Chapter 47: Shootout on the Bell Car

I shuddered, and subconsciously reached out and tightened the front of my trench coat. For the first time, I felt that my IQ was not enough, and my little cleverness was simply vulnerable to these people. To put it mildly, there is only one way in front of them to be obedient and obedient. To put it seriously, I dare to make some demon moths at this juncture, and it is estimated that there are not even bones left after being eaten.

In the early autumn days, if the sun is fine, there is still a bit of "autumn tiger" meaning, but I feel that the cold hairs on my back stand up. I have never been as politically conscious as I am, and I have never been as enthusiastic about demonstrations as many of my classmates, even compared to my close friends Mislin and Wei February.

But fate seems to be deliberately playing a game of cat and mouse with me, and in the end it will always be related to various forces. Fortunately, the spirit of Ah Q is fully embodied in my body, and my heart is full of tension and anxiety, but the time for specific actions has not yet been decided, so there is still room for psychological construction, and my heart feels better.

In these days of the ambulance corps, the most intuitive feeling that war brought me was death. The vivid life disappeared in a blink of an eye, which gave me a different understanding of life, and "human life is not as good as a dog in troubled times" is actually not bad at all.

And along the way, I learned the importance of peace. On the surface, Shanghai is still singing and dancing, but it is no longer the same Shanghai. The clean and bustling roads are lined with French military vehicles and tanks, and heavily armed soldiers stand guard in the streets. In the distance, ornate buildings were hit by shells dropped by the Japanese, and the clear sky above was shrouded in billowing black smoke. People desperately want to keep everything in the past, but in fact they just bury their heads in the sand and think they are ostriches.

A shrill whistle sounded in the street, and the tram braked sharply without warning, and many passengers who had not been seated fell to the ground. A girl in a cotton uniform standing near me accidentally bumped into me.

I originally suspected that she was three-handed, and the three-handed hands of Shanghai Beach have always liked to pick on crowded trams. But when I saw that the bag on my lap was intact, my heart was completely relaxed.

The girl blushed and snorted, "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, did I hurt you?" ”

When I saw her anxious face, I shook my head and comforted her: "It's okay, it's not your fault. But I secretly wondered in my heart why her way of writing and the tone of her voice were so strange, and the moment she hit me just now, it seemed that something hard had hit my knees painfully. I looked at her frowning brow and secretly clenched fists, and a terrible thought suddenly crossed my mind.

As he spoke, he suddenly found that the originally quiet carriage suddenly became noisy, and the passengers crowded to the window, and the excited posture was not much different from the shooting of the prisoner. The Chinese are really a people who like to make fun! When I looked closer, I saw a group of French soldiers hugging a man with his hands tied behind his back. The man shouted loudly, but the content was in Japanese that he didn't understand at all. I pondered: It looks like I have caught a Japanese spy.

The group of soldiers reprimanded the Japanese spy in French, and seeing that he was honest, suddenly turned his attention to the car. I couldn't help but be secretly frightened, and my first reaction was: Scared, I won't be glorious without doing anything! When I think about it, I feel that I am overestimating myself. Outsiders like me, who have not even touched the edge of underground work, are probably not uncommon for the concession authorities to catch them. It looks like they should suspect that there are also accomplices of Japanese spies hidden in this car!

Thinking so, three or four French soldiers had already arrived in the carriage. These Europeans grew up eating milk and butter, and they were all tall and powerful. In addition, the outfit with loaded guns and ammunition looks a little vicious. They searched one by one, and in addition to checking everyone's documents, they also searched their belongings and asked a few questions if they saw anything suspicious.

They checked all the way from the front of the car to the back of the car, and found no suspicious people, and it seemed that they were ready to get out of the car. I jumped out of my seat, followed them and rushed down.

A French soldier was afraid that I would fall, so he reached out and helped me. Taking advantage of this opportunity, I said in English, "Look, the girl in blue has got a gun."

The Frenchman listened to me and rushed into the car with his spear in hand. Unexpectedly, the Japanese woman had already prepared, and hit his eyebrows with an impartial "bang".

The Frenchman fell in front of me before he could snort, dripping blood and white brains splashing all over me, and the thick bloody breath rushed straight to the door.

When the other French soldiers saw that their companion had been shot, they did not take matters into their own hands. Instead, he quickly chose a hidden position and engaged in a shootout with the Japanese woman in the car. The Japanese woman was anxious and wise, and pulled an old gentleman next to her to be a hostage, but the French soldiers did not care so much about the life and death of the Chinese, and they were not restrained by her threat at all. Before the Japanese woman could shoot, a bullet hit her right shoulder. The pistol was out of her hand, she knew that she was invincible, and wanted to escape through the window, but she was used as a live target by the French. The bullets left a shocking glow in the carriage, but the Japanese woman did not leave a life-threatening wound except for a few skin wounds. The French, who rushed up, rushed up and captured her alive when she tried to kill herself with the dagger she carried with them.

As a witness and direct witness to the incident, I was asked by the concession police to make a statement, but I could not return to the ambulance group that night, so I had to go home to rest under the escort of the police.

Shui Qing, who came to open the door, saw that I was embarrassed, and was so frightened that I was stunned there. I reached out and patted her on the shoulder: "But don't scream, if grandpa finds out, I'll be finished." On the other hand, he asked her, "Is my dad back, is my mom sleeping?" And February, is she still used to living? ”

Shui Qing shook his head: "The third master, he has not been home for two or three days, and yesterday my wife asked me to send a change of clothes." In the past few days, my wife has also been busy sewing military uniforms and flags for the soldiers on the front line, and she is busy until the middle of the night every day. She paused, as if considering what to say: "Miss Wei doesn't seem to have much energy, and her appetite is not good, and I wanted to bring her food at five or six o'clock, but she was already asleep." ”

I muttered for a few seconds and whispered to her, "Then I'll go to my mother and talk, you can rest first." ”