In early winter, the ancient city of Shangrao.

The sky was bright, and the orange morning sun rose from the distant mountain tops to the east, and the colorful light shone through the scattered mist.

The warm sunlight poured through the narrow vents at the top of the prison stone wall into the dark and damp government cells, and the prisoners who had been silent all night gradually woke up, and several filthy and filthy people subconsciously raised their heads, half-open cloudy eyes, and stared blankly at the dazzling pillars of light that came in through the vents.

The iron door at the entrance to the corridor outside the cell opened with the screeching sound of metal, and all the noise came to an abrupt end, and the entire space filled with mildew and foul smell fell silent.

The footsteps of the two young jailers came from far and near, and the middle-aged jailer behind him carried two swaying wooden barrels and swallowed them slowly, and the dirty wooden barrels containing gruel were rudely placed in front of the iron bars of the two cells, and the prisoners in the cells who looked like hungry ghosts began to be restless, and the eyes with different expressions instantly glowed green, and the focus was without exception the wooden barrels that still dissipated heat outside the iron grate, but no one dared to act rashly in the disgusted eyes of the two young jailers.

Finally, by the time the two scolding young jailers turned to leave, nearly a hundred prisoners in the two cells could not wait to pounce forward, their dirty arms squeezing through the polished iron grates and scrambling to reach out the broken bowls.

"Get out of here!"

"Whew...... Ahhh......h

"Hey, I'm going to kill you......"

The sound of beatings, cries of pain, and pleading sounded from time to time, and the middle-aged jailer who delivered the meal turned a deaf ear, and the frequent clatter of wooden scoops and wooden barrels in his hands divided the gruel full of rotten vegetable leaves and rice bran into each bowl.

The prisoners who were given the porridge with rice bran and vegetable leaves ignored the rapid retreat, away from the dangerous crowd of scrambles, and the prisoners who did not receive the gruel could only look at the boss of the cell who distributed the food with pleading eyes.

Half an hour passed, the prisoners should make a fuss, they should lie down, a few fierce felons drank the gruel, and dragged the long chains around contentedly, coughing and spitting all around, and a new day in the cell began as always.

Under the stone wall on the right side of the second cell, the young prisoner lying on the filthy straw finally woke up, his puffy eye sockets like a heavy iron curtain that could not be opened, the scabbed blood stained his eyelashes tightly, and patches of lice wriggled on his collar.

"You're not dead?"

"I'm still alive, but my life is hard......"

The bespectacled man held a cloth towel and carefully wiped the bloody scabs and wounds on the face of the young prisoner, and from time to time his mouth let out a sad sigh. Another strong young man picked up half a bowl of gruel hidden in a straw pile and poured it into the mouth of the half-dead young prisoner.

In the early winter cell, the damp, dark and stinking sky, the ragged prisoners were scattered everywhere, shivering on the pungent musty smell of straw, and the few people in the corner of the wall lowered their heads, and while not talking a word, they also trembled up their trousers to catch lice, and each one they caught was sent to their mouths, and they crackled the little lice with their teeth, and their expressions were as pleasant as chewing fennel beans.

The sunlight that slanted into the cell through the high vent gradually faded, and the gloomy and gloomy cell was already clearly distinguishable.

The middle-aged man with round black-rimmed glasses leaned down, carefully examined the strips of cloth wrapped around the young man's severed arm, clapped his hands to straighten out the long shirt that was missing a lot on his body, leaned against the wall behind him with a long sigh, and shook his head as he looked at the old wooden barrels that had fallen to the ground outside the iron fence and the mess on the ground.

On the other side of the young prisoner, the man with a scruffy beard and thick skeleton grabbed a straw, carefully placed it under the unconscious young prisoner's head, and then straightened his two long curled legs, looked around, raised his legs and straddled the young prisoner, and sat down beside the literati:

"This young man has a big life, when he was thrown back by the jailer last night, his left arm was broken, not to mention, four openings were opened on his head, more qi came out and less qi went in, and he could barely feel the pulse, I thought he couldn't survive all night, but I didn't expect him to come back to life today, not only did the pulse become much stronger, but the breathing was slowly even, what a strange thing! This kind of hard bone is rare, don't be ......"

The middle-aged literati waved his hand, looked at the young man whose chest was evenly undulating and whispered: "Qingsong, when Uncle Chen comes in to clean up, you ask him to find a way to find out the identity of this young man, what crime did he commit and was imprisoned?" Who is it? In short, the finer the better. ”

"Okay."

Qing Song's voice was very low: "By the way, Mr. Zhang, Uncle Chen said that Yiyang is already under the control of our team, I don't know when it will hit our place?" ”

Mr. Zhang glanced around, approached Qingsong and whispered his judgment: "The workers' and peasants' armed forces in northeastern Jiangxi led by Secretary Fang have grown rapidly, and it is a matter of time before they reach Shangrao and even occupy the entire Zhejiang-Jiangxi border area, and the next step will definitely be able to connect with the main forces of Jiangxi, Guangdong and Fujian, alas! If it weren't for the accidental arrest of the two of us, maybe we would have returned to Yiyang and led the team to attack the city with Secretary Fang and them. ”

Qing Song rubbed his big hands excitedly, and after a while, he comforted Mr. Zhang: "Sir, don't worry! In my opinion, the comrades of the Zhejiang-Jiangxi Special Committee and the Yiyang County Party Committee must have received the news of our arrest and will certainly try by all means to rescue us. ”

Mr. Zhang helplessly held on to his glasses: "It's all to blame for my lack of vigilance, the liaison station was destroyed and I didn't find anything abnormal in time, so you and I were in the cell together." ”

"No, no! Speaking of which, my biggest mistake was that I was too careless, and the pony died unjustly! Qing Song's eyes turned red.

"Shh......h Be quiet! ”

Mr. Zhang looked at the surrounding prisoners, slowly leaned his glasses against the mottled stone wall behind him, closed his eyes and rested for a while to open his eyes again: "Fortunately, our identity has not been exposed, if the news from Uncle Chen is good, Secretary Fang's team will definitely come over in the next two days, the top priority at the moment is to contact Secretary Fang as much as possible to obtain the accurate time for them to attack Shangrao, and at the same time, we must also be prepared ourselves, step up contact and encourage the reliable class brothers in the prison, and tell everyone, Instead of waiting for death to be numb and numb, it is better to unite and give it a go, as long as you get out of the cage and go out, you can vigorously divide the fields and carry out the revolution. ”

"Understood."

After Qing Song finished speaking, he turned around and quietly moved to the edge of the iron bar, silently looking at the middle-aged jailer who was cleaning up the empty wooden barrel outside the iron bar.

The middle-aged jailer didn't know it, picked up the wooden barrel outside the cell next door and hung it on the flat pole, then slowly turned around, and took the opportunity of squatting down to clean up the barrel, and whispered through the iron fence and the green pine. After the middle-aged jailer left, Qingsong returned to Mr. Zhang and reported in a low voice.

At dusk, the light in the cell gradually dimmed, the iron door outside the cell opened again, and the middle-aged jailer carrying two buckets of rice bran and vegetable porridge slowly entered.

After the commotion, the cell slowly calmed down after the noise as in the morning, and the young prisoner, under the careful care of Mr. Zhang, drank a bowl of steaming gruel with difficulty, and finally opened his puffy eyelids and made a hoarse voice with great difficulty: "Thank you......"

Mr. Zhang was stunned for a moment, and then helped the young prisoner who wanted to stand up: "No thanks, it's the same end of the world, haha!" It's good to wake up, it's good to wake up! ”

Qing Song on the other side picked up a bowl of turbid soup on the side and enthusiastically handed it to the young man's mouth: "Drink it, little brother, this is specially left for you, you are weak, drink well and rest, it is estimated that you will feel better tomorrow." ”

After drinking most of the bowl of still warm vegetable leaf rice soup, the young man was pressed to the straw by Mr. Zhang and lay down: "Little brother, your surname is Wu, and you live in Wujia Village, Huanggu Town, north of the city, right?" ”

The young man stared blankly at the gentle Mr. Zhang, unable to answer a word.

Seeing this, Mr. Zhang smiled kindly: "Don't panic, I just heard about you, and I know that you are an oppressed poor brother, because you offended the local tyrants and inferior gentry in Huanggu Town, you were falsely imprisoned, but, I don't know what Brother Wu's name is?" ”

"My name is Wu Ming."

The young man replied almost subconsciously.

Mr. Zhang was stunned for a moment: "Nameless? Oh, your surname is Wu, this name is interesting, it's a bright 'Ming', right? ”

"The 'Ming' of Remembering."

After Wu Ming finished speaking, he immediately realized that it didn't seem right, and he wanted to sit up in a panic, but the slightest movement involved pain all over his body, and his scarred body couldn't help but tremble.

Mr. Zhang hurriedly leaned over and helped Wu Ming sit against the wall, and thoughtfully cushioned the small bundle of straw next to him behind his waist: "Little brother, I have never heard that there is a Communist Party in Huanggu Town, even in the entire territory of Shangrao, and I have never heard of a Communist Party making a revolution, but you were imprisoned for the crime of complicity in the Communist Party, shouldn't you, can you sue me for what's going on?" ”

Wu Ming tried to sort out the chaotic memories that kept popping up in his mind since he woke up, and he really couldn't believe the unbelievable scene in front of him, which was completely different from the prison he had been held in before, but he didn't know how to explain the qiē in front of him.

He was framed and imprisoned because he was too rigid, or rather cautious, and refused to sign the supervision report of the project, thus angering the powerful corrupt gang, but he was stuffed into a police car and escorted to the place of detention, called Panyang Detention Center, which was definitely not the dirty cell in front of him!

In his memory, the Panyang Detention Center, despite its poor facilities, had concrete walls inlaid with tiles, cold iron fences, surveillance cameras on the walls, explosion-proof lights on the ceiling, and rough toilets and faucets in the corners...... That's right! There are also a few prison bullies who beat themselves every day, and the scum of the police community who appear outside the bars from time to time to ignore them, but they are by no means the filthy cell like a pigsty in front of them, let alone this large group of ragged prisoners of all colors.

The qiē in front of him made Wu Ming, who had come to his senses, frightened and inexplicable, and didn't know how to face it if he wanted to break his head, so he could only close his eyes in pain and lie on the straw and moan helplessly.

"Alas! It's not a light injury. ”

Mr. Zhang sighed and could only give up, and together with Qing Song, he used rags to carefully wipe the wound that was spilling blood for Wu Ming, who had "fainted".

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In the early morning of the next day, the prisoners in the cell were still asleep, and Wu Ming, who had already woken up, stared at the top of his dark head and thought bitterly, not realizing that Mr. Zhang and Qing Song, who were lying beside him, had not slept all night, and were waiting for the upheaval with anxiety.

As soon as the first rooster crowed, there was a dense sound of gunfire in the distance, only half a bowl of tea, and the sound of fried bean-like gunfire suddenly sounded outside the cell, and five terrified jailers hurriedly retreated in with horse lanterns, pulling the bolt of the gun in the panic screams of the prisoners, and the frightened prisoners screamed and became a mess.

"Boom-"

The grenades exploded, and the smoke rose from the corridor of the cell after the violent flash, and nearly half of the prisoners were so frightened by the deafening explosion that they fell to the ground and screamed miserably, and several torches flew in the "crackling" gunshots, and in the blink of an eye, most of the stubborn jailers in the aisle were knocked down, but the two attacking men who rushed in were also knocked down by the jailer's indiscriminate shots, and the missed bullets crackled and crashed on the stone wall of the cell, stirring up strings of sparks.

In the chaos, a patch of straw in the first cell was lit up, and the entire space was suddenly illuminated, and one of the remaining jailers suddenly retreated to the iron bars of the second cell, and in a panic pulled the bolt of the gun and quickly reloaded.

Qing Song, who had been squatting beside Wu Ming, suddenly burst out, pounced on the jailer who was about to shoot a gun outside the iron bar, two big black hands passed through the gap in the iron bar, locked the neck of the recalcitrant jailer, and suddenly exerted force with a roar, tearing off the jailer's head.

Two strands of blood arrows shot out from the bloody and blurred neck cavity, so that they could not die, and the terrified Wu Ming was poured all over his face......