68, the people's will (Meng)

On the hottest day of the summer season, the asphalt road seems to melt away. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

About half an hour after sunset, a motorcyclist came from the central part of Qi to a small inn on the outskirts of Jinhu City. This small inn is the first stop in Mengzhou, and the signboard reads: "Pure Green Handmade Baogu Liquor".

It was a hot day, but the wind started to pick up. The traveler wore a wide cloak that covered even the rear wheels of the motorcycle. He wears a large hat with a five-colored cockade. In this place where you put a cold gun from behind the wall and use the cockade as a target, this kind of dress is dangerous. The cloak tied around the neck is slightly open, and the arms can move freely, and under the arms are the five-colored belts and the two pistol handles that are exposed above the belts. A waist knife peeks out from under the cloak. The two-wheeled motorcycle stopped, alarming the inn, the door opened, and the owner walked out with a lamp. It was dusk, it was still daytime on the road, and it was already dark in the houses.

The innkeeper looked at the cockade and said:

"Citizen, where do you stay?"

"Nope. ”

"Where are you going?"

"Self-deception. ”

"Then you should go back the way you came, or stay in Jinhu City. ”

"Why?"

"There's a war going on there. ”

"Huh!" said the guest, and then added:

"Get some gas on my motorcycle. ”

The innkeeper brought the gasoline drum, guided the leather pipe, and began to refuel the motorcycle.

The conversation continued.

"Citizen, is your motorcycle requisitioned?"

"It's not. ”

"Your own?"

"Yes, I paid for it. ”

"Where are you from?"

"The state is wide. ”

"You didn't come directly, did you?"

"It's not. ”

"I don't think so. The roads are all broken, but there are still empty roads. ”

"Only to Lin Gui. I got off the plane in Ningnan. ”

"You ran for a day today?"

"From early in the morning. ”

"And yesterday?"

"And the day before yesterday. ”

"I see. You're a liberal. ”

"Well, fight for the people. ”

"I see, citizen, it's time for you to rest. You must be tired. It's time for your motorcycle to take a break, too. ”

"Motorcycles can be tired, but people can't be tired. ”

The innkeeper stared at the traveler again. It is a serious, calm and stern face with grayish-white hair.

The boss glanced at the deserted road and said, "You're just going alone?"

"I have guards. ”

"Where?"

"My knife and gun. ”

The guest asked:

"You said there was a war going on over there?"

"Yes. The war is on. ”

"Who fights with whom?"

"One royal and another noble. ”

"You mean..."

"A nobleman who embraces the common people and a royal family who embraces the king. It's strange that these two nobles are still relatives. ”

Guests listen attentively. The boss continued:

"The two of them, one old and one young, are uncles and nephews. The uncle is a royalist, and the nephew is a GE destiny.

The uncle commanded the White Army, and the nephew commanded the Blue Army. Hey, they're merciless. This is a war to the death. ”

"Are you alive or dead?"

"Yes, citizen, look, would you like to see how they greet each other? This notice was ordered by the old man to be posted everywhere, in every house, on every tree, even on the door. ”

The boss moved the lamp closer to a piece of paper taped to one of the door panels. This notice is written in king-size letters, and the guest's gaze crosses the mount and can see:

Count Li Jiangshuang had the honour to inform his nephew, Viscount Li Derong, that if Mr. Count had the honor of capturing Mr. Viscount, he would be resolutely shot.

And here is the answer of the other party. The boss continued.

He turned around and illuminated another sign with a lamp, which was attached to the other door, echoing the previous one. It reads:

Comrade Derong Jiang Shuang, once he is caught, he will be shot immediately.

The boss continued: "The first notice was posted on my door yesterday. A second notice was posted this morning. It's really-for-tat. ”

The guest whispered a few words, as if talking to himself, and the boss heard it, but did not understand what it meant: "Yes, this is not only a civil war, but also a domestic war." That's how it should be. Not bad. The rejuvenation of the nation requires such a price. ”

The guest stared at the second sign and raised his hand to the brim of his hat in salute.

The guest asked, "Which of the two has the upper hand?"

"It's not easy to be a viscount until now. The old man is very powerful. They are the local royal family, the Lee family.

They fight each other today. Trees can't do such things, but people can.

"I can't stop. I have to hurry. ”

"You are wrong. I don't know what you're going to do, but it's too dangerous to go there, unless it's about the people you hold most dear in the world......"

"That's true. Said the guest.

“...... For example, your son ......"

"Pretty much. Said the guest.

The boss looked up and said to himself, "But this citizen is like a priest." ”

He thought for a moment and muttered, "But priests also have children." ”

"Give me a motorcycle," said the guest, "how much should I pay?" and he paid.

The boss put the oil drum by the wall, walked back and said, "Since you must go, then listen to my advice." You're obviously going, but don't go from the card room.

There are two ways to go to Zimeng, one is to take the card room, and the other is along the coast. Neither road is close. Along the coast, you have to pass through Jiasha, Laochang and Datun. You pass from the north side of Zimeng and the south side of the screen. Citizen, when you walk down this street, you will see two main roads, the one on the left goes to Zimeng, and the one on the right goes to Pingbian, and you listen to me, if you go to Zimeng, you will definitely encounter massacres, so don't turn left, turn right. ”

"Thank you. Said the guest. Then he sped off on his motorcycle. It was already dark, and he burrowed into the darkness. He disappeared from the boss's sight. He came to the fork of the two roads at the end of the street, and heard the innkeeper shouting in the distance: "Turn right!"

But he turned to the left.

Zimeng is a city in the style of the Tang Dynasty in ancient times. In fact, it is not a city, but a street, an old Tang-style street, on the left and right sides of which are houses with wooden pillars, and the houses are scattered and uneven, so that on this wide street there are headlands and corners. The rest of the city is crisscrossed by alleys that connect to the central avenue like a stream flowing into a large river. Located at the foot of Mount Zimeng, the city of Zimeng was unfortified, with no gates or walls, so it could not defend itself against the besiegers, but the street could withstand it for a while. The corners formed by the houses – which were still there fifty years ago – and the corridors that line the avenues make the avenue a fortified battlefield. There are as many fortresses as there are houses, and the invaders must conquer them one by one. The old vegetable market is roughly located in the middle of the main street.

The innkeeper was right. As he spoke, the city was in a raging chaos. The White Army, which arrived in the morning, and the Blue Army, which arrived suddenly in the evening, suddenly began a night battle, but the disparity in strength was huge, the White Army had 8,000 men, and the Blue Army had only 3,500 men, but they were both equally stubborn. What is striking is that these 3,500 men attacked the 8,000 men.