At the end of the month, when the sky is almost dawning, the waning moon will not show its face. The sky was covered with a thin layer of clouds, and except for a few bold stars and the occasional blinking of tired eyes, the whole sky was smeared gray.

The regimental headquarters was located in the backyard of the church. A small courtyard with a separate courtyard gate and a small door that is the same as the church hall. The four blue brick houses in the courtyard were originally used to receive and temporary accommodation for former missionaries. After the troops were stationed, they became temporary regimental headquarters. At this time, Commissioner Xu lived in the main house where Zhang Zhiqiang lived.

Huang Xing is very familiar with the terrain and environment here, he has been very diligent in checking the night guard these days, and he is secretly observing, and the security arrangements of the regiment headquarters at night are arranged.

In the past, when Zhang Zhiqiang was there, the posts were arranged by Huang Xing himself. Since the surname Xu moved in, the guard company was no longer used, but the gendarmerie was stationed on guard.

After a period of careful observation, every night, there are two fixed guards at the gate, and the shift changes every four hours. There is a three-person mobile sentry in the hospital, which changes shifts at 3 o'clock every night.

Huang Xingyin went to the big locust tree opposite the courtyard, took out his pocket watch and glanced at it by the faint light, and the time was pointing to 3:20. As soon as he returned the pocket watch to his pocket, he felt that Wang Changgui had arrived behind him.

So, he pointed to the mobile sentry that had gone around to the front of the church, and said in a low voice: "When they come around, you will rush to the corner of the front yard of the church and hide." I followed them and waited until we got around the corner to move together. Remember, just knock you out, they are also confused, and they don't know who they are working for. ”

Huang Xing quietly followed the mobile sentry and came to the corner of the front yard, and as soon as the gendarme walking in front showed his head, he was put down by Wang Changgui. At the same time, the one in the back was also knocked unconscious by Huang Xing, and the middle one was just about to raise a gun, but was subdued by Huang Xing.

The two quickly carried the three of them to the firewood pile next to the courtyard, and quickly took off two sets of military police uniforms and changed them. Plainclothes lined up to spare the front yard and walked towards the backyard. As he approached the backyard door, the guard at the door shouted, "Why are there two left?" ”

Huang Xing hurriedly said: "." ”

"Damn, lazy donkeys have a lot of poop and pee."

Huang Xing then asked, "Does my brother have a fire?" As he spoke, he raised the cigarette in his hand.

The short man by the courtyard gate lowered his voice and said, "If there is a fire, bring us one too." ”

Huang Xing was generous and walked towards the courtyard gate. Approaching the courtyard gate, Huang Xing rushed over with an arrow step, stretched out his hand and locked the throat of the gendarme, and the other, before he could react, was knocked unconscious by Wang Changgui, who rushed immediately.

Like the previous three, quickly pulled off their shoelaces and tied their hands, stuffing their socks in their mouths. Wang Changgui stayed outside the hospital to be on guard, and Huang Xing quietly touched into the courtyard.

Huang Xing turned on the light in the house familiarly as if he had entered his own home. Commissioner Xu, who was half-naked and slightly obese, was stunned for a moment, and then, sleepily fumbled with his glasses, and asked with some horror in his mouth: "Who?" ”

Huang Xing said unhurriedly: "It's me, Huang Xing." ”

Commissioner Xu put on his glasses in a panic, and after confirming that it was Huang Xing, his voice became a little warm and asked, "What are you doing in the middle of the night?" ”

Huang Xing still said in a calm tone as he walked to the bed: "I'm here to get your head." ”

Agent Xu realized that the situation was not good, and he shouted at the top of his voice: "Someone! He reached for the gun under his pillow. I saw Huang Xing lean forward, grabbed Commissioner Xu's hand holding the gun with one hand, and choked his neck with the other hand like a powerful iron tong.

Commissioner Xu had no power to resist, only to see him raise his two legs that were tumbling with white flesh, kick happily in the air a few times, stretch out a spasmodic hand, and blindly scratch in the air for a while, and then fell limply on the bed, without moving. The thin eyes behind the glasses are much larger than usual at the moment, but they no longer have the ability to turn.

I saw Huang Xing, who turned around and took off the Russian war knife hanging on the wall, skillfully cut off the head of Commissioner Xu like a pig in the countryside, tore off the sheet and wrapped the head tightly, opened the desk drawer, put the two silver dollars in the backpack, and inserted Zhang Zhiqiang's Browning pistol into his waist, and then carried the head out of the door.

Huang Xing's expression stiffened, and he dug open the soil in front of the grave with his hands, and buried the bloody war knife.

Speaking of this sword, there are some origins. At that time, Zhang Zhiqiang was still a battalion commander. Once, when fighting against Yuan Shikai's army, the commander of the Yuan Army Teaching Regiment met Zhang Zhiqiang with this knife.

The other party is tall and physical, and Zhang Zhiqiang is gradually defeated. Seeing that this war knife was about to get close to the base of Zhang Zhiqiang's neck, Huang Xing arrived in time. Stones flew up and hit the back of the opponent's hand holding the knife. The opponent "roared", and the sword fell to the ground. Zhang Zhiqiang took advantage of the situation and plunged the bayonet into his opponent's chest.

Since then, this war knife has never left Zhang Zhiqiang. It is not only a beautiful and sharp war knife, but also witnesses the life-and-death friendship between Huang Xing and Zhang Zhiqiang.

Huang Xing tamped the soil with his fist, and then took some dry leaves, and spread them on top to cover the new soil. Bow your head heavily. His voice was dry, as if pieces had fallen from his mouth, and he said, "Big brother! I've avenged you, please go all the way! Brother, I'm going to wander the world, and when the wind calms down, I will definitely send you back to your hometown. ”

Huang Xing's throat was burned and melted together by a mournful flame, and he could no longer make a powerful sound. Two hot tears rushed out of those already dry eyes. With a strong feeling, it dissolved into the land where the souls of the heroes and martyrs were rested.

The half-bent waning moon, at some point, has quietly hung on the ancient poplar tree. Through the branches, the gray ground is mottled into an inconspicuous variegated color. A few sleeping crows, like carbon lumps stuck in the forks of trees, quietly waiting for the light of tomorrow.

A bleak beam of moonlight, over the grave, fell curiously on the bloodless man's head. His eyelids drooped, and his pale mouth was half-open, as if he was talking about something.

A breeze blew, and the leaves rustled, like two souls, debating their positions endlessly. Sometimes impassioned, sometimes righteous words. Eventually, he whimpered into a cold wind.