At the end of the beach, the sea looks a little hideous at the moment. In the boundless darkness of the night, the higher and higher waves hit wave after wave, slapping heavily on the flat beach, a few hours ago a messy beach has long been hit by the sea water leveling, if you live on the island all year round, see this wave will understand that summer is coming, the wind blowing from the south will blow away the cold of the island, bring warmth at the same time, will also bring waves.

The last black shadow on the dark beach swayed to the edge of the reef, Wu Xinglan, who was standing on the seashore at this time, only stayed for a while, and climbed on the reef on the shore, he looked at the tide and the beach that was swallowed up by most of it, but his eyes were looking towards the mainland, but here he couldn't see the mainland, even if he climbed to the top of the mountain and looked at it with a telescope, he couldn't see the shadow of the mainland, this was just a small island surrounded by the sea.

The formation of the "7" word Hell Island is not big, at least now it is not big for Wu Xinglan, when he first went to Hell Island, he ran a lap from the beach to Chen Qian Mountain, people were tired and half dead, and he didn't know how many whips he had to eat all the way, but now he easily ran two laps, and he didn't dare to guarantee that he was excellent, but he was qualified but no problem, at most, sometimes those non-commissioned officers would whip one or two whips when they were in a bad mood.

After three months of training, the whip and board are getting less and less, and the word is much better, and the big guys can also see a smile on their faces, that is...... Looking towards the sea, Wu Xinglan thought about the old lady and younger brother at home, and at night he got a letter from the platoon commander from home, and the word knew at a glance that it was the word of the younger brother, and the words were read with the old lady's chatter, and the old lady received a "salary" of 14 yuan for two months, which really made him breathe a sigh of relief.

"Do we have any pay?"

"Yes! Privates 7 dollars a month! You're all inferior now! ”

That said that his question was not exchanged for a whip, and the chief answered them truthfully, 7 yuan a month, a salary of five taels of silver, my father has been a soldier for more than ten years, and he has never received a salary of five taels of silver, although nominally he later got a salary of ten taels, listening to the 7 yuan, he only thought that the chief was talking nonsense.

A month later, a few boxes of Yinyang were carried onto the island, and those who were willing to receive the cash could receive cash, and wanted to give it to their families, and the troops guaranteed to send it to their families.

Get the money on the island but there is no place to spend it, not only here is room and board, clothing, and even tobacco, cigarette paper, soap, toilet paper are issued, naturally there is no place to spend money, as for the gambling money as soon as it is found that it is twenty military sticks, and those who choose to send money to their families, but unexpectedly received a letter, at first everyone did not believe it, and later, almost everyone chose to send money to their families.

Naturally, Wu Xinglan is no exception.

"Lan Xin, why are you here?"

Sitting next to Wu Xinglan, looking at his appearance, I knew that he was probably homesick, home! Everybody wants to! But no one can go back.

Wu Xinglan didn't say anything, just looked at the sea quietly, Ma Youcai, who rolled two cigarettes, handed him one cigarette, and the two of them smoked quietly on the reef by the sea.

"Do you know, Brother Lan Xin, I'm not afraid of your jokes, two months ago, I even wanted to escape from this island in my dreams! I've had enough of the board, the whip, the mouth, and I've had enough! I even want to die, and to tell you the truth, once I almost shoved the barrel of the gun into my mouth, but I couldn't do it. ”

Holding a cigarette and having a wealth in his mouth, he said in a small voice, his words only made Wu Xinglan's heart tremble, in the first two months, there were indeed many people who wanted to die, and they were even rescued by the big guy after hanging themselves with a belt.

"But now, do you know what I'm most afraid of?"

"What are you afraid of?"

"I'm afraid that one day those chiefs will say to me, 'Fuck me off!' And send me away by boat! ”

Ma Youcai's voice was very low, but it made Wu Xinglan a little ridiculous, he was the one who wanted to die, and he was the one who didn't want to leave.

"Are you afraid of death?" When you get to this island, do you have a chance to get out alive? Yes! In Wu Xinglan's view, I am afraid that it is the day when the big flag is raised.

"Afraid of death?"

shook his head, but the horse was rich, but he cried.

"Last month, my father came to a letter, saying that I received 7 yuan from the letter I sent back, and sent back 4 yuan with the letter, my father asked me not to suffer myself outside, eat some good and have the strength to work, from me to grow so big, my father is the first time to say such a thing to me, as a son for 20 years, until I came to this Hell Island, I have the opportunity to be a filial son, I don't want to go back, I want to take this real 7 yuan military salary, I also want to be a private, a private, when a corporal, sergeant, sergeant, and even a non-commissioned officer, I know no, The non-commissioned officer takes this number a month. ”

As he spoke, Ma Youcai stretched out his hand and gestured, and then showed a wistful look.

"Sixty yuan, if you can become a sergeant major, your father and mother who have suffered all your life will be happy!"

As if he was afraid of being laughed at by Wu Xinglan, he grabbed the shaved back of his head again.

"Sergeant Major, promise, I don't have that life, but if I can become a sergeant, I can get forty-two yuan a month, which is enough for my father and mother to enjoy happiness!"

Ma Youcai, who was holding a cigarette, looked towards the rough sea.

"Last week, the company commanders who came said to us that as human beings, we must have a head to live, as a Han person, our head is to recover the Han people, we have to wear the clothes of the Han family again, and we have to let our children and grandchildren no longer be slaves of Jianlu, but to be people, not slaves."

Wu Xinglan just quietly listened to Ma Youcai talking there, he wanted to find someone like Ma Youcai to talk to, but he couldn't really dig out his heart like him and pour out all the bitter thoughts in his heart.

"They say, be a soldier...... No, if you are a soldier, you must have the honor of a soldier, and our honor is to fight for the nation, that is, to be loyal, and I said in my heart, I don't know what the honor is talking about. ”

Ma Youcai drooped his head, as if he was hating himself, why he just couldn't understand what that honor was.

"Maybe, just like the commanders said, I'm not a good soldier, I don't have the life to be a good soldier in my bones, maybe I was born to be a slave."

"Don't say that! No one is a minion! ”

His words only made Wu Xinglan frown, but he said a fact that the instructor kept telling them, no one is a slave, everyone is born to be a human being.

"Since I came here, I have been a soldier for one hundred and eight days like you, and there are no unjust souls on Hell Island. I also know that there is absolutely no mercy here, those instructors are eager to kill us, they said that they wanted us to live, and hated them at the time, but now that I think about it, isn't this the reason, if you don't work so hard to us, wait for the future...... It's really on the battlefield, and the one who dies must have been stolen during training! ”

Fiercely extinguished the cigarette butt on the reef, but Ma Youcai's face showed some determination.

"I figured it out, a family like ours has no money and no power, even if you are admitted to kung fu, there is no interest, instead of spending your bones in the township, it is better to fight and be an official, we don't want to, but we can be a non-commissioned officer! As long as you are willing to work the battlefield, you will definitely be promoted, and the eldest husband will immediately take fame, and then he will be paid dozens of yuan a month, and when he finishes the war, he will go home and buy a few more acres of land to become a landlord. ”

His words only brought Wu Xinglan's silence, looking at Ma Youcai, who seemed to be resolute, he was just thinking about his own affairs in his heart.

"Remember how it was sung in the Blood Flag Song?"

was silent for a while, but Wu Xinglan expressed her worries, "Come on!" Prison, guillotine, this is our farewell song, blood-stained blood flags raised to the sky, a solemn oath. If you are afraid of death, let go, we will protect the flag of this nation to the death. ”

Knowing what he meant, Ma Youcai shook his head, "People always die, don't they?" ”

As soon as the words sank, Ma Youcai said something that surprised Wu Xinglan.

"Either we will accept our fate and be dog slaves for a lifetime, or we will fight with our lives! Spell out the riches! ”

When the two were talking, they didn't notice that there was a person standing behind the stone not far from them, listening to their words, Zheng Chengying wanted to walk over and give them two slaps, but he stopped this impulse, and at the same time there was a rare sadness in his heart, he and his classmates were willing to shed blood for the Liberation National Army, and what about these soldiers?

Most of the time, these soldiers are just food, just as the principal said, after hundreds of years of slavery and foolish education, these insensitive compatriots who are accustomed to being slaves will not understand what a country is or what a nation is, let alone the honor of a soldier.

"Officers are the soul of the army, and only your blood can awaken this suffering nation! In this army, the direct presence of officers determines the future of the nation! ”

The conversation between the two soldiers made Zheng Chengying only feel that the pressure on his shoulders was heavier, and he was almost breathless from this pressure, the numbness of his compatriots, and the pressure on his shoulders couldn't help but make him think of those classmates who went back to their hometown to run a school.

"You must do a good job!"

Spring in the land of Lingnan comes earlier than other places, in April, when the mountains and plains in the north and south of the river begin to be covered with green, Lingnan is already a bright spring appearance, as far as the eye can see, everywhere is full of vitality, which makes people feel very happy.

Facing this bright spring, Li Muyang felt relaxed and happy. Because he has already fulfilled his ambitions and ideals here, and even in his heart, long before he got off the ship, he had already sketched the blueprint of the Guangzhou branch of Huangpu Sports Middle School, which is not a veritable branch school.

Half a month ago, Li Muyang and two other classmates, with the school's $3,000 construction fee, a group of three people got on a boat at the Shanghai dock and embarked on the return journey home, they did not choose to directly establish a school, Li Muyang obviously has an advantage that others are not in a hurry, his father ran a middle school in Guangzhou, and it is because of this that he will choose to give up running a school directly.

"In addition to directly running schools, we can make use of the original resources and secretly select revolutionary officers in the name of sports under the pretense of the original school!"

As the second son of Li's concubine, the natural old man did not stop him from taking over the middle school, and was even happy to see it. Dezheng Middle School was built on the edge of the city, and the Li family owned a house that was abandoned after the fire. Li Muyang stepped into the door of Dezheng Middle School in high spirits, but the reality in front of him was too far from the Dezheng Middle School in his mind, he knew how much this school was the product of his father's fame, and the school only had six teachers and more than 100 teenage male students.

The campus is filled with an unpleasant smell, garbage and waste are piled up everywhere, passages throughout the garden are blocked by weeds, and many classrooms lack doors and windows. A few pigs raised by the teacher and his family were randomly fed in the garden, and when Li Muyang and his party passed by, they blew very loudly, and the so-called playground was also overgrown with weeds.

"Raise your voice, this is what you call Dezheng Middle School?"

Liao Zhiyuan's frowning and asking rhetorically only made Li Muyang's face seem a little unbearable, on the boat back, he always kept telling his classmates how this school is, but now? It's a middle school, and it's a ruin, like a garbage dump. In such an environment, it is uncomfortable to stay for a few more minutes, let alone stay here for a long time.

"It's better than being poor and white, so it's just the right time to use us!"

Li Muyang put down his luggage stupidly and turned to look at the teachers who greeted him, the eldest young master.

"Teacher Yu, hurry up and ask craftsmen to repair doors and windows!"

This may be the first order given by Li Muyang after he became the "principal" of this school, and he did not forget to add.

"You don't have to wait for the old man to get the boat, I'll pay for it!"

The next day, the school held a welcome meeting, and Li Muyang assigned homework to all the teachers and students in the classroom: clean up the whole school! Then, he took off his "Chinese suit" and held up his sleeves, and cleaned the dilapidated campus with teachers and students, eradicating weeds, planting trees and flowers. A week later, the whole campus was completely renewed, showing a thriving scene, and the new look of this Dezheng school even appeared in the newspapers, and the number of students increased from the original 102 to 136. This result made Li Muyang very unhappy.

On the morning of early summer, Li Muyang, Qiu Shaobai, and Liao Zhiyuan took 168 Dezheng students on their way back from the Big Buddha Temple.

"Seven hundred thousand!"

Is it true? The student, who was extremely heavy, asked himself in his heart, but no one doubted his real surname. My Buddha is compassionate, and the monks really don't lie. In the seventh year of Shunzhi, the Qing soldiers trapped the number of 700,000 in Guangzhou and slaughtered the city, and it was the monk Zhenxiu of Wulonggang in the eastern suburbs who hired people to clean up the corpses, gather and bury them, and bury the remaining embers to bury them together and set up a monument.

Li Muyang, Qiu Shaobai, and Liao Zhiyuan were also in a heavy mood, and through the mouth of the monk, they said that the massacre in Guangzhou that year, and 700,000 ancestors were brutally killed by Jianyu, although it was a little cruel, but this would look at these students, and the three of them knew that this might be the best choice, and even more obvious than directly taking out the "Record of Atrocities in Jianyu".

Walking, walking, a group of one hundred and seventy-one people unknowingly came to a dirt mountain.

"Students, this is it! This is where the Zhenxiu monks buried their ancestors in Guangzhou together."

Holding the mountain full of weeds and trees, Li Muyang said in a heavy voice. After speaking, they bowed and saluted with the students, burned paper and incense, and on the way back, some students temporarily revolted, saying that they wanted to sacrifice the ancestors who died, and every student knew that among the 700,000 people who were killed by Jian, there must be their ancestors.

On this day in early summer, in front of this joint burial tomb, there was a strange atmosphere, and the students were in a heavy mood, and when they looked at the abandoned tomb, tears always involuntarily slipped down their cheeks, which was not taught in the books.

"Mr. Li! Why did you build a captive and slaughter me! ”

"It's just because our Han ancestors don't want to be slaves of the country!"

"Slave of the Dead Country?"

And Li Muyang, who was sad, nodded and continued.

"Since the founding of China, they have all been the native land of the Han people. Our Han nationality was born in Si, grew up in Si, gathered the country in Si, since the history of thousands of years. Since the founding of China, China has been completely destroyed in Mongolia, half of China has died in Wuhu and Liaojin, and the 16 states of Yanyun have been cut off, and the death of China is not dead, and it is determined whether the lord of the Han people is the master or not. The death of the husband China is not the death, it depends on whether the Han people are the main or not. If the king of China is a foreign race, then China decides to be a dead country. ”

One hundred and sixty-eight students, who were no less than fifteen or sixteen years old, and the elders, seventeen or eighteen years old, listened to the teacher's words with a look on their faces: "Last year, the Manchu Qing Dynasty negotiated peace with the Eight Kingdoms, and measured the material resources of China to form friends with the favor of the country, but the Manchu Qing Dynasty never regarded the people of China as the people of China, regarded the people of China as slaves, and could measure the material resources of China, and seek the rule of one family and one family, and the rule of the Wei family, so how could they care about the court of the foreigners!" ”

When Li Muyang said this, most of these students looked thoughtful.

"Teacher, if this is the case, if you want to seek the prosperity and strength of the country, you must first drive out the Tartars and restore the Han nationality, so that you can realize the prosperity and strength of the country, and you will no longer become a slave of other races!"

A student's answer only made Li Muyang look at him a few more times, but he didn't say anything, but sang softly.

"The leaves are pale, and the white dew is frost. Wide sleeves fluttering, where is it now. After several vicissitudes of life, several times of mourning. The clothes are insignificant, and they will eventually become a sound. I would like to return to the Han and Tang Dynasties and play the role of the palace merchant again. Wearing the clothes of my Han family, I am a state of etiquette. I am willing to return to the Han and Tang Dynasties, and rise again in the Han Dynasty, why not be afraid of the road obstacles, look at my Huaxia son......"

In front of the tombs of the 700,000 Han ancestors who were killed by the Qing soldiers, the stiff official language sang this song, the expectation in the song and the tragedy of history converged in their voices, tears slipped down the cheeks of these teenagers, they sang this song, looking at the tomb but their eyes were changing.

“…… Rise up Hanbang Weiyang again, why not be afraid of the road obstacles, look at my Huaxia son......"

(To be continued)