As the saying goes, being a soldier pays for it.

But in this year of war and chaos, I don't know how many people can't eat, and being a soldier is more for a bite of food, rather than any military salary.

Of course, there are military salaries, but as long as you don't go to war with anyone, you can't get them a few times a year, and as for whether the military salary is difficult to pay or is deducted by officers at all levels, no one can say clearly, and they don't want to figure it out - people who have fled from the three eastern provinces can see so many people starving to death on the side of the road every once in a while without even collecting their bodies, if they offend the commander and are driven out of the barracks, who dares to guarantee that they will not starve to death?

So many times, all year round, the soldiers are for two mouthfuls to eat and drink, full food is a wish, and eating well is a luxury.

Therefore, seeing the red and shiny dried rabbit that Liu Yingqing was baking in his hand, several soldiers came over to flatter: "Team Liu, this kid surnamed Yang is quite knowledgeable!" ”

"Virtue - after the shift is handed over later, drink with me!"

Liu Yingqing kicked the two soldiers and said as she walked: "You guys watch it here, I'll go and inform Miss Guo Shaojiawen that I'm back......"

He knew that if he told Guo Xiaokun the news that Song Jiawen was back as soon as possible, not only would he be able to mix up some feelings, but maybe the other party would be happy to reward him with a piece of money, and he would be able to find a kiln sister to live happily for a night.

Guo Jinjun's regiment was stationed more than ten or twenty miles outside the city, but Liu Yingqing did not go out of the city, but trotted into the city, because Guo Xiaokun was not outside the city at the moment.

The revolutionary party that was caught a while ago is parading the streets today, and at noon they will be pulled to the execution ground and shot, Guo Xiaokun, who has always liked to be lively, will not miss this kind of thing, so he went to the execution ground early to occupy a seat, just waiting for the click.

The streets were crowded with people, all of them craned their necks and looked in one direction.

Yang Yi was holding the flat burden in one hand, Yang Kuan in the other, Song Jiawen was also pulling Yang Ping, followed by Song Fucai and others in the crowd with difficulty, for fear of getting separated.

"It's much more lively here than the market in my hometown - Sister Jiawen, is it so lively in this city every day?"

Yang Ping's little face flushed, extremely excited, she had never had the opportunity to see so many people since she was a child.

Song Jiawen responded vaguely, the city will naturally not be so lively every day, after all, most people have to be busy for survival, and the reason why it is so lively is entirely because those revolutionary parties will be killed today.

"Coming, coming......"

Someone screamed at the top of their lungs, the atmosphere was so warm that even the cold wind was about to be dispelled, and seven or eight people who were tied up with flowers were pushed and staggered by a group of gendarmes, and their cloaks were no longer visible at all, and there were blood stains on their dirty clothes, and it was obvious that for a long time before this, their lives were probably more difficult than killing their heads.

Behind the criminals, there was a car that followed the criminals slowly under the support of the gendarmes, and the loudspeaker on the car constantly broadcast the crimes of the criminals, disturbing the peace, organizing riots, and the unforgivable crimes......

Luo Yang sat in the car, looking at the crowd on both sides of the street with cold eyes, and saw that among the restless crowd, there were a large number of students with pale faces, and the corners of his mouth sneered - kill a hundred people, and take advantage of this effect.

He believed that after the elimination of these revolutionary parties, there would be a lot of cessation in his own area in the future.

Yang Yi straightened his waist and looked at those legendary revolutionary parties, he didn't hear any bold words from these revolutionary parties, and his faces were as frightened as death, like everyone who was about to die.

"Senior Wei, we're here to see you off!"

"Senior Tu, we will not be intimidated, we will definitely follow in your footsteps and continue to move forward......"

When the prisoner team passed by Yang Yi and his entourage not far away, a large group of students and young people poured out of the alley, screaming and shouting, and many people even rushed to the prisoner, grabbing and pulling, and then the large group of military police who surrounded them waved the butts of their guns fiercely and smashed them to the ground, and many of them broke their heads and bled out.

A young man who was being chased and beaten fell at Yang An's feet with a miserable howl, a big hole in his head was cracked, like a broken melon pulp, and blood continued to gush out of the mouth.

Yang An looked at the young man blankly, a little frightened.

He had killed chickens, ducks and all kinds of small beasts, even shot bandits, and had seen the corpses of those bandits up close, he had never been afraid of these, but at this moment, he was really scared stupid, because he could clearly feel that the student's life and blood were pouring out of the wound......

"Don't look at An'an, come here......"

Yang Yi dragged Yang An to protect Song Jiawen, Yang Ping and others to the side of the road, Yang Ping had already covered Song Jiawen's eyes, but there was no such shocking fear.

The riots came and went as fast as they came, and the ranks went away, leaving behind a place of wailing students and young people, and the ground was stained with blood.

"Are these students crazy?"

Song Fucai and others scolded and urged them to leave quickly, in their opinion, these students are asking for their own hardships, and it is best to stay away from them, so as not to be contaminated.

"Now you should rest assured, there is no Yang Kuan in it!" Song Jiawen said to Yang Yi.

Yang Yi grinned dryly, and his heart was heavy and he couldn't be happy at all.

These students and young people are about the same age as Yang Kuan, and watching them being brutally beaten is as uncomfortable for Yang Yi as watching Yang Kuan being beaten - they are still a group of children, what can't be said? Why do you have to beat people with your hands, and beat them to death?

A group of people walked quickly to the small building in the west of the city, everyone wanted to leave here quickly, and they didn't feel that there was anything to see in this bustle.

In the distance behind them, Yang Kuan stood in the crowd and watched those prisoners come over, he could no longer recognize the appearance of Wei Guanglong and the others, and could only make a little judgment from the shape and clothing.

He chased the team forward under the flow of people, saying goodbye, his fists clenched tightly, his nails like knives in his palms, but he didn't feel any pain at all.

Yang Kuan was very angry, because he knew Wei Guanglong and others, knew their character, although they were revolutionaries, they were never bad people, and they had never done anything hurtful, so even if they were wrong, they should never be treated like this, let alone be shot.

At the height of the execution ground, a group of dignitaries and gentry gathered together to watch the revolutionary parties who were escorted over and scolded again and again, not only because the policy advocated by these revolutionary parties was to divide their family property, but also because they needed to pay money now-the government, the military and the military police, would always use any excuse to ask them for money.

Guo Xiaokun was in this high platform, looking at those prisoners with cold eyes, he knew these guys, in the school, he counted the highest jumps of these guys, now it's okay, as long as they are shot, the school will be much cleaner.

"Guo Shao......"

Liu Yingqing cautiously squeezed through the crowd and came to Guo Xiaokun's side, full of the most sincere flattery.

"Whatever happens, wait until I finish watching the execution!"

Guo Xiaokun said lightly, but there was an undoubted taste.

The sound of gunfire spread far away in the city, and could be heard across most of the city.

On the second floor of the small building in the west of the city, Yang Quanlin muttered in tears like rain in the direction where the gunshots came: "Da Long, Ah Jun, comrades, go with peace of mind, no matter how fierce and brutal the enemy is, we revolutionaries cannot be frightened......

Then he fell to the ground and peered out through the crack in the window, his gun in his hand.

Song Jiawen and the others opened the courtyard door and walked into the courtyard, beckoning everyone to put luggage and other things everywhere, Yang Yi suddenly pushed Yang An to the ground, and at the same time blocked in front of Song Jiawen who was holding Yang Ping, with a knife-like gaze piercing the window on the second floor!

That gaze, Yang Quanlin, who was frightened, couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, and said in his heart, how could this guy find himself?

After all, there was glass on the window, and he lay down the moment the door opened, and the other party had no reason to find out that he was right, but the other party just found out - who is this guy?

Yang An was lying in the snow, motionless, Yang Ping had already automatically slipped from Song Jiawen's arms, and shrunk behind Yang Yi, neither of them spoke, but all their actions were silently related to Yang Yi's actions.

"Brother Yang, what's wrong?"

Song Jiawen didn't react, while Song Fucai and the others followed Yang Yi's gaze and looked upstairs, but found nothing.

"Come out!"

Yang Yi roared, and his hand had already touched the handle of the short gun on his waist.

He didn't ask if there were any people left in this small building after Song Jiawen, Song Fucai and others went home-there was a murderous leak just now, so it was impossible for anyone in the building to watch the building.

"Don't be nervous, I have no ill intentions!"

Yang Quanlin opened the window and said in a low voice: "Yang An brought me here......"

Yang Yi stared at Yang Quanlin deadly, and after a while, he relaxed his vigilance, and once again provoked a salute and entered the house, and Song Jiawen also followed.

Song Fucai and the others were full of unhappiness, and said in their hearts that although there was nothing in the building, Yang Kuan should not take it upon himself to bring outsiders to live here, and he didn't notice that Yang Kuan and Yang Ping had already taken the initiative to run and close the door, and even poked their heads out of the door before closing the door.

Yang Quanlin came down from upstairs, glanced at Yang Yi with interest, and then smiled apologetically at Song Jiawen, with Song Fucai and others here, he wouldn't say anything.

"Uncle Cai, everyone is tired, let's go and rest first!"

Song Jiawen said that after Song Fucai left, she went to find a charcoal pot to make a fire or something, and only the three Yang Yi brothers and sisters and Yang Quanlin were left in the house.

"How did you find me?"

Yang Quanlin looked at Yang Yi and asked, his eyes full of curiosity.

"My name is Yang Yi, and I am Yang Kuan's eldest brother!"

Yang Yi introduced himself, and then pointed directly at Yang An and Yang Ping and asked: "This is our third brother and little sister, where is Yang Kuan?" ”