The smoke of gunfire dispersed, and the leased land was in shambles. After the soldiers brutally killed the procession, the patrolmen rushed up to clean up the pieces. Most of the workers lost their precious lives, and they were transported to lease the land one by one by the carts pushed by the patrol police.

Zhang Damin looked at the dead workers and recalled the figure of Lu Shu rushing towards him at that time. "What are they guilty of? They just want to eat a little more, dress warmly, let their children go to school, and want their children to become Hankow. Such thoughts echoed repeatedly in Zhang Damin's mind.

"What are you doing in a daze, let's go?" Wu Jingya tugged Zhang Damin's arm.

There were fewer and fewer corpses of the workers, and there were only a few corpses left in the open space, and when the next group of patrolmen came to clear the ground, the leased land would be back to its former hustle and bustle.

"Help me!" A hand reached out from the pile of dead men, and the man's face was covered in blood and he shouted hoarsely.

"Let's go, it has nothing to do with us!" Wu reminded Zhang Damin again.

"I want to help him!" Zhang Damin walked to the man's side and helped him up, "How are you?" ”

"It's okay, the bullet has scratched a little skin!" The man wiped the blood from his face.

"You're Shi San?" Zhang Damin helped him up.

"How do you know?" Shi San looked at the patrol officer in front of him suspiciously.

"I saw you the other day when you had a conference!"

"You patrol officers set fire to so many of our brothers, and today we march normally, and you called the warlord to shoot so many of our people, you are demons!" Shi San trembled and pinched Zhang Damin's neck with both hands.

Wu Jingya pushed Shi San away, "You calm down, you are also responsible for the death of these people, what are you doing to eat, you can't even save your brother's life." ”

This sentence stabbed Shi San's heart hard, he pulled out the gun on Zhang Damin's waist and wanted to commit suicide, but Zhang Damin reached behind the trigger to prevent him from shooting. "You calm down, if you die, they won't survive, if you don't die, you have to do something for them."

Several patrol officers came over with carts, and when they saw that there was still a worker who was not dead, they drew their guns and prepared to attack. Zhang Damin turned his head viciously, "What do you want to do?" ”

Several patrol officers hurriedly saluted, "Captain, I don't know it's you, this person is a rebel, we want to catch him!" ”

Zhang Damin snatched Shi San's gun and said, "I know that this person is very important, so I plan to take him into the police department and hand him over to the chief." Go and clean up the corpses of the others. ”

Zhang Damin and Wu Jingya walked out of the leased place with Shi San.

"Do you have a safe place to go? Hankow is either an army or a patrol officer right now, so you have to hide as soon as possible. Wu Jingya asked.

Shi San nodded, "Yes, at Lawyer Gan's house, I can go to his wife." ”

After Zhang Yiwan and Wu Jingya went their separate ways, the first thing he had to do was to heal his neck first. After driving for a long time, I finally saw a red cross sign on the road. He pushed the door open, and a wave of people nearly pushed him out. Why is the business of this clinic so prosperous, and there is an endless stream of people to see patients. How did Zhang Yiwan know that the people who were being treated here were all injured marchers who had been caught by the patrol police. There are more than a dozen patrol officers organizing workers to see a doctor, and it is very noisy.

Zhang Yiwan couldn't care so much, he hurriedly rushed to the second floor. A nurse on the second floor saw someone rushing up and immediately stopped him. "What are you doing? The doctor is operating on a representative of the workers who was shot. ”

"I know!" Zhang pushed the nurse away, and then kicked open the locked door of the operation.

The doctor and the assistant looked at Zhang Yiwan who rushed in in horror, Zhang Yiwan looked at the workers on the operating table and asked, "How is he?" ”

The doctor shook his head, "I'm afraid it's going to be gone." ”

The worker had been shot several times in the chest, his mouth was bleeding incessantly, and his entire sheet was stained red.

"That's great!" Zhang pushed the worker to the ground and lay on the operating table to untie the bandage on his neck, revealing his own wounds. Then he took off his shoes, took out a bunch of dollars from them and threw them to the doctor, "Please treat me quickly, people's lives are at stake!" ”

The doctor held the banknote in his hand, looked at the worker who kept twitching in his arms, he turned his head and said to Zhang Yiwan, "It seems that you are still seriously injured, wait a minute, we will prepare for your operation immediately!" ”

The worker's body was placed next to the garbage bin where medical contamination was collected, and the doctor hurriedly walked around him, leaving no one to pay attention to him.

Lawyer Gan's wife knew that her husband was going to the police station in the morning, and she had been praying for her husband in her heart. This is not the first time that a husband has fought for the rights of workers. In the past, everything went well, she knew her husband, and those corrupt officials of the authorities would eventually lose in the face of her husband's justified and restrained legal protests. But this time was different, this time it was a general strike on the entire Kawaguchi Railway, and he was very nervous.

There was a knock at the door, and she put down the sweater in her hand and rushed out the door, the red sweater he had knitted for her husband before Christmas Eve. They met in the United States that year, and it was also a Christmas Eve night. Her husband was his senior, and the two of them spent the night talking about classic precedents in European and American law at a Chinese-owned restaurant. Mr. Gan's eyebrows flutter when he talks about those ancient cases, as skillful and confident as a conductor in the control of an orchestra. The girl's heart was completely opened by the handsome senior, and from then on, every Christmas Eve was the day they commemorated their love.

These scenes were activated in her brain little by little as Mrs. Gan rushed to the gate, and she only hoped that her husband would be safe. The door opened, and it was Zhang Damin in uniform. Mrs. Gan thought to herself, it's bad, these policemen must have come to the door to find trouble. She immediately closed the door, and a bloody hand stretched out from the crack in the door, "Sister-in-law, I'm Shi San, and I'm a friend of Lawyer Gan!" ”

Mrs. Gan had heard the name, and he opened the door again, "I heard your name, what's wrong with my husband?" ”

After entering the house, Shi San and Zhang Damin were telling Mrs. Gan everything that happened in the morning. As for Wu Jingya, his stomach cramped violently, not because he wanted to have diarrhea, but because he couldn't stand it from hunger. "Do you have anything to eat at home?"

"There's lunch I prepared for my husband in the kitchen, and it's probably a little cold... Mrs. Gan said.

Wu rushed into the kitchen and opened the towel-covered food, rice, and stir-fried vegetables on the cupboard, which was too hearty. He took out a large basin of soup from the cupboard and poured all the food into it, "Where's the chopsticks?" What about chopsticks? Wu didn't bother to look for it again, and pushed the food into his mouth with his hands.