Chapter 6 Chapter Six

Blacksmith Qiao came to the swamp to deliver the sickle before the wheat harvest, saying that the wheat would rush to be harvested. The refugees in the north were like crows, and the blackness filled the Beisan River. Mai, one after another pulled up the Lianzhuang gun team, the big knife society (note: folk superstitious organization), occupied the high ground, guarded the grave, and did not allow refugees to approach the wheat field. The people in Zedi became agitated, and hundreds of people gathered in the Fire God Temple to discuss how to preserve food.The younger generation, Shi Qi, Wei Si, Er Hei'er, He Kuozui, a retail investor from Xiajiahongbei, Fang Liang, and Xiao Yangjiao from Leizhuang, all advocated pulling up the Lianzhuang gun team and gathering dozens of people from the Xiaodao Club. With a single mouth, strangling the Tulong River.

Grain is the life of the farmers, so don't let those who eat the big stalls snatch it up!He Kuezui's lips were three-petal, and his words were irrelevant: My own land is only three or four mu of land, and I said this for everyone!Xiaodaohui, I understand, Zongdao (Note: Xiaodaohui is the remnant organization scattered all over the country after the failure of the Boxer Regiment. People.) On the altar, as long as everyone agrees to set up the altar, worship ancestors and gather knives, swallow cinnabar talismans, and drink god sand water, I can't hide my head. The knife was just for show, and Shi Qi of Tubao said: This is not fighting against the bandits, but it is just to suppress the hungry people and prevent them from looting!There are many guns and guns in our fort, the last time Fatty Lu's horse thief ran head-on, it was like hitting an iron plate.As long as a few old men nod their heads, it can be pulled out immediately!

The square outside the temple was crowded with people, scrambling to climb the stone steps to speak.Shi Qi was talking, when he raised his head, the old lame man squeezed his way in through the crowd, stopped Shi Qi and said: "The earthen fortress of the Shi family, is it yours or Father Shi's?" !You young people, you have no experience, and you haven't caused chaos for many years. You don't know the rules passed down by your ancestors in the marshland.To borrow the words of the old god: No matter what the world is like, there will always be droughts, and one side will have its own misfortunes and blessings.Your field is made by Ujin, so you can't escape the famine and take refuge abroad.How you treat people today will treat you tomorrow!Our ancestors also fled the famine and took refuge in the marshland, where they settled in their homes and established their careers!Don't forget the pain after uncovering the scars!

According to you, what should I do?Shi Qi has a fiery temper, and other than to serve his uncle Shi Lao, no one else would even try to smear his hair: Could it be that someone robbed him of all the wheat?Stretch your belly and live into the next year? ! There came the howling of cattle.Someone shouted: "Shi Laoqi, don't lift the pole; look who is coming?" !As soon as Shi Qi raised his head, he stopped talking, his mouth was still open, and he stood there stunned like a wooden stake.Father Shi Lun was wearing a white coat and trousers, with a sweat-wiping towel on his shoulders, and fanned a bamboo hat as he climbed up the stone steps of the temple gate.

It is said that the fleeing people want to cross the Tulong River, Shi Lun said: You are making a fuss!You have to pull the gun team, and you have to gather swords. What is this? !The previous generation left the old rules, we will follow the rules!They formed a team to eat big stalls, and they were thoughtful. Each family set aside land for relief, harvested wheat and accumulated it in the wild field (Note: Households with many wheat fields often grind grain in the fields to catch grain. Out of a wheat field, commonly known as the wild field.) Wait for them to chop!They want water, we pick ponds and dig wells!They want to build a shed, we cut wood and pull reeds!Zedi never treats outsiders badly!

A few words are like a basin of water, suppressing the noise.Father Shi Lun didn't stop talking, he coughed twice and said: To protect the family and property, I'm afraid that the family will be implicated, the devils are here, Erhuang is here, and the Eighth Route is here. enough? !We collected the food, pinched our noses and were scraped off to pay taxes. Are we reluctant to use it to help refugees? !The Tulong River can't stop people fleeing famine and taking refuge!Everyone eats when there is food, and everyone suffers when there is suffering!In the future, we will gather gun squads and raise sword clubs. Only the man who resists violence and violence is the man.Don't use it against refugees!

The matter was settled in this way, and the villages and households in the swamp harvested wheat as usual, and piled up a portion of straw with ears on the field, and added a mud roof. A few days ago, the old lame man had cleaned the temple completely, waiting for the refugees fleeing famine to enter.Originally, people are divided into people from one side and people from another, but gods are not divided into gods from this side. No matter how big or small the temple is, it receives incense from all directions. On the shrine, the big Buddha lamp with a large basin is filled with oil, the main core in the middle and a circle of outer cores are burning day and night, like a transparent fire plate; three futons, big and small, are placed under the stone steps outside the temple gate. , a large stone incense burner is placed horizontally in front of it.Under the shade of the trees at the intersection, Guilong asked Guilong to roll a ten-stone vat from the millhouse and fill it with clean water. A ladle was hung on the tree, and a stack of yellow kiln bowls was placed on the bench beside the vat to facilitate escape from famine. Refugees drink.

What kind of scene was that, the sky seemed to have a big gap, and the people fleeing from the famine were like a tongue of water that was flooded and chaotic, rolling over.Liuzhier Guilong was terrified. He remembered the turmoil and famine in the sky mentioned by Crooked Hu Mani'er; the red clouds on fire, the fields bursting with vicious pustules, the convulsive crops, and the plague corpses on the road were all gray and iron-colored. It appeared in his nightmare before, like a whirlpool pulling weeds, floating, dispersing, and suddenly gathering together, they all fell into the bottom of his heart. When he woke up and opened his eyes, everything turned into the darkness of nothingness.

The man who arrived first was so tired that he bent his waist, carried a small bundle, and scooped water from a ladle.Guilong rushed up to meet his father and asked: Uncle, where did you escape from?How is the Northland? ! After the man listened, he laughed until a scoop of water wrinkled under his nostrils, and sweat and tears fell into the scoop's heart: You said Huang?Little brother.We are also waiting for the wheat to be harvested. The devils in the city are short of food and want to come down to grab the wheat. The eight-way team pulls up the harvesting team. The legs are fast, and they are one step ahead.Scrambling harvest work, working overnight, waiting for people to get up early to sharpen their knives and go to the field, only to harvest straw. What we suffered was a man-made disaster, not a natural disaster!

Ba Lu is not a ghost, so you can't ask him for it?The old lame couldn't figure it out. What do you mean?grandfather!A man who was carrying the burden of fleeing famine rolled up his trousers, his legs were covered with mud, and he cried in a high-pitched voice: They slipped faster than pheasants, where can we find them? !Even if you find it, they will falsely accuse you of being a devil, otherwise, why wait for the devil to collect it? !Even if you say you won, the food will go into his stomach, and you will go to the fertilized fields if you are sick and soak your urine, order the autumn crops, and let him grab the harvest next time!

God!God!The old lame man could only look up to the sky, feeling powerless. He had heard of extortionate taxes for most of his life, but he had never heard of people who robbed him of food. With the gun in his hand and the knife in his waist, the poor people could only shout to the sky. , what else can I do? Also came the pig-drawer, the cow-bearer, the woman carrying the baby, and the old man holding the dog stick. A woman with a flat yellow face and a snub-nosed bridge untied the baby from her back and opened her arms to breastfeed. Holding the nipple and shaking, the baby's mouth didn't open. Looking down again, the baby was suffocated to death, and the eyes of others were wet from crying.There are more than a hundred people squatting under a row of trees at the intersection. Some came to scoop water, some walked to worship the temple, and some talked to each other. You are Zhangjiazhuang, I am Lijiadian, he is Peijiawei, we You were plundered by the bandits, and they were encumbered by the refugees. They packed up their bags and followed them, and they also became refugees.More and more people gathered, scattered from the Huoshen Temple to the wild land on the east of the Tulong River, one on the left and one on the right, digging holes on the spot, cooking with pots on the pier, and the wild smoke rolled up and was drawn into the clouds by the wind Going, countless ragged children couldn't bear the hunger, and they howled and cried wildly. Dozens of unowned watchdogs drifted over with the crowd and bit the roadside. . Some old leaders came, and the old man accompanied them to the temple. We are the first batch. A short old man with thin braids said: The field is deserted, the home is gone, and we escaped with only one mouth, like a nest of locusts. The locusts and the insect god lead us. No, everyone walks against the sky, life and death depend on the sky!I only hope that Guixiang will distribute some of the leftover food, we will eat and walk from county to county, and distribute them as we go, so that they will be in groups of three or four, and each of them will fight for his life!Those who can't bear it will die like a dead dog, and those who can survive it will beg for food and return home after peace Zedi is not bad for fleeing.The old lame said: All villages and households have piled up food for famine relief. According to the places where you escaped, you should separate and head west, dig wells in lowlands, and build tents in wild forests. Slowly survive the summer, and try to turn back in autumn.Now the chaos is starting from all directions, only Zedi is relatively safe, the old central government is thousands of miles away, and the south is full of devils, it is better to stay here than to escape! From noon to dusk, seven or eight hundred refugees entered the swamp and scattered in the forest. Liuzhier Guilong couldn't see them, but only saw stacks of cooking smoke floating from the forest tops near and far, being pulled by the wind. Slantingly, rubbing into the red-eyed clouds in the distant sky. At night in the middle of May, a dozen men with mules and guns came up from the marshes, all wearing black coats. They crossed the Tulong River and knocked on the gate of the old lame man's house first.The old lame got up to light the lamp, and when the door opened, it was Commander He who was said to have entered the city. oh!In the middle of the night, commanding you to come down in person, there must be something urgent? !The old lame dragged the bench, wiped his sleeves and gave up his seat, saying: Didn't the commander enter the county seat? Commander He rode on an animal for a long journey, sweating all over, and did not sit down, but panted and said: Although Wu Dazhuang and Zedi are only two palm-sized lands, for me, guns can no longer be divided.There is an order from the central government that our anti-Japanese is anti-Japanese, and we cannot fight the Eighth Route Army, but the Eighth Route Army regards me as a thorn in the side, and has long planned to collect people's guns. Now that the Soviet Union is in great power, it will sooner or later enter the swamp. Dad, you have to Take the time to tell the villages that guns, knives, spears, and blunderbusses must not be confiscated. Don't look at the smiling faces of Balu a few times ago. We don't hand over guns!Six Fingers Guilong said. Well said bro.Commander He squeezed Guilong's shoulder: It's a pity that you are too young to know that the big bastard Su is vicious.Your guns and guns are scattered all over the place, and Su Da bastard might be able to suppress a hundred guns, what do you use to stop him? ! Liuzhier Guilong called and stopped.Commander He turned to the old man and said, "I know that Zedi doesn't want to pull the gun team, and now the matter is urgent, so I can't help but say this. The terrain of Yizedi is stronger than the Shijia Tubao."It's an old saying to be prepared, if you can gather guns before Su Da bastard comes, Su Da bastard might not succeed! I will go to Earth Castle tomorrow morning and discuss it with Father Shi.The old man said: To be honest with the commander, Zedi did not turn his back on him when the eight routes came to collect grain earlier. Since the last time they saw the puppet army, they also shrank and ran away. Zedi's people were chilled!Father Shi yelled that he would never go to the eighth road for grain from now on.This kind of evil person will turn his face sooner or later, it is better to turn his face as soon as possible. If Zedi can pull the gun to defend himself, I will be relieved!Commander He took a deep breath and said: Balukou kept claiming to occupy the marshes, isolate Wu Dazhuang, and then work together to eradicate me. They plundered and mowed in the north, causing thousands of victims. I had to be busy day and night doing relief work. At present, if the victims of the disaster do not leave the country, it is unknown how many more people will die. We, as citizens, know the difficulties in the commander's heart.When it came to the victims, the old man got angry: Eighth Route drove the victims to the place where the devils came to burn and kill them. Isn't this pushing the sheep into the tiger's mouth and killing them in vain? !I don't know if there is any way to block the fir blade? Commander He smiled wryly: To tell you the truth, Dad, I have been thinking about how to block Shanzhu. This matter can only be succeeded, not defeated. Come on, if I can really burn and kill Hudong, then I will be a sinner. Recently, there is a crooked maniac in the east of the lake. I wonder if the commander has heard of it?The old man suddenly remembered and said: He used to lead the horse squad of the standing brigade, and the team was dragged away by the Eighth Route Army. He fled to the south by himself, snatched Shanzhu's horse, and also did a lot of things in the east of the lake. I don't like him being so reckless.Commander He shrugged: I was born in a military academy, and I emphasize formality and restraint. We are now behind enemy lines, and we have cut off the connection with the government.Since he came to the east of the lake, he didn't report to Wu Dazhuang, and he rushed forward with the courage of his blood. If he hadn't been riding Shan Yao's white horse, Shan Yao would not have chosen this moment to come down to clear the countryside!How many people are worried.If there is a chance, at least I will deal with him in accordance with the law and curb his wildness! Commander He came back to the marsh within a few days, and the situation changed. The weather was sweltering and hot that day, with black clouds gathering all over the sky. After a burst of gunfire, only two mules and horses crossed the temporary bridge. Commander He's entourage, Chen Jicai, led the reins. On the mule's back, a pair of trousers were covered in blood. You pack up to the bunker.Chen Jicai hurriedly said to the old lame father and son who came to meet him: The commander took seven people to relieve the disaster in Duitou. On the return journey, he just passed the coffin hole and wanted to cross the mud river in front of him. Ming, a row of guns overwhelmed five, and the commander was also injured good? !The old man said: They are anti-Japanese?Actually blatantly hit the center! Su Da bastard did not give up command, he will never let go!Chen Jicai said: They walked three miles away from the bridge entrance, and now they came back in a fierce manner. It seems that they will not be kind if they don't give any instructions to Zedi! The old man was in a hurry, so he asked Guilong to say: "Take Yinhua and the commander to the castle immediately. I will ride the donkey to the west road, and tell the retail households and those shanty houses in the west to prepare sticks and collect single swords. Su Da is a gangster." It doesn't matter if you don't ask for command, if you ask for command, there are dozens of firecrackers in Zedi, let's fight with them! It was as hot as a canopy, without any wind thorns. In the middle of the afternoon, Su Dahuner led a hundred guns into the swamp and surrounded the Shijia Tubao. Due to the fight against horse thieves and fighting Erhuang, some people were killed or injured in the earthen castle. Father Shi Lun took advantage of the wheat to repair the castle, picked out a moat, and built a 100-foot-wide earthen wall, with antlers and pickets all over the moat. , It can be regarded as the outside line. Inside the village, gun holes are dug out of the earth wall, and every household is equipped with fireproof sand and water, in case outsiders break into the earth and throw torches. At this moment, Commander He, who was seriously injured, was carried to the dark room on the lower floor of the earthen castle. Mr. Lei Er personally came to wash his wound and apply plaster. The old and the weak also picked up brooms with forks to protect the inner courtyard. On the soil dikes, people from each village and household hold them in sections, and there are various types of guns between the dikes.More than a hundred refugees who fled scattered in the wild forest were also dragged into the bunker, and they had no one to take advantage of, so each of them chopped a long pole with a long pointed wooden stick as thick as a teacup. Liuzhier Guilong was caught in the crowd holding the east side of the dike, and in his hand was a short gun with a curved handle that was so old that its wooden handle had turned black.The crowd squatted, crouched, and walked around him. Some lit up and smoked nonchalantly, some cursed loudly, and some bit open the stoppers of small sharpened bamboo tubes, and poured gunpowder mixed with loose sand iron lotus seeds out of the muzzle. Pour it in to make the gun rod compact.Human voices, smoke, dust raised by footsteps, cursing and teasing, all floated and sank in the stuffy, dry air, as if hunting a rare beast.Not long ago, when the Hongze Lake detachment went ashore to call for donations, the Zedi side was obedient. This time, Su Dahuner entered the Zedi with a gun and chased and killed Commander He. The situation changed immediately.Liuzhier Guilong couldn't figure this out, Commander He wasn't like crooked mangy, he didn't do Zedi any good at ordinary times, many people complained about him, and when he was ambushed and injured, people just protected him like this ! I have never seen what the old central government looks like, and I have no way of guessing it.Although my father often mentions those three words in his words, he sighs when he mentions them, with sad wrinkles locked on his brows, he either looks down at the ground or looks up at the sky, as if the three words of the old central government are connected with the sky, It is connected with the ground, even if they are separated by thousands of miles, they are inseparable.Father often talked about the Southern Army's attack on Beiyang, and he always concluded with such words: If the Southern Army did not attack Beiyang, the provinces and regions divided the world into eight pieces like watermelon slices cut by a knife, what would it be? !If it weren't for Nanjun, those generals and handsome masters would be able to gnaw on the land, and they would be able to gnaw the rain in the Hall of Yama, and the Ksitigarbha would move!Didn’t Uncle Fa Cai also say: good boy, promising when he grows up, with thick arms and big fists, he joins the army to practice martial arts and eats a bowl of central rice, goes out to drink cold wind, stays in frontier defense in the snow, goes out to ride a big horse, carries a foreign gun, Wearing a red hat (Note: A red circle was added to the horse soldier cap of the Revolutionary Army in the early Republic of China.), crossing three skins (Note: a popular phrase in the Revolutionary Army in the early Republic of China, that is, belt, leather scabbard, and leather boots.), earning fame and returning ! Since I was a child, I have longed to grow taller. Every year, I always stick it on the stone wall, rubbing my hands on the scalp and rubbing it backwards, to see how many bricks I have grown taller this year than last year.During the winter hunting season, the crooked buttocks pestered Uncle Fa Cai like moths, asking him to hold his own hand and shoot the hare, and the bright blue muzzle of the gun burst into his dream. I still haven't woken up from the dream, saying that the devils have attacked China, and the old central government has retreated to the rear.The words "Old Central" chewed sourly on the face of the person, and flowed heavily into the heart of the person, evoking that distant dream.When I saw Commander He for the first time, the dream suddenly faded, and the wild and rough Uncle Crooked Hu Mangy painted him thick again. There is going to be a confrontation with Su Dahuner soon. Needless to say, this fire was fought to save Commander He, but in Liuzhier Guilong's heart, it has another meaning, to avenge Uncle Fa Cai who was burned to death by the fire. His heart was burning wildly like a fire, as if orange flames were bursting outwards, making people's mouth dry and tongue bitter, his whole body hot, and he fell into a state of fear, excitement, excitement, anxiety, waiting to be kneaded In the frenzied emotions of the first battle, he trembled slightly. The bottom was knocked out and the oil bottle used as a lookout was passed in the hands of the people. Su Dahuner's men appeared. On the grass ditch, on the edge of the wild forest, and behind scattered graves, there were people lying there, and the sun shone through the gray clouds. From time to time, their gray backs were illuminated. Occasionally, three or five flat-ended guns were aimed at the polder, and the barrels of the guns shone with blue light. The commotion on the dirt fair subsides and becomes silent. The other party blew the horn. Maybe the horn's mouth is not curved enough, or not long enough, or else, the guy who blows the horn can't catch his breath. The sound of the horn is extremely low, hoarse, intermittent, Not as loud as a cow. Shi Lun's father put one foot on the soil, stood with his hands on his knees, and did not move. The black beard tilted up with a smile, and said loudly: Guisun!I thought that the Su Da bastard who shouted for the Anti-Japanese War had won the Red Copper Small Foreign Name of the Japanese Devils. It turned out that his ancestors were born as beggars for eight generations, and they played bamboo tubes when they went out!Who, also ring the bull's horn and hit it, teach him how to blow the bull's horn? ! I'll try!Dad.Erhei'er jumped up and down there, running along the long and curved old horn on his shoulder, before he even raised his hand, he spit and moistened his lips with the tip of his tongue. Someone giggled: Hey, Er Hei'er, there's no need for you to push him!With his bragging skills, our He Kuozui can also be his master for three years! He Kuozui was ashamed and annoyed, he stretched out a hand and twisted the ear of that man, making him yelp.Er Hei'er took two steps forward, stood on the polder stack, puffed out her chest and inhaled, and turned her corner to the sky.The sound of the horns resounded like that, majestic and desolate, the sound waves from the mouth of the horn pierced the lonely atmosphere and swayed to the surrounding fields. In the continuous long sound, it was sometimes sharp and sometimes deep, like a wave of boundless The long wind blows from the distant ancient times to the present.The people on Weishang were enthralled by such a magnificent sound of horns, and held their guns tightly as if they were just waking up.Liuzhier Guilong rested his hands on the bird-shaped iron nose, looked up at the lush green field, in the sound of the horn, the field became very soft and beautiful, anger and anxiety melted into the sound, turning into a kind of tranquility The power makes the eyes surprisingly bright. The horn blower on the other side was standing on the top of a large lonely tomb. He could only see the mouth of the horn moving slowly, but he could no longer hear the hoarse, crying voice.The people in the fort smiled. A shrieking foreign gun bullet flew over, and the bullet landed more than 20 paces outside the polder, creating a cloud of sand smoke, and another one passed over the head of the man and fell behind the tall earthen fortress.Father Shi Lun and Er Hei'er didn't even bend their waists. Eighth Road buys guns, and a gun made by the Seventy-Nine Factory is worth half a catty of meat.The refugee wielding the wooden stick said loudly to someone: If this fire is fought down, they will send dozens of fat pigs to the swamp land! The gray shadows outside the polder took advantage of the gunshots to criss-cross and sway, their light moving inward and horizontally, not forward, like two weaving shuttles without yarn ends, shuttled back and forth and remained in place.A black cloud was rolling headlong under the other clouds.There was a gust of wind blowing sand and flying stones on the ground.Su Dahuner led the four people, walked over swaggeringly, and stopped outside the antlers. Fort listen!Su Dahuner yelled: We are an anti-Japanese family, we don’t beat ourselves.What we want is the surname He!Hand him over and we'll leave immediately!If you are stubborn, tell us to kick the manor away, and you will eat if there is no good fruit! Father Shi Lun frowned, and his words were a little trembling: As citizens, there may be delays in paying taxes and taxes, but have you never heard of anyone in arrears? !Your Hongze Lake detachment came to urge donations, and we replied with a photo, and we did not hesitate.We gathered knives and guns to guard against bandits, and we didn't see anyone with the surname He A whirlwind of ghosts swirled out from among the chaotic tombs in the distance, rolling up a blinding cloud of dust and burying Su Dahuner in it. Su Dahuner's voice swirled with the wind, as if it came out of the eye of hell: Guerrilla District Zhang has issued a notice that he is only allowed to pay taxes to Laoba Road. What is your preference? !He was ambushed in the morning, with blood marks all the way, if you don't hand him over today, beware of the gunfire that will burn you red. Father Shi Lun's voice became hoarse: Even if the surname He is here, we have no reason to hand him over to you!You said that he hooked up with Zhang Shihe, you have to ask first, who is lying in the same cigarette shop with him? !The central government is not dead yet!Whoever is unconscionable will run into the loophole of the crooked Hu Lai'er!If you have the ability, let's show it, people don't know their fate, we don't expect to survive for a thousand years! Across the piles, someone raised a gun to the sky and rang a gun. Between the pile holes of a polder wall, there were black holes in the mouth of the gun and the top of a man wearing a hat.That was the farmer's show of disapproval before the battle, and Su Da bastard backed away. The storm in the sky is stagnant, and the stratus clouds rise rapidly against the high wind, gather together, and twist the dark and bright cloud heads like dystocia. The thunder before the rain is so gloomy, buzzing in the interlayer of clouds Long, like rolling a huge millstone; and the surrounding fields seem to be filled with the settled heat and depression, like an invisible net, no wind blows again, no matter on the sand, grass, shallow swamp, everywhere All evaporated a kind of hot air. Liuzhier Guilong was lying on the crenel, as if stuck to the hot steamer lid, breathing fire, covered in sweat, with wet clothes sticking to his back, holding a curved gun in his hand, and the handle was also sweaty Spread a layer of paste.It was no longer just waiting, but a painful torment; the giant wheel of thunder rolled over his heart, and he smelled the burnt breath of death for the first time. Under the pressure of the heavy wet cloud, the wind fell from a high place, and the silent tree ends exaggerated the wind, and turned in an uproar, countless branches held the head of the wind, and mercilessly struck other branches, and the twigs broke , the green leaves scattered.The lightning suddenly tore apart the clouds, illuminating the stagnant air layer on the ground, shaking for a moment, pale and then followed by gray, as if the sky and the earth merged in the flash of lightning.Snake smoke was walking on the sand, a group of low-flying frightened birds threw themselves into the woods in the east, and suddenly burst out restlessly, flying to the west.The feet of the rain were hanging down in the distant sky, dark and white, but the rain did not fall, only the strong wind, lightning and thunder, dispelled the smoldering fire in the atmosphere. And the war on the ground started before the thunderstorm. Obviously, Su Da bastard insisted that the earth castle had no breech-loading foreign guns. He stood on a grave majesticly and waved his hands, and a large group of gray figures pulled across. Form a line and roll towards the east side of the earth fair.The butt of the gun was pressed against the belly, and the muzzle was leveled to release the gun, causing many palm-sized bullet holes to burst out of the new soil of the polder wall. Among the polders, the muzzle facing outward remained motionless, as if afraid of fleeing the intruder.Liuzhier Guilong licked his chapped lips, slowly raised the curved gun, and stretched the muzzle out of the crenel.A stray bullet made a sudden sharp sound and then suddenly disappeared, and a cloud of wet loose sand fell on the surface of his bamboo hat with a rustling sound.Someone rolled over and pressed his hand. Take it easy!Guilong.They are no more than antlers, don't ring the guns. Gunshots and strange shouts were boiling outside the polder. Unexpectedly, the foreign gun in the fort rang out.Of the two guns obtained from Er Huang, one of the model Czech guns was in Er Hei'er's hands, and the other was officially wielded by Shi Qi. In addition to the entourage commanded by He, there were three good guns and one gun in the fort. A three-chambered gun with a handle, each equipped with dozens of guns.When the gun was fired, three of them fell down without any effort, and the rest panicked and squatted on the ground with their guns in their arms.The second row of gunners on the fort turned its head and crawled backwards, like a swarm of toads.At this moment, outside the polder wall to the north, gunshots rang out again. A northern polder wall was guarded only by five or six barrels of firecrackers pulled by Lei Zhuang, and the rest were only a dozen single swords and dozens of wooden sticks distributed by the refugees.But the opponent had more than 30 foreign guns, lying on Jingjiahong's towering wall, pointing at people's heads and firing guns, the pressure was so heavy that the guards couldn't lift their heads. In terms of the situation, starting from Jingjia Honghong, all the way to the south, the slope is higher than the ridge of the fort. The shrubs are tangled along the slope and extend to the edge of the Huzhuang moat. It is easiest to attack from the north.People who were fighting back with foreign guns in the east quickly saw this point and moved their guns to the north. Su Dahuner led the people to rush to the Beiwei wall again, but he was not as careless as before. He bent forward behind the bushes and ran forward, and he couldn't even see his shadow. It kept shooting, forcing Father Shi to gather a box of guns and three long guns on the top of the bunker in the village to return the guns. The black cloud was getting lower and lower, the sky and the earth were dark, a big flashing whip swept up like a brush, followed by a burst of thunder urging the rain, and the raindrops the size of copper coins fell down. The raindrops were heavy and powerful, and fell down Then, the sand and dust on the earthen dikes bounced around, leaving countless gray-blue concave ponds, and the splashing small water droplets danced randomly, covering the ground with a piece of crystal white water mist.But the guards of the fort had no time to watch the rain, the platoons of guns on the fort were as dense as raindrops, and those who rushed to the polder had already reached the antlers. Liuzhier Guilong turned around from the east, holding the corner of the polder with some gunmen, at least 30 people were planning to rush into the bunker from the corner of the polder.Three thunderclaps sounded, urging the thunderstorm to be like a scoop. I couldn't distinguish the raindrops, but I saw a bright piece, as if what fell was not rain, but broken clouds from the sky, hitting his head with a splash The water droplets from the edge of the bamboo hat kept rolling under his eyelashes, and rolled to the ground in clusters. The heavy rain cut the people on a field of dirt, making it difficult for them to connect together.The antlers were pulled out, the picket belt was broken through, and the sounds of killing, gunshots, gunfire, wailing, and moaning were all combined with the sound of rain, and they rushed in.No one can see who is clear, and no one will spare anyone. The massacre unfolds in the gloomy heavy rain, with incomparable horror and barbarism. The orange light flickered, and a clay grenade exploded.One flying human leg hit another in the spine.One of the fairers blew up a gun, and one hand was hanging down, only two tendons were connected. Blood poured from the wound, turning the pool of water around him red.A soldier who rushed into the fair believed that he had been stabbed in the back in front of him. When the man turned his head, he realized that it was his squad leader who had been stabbed. Liuzhier Guilong is still lying in place.A foot jumped over him, and he emptied the blunderbuss and could not refill it, so he rolled over and hit the ankle with the handle of the blunderbuss. The man rolled down the slope and threw it away. But the foreign gun hit Guilong's calf again.Guilong withdrew his hand to touch his leg, and a saber came from the sky, hitting the place where he withdrew his hand.Guilong dragged that wrist desperately, knelt down with the knife, and the two faced each other in the twisting, only to see who was who. I cut down two by touch!He Kuozui said: Unexpectedly, this knife almost hit you! I only knocked over one.Guilong said: I got a foreign gun. Blind killing cries rose in the white rain, like the roars of monsters in the primitive wilderness; among the fairers, the wildness of the early people tens of thousands of years ago burst out from the bottom of their hearts, destroying the meek and obedient people. Habits, turned into an unstoppable raging wave, mixed with that hoarse and tragic killing cry, swaying in the dark rainstorm like hitting something.The flashes of light are shaking, the sound of thunder is crushing the surrounding fields, and the savage fighting like beasts is going on on the polders.The wounded are crawling, the dying are moaning, the dead bodies are strewn about, stumbling people like tree roots.Liuzhier Guilong threw away the short blunderbuss, picked up the foreign gun with a bayonet, and ran in the rain. He didn't think about anything, and he couldn't see anything!It was already dark in the heavy rain, and a new and strange beast crouched in his heart, tearing him and biting him, causing his blood vessels to swell and his chest to burst, he didn't know what it was.At the moment when the flash was bright again, he suddenly woke up, wondering what he had done?The raindrop brush hit his face and hair, and the sweet smell of blood entered his nostrils.The world ceased to exist, and he only saw a small piece of the surrounding area, highlighted in the trembling white light. Three overlapping human corpses were lying on the crenel of the earth, a bloody human leg was lying in front of his eyes, and a small body with a broken hand was lying on the ground. The goat's horns lay on his left, and Wei Si's waist and eyes dragged a section of gray intestines. The ground was full of puddles, full of rainwater seeping human blood, overflowing from the edge of the puddles, trickling down to the polder, and lightning passing by, everything turned into viciousness of darkness. What's wrong with us?He said to the darkness like he was talking to himself: What's the matter? do not know.The darkness answered him, and he recognized the voice of the little goat's horns: They took advantage of the rain to pull out the antlers, climbed up the dike, and broke in! The rain hit Guilong, forcing him to open his mouth to breathe.The killing cries were still ringing in the darkness everywhere. My gun exploded, and my hand fell off, only two tendons were connected.Little Yangjiao said: I got stabbed in my calf! They are beating the estate.Wei Si said over there: stuff my stomach in, tear it up and tie it up, Guilong.I also learn from Xiao Luotong in the Tang Dynasty (Note: The son of Baima Luocheng, a historical figure well known to northern farmers.) These bastards! When another flash came on, Liuzhier Guilong was infused with new strength: You rest, Uncle Wei, I will run to kill it for a while, if the house is kicked away, we will be finished The heavy rain threw both sides into disarray. More than a hundred people from Su Da bastard broke in and mixed with three or four hundred people in the fort. In the struggle.The people in the fort were so fierce and tenacious that Su Da bastard didn't expect. He waved two pistols with both hands and poked fire everywhere.The rain helped him, allowing him to break into the fortress; the rain also harmed him, causing him to run into the fierce god. When the fighting crowd was rolling in the heavy rain on the opposite side, single swords and wooden sticks were far better than foreign guns.A crazy knife arc slashed down, and even half of the shoulder was lost when he turned his head. The wooden sticks sharpened by the sharp ax hit him, and he was nailed to the earth wall alive. When the rain stopped, so did the fighting. Someone took out a dozen or so lanterns from the courtyard and looked around.Some people ran out of Dongxukou, shouting all the way, chasing the remnants of the fleeing soldiers.Liuzhier Guilong leaned against the earthen wall as if paralyzed. In the broken light of the moving lantern, he saw the tragic scene left after a bloody fight. It's all the bloodstains of Da Tan.The gate in front of Shi Lun's father's house was obviously the place where the most fierce fighting took place. There were piles of human corpses on top of the corpses. Two corpses were nailed to the wall with wooden sticks. There were pieces of human skin and human flesh sticking to the corners of the wall, eyeballs that had been picked out and hair that had been shaved off by a single knife. Guilong!Guilong Isn't that dad? !Picking up a lantern in his hand and turning around, his body was covered in blood.Guilong jumped up, screamed wildly and ran forward, father and son hugged each other, after a while, the old lame man raised the lantern to shine on his son's face, the two of them stared, speechless.It was the father who spoke first, in a low voice: I'm really afraid that you won't be able to see in the darkness among the corpses, and I don't know how many people died. Many door panels carried the living from the dead into the courtyard.A big rooster who didn't know how to live or die was startled by the lantern first, flapped its wings and flew to the haystack, raised its neck and crowed. I was just like a dream.The son said: I can't remember anything! Su Da bastard smashed the stall!The person who carried them said loudly: 30% of them died and 20% died! Looking for someone, the old lame said: We won and won badly. At least seventy or eighty people died, not counting injuries. Until dawn, the door panel lifted forty-three wounded, which made Mr. Lei Er of Lei Zhuang miserable.It was just dawn, and the wives gathered in the West Courtyard broke the door and rushed out of the courtyard to identify the corpse.All the corpses have already been identified. The people on the castle lined up, and the people of Su Da bastard lined up. The front row was 117 people, and the back row was 71 people. Counting, there are still many people who died in the castle.The women flocked to the wheat field, some knelt and held the corpses to recognize their relatives, some fainted from the bloody corpses, some hugged their relatives, screaming and wailing.The sun in the east had just leaked out, and was hidden behind the clouds amidst miserable cries.The old man walked over and helped Yinhua, who was kneeling in a pool of blood, covering her face with her hands. Thanks to God, Guilong and I are still alive. After hearing what Yinhua said, she cried out as if waking up from a dream. 六月是全澤地大淒大慘的日子，連野林裏搭棚散居的逃難戶在內，十戶有八戶死了人，大熱天營棺也來不及，只好使蘆蓆捲了，草草歸葬。不錯，石家土堡對蘇大混兒這一火是打贏了，奪得七八十桿洋槍，但澤地上年輕力壯的漢子也死得差不多了，留下許多老弱，在燠熱的野地上，放眼看不盡一座座新墳，紙灰招引著大群的蝴蝶，到處飛舞著，成天都有紅眼婦女彼此勸慰，臉對臉的啜泣。 何指揮仍留在石倫老爹的宅子裏養傷，石老爹相信土法兒，帶槍傷的人要大補，成夜燉雞湯，煮鴨湯，逼著餵他，又把兩支藏了多年的西洋參拿出來，跟何首烏一道碾粉，調成補湯他喝。何指揮人太胖，皮下油多，加上中醫不慣治槍傷，大腿的傷口化了膿，爛成碗口大的窟窿。 指揮老爺，您可看看了！石老爹說：澤地為你是成了什麼樣兒。命都肯捨，還用說旁的嗎？但你這傷口，我跟雷二先生全盡了力了！化膿化成這樣，成天要淌掉多少精血？ 由它去！何指揮含淚說：這全怪在我身上，明知八路豺狼性，死聽著訓令不打他，讓蘇大混兒坐大到這步田地。我非但不如歪胡癩兒，更不如貴鄉的百姓。澤地為我死傷百十口，我還有臉活在世上？ !只是眼看杉胛要來清鄉，我卻帶了傷。 石老爹不願拿話惹他懊惱，悄悄退出來找到陳積財。 積財，你說杉胛真的要清鄉？ Isn't it? !陳積財放低了聲音：指揮為這事，成夜總在心上盤，若不是顧慮萬一不成事，湖東百姓遭大殃，他就動手了。 我們命由天定，石老爹說：不管杉胛怎樣，我們只管先救何指揮！你有把握暗送指揮進城嗎？ 把握是有，仁慈醫院會掩護指揮，但則，這事不能讓指揮曉得，他會不顧命的先設法擋杉胛的。 事情就那麼定了，澤地放出一輛運草的牛車，帶著何指揮和陳積財闖過封鎖線進城去，六指兒貴隆自願擔當趕車的差使。 這是頭一回，他離開荒原。