September 9 was fine.

The afternoon sun is warm and warm, and today's old Germany is as calm as usual. After the noon lunch, the prisoners returned to the familiar winding ground as usual.

The sparrows standing on the fence looked at these strange people with black bean-like eyes, and seemed to wonder why these people always came to the playground in groups at noon every day, but left without doing anything.

Today, however, is clearly an exception.

The guards standing at the sentry with guns did not notice that there was an undercurrent surging in the traditional territory of political prisoners south of the playground.

"At six o'clock in the afternoon, there was a riot in the factory!"

These eight words began with Liu Zhixun and quickly passed to the ears of every Communist Party member one-on-one, although everyone behaved as if nothing happened, but the atmosphere was a little different after all. At least the dozen or so Kuomintang leftists who were imprisoned at the same time felt strange.

They looked at these former "comrades" with puzzled eyes, and their intuition told them that something big would happen today.

However, no one stood up to report to the guards -- not only that the matter was not related to themselves, nor was it just the difference in beliefs and concepts, in the eyes of the vast majority of these Kuomintang members who were born in famous families and had the experience of studying abroad, "not telling the truth" should be a person's basic discipline. This is also a very important factor that the left wing of the Kuomintang has always been respected by everyone.

Moreover, there is no danger to the lives of these people -- after two years of purging the party, the Kuomintang has lost more than 300,000 of its most capable grassroots members, and now there are rumors from outside that all the detained Kuomintang members will no longer be screened and will be released.

However, there is one person in this group of Communist Party members who behaves markedly differently from others.

Unlike the excitement and excitement that other comrades forcibly suppressed, his eyes glanced at the guards standing in the sentry box from time to time, and his shoulders occasionally shook nervously.

He was hesitant to report to the guards now, or to wait until he entered the prison factory to secretly tell the guards.

But walking from here to the sentry 60 meters away was too conspicuous for him to be sure if he would be able to get there safely. Especially, under Liu Zhixun's fierce eyes.

"Old Lu, don't be nervous, the left and right are one death, and there is still a way to survive if you fight."

A deep voice rang out next to it.

This is Liu Xiaoguang, Lu Benmei's closest comrade, and he is also a fellow refugee who was arrested and imprisoned with him.

But now, Lu Benmei didn't dare to look him in the eyes, but nodded slightly.

Liu Zhixun patrolled everything in front of him like a lion - this prison escape operation has been prepared for more than a month, and he will definitely not allow any accidents!

Honk!

The whistle of the guards sounded, Gong Shouping and Hou Chun carried the whistle sticks, shouted loudly, and beckoned everyone to line up and go out of the door in turn, but today's political prisoners seem to be a little grinding, especially those Communist Party members, who are unconsciously at the back of the line - if on weekdays, Hou Chun's stick would have fallen on these grinding people, but today I don't know why, Hou Chun did not drive away these Red Parties, but loudly scolded a few Kuomintang leftists in the middle of the line.

Gong Shouping glanced at Hou Chun strangely, but he didn't care too much, this kind of thing completely depends on the mood of the prison guards, and he often beats them every now and then?

Lu Benmei walked in front of several Communist Party members with his head down, and approached the sentry at the iron gate step by step, his shoulders were trembling slightly, his steps were getting more and more staggering, and he even had a feeling that he couldn't walk, everyone saw that something was wrong with him, and Liu Xiaoguang behind him asked softly:

"Old Lu, what's wrong? Isn't it uncomfortable? If we feel unwell, we can report it to the prison guards and go to the hospital. ”

Lu Benmei glanced back at Liu Xiaoguang gratefully, he had already made up his mind to report to the prison guards and guards, but suddenly there was a trace of hesitation.

This is his brother from childhood to adulthood! Joining the army together, the Northern Expedition together, and leading strikes and riots together, Liu Xiaoguang has saved himself from death more than once. If you report to the prison guards now, there is no doubt that Liu Xiaoguang is facing death!

Never mind.

Lu Benmei suddenly changed his mind.

When the riot came, he could just hold Xiaoguang and drag him behind the textile machine, and as for reporting the guards, he could secretly tell the prison guards or guards while he was going to the toilet in the factory, and there was no need to take this risk. I believe that Xiaoguang will understand himself in the future, after all, it is better to die than to live!

He didn't know that just after he walked through the iron gate peacefully, Geng Chaozhong's slightly trembling hand in front of him no longer trembled, and the chopsticks hidden by Liu Xiaoguang under his sleeve behind him retracted again, and Hou Chun beside him also released his hand from the knife handle in his trouser pocket.

Geng Chaozhong didn't want to kill, but after seeing Lu Benmei's performance, he was ready to kill, and his mind repeatedly reviewed the killing skills given to him by Zhu Fatzi - give the opponent's neck a force, and then come in the opposite direction after 0.3 seconds, and it was very easy.

Zhu Fatzi's deep voice seemed to ring in his ears.

Well, after this level, there is no big deal.

What Geng Chaozhong wants most now is a pistol.

As long as he has a pistol, he can kill the guards without leaving any trace during the riot, and even find a hidden place to help Liu Zhixun and them block the way to the playground.

However, the most lacking thing in prison is a pistol!

The prison guards didn't have guns at all, but the guards had Hanyang-made ones more than a meter long - this thing couldn't be stuffed into the foam anyway, so it would be a problem to survive after shooting themselves.

It's time to act on the spot.

A few minutes later, everyone walked into the prison factory as usual, and then, the vermilion iron door slammed shut. In a few moments, the crunching of yarn was heard in the factory, and a new work began, as before.

But before long, the red blood will stain the entire factory.