Chapter 14 Chapter Fourteen

It's fire ban season again in the swamp.This year, no one puts an ox cart to bury the wooden signs for the prohibition of fire, the drums for offering sacrifices to the gods have not sounded, and no one is like the old lame man who braved the frost and cold every night to beat clappers and shout for fire in various villages. .In Wu Dazhuang's battle, almost all the young and strong men on the land were killed, even Shi Lun's father died.When people stood on the stream of Jingjiahong and saw the night-time fire in the north dimmed, and the sound of gunshots faded in the wind, everyone knew that Wu Dazhuang had fallen.The women did not cry out loudly, but fell into a kind of extreme silence; in six or seven years, they cried too much, clearing the countryside, urging donations, plagues, floods, spring famines, and a series of wars. Ten deaths and nine injuries per household.The women in the swamp lived such a life. The world was smaller than that of the men. In the spring, they squatted on the wild fields, and picked wild vegetables for food. Put on a green cloth towel, live in the field, follow behind the rake teeth, sow seeds one by one, or help cut and cut the seeds, raise the field and sow beans, and after finishing the crop work, come back to feed the livestock and mend clothes.Their hearts are quiet and delicate, and every insignificant thing is engraved on their hearts, like a woodcut peach charm.At the beginning of the chaos, I heard that a person was overthrown by a gun in the distance. Three or four groups gathered together, talked for three days, chattered for three days, sighed so softly, tears dripped on the skirt of the clothes; Liang, my heart hurts so much that I want to cramp.Although that person is not necessarily related.He is always a ghost of unjust death and the soul of the dead, which makes people worry that he will not be reborn after death.Even though the two buckets of grain were not worth a few pennies, they sorted, cut, and milled the grains that went into the urn with their own hands. Although they didn't count the grains, at least they touched every grain of grain that went into the urn.Slowly, disasters came one after another, making them dizzy, their tears dried up and their hearts broken. Tears, howling, and consolation couldn't push away the nightmare, so they stopped crying.

But Yinhua cried very hard.She was pregnant in Xia Tian.She didn't tell Guilong.On the day the gun team pulled out of the bunker, Gui Long squeezed her hand three times by the door.He squeezed so hard that it almost hurt her heart.Where is our enemy Su Da bastard!Guilong's voice was still ringing in his ears: When I meet him, I will put a steel gun on his head!I will chop him up!Just like others cut fir blades earlier!She was trembling, and she put her face on his shoulder, she was very confused and didn't know what to say.She often dreamed of strong winds, howling monsters, rolling her up and dancing in the air, terribly empty; dreaming of heavy rain, rushing and pouring, making her immersed in the bone-piercing cold, with her mouth open and unable to breathe When she vented her breath, the rainwater merged into a vast ocean, covering her.Only Guilong can stop her panic and keep her alive.

She went back to the shed on the fourth watch, touched the darkness to light up the lamp, and suddenly heard someone call Yin Hua in a low voice, she turned her head, pressed her lips with her fingers in fright, and took three or four steps back.Guilong was stuck on the door, covered in blood all over his body, when he leaned on the door, there was a bloody handprint, it was not stained with blood, it was washed in a pool of blood, and the blood flowed down from his heels Drip, Li Lie Lie a big beach. Don't be afraid, Yinhua.Guilong said: Wu Dazhuang was trapped and all the people died.

Yinhua put down the lamp and rushed over to close the door, there was a large area of ​​red on the door panel.Guilong staggered and fell, stretched out his arms and hugged a pillar to pant, he was in such a state of embarrassment, his short hair was covered with plasma and blood cakes, as if a plate of raw eggs had been smashed; his eye sockets and cheeks were thin When I came out of the hole, my eyes were covered with black ash, mud and peeling blood scars.Give me a ladle of water to drink and he said: I am very dry! Yinhua scooped up the water, and Guilong drank half of it like a cow. Where are you hurt?

Gui Long shook his head: Uncle Crooked Mangy, he is dead!I carried him out and walked the west road, along the reed field by the lake, I ran eighteen miles!When I carried him out, he was shot seven or eight times, and he was still able to talk.Give me two shots, Guilong.His mouth was full of blood: I failed to help you get rid of the big Su bastard, I'm done!Father Shi was sleeping on his left side, his head was gone, only half of his chin was left, and he had a bloody beard.Dead people are all around.It's all fire. Go with your back crooked, Guilong!Shi Qi told me: Let's hold on for a while, no matter whether we live or die, don't let him fall into the hands of Ba Lu!Hurry up, you are the only one who is not injured now!

I carried my crooked mangy uncle on my back and ran around.There are only seventy or eighty knives left in the Knife Society, and they are fighting on the river beach.It was just after dark, and the orchard was on fire; two volleys of guns did not cover me, so I swam to the south bank of the river with him on my back.Brother Shi Qi, he's right, I can't let him fall into the hands of Ba Lu. Without him, the swamp land would be over long ago, and I would never survive today.Even though all the people died, Uncle Crooked Hu, he tried his best! Wu Dazhuang, stay for eight days, we played well, and everyone played enough.Uncle crooked mangy with a carbine, let alone knock down fifty or sixty people. Our guns are all fired, and there are more and more crooked mandy men on the eighth road, and he has never been defeated.He was shot several times, and knocked down two opponents.

When he got to the reed field, he couldn't do it.He said: put me down!I said: no!He panted and sucked, as if pulling a bellows.This is not the battle between the two armies, there are more than a thousand people, only the commander and I are responsible for defending the land, and there is no complaint in death.This is massacre!massacre!There was a burst of blood from his mouth and nose, and he swallowed! There was a lot of killing and shouting near the fort.The fire burned and people appeared on the ground several miles away.I carried Uncle Crooked Mangy's body on my back and walked along the lake until I reached the wolf altar.

Yinhua listened silently, with tears in her eyes. A bright and bright meteor dragged its light tail, crossed the corner of the shed window, and landed in the southwest.Guilong went to touch the shovel behind the door.The east of the lake is dark, Yinhua.He said: It may not be tomorrow, it may not be the day after tomorrow, but the eighth road will arrive.Help me cut a sunflower root and fire stick, and bury the crooked mangy uncle in the ground before dawn.You have to remember that grave; when I catch my breath, I want revenge! They quietly walked out of the West Fort Gate. What revenge?Yinhua said sadly: Thousands of people have died!

I am not a coward, I am stained with the blood of Zedi people, Yinhua Guilong said: How can you tell me to live alone in front of pigs and dogs? !Crooked Hu Lai'er uncle died for Zedi, why is he?He could have gone to the west of the lake, because of what he did in the swamp, he won thousands of soldiers.In the past few years, he didn't teach people how to behave, he taught people how to behave!In Lunan, he also has a family and relatives, who can live a good life without being greedy for life? The sunflower fire ignited, and under the old tree in the wolf altar lay crooked mangy corpses. Guilong inserted the sunflower fire on the ground, and the black waves moving in the light of the fire flickered on the face full of scars and scabs. His seven orifices Blood was bleeding, and sticky streaks of blood dripped down slowly, but he still had a wild smile that didn't pay attention to anything, revealing a row of white teeth with blood streaks between the teeth.

In the past few years, when I knocked on the fireproof clapper, I met him on the wolf altar. Guilong said: There is a fire burning over there.He lay where he lay now. Yinhua knelt down and grabbed Waihu Manile's hand. That night you were dying of cholera, I wrapped my hands around your eyes, but your pupils did not move.Uncle, he came to save you. In front of him tonight, I will not lead you to live alone in this world. Brother Guilong, if you don't lose to him at that time, if you die, you will die if you die. Guilong was stunned: what?silver flower Yinhua didn't care about the smell or the blood, she hugged Guilong and cried: "Dear one!He is on me, three months I said I will not hold you I will live.

The hot tears that made him grow up Guilong also came out of his eyes: let him recognize the grave of Uncle Crooked Hu Mangy.Let him guard the fields.Let him know how to beat wolves. He wiped his eyes with blood sleeves: I'm going to get up, Yinhua, it's almost five o'clock The pit was erected on the wolf altar, in front of the wolf god tablet, where Crooked Hu Mangy once burned the wildfire.It is also this season that the cold air blows through Guilong's bloody clothes.He dug a full five feet deep, buried the crooked Hu Mani'er in the hole, filled up the soil, and moved a piece of bluestone to press it down.He can't forget the night when he first met, that pile of raging fires, his whole life is like that pile of fire, shining light in the darkness, he left the light, but he didn't leave himself.A whole new world unfolds in Guilong's heart, it is calm, vast, bright, without any worries Before dawn, they went back to the hut, flushed the blood away with the well water, Guilong also changed his bloody clothes, and bound up the box gun used by Crooked Hu Mani and the only three remaining guns.I will find the big bastard Su!He said: This is the capital of my revenge. Uncle, he will protect you underground!Yinhua said faintly: I hope you get revenge, and when the army from the old Central Committee arrives, you will stop being so picky.It doesn't matter if you are far away. When it is really peaceful, the child may have grown very tall. It was almost dawn.Guilong blew out the lamp, and a ray of gray morning light came in through the window: I will ride a donkey tonight.Brother Wu Fuer was also in the Wu Dazhuang Sword Club, and they were all dead.I will report a letter.Su Da bastard will not go anywhere else, I guess he must be on the line of Zhang Fudui. When it got dark again, Liuzhier Guilong arrived at Duitou.The small streets in Duitou were full of terrified people, talking about Wu Dazhuang and Crooked Hu Mani'er in mournful and sighing tones, and also about the knife fair and gun squad in the Duitou area. Some women were crying in the street, there were no soldiers, no horses, There is no shadow of Balu.I don't know who mentioned that the old central government has opened up the Jinpu Road and transported troops to North Xuzhou. Eight-way evil kiln goods, no good air.An old man said: If he behaves like this, the world will be allowed to him, and the people will be full of grievances, and he will not be able to sit still. The old Central Committee is also really magnanimous. I heard that the Eight Routes did not talk about fighting, but about peace talks. Another objection said: Isn't this begging for fur from the tiger?Keep your eyes open in the rear, and you can't see that Hu Dongming was beaten so badly!Isn't it hoped that when he comes back to support the sun, the people who plow the fields will smash their guns? Su Da bastard is grabbing this!The old man knocked the cigarette ash on the ground desperately, as if hitting someone's head: the wilderness, one account, half should be recorded on his head!Don't look at him sitting firmly in Chenjiaji, sooner or later he will become the second one! Guilong was hit by something in his heart.He decided to go to Chenjiaji. In order to conquer the last stronghold of Wu Dazhuang, the eight groups from the countryside drove the villagers into that market town like sheep to hold a celebration meeting.Due to the resistance to the eight-way takeover, Chenjiaji has also gone through battles, and there are still broken walls and broken tiles everywhere. The walls on both sides of the street are full of scribbled slogans, white powder, yellow mud, and pot soot, like big painted faces on a wild stage. .Many entertainment teams from the poor caves of the old districts, there are a bunch here, a bunch there, beating gongs and drums, paddling dry boats and stepping on high swans, playing lions and dragons, playing barbarian pianos, talking cross talk and singing Jianghuai. Tuned, all of them. The venue of the celebration meeting was set in Baoan Palace, the place where the crooked mandy nested Zhang Shihe.On the left and right of the archway at Fangchangkou, two simple wooden platforms were set up, and street plays were being performed.Gui Long, who was crowded in the crowd, came to stand under the arcade opposite the stage. He was standing at the east side of Bian's tobacco shop, which was the place where he met Crooked Hu Mani'er for the second time.A stretcher had been parked in the long arcade a few hours ago, and some blood spots were still left on the blue square bricks.It was left by the guys who attacked Wu Dazhuang.Guilong felt that his temples on both sides were tense and hot.hot air.lightning.Choking smoke.The posture of the human body falling down when being shot by a knife.Kill shout.heavy fog.Vibrations of broken limbs and blood.The fire and tragic sinking of Wu Dazhuang.Those ones Rising, rising, rising, turning into a wisp of distant smoke The gongs and drums on the stage and the applause from the gray team dispersed the smoke, and the sky behind the temple was a pale blue with horizontal clouds, and the noise could not shock the high and distant sky.He felt an intense loneliness piercing his heart.Now, he can't help but walk out of the memory of the last bloody battle, and think about the sinking weight alone.This was the first time that he overthrew the hazy intuition in his heart and used his hard thinking.A meteor trailing its tail just fell like that, and his heart will always be engraved with that fixed face in the light of sunflower fire, and that unchanging smile that connects life and death. Why did he choose to sink?This is not Lunan, not his hometown!Bullock carts, donkeys, thirty miles of land, the stories of the people on the marsh are written on the footprints, no one is willing to drip blood on the strange ground, why did Uncle Wai Hu Mani die here?That face was a light that illuminated nineteen years of darkness.He died, and the light still flickered in front of his eyes.He really can't go deeper and further, he can only follow the light to make himself live a little more clearly. Su Da bastard took the stage to speak!Someone brushed past and said: I heard that Boss Qi in the Hongnidunzi cavalry team is going to be shot! Gosh!Gosh!Don't you (Shibu) even blink your eyelids?A thin old man turned towards the sky on the top of the temple: Wu Dazhuang's tragic death, even the corpses are not allowed to be identified, leaving a seriously injured alive, should they be dragged out and killed? Liuzhier Guilong's face turned pale. Su Da bastard pushed his way through the crowd and came over, a furry gray mark on his right cheek was shining in the sun.Some people rushed towards the railing of Bian's tobacco shop.Guilong reached into the clothes under his side and pulled the trigger of the pistol.Just think of it as a wolf!he thinks.There are three shop fronts in Bianjia Tobacco Workshop. On the right is the shop, in the middle is the hallway, and on the left is the shredded tobacco workshop. Special equipment), the outside of the press is the tobacco leaves that are bundled and clamped and placed obliquely in the trough, an ax-shaped tobacco cutter is carried on the knife frame, beside the frame is a winch with a large wheel hub, and hemp rope thick as a teacup Twist the upper fan to the top of the beam, and Boss Qi sleeps on the wooden floor inside the fan. His body is blocked by the lower fan, so that Guilong can only see his head and half of him through the short railing. Shoulder. He was badly hurt.A person huddled beside the wooden fence whispered to the other person: Look, the blue coat on the upper body is completely stained with blood, and he is still going to be shot. Hush, Su Da bastard came in. The light in the workshop is very dim. Pressed wood, plywood, and walls are all smoky yellow, with an oily sheen as if trying to escape from the intense darkness.Boss Qi’s eyes were full of that kind of light, his clothes were covered with dried blood, forming hard cakes, his right side was dead, but he was still alive, he could feel the sparks bursting in the gloom, those lights His heart burst like a spark.He was a blacksmith many years ago, and he has never made a knife or gun for killing people. Su Da bastard came in, he went all the way to the press plate, put his hands on the press plate, leaned forward, surrounded the dying person with bayonets in three or four, for fear that someone would snatch him away As if, that aroused a kind of contempt and hatred among the people around the short fence, and some spit on the ground. The people are going to shoot you!Do you have anything else to say?Su Dahuner said: "Where did the crooked man go?"Where did your Boss Lu go?Back then when you were stationed in Hongnidun, Ma, you refused to accept the Eighth Route’s rule!You should have seen the power of the Eight Routes; anyone who resists him will die!Today in the east of the lake, who would dare to shoot someone surnamed Su? Boss Qi looked at him piercingly.The green is blue, the blue is purple sparks, layer by layer, shining one by one, bursting, bursting, the sound of the hammer hitting the anvil, humming and echoing, I wish I could kill you!He said with his eyes. The crowd around the short rail grew larger, and some trembling, angry hands stretched out behind Liuzhier Guilong, grabbing the railing tightly.The pressure from behind constricted him, preventing him from pulling his hand back to draw his gun. Tie a rope to his heels!Su Dahuner said: drag him out and shoot him, so that the people of Hudong can see what will happen to Kangbalu! The huge ax-shaped cigarette cutter made Guilong change his mind in a hurry. He flew up from the gap in the railing and kicked the high knife holder. Make a groove, and fall straight down from the six-foot-high roof guillotine. The hemp rope is twisted in the guillotine. The hemp rope is interrupted. Su Dahuner was crushed alive, his upper body became a meat paste, and his lower body fell on the ground outside the squeeze, bright red flowed from the crack of the squeeze, and the splashed rain of blood hit the walls on both sides. The uproar was overwhelmed by Su Dahuner's miserable howls, and the crowd scattered in all directions like a furious tide that broke the gate.Gunshots rang out.The man who had been shot fell down.The crowd retaliated against the guns with bricks as weapons.The stage was washed down, and the entertainment program was suspended.Someone forcibly broke the high scorpion tied to a person's leg to use as a stick, hit it!Hit it!Crooked Hu Lai's master has appeared! Four guns guarded the smokehouse, and those Tubalu assassinated Boss Qi when the accident happened, but the crowd kicked off the railing and rushed in, knocking Brick to death on the corner of the wall. The taste is comparable to the holes in the brain. During the riots in the entire market town, the team of Su Da bastard collapsed, and the villagers who had come from the four townships scattered back empty-handed.What are you afraid of?A farmer said to Guilong in a confident voice: Let them kill!Unless you kill all the people in the east of the lake! Guilong returned to the marsh again.This time, he seemed to understand a truth. He is different from Commander He and Crooked Hu Mangy. He is just a farmer who plows the fields and rakes the ground. He still has a chance to live until the last hour. In the squeeze pan, the flame in his heart is still rising, and it is not just a personal enmity of one family.God is not in heaven, but God is in his heart. This riot was something Liuzhier Guilong hadn't expected at all.For Eight Roads, it was a great shock.They believe that the wilderness in the east of the lake is a particularly stubborn area, and Wu Dazhuang's vitality has been revived after being wiped out.The military looting on the canal line was progressing smoothly, and the vanguard column could already see the Yangtze River, but the tumor in the rear could not be removed.In other areas, the work of mobilizing the masses has already begun, but in Zedi, even the cadres have not gained a firm foothold. In November, a team drawn from the front lines of Xingtai (Note: Xinghua, Taizhou, Jiangsu county name) came back to Zhangfudui for reinforcements. In name, it was reinforcements, but in essence it was to suppress the remaining reactionaries.At the same time, he was harboring ulterior motives, while preparing to attack Taixing, while guarding against the Central Army's attack from the Liuhe Tianchang area, so that this army could be kept so as to keep a tight grip on Hukou.This army didn't stay in Zhang Fudui, but kept marching into the swamp. They felled reeds and red grass on the sandy flat beach, and stationed along the lake. The swamp land was divided into a rural area, and the newly appointed head of the township was Chen Kunwu, the stumbling blocker who was not shot dead by the crooked man.As soon as Chen Kun arrived, he used his first chess move to arrest the man in Zedi overnight.Lei Laoshi from Leizhuang, Chang Gong Wang Si, and old man Shi San from Tubao, a total of twenty or so old men were all arrested, and only one Guilong escaped.It turns out that after Guilong killed Su Dahuner in Chenjiaji, he took Yinhua back to the Fire God Temple.When the Eighth Route team drove down the swamp, there was a rumor that the Central Army was going to cross the Three Rivers from the mouth of the lake and pull it over.In the past few years with Waihu Manile, Liuzhier Guilong has become alert and sharp, and he lives to wait for this day. On the dark night of the moon, Chen Kunwu led seven or eight townspeople to catch the men in the village to the west, and rushed to the Temple of Fire to catch Guilong.Ping-pang opened the firewood gate, only Yinhua was in the room. Chen Kunwu searched everywhere but found no one. He waved a torch and shouted: "He can't go far, he must have gone south, help me up the cliff over there." , When you see the grass moving, cover him with a random gun! Seven or eight sticks of sunflower fire turned up the water, and Xia Jiahong's endless red grass roared in the darkness that was not illuminated by the fire.The bushes behind Hiroshi echoed.Suddenly, a box of guns was sent from Hongyan in the south, and Chen Kunwu threw away the torch and rolled over while clutching his right leg. The gun hit so coincidentally that it hit the old scar. Insert the torches and chase after them!Chen Kunwu gritted his teeth and said. The second shot came over and hit Chen Kunwu's head. Xiang Dingkong fired a burst of guns, put a torch and turned over, and Liuzhier Guilong's voice sounded from under the black back: Come here, I will Hand over the gun!A boxgun was literally thrown out.Xiang Ding circled around and separated the red grass to find someone. Guilong threw the ignited velvet rope on the blade of grass Come here!Old Central!He prayed towards the south and said: Thousands and tens of thousands of people have lived enough!Only by doing this, can Huxi see the fire! A dry blade of grass was drawn and jumped to another stalk, and the fire was not at all violent at first.There are no dragons, horses, guns and rockets. The first flames slowly grow stronger and flutter in the wind. It is not as terrible as the legendary sky fire. It is just like a story. In childhood, in a world without swords and guns, without fear , he and Yinhua spent the night by such a fire.But that is no longer coming back.The flames were swirled by the wind, burning more red grass, Guilong jumped up Hongyan, turned over the cliff, a panicked villager shot him, hit Guilong's waist eye, Numbness rose from his back, but he still rolled over and picked up the pistol dropped by Chen Kunwu. Burn you!Burn you!He said. The few townsmen were locked in the fire area by Guilong's pistol. They ran towards the side, and the flames had already burned their cotton clothes. Now, the fire has formed, the wind blows from the north to the east, and rolls towards the southwest, and a stream of fire comes back from the west, burning the woods on the side of the swamp.He was born and raised in this desolate wilderness, no one loves the desolation here more than him, and his eyes are fixed on the flames. The flame rises, the flame flicks its bright tongue alive, countless tongues, countless cries, he has heard those voices, in people's mouths, in his own heart, he has waited long enough for this fire!He can't stare at the illusory clear blue above his head for a long time, and he can't wait for the story of Hongze Lake to repeat itself, making the east of the lake another vast ocean.The previous generation waited like that, and they returned to the soil with grief and humiliation. The fire rolled up in the dark night, and the fire headed straight to the sky, and there was a roar of tigers and tigers. The forest birds behind him started up, and groups of hares ran past his eyes. There was also a fire in his heart, which burned to the ground. The eyes burst out again, and merged with the fire in front of him.The ground and the sky are full of blinding red light, which is ten thousand times more powerful than the eight-way fire that burned Wu Dazhuang.This is better than a thousand brave crooked beards, two thousand fat men Lu, and three thousand Commanders He, and it is more difficult to resist than ten thousand guns. Tonight, in the swamp and red grass desolation, it is An irresistible, unconquerable force, it will be like an anteater licking a nest of ants, licking up the soldier by the lake. The fire has burned to the depths of the red grass, the flames are as high as mountains protruding into the clouds, and the flocculent clouds in the night sky seem to have fallen into the fire, burning from the inside out, turning into charcoal color and orange peel. color, kiln glaze color, purple gold dove wing color, the quiet flocculent clouds swirled slightly on the fire area, rolled around the sky, and then pulled more clouds facing the fire, rose from a higher place, and gathered into a circle The magnificent colored cover is like a thousand-layered umbrella covering the head of God of Fire.Thousands and tens of thousands of fireballs are thrown back and forth in mid-air, where they land and burn. The thing that runs sideways may be the flying fire mouse with its mouth full of flames in ancient legends! The wolves were crying, and the howling sound was suppressed by the roar of the fire. The roar of the fire was roaring, like a crack in the ground, like a mountain collapsing, like a bank bursting, and there was a faint thunder in the huge sound.The fire debris kept rising, making sparks sparkle in the red light, and the black fire locusts swam up quickly, and then scattered everywhere, like black rain after bursts.The boa constrictor swam out of the cave between the walls, hot sweat poured out from the ground, the white air of the earth pervaded everywhere, the trees were breaking, Lulu's sparks were swaying, like fireworks released on New Year's Eve. Liuzhier Guilong lay on the ground like that, the blood flowed out from the wound on his waist, slowly staining the soil under his body red, he didn't feel any pain, and he didn't feel that the blood was so terribly red, the blood wasn't as red and bright as Huo , so that it rolls unrestrainedly with the will of the person.There are countless tentacles in my heart, small tentacles, gentle tentacles, stick out, let the firelight shine again tonight.One year during the fire ban season, he sneaked to the ground to burn a wildfire by himself. At that time, he didn't think about anything else, he just wanted to see the vivid flickering of the bright flame.A little fire, and he planted many broken branches before the demons, and he was the god of fire to punish them, and he was as happy as a god when the flames burned the broken branches to ashes.But Dad put out the fire, grabbed him back like a chicken, and punished him to kneel on the incense burner for a long time.You have to remember the fire ban, Guilong, no one has the right to burn that piece of red grass except God of Fire Even if it's God's will. His lips moved towards the fire, but no sound came out.He lingered in a state of weakness, conscious that he was the fire, fanned by rage and hope, and rushed towards the night and the demons, he was not an arsonist, no one would set fire to his own hometown like that Guilong Guilong Yinhua's cry woke him up.The sky and the earth were bound together by the strangely fierce fire. The wind that stirred the fire at the beginning was now pulled by the fire, turning into a huge vortex with no direction, twisting the pillar of fire into countless swirling red waves. Dragon, the wind is also red, it will leave thousands of footprints of fire when it walks by, the air is so hot that it could burst at any time, and many rootless fires are like frightened red-feathered pigeons, huffing, polishing in the air, and then Polish it up and fly to the distance in a hurry, and more black locusts land on the ground. The voice of Brother Guilong and Yinhua was almost crying nearby. But Liuzhier Guilong couldn't see anything else, the sky was covered by thick smoke, there was no moon, no stars, and no bright clouds, the ground was as hot and humid as the lid of a steamer, white mist separated the silver flowers over there, and the fire on three sides Around this ridge. Yinhua finally rushed over, into the transparent and miserable red world in his eyes.He remembered the plague.That red velvet evening.She and he are trees with the same root, connected by life and death.He once tried his best to resist death and climbed out of the gray-green death, but he couldn't do it tonight, the bullet pierced his spleen, and every drop of blood bleeds, his life becomes weaker. Very bleak.look!That fire!That fire he said. Yinhua didn't look at the fire, but just looked at his face stupidly. do not Cry. I didn't cry.Yinhua's lips trembled, and the fire light shone in her pupils: I don't cry anymore, dear one. He points to the east.The ground was very hot, and the smoke was thicker than the clouds. What he breathed in his nostrils and lungs was all fire, all fire.Fire pigeons flew above his head, Hula, Hula.When he died, that hand was still pointing to the east. Yinhua went to the east, she crossed the Tulong River and looked back, and there was the sound of tiles and explosions on the top of the Temple of Fire. The fire burned for three days and three nights, and the swamp was turned into ashes.The women and children in the northern village did not die in this horrific scene of fire, they escaped Jingjiahong.Eighth Route's Jiangsu-Anhui border area government ordered the blockade of the fire scene. No one knows how many vicious bandits were burned to death. The other party is discussing peace at the conference table.