The gunfire stopped, the panicked shouts in the cell rang out, the smoke could not disperse, and the pungent smoke mixed with the thick blood was suffocating. The handcuffs and shackles of the prisoners were hastily opened, and nearly 100 desperate prisoners hurriedly escaped under the command of Mr. Zhang and the Red Guards.

Wu Ming finally left with the support of two fellow prisoners, and walked out of the hellish cell with difficulty on the bloodstains, and the dazzling sunlight made people unable to open their eyes.

The red earth of the courtyard was littered with corpses with strange appearances, some of their heads were blown out by guns, some of their chests and abdomen were stabbed through their internal organs with a big knife, and there was a hideous head that was cut off by a big knife with their faces facing the sky.

With the rapid arrival of several men holding knives, the small courtyard was immediately chaotic, and in the shouting, Wu Ming, who was in a daze, was carried by the crowd and ran all the way to the west, and continued to run along the pond after escaping from the west gate in chaos, and rushed straight to the front of the ancestral hall under Wangjia Mountain before stopping to breathe.

Wu Ming gasped for a while, and struggled to get up from the chaotic crowd that had collapsed to the ground, only to find that the cloth towel that fixed the broken arm had been torn off at some point, and the wound on his head had been cracked, so painful that he almost lost his breath when he grinned his teeth, and he couldn't scream if he wanted to.

The gunshots in the city rang out intensively, and the people who were lying on the ground gasping for breath scrambled to get up and look in horror, only to see a young man with an old rifle rushing from outside the west gate, running to the anxious Mr. Zhang and another middle-aged man to hurriedly report.

Wu Ming on the side listened for a long time before he knew that the enemy army in Shangrao who was beaten out by the Yiyang County Red Guard Brigade led by Fang Zhimin began to counterattack, and Wang Donghan, the magistrate of Shangrao County, and Yang Zhisheng, the head of the garrison, led the remnants to escape from the east of the city Soon after, they converged with the Lingxi Town militia that came to the east to reinforce them, and the two sides immediately gathered men and horses to merge together, gathered more than 200 guns to sacrifice a heavy reward, and now turned back to the county seat to attack the east gate.

Mr. Zhang discussed with the Red Guard liaison around him, and immediately ordered the wounded to be gathered and ready to retreat. Wu Ming soon had a dilapidated robe on his body, and with the help of a fellow prisoner, he hurriedly re-bandaged his broken arm with strips of cloth and hung it on his chest.

Wu Ming slowly stood up with his aching body, and looked at the county town that had already ignited the skyrocketing fire in the distance. The people on the sidelines talked happily, some said that the county government was burning, and some said that the fire was like the mansion of the county magistrate Wang Donghan and several rich gentry, as for whether the fire would affect the surrounding houses, no one cared, and Wu Ming, who was too busy to take care of himself, did not have the energy to think about it, and it was estimated that Mr. Zhang, who was running around after leaving the cell, could not take care of it.

Suddenly, most of the nearly 100 prisoners who escaped from the cage fled in a burst of screams, and the two fellow refugees who had been carrying Wu Ming all the way to escape were also nowhere to be seen, and the only fellow prisoner around him secretly told Wu Ming: "They all ran away, they all ran away!" I recognized the bearded man who led the race as the king of the mountain, nicknamed 'Creeper Tiger'. ”

"You...... Why don't you run?" Wu Ming asked with concern. (Good Novel)

"Lao Tzu wants a family without a family, has no money, has a rotten life, where can he run? Follow the Communist Party, at least they are outnumbered and have knives and guns, and if their lives are good, they can withstand this hurdle, and maybe they can eat a few full meals. After the tired refugee friend finished speaking, he turned around and left when he saw that Wu Ming was fine.

Wu Ming looked at the county town where the smoke was billowing up, and felt that the series of encounters in the past two days were like a dream, if it weren't for the swollen head and the stinging pain from time to time from the broken arm that was randomly connected, he couldn't believe that he was still alive, and he was still living in this unbelievable and chaotic world.

The gunfire in the distance continued, and the old city with thick smoke in his vision was very real, as real as the pain that kept hitting him to the marrow, like his strange calloused hands and cracked bare feet.

In a trance, Wu Ming subconsciously rubbed his swollen eyes, kept blinking and looked around blankly, vaguely seeing the decaying remnants of the old city wall in front of him, the chaotic low tiled houses around, the uneven and winding narrow roads, and the mountains in the distance.

Thick smoke and ashes flew over the county seat of Shangrao, flocks of frightened wild birds flew to the north with their wails, and even human figures were rarely seen between the dirty intersections and the ruins, only a few local dogs escaped with their tails between their legs.

The gunshots were getting closer and closer, and more than thirty men with spears or big knives in their hands rushed to the intersection in the distance, bypassing the pond in front and soon arriving at the front yard where Wu Ming was standing, everyone's faces were stained with gunsmoke, panting and sweating, a few of them put down the bloody wounded on their backs, sat on the ground and gasped for breath, and the others hurriedly surrounded the wounded and shouted.

The sound of messy footsteps in the ancestral hall came one after another, and the Red Guards in complicated clothes quickly surrounded them, and the only middle-aged man wearing a gray patch military uniform who walked in front jumped onto the stone table in a few steps, and opened his voice to inform everyone: "Comrades, the enemy has been reinforced by the Lingxi militia in the east, and now the enemy is outnumbered, in order to preserve strength, the emergency meeting of the party committee has decided: temporarily give up the occupation of Shangrao City, withdraw to the Yiyang base area to continue the revolution, comrades immediately prepare to retreat!"

The middle-aged man jumped off the stone table, and the inside and outside of the ancestral hall were suddenly busy.

Mr. Zhang discussed a few words with the middle-aged man who gave the order, and then hurriedly came to Wu Ming's side, checked the newly wrapped strips of cloth on Wu Ming's arms and head, straightened up and helped his glasses: "Brother Wu, I wanted to take you with me, but the enemy came too fast and too much, and we couldn't make sure that we would have to fight on the way to retreat, so we could only leave you behind." ”

Seeing that Wu Ming's face was swollen and unresponsive, Mr. Zhang shook his head and said worriedly: " The bullies and gentry in Huanggu Town framed you for fornicating with the Communist Party, and this time our team attacked the city and robbed the prison, killed many enemy officers and soldiers and the gentry, and stole the property of the Kuomintang county magistrate and several bullies and gentry, they will definitely retaliate when they are angry, so you must not go home in the near future, follow the comrades and wounded people we left behind into the mountains to hide for a period of time, as for what to do in the future, wait until you are injured, our Communist Party team is the team of the toiling people of the world, and after you are injured, you are welcome to join in with a bitter and bitter young man. ”

Wu Ming's mood was extremely complicated, his mouth moved but he couldn't make a sound.

Mr. Zhang laughed: "Don't worry, just get through the current hurdle, I believe we will meet again, there are not many strong young people like you, haha! By the way, are you literate?"

Wu Ming's mind was extremely confused, and he didn't know how to answer.

Seeing this, Mr. Zhang laughed in a low voice: "It doesn't matter, many comrades in our team are illiterate, but it does not prevent us from making a revolution and seeking to turn over, but you are still young, if you have the opportunity, you may wish to learn culture, which will be good for your future life." ”

Wu Ming nodded blankly, Mr. Zhang helped him to a row of stretchers, and instructed the short middle-aged man who ran over: "Old Song, this Wu brother is a local, he was framed by the inferior gentry of Huanggu Town for the crime of complicity, and he was tortured in prison and did not fall, he is a man, today I entrust him to your comrades in Shangrao, let him temporarily transfer into the mountain with the wounded, the time is urgent, I will talk about it later, hurry up and leave!"

"Rest assured, commissioner, we'll take care of him. Lao Song replied loudly, beckoned his men to carry the wounded and set off immediately, and finally personally helped Wu Ming to leave in a hurry.

Following the stretcher to the north for more than ten steps, Wu Ming, who was in a trance, suddenly turned around, gently pushed away the old Song who was supporting, turned around and stared at Mr. Zhang, who was looking at him, gritted his teeth and endured the pain, bent down deeply, and bowed to Mr. Zhang to thank him.

Mr. Zhang smiled and waved goodbye: "Let's go, the coming day is long, take care!"

Qingsong, who was not far away, saw this scene, ordered the guys around him to say a few words, walked quickly to Mr. Zhang's side and stood still, looking at Wu Ming, who was walking away with the help of Lao Song, and sighed with emotion: "This kid knows how to be polite, and he seems to be a lover of personality, so he saved him in vain." ”

"Yes, I haven't forgotten the number of courtesies when he is injured like this, I think he is a good seedling, and he has a future for cultivation, if he is not too seriously injured and unable to move, I really want to take him away." Mr. Zhang sighed.

Qing Song wiped the beads of sweat from his face and looked at Mr. Zhang suspiciously: "Won't you?" Until now, I haven't heard more than three words from this kid, is it stupid to be worthy of your attention?"

"He's not stupid, it's probably too badly injured and hasn't recovered, let's go." ”

Mr. Zhang turned around and walked with Qing Song to the retreating Red Guards, and soon blended into the more than a hundred Red Guards armed with rifles, bird guns, and spears and broadswords, and rushed westward like the wind.

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Sixteen kilometers north of the city, Taipingling.

When night falls, the fire and smoke in the southern county town can no longer be seen, and the mountains are like dai at night, and the rustle of the wind through the bamboo forest is heard all over the mountains.

The fleeing crowd had already turned across three river bays, climbed over five small hills, and finally climbed the Taipingling Col. The panting old Song helped Wu Ming to rest under the big tree beside the road, turned around and ran down the mountain col to help the exhausted guy who was left behind to carry the stretcher.

Wu Ming was soaked, dazed, short of breath, holding his broken and displaced left arm, so painful that he curled up under the roots of the tree and couldn't stop moaning.

Lao Song came back soon, stretched out his rough hand to pick up Wu Ming's head, and sent the bamboo tube filled with mountain springs to his mouth: "You have to grit your teeth, drink saliva first and take a breath, and then you have to continue walking, this place is not safe, and then walk seven miles to the side of Taijin Mountain to rest, only when we get to the place, we can settle down." ”

Wu Ming drank half of the bamboo tube water with the help of Lao Song, and endured the severe pain and thanked him in a low voice: "Thank you! ”

Old Song grinned, and the wrinkles on his face were almost twisted together: "You are from Huanggu Town, why haven't I seen you?"

Wu Ming lowered his head and searched for a vague impression in his mind: "I am ...... ...... in Wujia Village"

Lao Song thought for a while and nodded slightly: "Wujia Village, remember, walk more than three miles west from the town, not far from Shegong Mountain, your village is about five miles north of Wujiawu, more than ten years ago, the Wu family moved to the south of the river to build Wujiawu, and there are not a few families left in your village, right? In the fifteenth year of the Republic of China, I went to your village to collect tea oil and mountain goods, haha!" Okay, bear with me and stand up slowly, sit and wait until I can't walk anymore, go to a safe place in the mountains and settle down, let's talk well, maybe I know your family. ”

Old Song strode away, walked to the middle of the flat ground in front of him, and shouted to the men to light torches.

A few men quickly got something to start the fire, lit matches and lit the smoky pine torches, and the dark col suddenly opened up.

"Pap-papa-pa-"

The sudden sound of gunfire shook the mountains and the night birds flew in fright, and the head of Lao Song, who was standing in the two torches, rose with a blood mist, and his body fell backwards suddenly, and a group of men on the side fell to the ground one after another in a burst of gunshots, and the screams reverberated for a long time.

The sneak attack of the quietly approaching pursuers succeeded, and they rushed up the mountain col with a loud cry, and the roars and gunfire got closer and closer.

Witnessing the tragic situation, Wu Ming, who was extremely frightened, instinctively moved behind the big tree, but as soon as his hand supporting the ground was empty, his whole body was planted in the stone pit behind the big tree, and his head hit the stone wall and he suddenly fell unconscious.

A few minutes later, dozens of pursuers who had succeeded in the attack rushed up the mountain col and shouted in all directions, and the leader of the officers and men gave an order, and the Red Guards who were killed and wounded in one place, along with the four wounded on stretchers, were all beheaded without exception.