Twenty-nine: Never forget

The devil's commander waved his command knife at the crowd in the depression, and he howled. The devil's machine gun went off. All the devils raised their guns and shot.

The [***] people shouted: "Down with the devil!" The policeman stretched out his arms and shouted: "The devil of the dog, you asked Lao Tzu to be a wild ghost here, a ghost who died unjustly, Lao Tzu will not let you go if he dies." The woman turned around and hugged the child tightly, and she screamed that the bullets were all on herself. The old man shouted, "My son! "They fell at the sound of the gunshots, and the men stood upright, and they preferred to die until the last drop of blood was shed.

The boss in the robe scolded loudly: "Little devil, you who have suffered a thousand cuts, you must not die well!" The landlord in the horse coat pointed at the devil and scolded loudly, how did your mother raise things that are inferior to your inferior animals.

The people who were driven into the depression fell one after another under the sound of gunfire.

The sound of gunfire woke Wang Mingming, and she knew that the devils were carrying out a massacre. She wanted to look up at her compatriots, who were righteous in front of the guns of devils, and she wanted to remember their unyielding image. Her body couldn't move. She couldn't get one last look.

She was the one who crawled out of the pile of dead in the Holocaust. is the only one who survived. She wants to remember the sins of the devils. Avenge the dead. As the gunfire subsided, she closed her eyes and passed out again.

The cold morning woke Wang Mingming from the darkness. The East has turned white. The sky was floating faintly with white clouds. From time to time, there were sporadic gunshots and the barking of wolfdogs in the cold air.

The coagulated blood covered her left eye, and she couldn't open it with a lot of effort. She touched the knife on her face, and she didn't feel the pain of the wound. She tried to sit up, but she moved her body and couldn't sit up. She may have been numb from the cold, and her hands and feet did not obey her.

She tilted her head to look down the hill to see that the fire in the village had been extinguished. The devil was eating breakfast in a distant mountain col, and a few bonfires were roasting dog meat, which were a few dogs in the village.

Wang Mingming realized that he was still alive, it was good to be alive, and if he was alive, he would have a chance to take revenge! She wants to avenge her relatives and fellow villagers. Her heart was filled with a sea of blood and hatred.

She saw a few devils coming from the bottom of the mountain, and if they were discovered, they would die. She thought that this time it was over, not every devil would let her go. The only place to hide was the shack, and the ** who survived made her turn over and climb into the shack. She saw the devil coming up from the shack, but the devil did not come to the shack.

A devil went to the vegetable field and picked up one of Lan Ying's legs and dragged it down the mountain. Lan Ying's body was tossed on the ground. Long black hair spread out.

The devil dragged several corpses down the hillside until they reached the place where the devil was eating. It was a depression under the hillside. Piled up with corpses shot en masse. The devil gathered the corpses there, piled them together as much as they could, and the devil poured buckets of gasoline on the corpses.

The devil who had eaten carried away the roasted dog meat, and the greens, celery, cabbage and cabbage planted at the foot of the mountain were also plucked by the devil and carried away on the tarpaulin. They want everything, everything is good.

The devil with the torch ran around the depression with a mask and kept igniting the corpse. Thick black smoke filled the mountains, and the air was filled with the smell of gasoline and charred corpses. The devil continued to pour gasoline on the unburned corpses. The corpses twisted, deformed, and turned to ashes in the flames. The devil is burning corpses and destroying evidence.

This side of the shack was downwind, and the cold wind swept over with thick smoke, and a fishy smoke burrowed into the shack and choked Wang Mingming. She coughed a few times in her choking and fainted.

She woke up again and it was already dark, and she tried to lift her body to look outside, and it was pitch black down the mountain. The fireworks have been extinguished, and no gunfire can be heard. She judged that the devil had withdrawn. She lay down with a sigh of relief. There is no one here but himself. From now on, I will be with the mountains here and the trees here.

Wang Mingming lay in the shack and watched the dark shadows of the trees sway in the gray night sky, very much like a group of devils dancing in the air. She wasn't afraid, she stared blankly for a long time. She wondered if she was also a ghost, a living dead man, a ghost in the barren mountains and mountains. Since he is an unjust ghost, what is there to be afraid of in the dark night and the barren mountain?

She was lying like that, the thatch under her was warm and comfortable. She looked at the sky for a while, closed her eyes and thought about nothing. My mind went blank. The night passed slowly, and the sky gradually brightened up in the hoarfrost on the ground. A ray of sunlight shone weakly into the shack. A new day took the place of blood, and the cold wind swept through the woods and let out a piercing scream, like the cry of an unjust ghost.

She listened carefully, it was too similar. She had heard that the soul of whoever died unjustly would weep the next day at the place where he had died. So many people died unjustly here, and their cries were naturally loud and miserable. They cried enough and left.

She thought of her aunt and eldest cousin, and thought of Miss Lanying and the villagers, who were all killed by the devil in the blink of an eye. They died unjustly. There was their voice in the cries and cries of the place. There must be. Especially the eldest cousin, he was killed by the devil when he fled to his home nine times in his life.

She wanted to cry loudly when she thought of these relatives with tears rolling down, but her throat seemed to be blocked and she couldn't scream.

It may have been the effect of tears, the blood clot that had covered her eyes loosened. She gently uncovered the blood clot, and saw something in her left eye. She was very glad that her eyes were good.

She wanted to drink water, and there was a waterhole under the turnip field, and the people on the hill ate the water there. Water the ground with the water there. She had to go around in a circle to get there, and she didn't have the strength to climb there. How can I get water? She flipped over and looked up, and she saw the turnips. That's the radish my aunt planted. The turnip field was very close to the hut, and she crawled towards the turnip field, and she wanted to pick up the turnips and eat them.

She climbed with great difficulty, and it took a great deal of effort to climb to the edge of the turnip field. She peeled off the soil on the turnip, and the long turnip was revealed. She grabbed the radish and shook it gently, and after a while the radish came out.

The ground on the hill was soft, and there was no mud on the turnips. She still wiped and bit on her clothes. The radish is full of water, sweet and crunchy, and it is very delicious. She looked at the watery radish and was excited. With it, you won't starve, you can live. But when she was biting the turnip, the wound on her face hurt a lot.

She healed her injuries by eating radishes every day, and she survived. Although the knife wound on her right leg was healed, her leg seemed to be short, and it was very difficult to walk step by step. The knife wound on the left side of her face had healed, and the long scar had tightened the muscles, and it had deformed half of her face. Her face became extremely ugly. It was Scar that tightened her muscles, and her voice changed.

The main house of my aunt's house was burned down by devils. The kitchen is still good, it is a mountain stone masonry wall, bluestone slab roof. Wang was able to move around, and she moved into the kitchen. She lit a fire to cook, she hadn't eaten in a long time.

My aunt's kitchen has some paperwork. Wang Mingming found a match, and she burned paper in front of the door of every house to surpass the dead. She also cleaned the yards of every house.

She went to the depression below the hillside, where her compatriots were killed. There she burned paper and buried all the ashes with a shovel. She erected a wooden board there, on which she wrote 'Never Forget' in charcoal.

Wang Mingming and her aunt had enough grain to eat for two years, and the greens, celery and radishes that her aunt had planted had already blossomed and borne fruit. In order to survive, she used her crippled body to grow vegetables in her aunt's field and went to the mountains to chop firewood to live a self-sufficient life. Her life was very difficult, no oil, no salt, no quilt cover. In order to save matches, she buried a fire in the stove.

Although her words were very bitter and tired. Every time I think of her still alive, I feel very happy. There's nothing better than being alive. She remembered what the clerical father had said, "Heaven is good, but no one wants to go there." ”