Chapter 2: Cross-flow (8)

"They?" Zhou Heicang blinked his dry eyes and tried hard to figure out who the word "they" refers to. However, he drank too much and too hard tonight, and his whole brain was basically in a state of numbness. He could not connect these sentences with Zhang Songling's previous personal experience. He scraped his stomach for a long time, but couldn't find any clues. He had to smile bitterly and nodded, adding angrily: "Okay, so I can have something to reply to the division department, so that people will always think that I am not attentive to do things."

"If you don't do your best, when did you fall behind the Japanese? Is it considered to be doing your best to do your best?" Zhang Songling frowned slightly and angrily said for Zhou Heichang.

"Hey, don't mention it." Zhou Heicang immediately sighed again, feeling depressed, "Anyway, some people don't like me, who makes me study less and far away from the teacher's headquarters."

"If you read a lot, you may not understand the truth." Zhao Tianlong also keenly noticed the anger in Zhou Heichang's words, and held the wine bowl to open his eyes for him. After the words came, he suddenly felt that he had put Zhang Songling in. He quickly smiled and continued to add: "Of course, there are also those who are both profound and smart like Fatty, but very few!"

Unexpectedly, the conversation was around me and then around me. Zhang Songling waved his hand modestly, "I don't even have time to study in college."

"It's enough. At least you haven't been confused about your reading. Unlike some people, you can quote scriptures with your mouth, but they are all wrong. " Zhou Heichang refused to miss this opportunity to persuade him to drink. He raised the wine cup and invited him loudly again, "Come on, toast to the fat man for not reading it stupidly."

"You." Zhang Songling smiled bitterly and said, "Here you can't help but raise the wine bowl to accompany you. Zhou Heichang was unhappy in the New 31st Division. He had noticed this just now, but when he thought about it, he realized that this was normal. The National Revolutionary Army has always paid attention to being close and alienated, and the status of the direct and side-sects is very different. Although Fu Zuoyi is known for his rigor and fairness, he may not be able to go against the trend. Zhou Heichang and his independent battalion are undeniable foreign households. Not to mention that they have no qualifications and have no support, they were only a company when they first accepted the adaptation. This person "picked" the battalion commander position. It would be strange if the prides of heaven who graduated from the division headquarters of the New 31st Division who did not find the opportunity to lead the troops.

Just as he was thinking about how to say a few words to comfort the poor Zhou Heicang, he suddenly heard Zhao Tianlong put the empty wine bowl on the table and suggested loudly, "I said, Heizi, since you are unhappy in the thirty-one, why should you be so angry? Find an opportunity to bring the team to the Eighth Route Army. Although the treatment here is a little worse, I can guarantee that any of our Black Stone Guerrillas will definitely not look at your independent battalion differently."

"This,." Zhou Heicang, who was drinking by himself, was almost choked, was stunned for a moment, and complained bitterly: "I won't let you join the 31st Division. You, you guys actually pulled me in the opposite direction. How could this be possible? How much effort did I have to clean up my brothers' identities? You can't waste all your efforts just because of a little grievance."

"Breaking nonsense, you are also fighting the Japanese. Your New 31st Division is white. Why is our Eighth Route Army's North Military Sub-district a black one?" Zhao Tianlong spitted on the ground and retorted disdainfully, "You Zhou Heizi said that you had 1,000 swords and 10,000 yuan, but you are still reluctant to give up the little food and salary. You are really getting backwards as you live. I am always afraid that no one will support you. Before you were adapted, I didn't see your Black Wolf Gang hungry."

Zhou Heikang's face turned purple when he was scolded, and his hands holding the wine bowl were trembling constantly. He wanted to find a few powerful words to refute, but his brain refused to obey the order at all. After a long time of his lips, he raised his head and drank himself, and sighed: "It's not as easy as you said. If it's really easy to find a way out by yourself, Master Hong wouldn't be so tired that he fell asleep so early. Oh, let's not talk about these things today. You and I have their own choices, so don't force each other, but"

Looking at Zhang Songling with concern and Zhao Tianlong with disdain, he shook his head and smiled bitterly, and said with his tongue: "But he is back again. You will not look down on the New 31st Division. They are at least the leader and Yeer. Unlike your Eighth Route Army, their status has not yet been settled. I heard that the Central Committee will no longer pay the Eighth Route Army. Now, General Fu Zuoyi is also forced to draw a clear line with you. Maybe one day the central government suddenly made a ruthless move, and even the number of your Eighth Route Army must be cancelled. You are very capable, and it doesn't matter at that time. If you don't leave me here, you will have to find a way out for your brothers."

After saying that, I didn't want to listen to other people's explanations or rebuttals, so I fell on the table and fell drunk.

"This black carbon head is a bit misleading." Zhao Tianlong smiled and curled his lips, "Hurry up and find a few people to drag him into the guest room. It's a cold day, if he gets a problem with freezing, it will be countless troubles."

"Yeah." Zhang Songling smiled and nodded, turned around and called a few young soldiers who helped barbecue by the charcoal fire, and asked them and the guards of the independent battalion to carry Zhou Heichang to the guest room for rest with chairs. Then he called Lao Feng, the chief of the cooking squad, and asked him to take the barbecue stall and wine into the cafeteria, and open another table there to entertain the guards who had not had a meal. Next, he arranged people to clean up the wine table and the martyrs' cemetery, clean up the fire for lighting and heating. After everything was arranged clearly, he turned his head slowly and dragged his fatigue toward his residence.

Zhao Tianlong and Lao Zheng followed him silently, looking at his obviously thin shoulders, with a full face of concern. Just now, Zhou Heikang was mainly at the table, but others were not dizzy. Therefore, after careful screening of some drunk words, some very important information left behind, which was enough to be surprising.

The only one who was fighting the Black Stone Guerrillas was Zhou Heicang. There were many people in the new 31st Division under General Fu Zuoyi's command, and the reason why the new 31st Division extended its hands to the grassroots team of the Eighth Route Army was closely related to the current major policies of the entire country.

The central government has been restricting the development of the Eighth Route Army in terms of military pay and material supply. This is something that has been pointed out in the internal documents issued by the Military Sub-district. Zhao Tianlong and Lao Zheng were not surprised, but there has always been very close cooperation between Fu Zuoyi's troops and the Eighth Route Army. Now, even General Fu Zuoyi's position has been forced to change. I am afraid that for the entire Eighth Route Army, the future living environment will become increasingly difficult.

"Zhou Heikang will not come again for the third time, but he is probably not the last one." Zhang Songling, who was walking in front, suddenly turned around, and the heat exhaled from his mouth was blown up by the wind, turning into wisps of white smoke in the night sky.

"You didn't drink too much, either!" Zhao Tianlong and Lao Zheng were caught off guard, stunned, and asked in surprise.

"I want to relieve my worries like Zhou Heichang." Zhang Songling shrugged and smiled helplessly, "But later thinking about it, my head will hurt a lot tomorrow morning, so I didn't dare to drink myself down."

This joke is not humorous at all. Zhao Tianlong and Lao Zheng shook their heads helplessly, thought for a while, and said one after another: "Yes, even if you get drunk, you can't solve the problem. It's better to be more happy and start to find a way to solve it now."

"Well, take one step at a time, anyway, living people will not be suffocated to death by peeing."

"Yes." Zhang Songling sighed and nodded, slowed down, and invited the two of them, "Let me have a walk around, I will definitely not be able to sleep tonight anyway, so I'd just go check the ward, just use it as exercise."

"No problem." Zhao Tianlong and Lao Zheng agreed in unison, walked quickly to Zhang Songling, and accompanied the latter on the left and right to slowly walk into the snow.

The water vapor in the early spring snowflakes was very strong, and they were frozen together by the night wind. When they stepped on them, they made a squeaking sound. None of the three of them was no longer joking. While listening to the sound of the snow being trampled, they quickly started to think. After a while, Lao Zheng was the first to express his opinion. "Actually, I think being taken aback may not be a completely bad thing."

"How to say this, can you always say it a little more carefully? Sorry, I'm a little confused now and not very sensitive." Zhang Songling respected this old guerrilla backbone who is experienced but does not like to fight for power and profit. He looked up at him and asked very seriously.

"Don't be so polite." Lao Zheng waved his hand and whispered, "You are the captain, and it is appropriate to help you with advice. As long as you don't mind my lack of knowledge, you can always come up with bad ideas."

"You have richer experience than the two of us together, how could you come up with all the wrong ideas?" Zhang Songling smiled and whispered a compliment again.

This eagerness to learn made Lao Zheng feel very comfortable, so he nodded and said in a very low voice: "Being so many people think of it means that our guerrillas have a very good reputation outside. The more our guerrillas have a reputation outside, the less others dare to force us to submit with force. In that case, it will easily cause condemnation from the national public opinion. The National Government is forced to be impatient, and in the end, it will inevitably lead to the perpetrators to comfort people's hearts."

"Well, that's true." Zhao Tianlong grabbed the snow from the ground, put it in his palm and squeezed it into the distance like a shell. "Even if the Kuomintang and the Communist Party really want to turn against each other, the guy who fired the first shot will not have any good results. Those who have the idea of ​​fighting the guerrillas will definitely be able to calculate this.

"But we can no longer passively hide in the mountain and wait for others to make a decision." Lao Zheng also grabbed the snow and pinched it into a ball, but did not throw it out, but pressed it on his forehead to make his mind clearer, "We have to try to take the initiative."

"What kind of initiative?" Zhang Songling and Zhao Tianlong asked at the same time when he was talking in an orderly manner.
Chapter completed!