Chapter 3 Shannan Shanbei (Part I)

If you look white, you're a Japanese devil? Listening to the words of the people around him, Zhang Songling couldn't cry or laugh. According to the other party's standards, more than half of his classmates in National No. 1 Middle School had to be pulled out and shot. Especially some young masters and young ladies who are originally from the south and are naturally afraid of delicate skin.

Since he was identified as a Japanese spy, no matter what he said at this moment, the other party would naturally not believe it. The only thing that can be fortunate is that the goal of hatred of this group of people is the same as his, so there is no need to worry about falling back into the hands of Qin Degang for the time being. In line with the principle that heroes do not suffer immediate losses, Zhang Songling no longer wastes his tongue with the captives of his captives. Let the other party carry you, staggering towards the unknown.

He hadn't eaten or slept for a whole day and night, and his body was really on the verge of collapse. Not long after being lifted, his eyes gradually began to darken, and his thoughts gradually began to blur. Vaguely, he felt that a torrential rain began to fall in the sky, and after a while, the torrential rain suddenly turned into goose feather snow, which made him twitch and shiver and woke up.

The ragged sacks on his head had been removed, but his hands and feet were still tied. Zhang Songling raised his head with difficulty, trying to see his surroundings clearly, and as soon as his neck moved, water flowed down his hair.

"Don't play dead, little devil, you've seen too many grandpas like you!" A large, shirtless man, with a large wooden basin in his hand, threatened him viciously.

The water, apparently spilled from a wooden basin. The other party used this method to wake him up. Zhang Songling turned his head with difficulty, looked around, and responded very weakly: "No, don't splash it." I'm cold. I'm not Japanese, really not! ”

"I still want to play a dead dog, look at your flesh and skin, and the blood stains all over your body. Even if it's not a Japanese spy, it's the bandit's eyeliner! The strong man pursed his lips, dropped the basin, and picked up the leather whip.

"Zhao Erzi, don't do it yet!" Not far away, someone condescendingly stopped. I don't know if it's because I'm angry at the cunning of the captive, or because I'm angry with Zhao Erzi's deputy.

"Am I not afraid that he will not be honest?" Looking at Zhao Erzi's fierceness towards Zhang Songling, he has a different attitude towards the person who sits on a high place and speaks. Ha lowered his waist and explained with a bit of flattery.

"Come on, untie him!" The person sitting on the high place glanced at Zhao Erzi, a very majestic order.

A few more shirtless strong men with red cloth buns ran up, untied Zhang Songling, and held his arms left and right. While these people were busy, Zhang Songling tried to catch a few breaths and raised his eyes to take a closer look. I saw that not far from the opposite side, there was an incense case. There were two people sitting on the left and right, old and young. There were also more than two dozen strong men, all shirtless, standing viciously on both sides. Behind the incense case, a bearded man in his forties sits tall. The top of his head is also the same as that of the others, wrapped in a red cloth scarf. On the broad shoulders, a dark black velvet coat was draped.

In the weather in May, just by looking at the velvet big cloud, Zhang Songling felt hot and dry. I really don't understand why the beard is wearing it! After carefully looking at the face of the beard, I found that the other party looked very fierce, and the skin on his face and hands was bronzed, I don't know if it was because of the hot weather or not washed, and it was thick with a layer of oil.

"Someone, move him a seat!" Without waiting for Zhang Songling to guess what the other party was from, the bearded man sitting behind the incense case waved his hand and ordered loudly again.

Someone quickly brought a wooden chair and forcibly pressed Zhang Songling on it. After everything was cleaned up, the bearded man cleared his throat and asked Zhang Songling in a kind tone that was extremely incommensurate with his appearance: "In Xia Wei Zhankui, he is the president of the Iron-blooded Anti-Japanese Lianzhuang Association. What is this little brother called? Why do you come to my Weijiazhuang?! ”

"I, my name is Zhang Songling, and I am a student who went to Beiping to join the army. I've met President Wei! Zhang Songling struggled to get up from his seat and bowed to Wei Zhankui.

"Student?!" Wei Zhankui's thick eyebrows furrowed suddenly, and then quickly expanded. "Where are you from?"

"Yes! I'm coming from the south, along the main road! "When we met for the first time, Zhang Songling didn't know the details of the other party, so he replied very cautiously." The train stopped and I don't know when it will leave. My classmates and I were in a hurry, so we walked to Beiping on foot. Later, I became separated from my classmates. The luggage is also in their hands! ”

"Oh?!" Wei Zhankui, who had a beard, was suspicious, and his eyes continued to revolve around Zhang Songling. "And what's going on with this bloodstain?!"

"I, we were ambushed by bandits, and the ranks were scattered. This is the blood of my classmates. I buried her in the mountains! After being reminded by him, Zhang Songling noticed the blood stains on his body, his mood darkened, and he replied in a low voice.

"Nonsense!" Wei Zhankui "snapped" the incense case, and his voice suddenly turned sharp, "You are obviously from Huluyu, yesterday morning, there was just a shootout over there." I haven't heard of such a big thing, do you think I'm deaf?! ”

"I'm not talking nonsense!" Zhang Songling was taken aback, straightened up, and retorted loudly, "We have indeed been walking along the main road to Beiping, and we have indeed been attacked by strangers near Huluyu Railway Station. I don't know where they came from, and of course count them as bandits. I have in me, indeed the blood of my classmates, she, she was buried by me on the southern slope of the mountain where you caught me! ”

"Shut up! The big boss lets you speak, you can speak! ”

"Tough mouth again, Lao Tzu will beat you to death!"

Standing in line on both sides of the incense case, a group of strong men opened their throats and scolded loudly. Zhang Songling's voice was quickly suppressed, and he closed his mouth unwillingly. Wei Zhankui waved his hand, signaling left and right to be calm and not impatient. Then he smiled and asked, "The clothes that the little brother is wearing were ripped off the dead man, right?!" ”

"President Wei, I don't understand what you mean!" Zhang Songling was taken aback, and hurriedly explained, "I'm really a student, I don't believe you sent someone to Huluyu to inquire, we once organized a charity performance in the town, and many people have seen me." ”

"Just look at it, who can remember clearly!" Wei Zhankui snorted in his nose and pouted in denial. "Commissioner Qin has already informed me that yesterday morning, a group of bandits wanted to fight the idea of the military train, but they were broken by the students who went to catch the train, and shot people to kill people. Thanks to the timely arrival of the security team, the bandits were killed and the bodies of the students were recovered. Your clothes are stained with blood, but there are no wounds on your body, which are clearly plucked from the dead man. Don't deny it, don't play tricks on Lao Tzu, when Lao Tzu kills, you still wear open crotch pants! Say, who sent you, and where is your lair?! ”

"Say, hurry up and tell the truth!"

"Say, hurry up and summon it truthfully!" The strong men learned what they looked like in the drama and cheered for the big boss in unison.

In the blink of an eye, he changed from a suspected Japanese spy to an eyeliner sent by bandits to step on the plate, and Zhang Songling was difficult to adapt to for a while. He frowned and thought for a long time before he understood what the other party meant. Shaking his head, he said angrily: "This dress is my own!" I had no injuries on my body and no holes in my clothes. If it's taken from someone else......"

"Not honest yet!" Wei Zhankui was furious, and slapped the incense case again, slapping the old ash in the cracks of the wood so that it popped, "Drag it out and cut it directly." Hang your head on the big tree at the entrance of the village and demonstrate to the bandits! ”

Zhao Erzi pounced on it with four strong men, twisted Zhang Songling's arm, and slammed it with a rope. Zhang Songling was strangled to sweat on his forehead, but he didn't dare to delay any longer, opened his throat, and shouted: "I'm not a bandit." You have wronged the good people. You can't kill me, otherwise, you will kill people and kill people, that is, you will collude with the Japanese and help the abuse! ”

"Pull it down, open your stomach! Lao Tzu wants to see how many fancy intestines he has! Wei Zhankui was angry and angry, roaring and ordering.

Two more strong men came up, pulled Zhang Songling's legs, and dragged him out with Zhao Er and others. "I'm not a bandit, and I'm not a spy for the Japanese. Wronged, you wronged me! Zhang Songling was frightened and shouted loudly. He shouted a few words, but found that he had not heard them at all, so he turned his heart and shouted the slogan that he had only learned for a long time, "Down with Japanese imperialism!" The Chinese can't be killed! The traitor lackey will never end well! ”

"Give his mouth to Lao Tzu and plug it with horse manure!" The more Wei Zhankui listened, the more empty his heart became, his face was blue, and he drank impatiently. Several shirtless strong men were about to execute, and a hunchbacked old man standing near the left side of the incense case suddenly arched his hand and said in a low voice: "Big boss, be cautious." This kid really looks like a student, not like a Japanese spy, and not like a bandit who goes down the mountain to step on a plate! ”

"yes!" On the far right, a young man in a white cloth coat sitting reclining also echoed in a low voice, "Those students who went to Beiping to join the army were all raised by Song Zheyuan as a baby bump. It is said that in a few years, he will be released to be an officer. Once today's events reach their ears, someone will bring a team to avenge their classmates......."

"Master, second child, you don't know!" Without Zhang Songling, an outsider, Wei Zhankui no longer has to look for any excuse to kill, "Qin Degang's house, and Song Zheyuan's henchman Qin Dechun, are cousins who are like fakes. He sent someone to spread the word that a bandit spy had stolen the students' clothes and was spying on the Japanese for information, can I refute it? Even if this person doesn't look like a bandit's spy, you have to treat him as a spy! (Note 1)

"Cousins are not brothers after all! Masters! The hunchbacked old man shook his head and spoke again to dissuade him, "Besides, Qin Degang's side didn't give you a warrant or any note, but just asked someone to bring a sentence." In the future, if he turns his face and refuses to admit it, you have no basis here! ”

"yes, boss. You can't be too bad! Qin Degang can't be trusted, we have to leave a way back for ourselves. Besides, according to the old people, killing the seeds of reading is to be punished by God! "I was called the second young man, and I continued to put myself in my shoes.

I don't know which sentence worked, Wei Zhankui frowned and hesitated. Seeing this, the master and the second master hurriedly struck while the iron was hot, "As long as this baby is hidden, don't let the surnamed Qin know." In the future, if we secretly let it go, we will accumulate great virtue! ”

"He has fine skin and tender meat, and at first glance he looks like a young master from a rich family. Bring a letter to his home, and then worry that his family doesn't remember you?! Even if you don't remember your kindness, just send someone to send some gifts, it's enough for us to open foreign meat for several days! ”

"Hmm!" Hearing that there were still gifts to receive, Wei Zhan was finally moved. He wiped his beard with his hand and muttered in a low voice, "It's easy to block the news." We don't have much contact with Huluyu here, and the brothers who are doing business today are all brought out by me, I told them to shut up, they must not even dare to fart outside! However, Lao Tzu just said so much......."

"Master, don't worry, let me and Xiao Er handle this matter. Guaranteed, you'll earn enough face! "Lest Wei Zhankui regret it, the master hurriedly took care of it.

"Yes, Master Wei is so old, he can still deal with a little hairy child!" Xiao Er's family also continued to knock on bricks and nails.

Seeing that the two most well-connected subordinates insisted on not wanting to kill innocents indiscriminately. Wei Zhankui had no choice but to compromise, nodded, and said with a smile, "Of course I can trust you Xiao Er." Okay, I'll leave the good people to your son-in-law, and I'll continue to sit there and sing white faces! ”

"Boss, just wait and see!" Xiao Er took the order, then turned his head and shouted outside the hall, "The big boss has an order, take the spies back!" ”

"Bring the spies back, bring them back!" The brethren opened their throats, and the shouts reverberated back and forth among the mountains.

When Zhao Er and the others heard this, they quickly untied Zhang Songling, who was waiting for death with his eyes closed, from the stake, and carried him back to the hall. As soon as he entered, Xiao Er stepped forward, patted Zhang Songling's shoulder vigorously, and announced loudly, "Good boy, a little timid!" Our boss was afraid that you were a spy of the bandits, so I deliberately scared you just now, but I didn't expect that you kid is really kind! ”

"Hahaha, hahaha......" Knowing that Xiao Er's words might not be the truth, Zhao Erzi and the others still laughed in unison.

Zhang Songling was laughed like a second monk, and he couldn't figure it out. He looked around in a daze, and grinned softly, "It turns out that the big boss was testing me just now, and he almost scared my soul away." How's that, did I pass the test? ”

"It's over, it's not over!" Master Wei stepped forward with his old waist bent, smiling without smiling, "Although you are young, your courage is really good." But the spies of the Japanese will not all be bad breeds. Next, you have to prove to the brothers that you are not Japanese! ”

Zhang Songling's luggage was lost in the Peace Hotel, how could there be something to prove his identity at this moment?! Seeing that the old man didn't look like he was deliberately trying to find an excuse to kill himself, he thought about it and asked very politely, "How can I prove that I am not Japanese?" Could you please show me the way? I am indeed a broken ......."

"It's simple, it's easy!" Before Zhang Songling finished speaking, the hunchbacked master hurriedly interrupted, "Since you say that you are a student, you will definitely write Chinese characters." Write a few calligraphy words to show me. If you write well, you will pass the test. Otherwise, I can't help but doubt you! Come on, untie him! ”

"Yes!" Zhao Er and the others stepped forward again, and loosened Zhang Songling's restraints with all hands and feet. Someone trotted and went to the backyard to find pen, ink and paper, and put them on the incense table. "Then, the younger generation will be ugly!" Zhang Songling rubbed his purple wrist, slowly walked towards the incense case, and while walking, he pondered what he should write in order to prove his innocence.

He thought of his original intention of joining the Blood Flower Society, Lu Qing's talent, Tian Qingyu's righteousness, his big brother Zhou Jue's bravery at the last moment, and his classmates who fell in the gunshots, and his classmates who could never close their eyes. My heart was suddenly hot, I held on to the table, and the pen walked the dragon and snake, "Heaven and earth have righteousness, and they are mixed with manifolds." The lower part is the river mountain, and the upper part is the sun star. Yu people say Haoran, full of gloom. The royal road is clear, containing and Tuming Court. When the poor festival is seen, one by one.

In Qi Tai Shi Jian, in Jin Dong Fox Pen. In Qin Zhang Liangshi, in the Han Su Wu Festival.

For General Yan's head, for Ji's blood. For Zhang Suiyang's teeth, for Yan Changshan's tongue.

Or for the Liaodong hat, clear the ice and snow. Or for the teacher's table, the ghosts and gods weep strongly.

Or to cross the river, generously swallow the hu. Or for the fight of the thief, the reverse vertical head is broken.

It is majestic and majestic. When it runs through the sun and the moon, life and death are sufficient!

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Note 1: Qin Dechun, deputy commander of the 29th Army, mayor of Beiping. Before the 77 Incident, he was ordered to deal with the Japanese, and his attitude was very ambiguous. This person's experience is quite complicated, and he has both light and dark sides. He insisted on fighting against the Japanese, and tried to compromise in exchange for peace (one said that he had delayed the start of the war by secret orders from the central government). He supported the civilian newspaper to supervise the government, and at the same time vigorously suppressed the student movement. After the July 7 Incident, he refused to surrender to the Japanese army, and was appointed as the General Staff of the First Group Army of the Nationalist Government, and later served as the Vice Minister of National Defense. Like other high-ranking Kuomintang generals, he was good at writing memoirs. He died in Taipei in 1963.