, don't always pretend to be stupid with me. You Fatty Zhang, obviously more sophisticated than anyone else, as if you are a thousand-year-old ghost."

"Anyway, have you not brought your brothers here?" Zhang Songling responded with a smile, "Since I haven't brought them here, why should I think too much? Besides, if I really brought them here, what can I do? If I don't open the camp gate and let you in, can you really make a ruthless move? "

Although these two sentences seem long-lasting, they just gave the two sides a perfect way. Zhou Heichang was stunned when asked, then sighed and slowly sat down: "I finally understand why Mr. Hong chose you to inherit his legacy among such people. He really has vision and cannot be admired."

"Brother Zhou is over, I'm also pushing the ducks to the shelves." Zhang Songling was a little embarrassed by the praise, and waved his hand to be polite, but Zhao Tianlong raised the wine bowl very proudly, sipped his sip, and said proudly: "That's right, don't you see who Hong Ye is. We can't learn his skills in our lifetime."

Zhou Heichang smiled and shook his head again, his expression on his face was helpless and determined, "Some words may be boring, but today I will talk casually with the alcohol, Fatty, just listen casually. After drinking this wine, we will forget it and no one will mention it again. Do you think it is okay?"

"Okay." Zhang Songling thought for a while, and Zheng pointed out.

With the previous preparation, Zhao Tianlong and Lao Zheng also understood that Zhou Heikang had voluntarily given up the idea of ​​annexing the guerrillas. Then his next words would probably be of some importance, so both of them put down their wine and meat and made a statement of scrutiny. Zhou Heikang sighed first, and then said confidently: "Actually, I am sincerely for the sake of you and Brother Long, Fatty, Chongqing gave General Fu several division numbers this time, and General Fu did not have so many soldiers at all. Now it is a rare opportunity for you and my brothers to advance. Of course, you don't like to listen to this, so I just said it casually, and after saying it."

Although he repeatedly emphasized that he was talking nonsense, Zhao Tianlong didn't want to let him go, so he curled his lips and responded disdainfully, "Then you come as a lobbyist for others. What benefits do they promise you? The commander or the brigade commander. Do I want me to congratulate you in advance and pour you wine and congratulate you."

"Someone heard about Fatty and you, and wanted to pull you two over. Of course, it was mainly Fatty. He is far more famous than You in the division headquarters of the New 31st Division." Zhou Heichang neither admitted nor denied it. He smiled and continued to add, "The condition was to be a cavalry regiment. If Fatty was willing to join, he would be the deputy commander who could lead troops under his command. The military rank was calculated as the one he had before. My independent battalion was the first cavalry battalion. Fatty and you each gave the organization and equipment of the battalion. The chief commander was appointed by the superiors, but he would not work for too long. Once the transition was over, he would leave, and the real commander would come out of the three of us."

The conditions are indeed very tempting, so it is no wonder that Zhou Heikang can't control his original intention, but for Zhang Songling, who has died once, it really doesn't have much attractiveness. Moreover, the teacher's number is still 31, which makes him unable to get any interest.

"I did a good job with the guerrillas, but thank you for thinking about me." Zhang Songling said at a very slow speech, "But you should also know that I have promised Hong Ye to keep the guerrillas stall for him. What our brothers promised people cannot be said to be."

"I know, I know, so I greet you in advance. All the nonsense just now is counting as if they were afraid of causing a misunderstanding, Zhou Heicang couldn't wait to emphasize again.

"Thank you to other people in the 31st Division who are thinking about me." Zhang Songling rubbed his eyes and continued to add with a smile, "I will bring you a good idea to them after I go back. By the way, with this number, I can't go back."

"Why." Zhou Heicang was confused by the second half of the sentence and asked instinctively.
Chapter completed!