Today, I suddenly found that this book was blocked, and I really have mixed feelings! It's the first time that an old cat has grown so big and has been pushed ...... Thanks for the blood reward, thanks to the film and video, there is nothing to say, the number of updates doubled during the closure period! There was a 5K one in the morning, and now another 5K one! ）

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Slowly, the thing crawled closer, and it was a person who could be seen clearly, only the upper body, not the lower body, and each hand tied a plank to the ground, crawling forward one by one.

This "man" was ragged, with unkempt white hair and a white beard propped up, like a hedgehog. The figure slowly climbed onto the road, raised his face, looked at the dozen or so in military uniforms indifferently, laughed twice, lowered his head again, and continued to support his only upper body, crawling towards the opposite side of the road.

Everyone didn't say a word, and Xiang Xiaoqiang silently looked at this ghost-like old man, watching him climb across the entire road with difficulty.

"Ziteng," he said, turning his head, "you go and give him some money." ”

Stomach ache hesitated, and said softly:

"Captain, there are too many such people here. Again...... This is a madman, and he ...... given money."

Xiang Xiaoqiang closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and sighed:

"Go ahead, Ziteng, give him some money."

The stomach hurt and glanced at him, but without further argument, he felt in his pocket, got out of the car and walked towards the old man.

The old man turned his head slowly, looked at him twice, and suddenly screamed as if frightened, muttered something indistinctly, and shook his head frantically, and supported the ground with his arms quickly, and fled to the side of the road, so fast that ordinary people have to trot to catch up.

After chasing a few steps with a stomachache, I watched him climb onto the railway, and was about to catch up, when he heard a roar to Xiaoqiang:

"Forget it! Ziteng, come back! ”

……

The old madman kept looking back, his eyes were terrified, and the light was shining like a wild dog in the night.

Everyone didn't say anything, they all rode silently, with white mist spraying from their mouths, and pedaling hard.

The old madman behind him suddenly howled again, and then began to weep bitterly, as if he remembered some of the most tragic past.

The dogs in the distant village barked for a while, and they could be heard from afar.

……

It wasn't until six o'clock, when the night sky turned from thick black to deep blue, that the endless farmland disappeared, and the second river that Xiang Xiaoqiang was looking forward to seeing was finally in front of him.

This is the ancient Yellow River, also called the old Yellow River, the abandoned Yellow River, and the old road of the Yellow River. It was a remnant of the Yellow River's last diversion through Xuzhou in the mid-19th century. In later generations, it flowed through Xuzhou City, with the old city to the south and the new city to the north.

But now, it seems that Xuzhou City still only has the old city, and the north of the ancient Yellow River is still a desolate countryside.

The river is much narrower than the Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal, which is only twenty or thirty meters wide, and a steel-framed bridge spans the river, from which the railway leads to the south bank.

There were also guards at the bridgehead, but now that it was a little light, even if the guards didn't see the rank of the sticky pole on their shoulders, these dozen officers and soldiers on bicycles and wearing "tiger skins" were not the target of their interrogation. This time, I didn't even ask, and a team of people went straight over.

On the south bank of the river, by the bridge, there is a big iron ox of Zhenhe, black, half a person high. If it weren't for the fear of attracting attention, Xiang Xiaoqiang really wanted to stop and take a good look at this big iron bull.

In later generations, on the bank of the ancient Yellow River in Xuzhou, there was a big iron ox in Zhenhe, and later after the founding of the People's Republic of China, a larger copper ox was cast, which was in the green garden on the bank of the river. The bronze bull was quite large, the granite base was nearly a man high, and the cow's testicles were the size of a human head. In the old summer nights, children often climbed on the pedestal and went under the belly of the cow to play, and the pair of large copper testicles were always shiny and shiny to the touch.

Thinking of this, Xiang Xiaoqiang's heart was slightly lighter, and a smile inadvertently crept up on the corner of his mouth.

……

After crossing the river, it looks a bit like a city. There began to be intersecting roads, lined with low houses on both sides, and occasionally small two-story buildings, most of which were made of blue brick. Further south, there are all kinds of shops, with signs on the doors, carrying pretenses, but most of them are boarded.

The narrow road is dusty and dirty with standing water and garbage on both sides. There are often grayish-white sputum stains on the road surface, all of which have formed ice.

There were occasionally two or three pedestrians, most of them wearing black and gray cotton jackets, with their heads bowed, their hands in their sleeves, and white mist spraying from their mouths and noses, walking slowly. Occasionally, when they raised their eyes to see the dozen or so officers on bicycles, they all stopped and stared in amazement for a moment, and then, as if suddenly remembered, they hurried into the alley by the side of the road.

A scrawny leper dog on the side of the road, with his tail between his legs, trembling through the garbage heap to eat, saw the dozen or so bicycles rushing over, and hurriedly limped away to dodge.

The edges of the city are quiet, everything is dirty, cramped, and lifeless.

……

The road ahead suddenly came to an end, and a high blue-black wall stood in front of him.

As soon as he raised his hand to Xiaoqiang, everyone behind him stopped. Xiang Xiaoqiang raised his head and looked at the high wall in surprise. The large blue-black bricks were raised all the way, and there were arrows on top of them. Not too high, but with ** meters.

This is a clear wall! In later generations, a section of the ancient city wall preserved next to Xuzhou Kuaizaiting Park is like this.

Looking at both sides, the walls stretched out until they were blocked by buildings. This is by no means the "ancient city wall" that is deliberately preserved, but the city of Xuzhou at this time has a city wall!

Xiang Xiaoqiang turned his head in disbelief and saw that the others were also looking at the city wall, but their faces were normal, and no one felt that anything was wrong.

He didn't ask, but turned to look at the walls again, and his mind turned. Yes, it's the twentieth century, but it's still the thirties. Most of China's cities were well walled until the forties. During the Anti-Japanese War and the Civil War, the city was also attacked by attacking the city wall.

"Captain," the snail asked, "shall we go into the city?" It's time to open the gates. ”

Stomach ache also said:

"Even if it's not open, we can call it open in this dress."

Town? Xiang Xiaoqiang turned his mind again, looking at this tightly blocked city wall, he obviously felt a very uncomfortable feeling.

In the telegram, they were asked to go into the city to find a place to settle down, Xiang Xiaoqiang didn't think much about it at the time, because he didn't expect that there was such a thing as a "city wall". Now that he had a lap of this thing, his instinct told him that it was not appropriate to rush into the city.

"Don't go into the city first," Xiang Xiaoqiang said hesitantly, "Come in at noon, come out after the end, and don't stay in there for a moment." Once something happens, as soon as the city gate is closed, we are turtles in the urn. ”

"That'...... So where do we live now? ”

Xiang Xiaoqiang didn't speak, just stared at the corner.

At the foot of the city wall lay a line of beggars, one by one, lined up along the city wall, and there were hundreds as far as the eye could see.

Compared to the beggars on the streets of Nanjing, the beggars here are not human at all. Not to mention the large number, they were as thin as skeletons, draped in scattered rags, and they couldn't see their original color at all. A few of them still had black and yellow rotten cotton wool, and most of the beggars did not even have rotten cotton wool on them.

They were motionless, just lying there, motionless in this cold morning, not knowing which ones were dead and which were alive.

One of them, a female beggar, with yellow hair, lay on her side, holding a little girl of seven or eight years old in her arms. The beggar lay still, motionless, her face, hands, and feet were gray and sallow, and she was evidently dead for a long time. The little girl in her arms was still asleep, probably not feeling the warmth of her mother's body, and moved, making a whimpering sound like a puppy, I don't know if she was complaining or being coquettish.

Xiang Xiaoqiang's heart ached, he couldn't stand it anymore, and wanted to ask someone to put some money in the broken bowl next to the dead mother, but when he saw the beggars who woke up one after another, he dispelled this idea.

The beggars stared at him with their eyes open, some blank, some frightened, some curious. Xiang Xiaoqiang knew that once he put the money in the hands of this little girl, all these eyes would turn to the little girl, and they would become greedy and murderous.

"Captain," the snail sighed as if reading through his thoughts, "you're a good-hearted man. …… But no, there are so many, you have to give it to you, and you can't give less, or the little girl can't keep it. Alas, it's too small, and it won't use money. ”

"I know." Xiang Xiaoqiang said gloomily.

"Besides," the snail looked at his face carefully, "and the words given are too attention-grabbing...... We still have a mission...... The officer at the sticky pole is here to give money to the beggars, which is also too ......"

"I know." Xiang Xiaoqiang said gloomily.

Xiang Xiao emphasized the head of the bicycle and waved his hand lightly to let everyone turn around. Everyone understood what he meant, and everyone gently moved the bikes, trying not to make a sound, not wanting to wake up the little girl. Everyone wanted to avoid the tragic scene.

Didn't hide in the end. After the group rode out for dozens of meters, a little girl suddenly cried heartbreakingly from behind:

"Mother...... Mother...... You're dead...... Yes...... My mother is dead...... My mother is dead...... Oh my god......"

Xiang Xiaoqiang's heart was pulled, his nose was sore, and tears were almost coming down. He didn't look back, sped up the pedaling, forcibly endured the sourness in his heart, and said in a normal tone as much as possible:

"Brethren, when I came in, I saw an inn by the roadside, and we went to sleep there and went into the city at noon. Look at it, don't ride it. ”

……

Because the city gate is closed at night, there are also hotels outside the city, in order to let those merchants who arrive in Xuzhou at night, but can't enter the city. However, the Qing Dynasty's restrictive movement policy, there were not many merchants who came and went in normal times, although there was only one inn outside the city, business was still very bleak, and there were always a large number of vacant houses.

"Get us a big shop," Xiang Xiaoqiang instructed the shopkeeper, "a dozen or so people in a room." ”

Chase shops do have them, but they're too cheap. When the boss saw that there were so many of them, and there were three officers, he saluted his cigarette and said with a smile:

"Sir, some of the small shops have single rooms on the top, and the brothers live in the shops, how can the chiefs ......?"

Xiang Xiaoqiang took a cigarette in his mouth, leaned into the fire stretched out by the boss, and then according to the habit of Xuzhou people, his fingers tapped twice on the back of the cigarette lighter's hand, did not speak, spit out a smoke ring, and looked out of the door.

The stomach hurt next to him and understood what he meant, and said:

"If you want to get through the shop, you can get the shop, don't ask so much, the chief doesn't enjoy bringing the brothers out, the shop is convenient for the task, you know? Or who is our chief, and wouldn't you enjoy it if you have a single room? ”

Xiang Xiaoqiang frowned and waved a paper cigarette:

"He's a common man, don't tell him so much...... Hey, boss, hurry up, yours is also indispensable for the reward. ”

"Hey, hey......"

The shopkeeper hurriedly took the key from behind the counter and led it to the back to open the door.

The group retreated their bikes to the backyard and untied the weapons pouches of the front girders and brought them into the house.

The long room is more than 20 square meters, very dark, with several large wooden pillars pestle, and the wooden floor slab on the head. A long bunk that can sleep more than a dozen people, covered with bedding, looks dirty, and the smell is not very good.

When you open the window, there is a very secluded street behind you, and you can go out as soon as you turn over something.

"Okay," Xiang Xiaoqiang and the other shopkeepers stepped back, looked at the pocket watch, and smiled at the team members, "It's not good, it's almost six o'clock, everyone hurry up and sleep, you can sleep for five hours." Snail, Ziteng, the three of us take turns on duty. I'm on the first shift. ”

Everyone checked their weapons, the submachine gun bag was at hand, the big belly box was well loaded in their arms, and they were ready to sleep in their clothes.

Outside the window, the loudspeaker suddenly sounded, and the sound of shrill music came in.

Everyone was excited, Xiang Xiaoqiang ran quickly to the window, pushed the window and looked, only to see that the only few people on the street stood still, facing the north, with indifferent expressions.

The loudspeaker sounded the prelude from nowhere, and an impassioned male voice shouted inside:

"Long live my Great Qing Empire, long live, long live, long live!"

The men followed weakly:

"Long live my Qing Empire, long live, long live, long live......"

The loudspeaker shouted again:

"Long live my Lord Holy Emperor, long live, long live, long live!"

One of them happened to catch a glimpse of Xiang Xiaoqiang pushing the window, and immediately stood up straight, shouting with all his strength:

"Long live my Lord Holy Emperor, long live, long live, long live!"

Several other people were startled by him, and they also saw Xiang Xiaoqiang according to his eyes, all of them were so frightened that their faces changed color, and they also stood up straight, and shouted long live with the radio in the mountains.

Immediately afterwards, the wind music started on the radio, and the majestic singing sounded, and those people hurriedly sang along very seriously:

"Gong Jinou,

Cheng Tianwei,

The ...... of the people and the algae"

……

Xiang Xiaoqiang came back to his senses, turned around and asked:

"What's going on? What are they doing? ”

"This?" The snail said, "Captain, this is Qingyu raising the national flag and playing the national anthem." ”

"The national anthem of the Qing Dynasty?"

Xiang Xiaoqiangqi, the national anthem of the Qing Dynasty, this is the first time I have heard of it. He looked out the window again. Outside continues to sing:

"Hi compatriots,

Qing Shi was lucky.

Zhen Xi Hao ......"

……

Stomach ache also says:

"Yes, captain, every morning at six o'clock, the national flag must be raised in all parts of the country, and all the people have to sing the national anthem, and they can't move. Qinggou is specially checked, if you find out that you don't stand well, you will be unlucky......"

Xiang Xiaoqiang said:

"What about our Da Ming? Is there an anthem too? Do you also raise the flag every day? ”

They all vaguely heard that this captain Xiang Xiaoqiang was an overseas Chinese, hired by Daming East Factory, and it was the first time he came to Daming when he was so old. His question just confirmed this statement.

Stomach ache quickly replied:

"Yes, captain, we have to raise the national flag at this time every day."

"What does our flag look like?"

"The bright yellow background, the vermilion dragon, and the rectangular flag are more spiritual than the triangular dragon flag of the Qing Dynasty!"

"And what about our national anthem?"

"It's "Mountains and Rivers of the Old Country", written by Zheng Jing Wang Ye back then!"

"Mountains and rivers of the old country......" Xiang Xiaoqiang muttered and repeated, listening to the song "Gong Jinou" that kept coming from the window, on a whim, blurted out, "Let's sing it!" ”

Several people looked at each other.

The snail was stunned for a moment, and said incredulously:

"Captain, we're in the territory of the Clearers now! Sing the Ming National Anthem? ”

Others also said:

"yes, it's dangerous!"

Xiang Xiaoqiang thought about the mother who froze to death, and he was irritable for a while, and his emotions came up, and he waved his hand:

"Hurry up, sing and hear what's wrong, just be quiet! Now that the national anthem of the Qing Dynasty outside is so loud, we don't dare to sing the Ming national anthem? Hurry up, Ziteng, you give a head start. ”

Everyone looked at each other and listened to the constant howl of the loudspeaker outside the window:

"Gong Jinou,

Cheng Tianwei,

Minwu Xinwu algae......

The sky is high, and the sea is surging......"

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The snail's face flushed, and he stomped his foot and went over to close the window.

looked at him with a stomachache, nodded, cleared his throat, and whispered to the leader:

"Hulu is all over Kyushu,

Loyal ministers and righteous men are sorrowful.

There is no Bo prodigal son room blow,

It must be effective for the ancestors of the middle class

……”

Then everyone whispered:

“……

The mountains and rivers of the old country are all discolored,

The old palace turned into a mound.

Revenge Snow shame knows when the day,

Don't cut Loulan and swear endlessly.

……”

Xiang Xiaoqiang looked at everyone, but he couldn't help himself, and followed softly:

"The mountains and rivers of the old country have changed color,

The old palace turned into a mound.

Revenge Snow shame knows when the day,

Don't cut Loulan and swear endlessly.

……”

Everyone sang this tragic and passionate song in a whisper, and everyone's faces were already red with excitement, and their chests were surging.

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(PS: Thanks to the SS Rubber Grenadier, Iron Man Peach Standing on the Ground and other book friends for a few hard injuries: 1. In 1935, a large number of Mauser 98 rifles should be equipped instead of Mauser 98K rifles, which have been corrected; 2. The Junkers-52 model in 1935 could only carry 12 people, not 15. As a result, Lao Mao reduced the squad from 15 to 10 people: Xiang Xiaoqiang himself, Snail, Du Ziteng, and 7 veterans of the original commando team, including two machine gunners and military doctors. There are not many plots to be moved in this way, and the team is more streamlined, removing the two "mustaches" of Zhuo Buqun, Gou Shun and Tiandihui, which are more redundant and have no scenes. 3. Since the hook of the umbrella bag has been hung on the crossbar before skydiving, there is no need to manually open the umbrella bag. Given that this was a Queen's landline, not a specialized airdrop aircraft, the crossbar was eliminated and the manual cable was retained. ）

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