The news that Xiaowuzi got from Ji Hua was that based on the current situation of the Anti-Union team being dispersed, the Comintern would send some cadres who studied in the Soviet Union to come back to gather the former Anti-Union fighters. It was unclear who they would send. Let’s talk about it later when we can meet. The young men in the Southern Manchuria area couldn't think of anyone they would send back, because Chen Hanzhang of the Third Front Army, who was most likely to come back, also died on the shore of Jingpo Lake before the Chinese New Year. Chen Hanzhang is relatively familiar with Xiao Wuzi, because Lao Haishan is his subordinate.
The pick-up location is in the mountainous area south of Wangqi Town on the upper reaches of the Songhua River, which is within the territory of Yongji, and further south is Huadian. In other words, the people they escaped had to go over the mountains and walk seventy or eighty miles before they could meet with them. But there is a good condition that the time is decided by Xiao Wuzi and Lao Yin. They will only send people to stay at the meeting point at a fixed time every month.
The sky in the east has turned white. The two of them chatted by the river for half the night. Xiaowuzi drew a rough map for Lao Yin. Lao Yin's year in Jilin was not in vain. The two sides of the Songhua River They have also touched the terrain, and have heard of the meeting place long ago, because the name of the mountain is easy to remember, it is called ~ Hell's Nose.
Old Yin led him to his residence, which was also a thatched house. It looked like it was a place where errand boys lived, and things were placed in a mess. Old Yin carried half a bag of corn noodles from the outhouse and said to Xiao Wuzi as he walked: "I can contact about thirty people here, but I don't dare to contact too many people, for fear that people will talk too much and get lost. Let's go back and make some preparations, and we will meet again someday when we find an opportunity."
Xiaowuzi nodded in agreement. After a while, they arrived at the door of Xiao Jinbao's house, but Lao Yin went to Da Baili's house and knocked on the door. After a long time, Da Baili came out unkempt and pulled on his shoes. Lao Yin gave him half a bag of grain. Da Baili was stunned. There was a trace of emotion on his face.
Xiaowuzi sighed with emotion, in this damn place, even this prostitute could not get enough to eat.
The second rich man came out and asked Xiao Wuzi: "How was the game?" Xiao Wuzi said that Brother Yin and his family won more than ten yuan, and took out his own money and the ten yuan that Lao Yin gave him. He held it in front of the rich second master like a treasure. The rich second master smiled and said: "You can just keep it in your pocket and treat it as a reward from the second master." "Little Wuzi happily collected the money and followed the rich second master towards the east bank.
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The fifth day of May is the traditional Chinese Dragon Boat Festival.
People in the Northeast usually get up early, go to the foot of the mountain to step on a handful of mugwort before the sun comes out, take it back and stick it on the eaves of their houses. Then go to the river to get a basin of water to wash your face, and then get some water to cook rice dumplings or boiled eggs.
In the summer in the Northeast, the sky breaks early, at around three o'clock. On the construction site, we usually get up at five o'clock and start work at six o'clock.
Xiaowuzi is young and feels big, so he doesn’t get up before midnight. But today, they were called out at dawn, and the Japanese ordered everyone to gather at the dam construction site.
Xiao Wuzi clicked on the people in their group. There were thirty people, not one of them was missing. After walking onto the construction site, I saw a small group of Japanese soldiers, about fifty or sixty people, fully armed and murderous, leading several large wolfdogs, already in formation at a high place.
In front of the Japanese soldiers, there were about a dozen or three people, all of whom had their hands tied behind their backs. All their clothes had been torn into strips. All of them had bloody wounds all over their bodies. It looked like they had just been injured. There were gunshot wounds, knife wounds and dog bites.
A lieutenant in the Japanese army took a piece of paper and read a manuscript, something like a verdict, and then a translator roughly translated it. To put it simply, these people collectively stole the tools and fled, killing another Japanese guard post. They have all committed capital crimes and will be executed immediately.
Among the fugitives was a tall and round man with at least two bayonet wounds on his body, which was still bleeding. Only he was not tied with a rope, because he looked like he was no longer of use. He staggered forward two steps, covering the wound with one hand, and grabbed a handful of sand on the ground with the other hand. He opened his hand again and let the sand flow through his fingers and scatter on the ground.
He said in a hoarse voice: "Little devil, don't be complacent, you are just like the sand in the wind, sooner or later you will be blown away."
The Japanese officer stepped forward angrily, took out the tortoise box from his waist, put it against his head and pulled the trigger. There was only a "click" sound, but the gun did not fire and was jammed. The Japanese officer pulled the bolt of the gun with his left hand and then pulled the trigger toward the opponent's head, but still no sound.
Seeing the contemptuous look in the man's eyes, the Japanese officer became furious, threw his gun to the ground, drew out the saber from his waist and chopped off half of the man's arm with a slash.
In the blood mist, the man who had lost his arm was still standing staggeringly. The Japanese officer still couldn't understand his hatred, so he danced his sword into a cold light, slashing left and right, slashing more than ten times horizontally and vertically, until he chopped the living man into pieces of minced meat.
On the dam construction site, tens of thousands of workers were watching. Many people turned their faces to the side or simply closed their eyes, not daring to look at this bloody and cruel scene. Some people's eyes widened, as if there were flames in their eyes. Burning, among these people there are Xiaowuzi. The eyes of most people are despair and numbness, as if this is how the world should be.
Xiao Wuzi has always been a passionate and impulsive young man. He is not afraid of death, but he is afraid of this feeling of powerlessness. He has an urge to break this feeling of powerlessness, but he has a mission. The political commissar once said: "Don't waste your life easily, save it for more important things. Our ultimate goal is to completely drive the Japanese out of China. Therefore, the task is greater than anything else."
The Japanese soldiers did not use guns, but drove those people to the riverside, and then took the horse sticks of the horse baton team. More than 20 Japanese soldiers came up. Two Japanese soldiers were responsible for beating a worker, and then used it in full view of everyone. These people were beaten to death on the river bank with horse sticks.
There were shrill screams mixed with ferocious roars, and pieces of flesh and blood flew everywhere, as if they were in an endless hell.
Xiao Wuzi lowered his head, not daring to let others see his red eyes. If he had a gun in his hand, he would probably not be able to control himself.
The Japanese threw their corpses on the ground and walked away. The foremen and foremen were all calling their men to start working.
The rich second master asked Dezi to lead some people to push some wooden carts, and then asked the pale little Wuzi to go to the riverside to collect the bodies of these people.
There were many cement bags made of cardboard on the construction site. Xiao Wuzi carried an empty bag and collected the body of the young man who was hacked to death by the Japanese officer piece by piece and put it into the bag, regardless of the mud soaked with blood under his feet. The nauseating smell of blood was carefully contained, not even a single piece of minced meat was left behind.
Raising his head, the second rich man was looking at him solemnly. He came over and patted his shoulder. He sighed and said sincerely: "You have to bow your head under the roof of a human being! The emperor has bowed his head, and we ordinary people have to bow their heads." What can I do?"
But Xiao Wuzi suddenly said: "Second Master, if I have such a day, you don't have to pity me. I will die or be buried." The rich second master looked at him deeply, nodded and said nothing.
They pushed the corpses to the slope east of the work shed where they lived. There was a dead pile there and there was no grave. They just found a place to throw it away. So there are a lot of wild wolves, wild dogs and old boys in this place. Only Xiaowuzi dug a hole and buried the bag.
The escape of these people disrupted the plans of Lao Yin and Xiao Wuzi, because the route they took was exactly the route Lao Yin had taken to prepare for their escape.
Now the Japanese have added several more sentries to the mountains on the West Bank, and have sent two infantry detachments to permanently station themselves at the foot of the mountains on the West Bank.
Xiaowuzi and Lao Yin studied for a while and decided to change the route. If that didn't work, they would run from the east bank, directly into the mountains to the east and then south, and cross the river upstream. Although the distance is longer, it will be safer to take the mountain road.
Now their biggest advantage is that they have plenty of time, so the two of them divide the work. Xiaowuzi will find out the changing time of the Japanese guards on the East Bank and the location of the sentry posts on the East Bank as soon as possible after work, while Lao Yin will collect maps, weapons, food and clothing, etc. necessity.
More than ten days later, someone came to the dam construction site, a woman.
A woman in her thirties carried a four- or five-year-old child on her back. The clothes on the woman were already patched with patches and the original color was almost gone. Both women were skinny and skinny. The child is a girl. Her thin face makes her eyes look even bigger. She has long eyelashes and a small nose. She is a very cute child.
After the woman arrived, she asked around for a worker from Shandong, named Zhang, who was in his thirties, tall and strong.
Most people on the dam knew who it was, but they couldn't bear to tell her this tragic scene, because she didn't know that there was still a glimmer of hope for her and her children to survive. Once the outcome is known, the orphan and widower will have no hope of living.
A few days later, someone finally revealed the truth. She found out that her husband had long ago stopped working because he was too tired from work and the wages were too little, so he led a few people and ran away. However, he was captured by the Japanese before he could get very far. He was captured and beaten to death with sticks on the dam in front of many workers. They found a few people and pushed the people who were beaten to death on wooden carts to the death post on the east mountain of Mengjiatun and threw them away.
When the woman heard that she was carrying a child on her back, she ran to die.
Xiaowuzi's work shed was not too far away from there, and after a while, in the bloody dusk, he heard a long and shrill howl that was not like a human voice. Crying makes people feel scared.
Xiaowuzi planned to go and have a look, but everyone advised him, saying that there was nothing anyone could do about it, so what can you do? Although Xiaowuzi stopped, he was extremely anxious and restless inside. He walked around in the shed, feeling confused. Finally, he couldn't sit still anymore, so he got up and walked out. He had to look at everything. look.
When Xiaowuzi climbed up a small slope and looked at the large pit filled with bones, he saw a sight he would never forget.
There was a crooked tree under the pale moonlight. The woman hung herself from the tree with a cloth strap. The little girl at her feet grabbed her mother's feet dangling in the air and cried for her mother, crying until her voice became hoarse.
When Xiaowuzi got closer, he saw the woman tilting her head and sticking out her tongue. It was obvious that her neck bones had been broken and she could not be saved.
This woman probably wanted to strangle the child with a rope and then hang her. She didn't want the child to suffer in this world.
But which mother in the world can do anything to her own flesh and blood?
Finally, he gritted his teeth and gave up. Seeing the child's life, he kissed the child again and again, and then let go.
Looking at the little child who had lost his mother but was not very sensible, Xiao Wuzi's heart felt as if it was being grabbed.
