When the cleaning truck carrying the garbage went out, the gate was no longer locked as usual. Lu Xiping saw that the Annan policeman guarding the gate only carried it on his shoulder, and did not cover the gate at all. Through the gap, you can see the barbed wire mesh outside the door. The barbed wire grid was also not closed, and it was slanted to one side, and the thorns were tied to a few pieces of dead leaves and waste paper from the garbage truck. The other barbed wire fence inside the door was tightened, and after it was tightened, Annan guards stood in front of the grid and smoked, looking lazy.

Lu Xiping was accustomed to seeing this kind of scene, and every morning he took advantage of the time to wash, always looking for an opportunity to escape. Washing is in front of the playground, and the situation at the door is clearly visible. Early in the morning, before and after the cleaning truck went out, the guard at the gate was always alone, and almost always Annan patrolled. Captain Rostow probably never imagined that the Chinese soldiers in the camp would dare to escape from the gate after dawn.

Today, Lu Xiping swept the floor near the gate and could see it more clearly, almost even the wrinkles on the face of the Annan patrolman. The Annan patrol was short, thin, twenty-five or six years old at most, and his half-worn military uniform was loose and loose, and he didn't look like a soldier at all. Lu Xiping felt that as long as he flew up, he could kick this Annan ghost outside the camp. Besides, he also has a Mauser pistol, which is full of bullets, even after kicking away the Annan ghost, some Annan ghosts will pour out, and he will be sure to deal with it.

The gun was found in the toilet two months ago. At that time, he was defecating with his back to the door of the toilet, and a person came in hurriedly outside the toilet, threw down the gun and left, he only saw the back of the person, and he was so panicked that he couldn't tell who it was. His first feeling at that moment was: That man was going to kill him! There was a big search going on in the camp, and he was crouching in the toilet with the damn gun, and Captain Rostow had to take him away. Shocked, he lifted his pants and touched the gun, and hurriedly hid the gun in the cotton jacket that had been hollowed out of cotton. As soon as he had hidden his gun, some of the brothers who were going to the toilet came in, and he was unable to proceed with the next step.

Luckily escaped the big search, but he was reluctant to dispose of the gun. The experience of his military career and his strong desire for freedom forced him to leave the gun behind. With a gun, he had the hope of seizing his freedom.

After Lin Qiming and Fei Xingyuan were transferred to the 12th battalion, the situation here became even worse. The commander of the first company, Tu Guoqiang, trembled suddenly, as if he had become the master of the brothers in the whole battalion, and he didn't look at him Lu Xiping at all, and spoke to him in a tone like an adult coaxing a child. He knew that Tu Guoqiang was plotting to escape, and asked Tu Guoqiang several times, but Tu Guoqiang just didn't say it, only told him to stay well and not make trouble for everyone. He was so annoyed: Tu Guoqiang is something! This kid doesn't make bullshit except for being a woman and being in the limelight! In the future, it will never be him who will cause trouble for everyone, it must be Tu Guoqiang!

When I think about it later, I feel ridiculous again. I feel that I still haven't fully understood. Whether Tu Guoqiang causes trouble or not, whether he causes trouble or not, has nothing to do with anyone! What he needs now is freedom, to go back to his home in Wuxi to reunite with his son and wife, his life is an independent existence, and there is no need to have any contact with this ninth Chinese military battalion. Tu Guoqiang can show his limelight here and be his uncle, but he has to wait for the opportunity to hunt his freedom with the gun in his hand.

Freedom is just outside the camp gates. The only things that stood in his way to freedom were two sets of barbed wire racks and a large wooden door. In fact, the opportunity is also in front of him, as long as he subdues the Annan ghost at the door, he can easily jump over the barbed wire frame and the gate, and jump into that alluring freedom.

Holding the bamboo broom in both hands, he thought obsessively; If he suddenly rushed to the gate at this moment, how would that Annan ghost react? Did the dog boy have enough time to pull out the pistol on his waist and open the safe? If I had pointed a Mauser pistol at Annan's chest before he pulled out his gun, would this kid risk shooting?

His heart longing for freedom was pounding, like a heavy and shaking pendulum, hitting his chest, hitting his forehead and the tip of his nose with tiny beads of sweat.

No one knew Lu Xiping's plans and thoughts. Directly next to the pool of the Little Red Mansion, the brothers were washing their faces and rinsing their mouths. On the playground, someone is doing tai chi. A few brothers around Lu Xiping lazily swept the floor with bamboo brooms, and the dust raised was like smoke and fog.

If Annan doesn't shoot, will he be able to get away? If he doesn't kill the Annan ghost, the Annan ghost will chase him and shoot him in the back. Even if Annan's ghost can't hit him, the gunfire will inevitably attract the guards in the watchtower, and he still can't escape. It's even worse to kill the ghost of Annan, if he acts like this, I'm afraid he won't even be able to get out of the gate.

That's when I thought of the inevitable connection between lives. Man can live for himself, but he also has to conspire with other beings for the purpose of his own life. The situation in front of him is very clear, with him Lu Xiping alone, he can't complete this raid on freedom, even if this freedom is only one step away from him. He needed the cooperation of others, at least the brothers on duty. Of course, it would have been better if the brother who was washing up by the pool had fled with the people in the playground, and he had a better chance of escaping while he was in the midst of the chaos.

The collusion needs to wait.

Lu Xiping couldn't wait, the opportunity was rare, and it was his turn to be on duty again, and it was half a month later. Anything can happen in half a month. Maybe he'll get sick, he'll die, he'll be sent to the central arrest room for possession of a gun. Besides, the gun was in his arms right now, squeezing his ribs hard, provoking his hot cravings again and again.

Decide to dry.

He dragged a broom to Yue Xinlin, the second squad leader, stabbed Yue Xinlin with his elbow, snorted at the camp gate, and quickly lit up the Mauser pistol in his arms, and asked:

"Do you want to go?"

The temptation of freedom is irresistible, besides, there is another gun, Yue Xinlin was stunned for a moment, and nodded hurriedly.

Yue Xinlin tacitly went to inform the other two brothers more than ten steps away, Lu Xiping waved his broom again, swept the dust, swept to the side of Lian Deputy Bai Kequn on the edge of the playground, and quietly informed his plan.

After all, Bai Kequn is a deputy company, and his mind is not as simple as Yue Xinlin's, so he first opened his eyes and glanced around the inside and outside of the camp gate, and then pretended to sweep the ground, and said without raising his head:

"Do you want to discuss it with Company Commander Tu? We had planned to ......"

He was furious and roared:

"Less nonsense! You don't go, Lao Tzu goes! ”

Bai Kequn panicked:

"Let's go! Company Commander Lu, I'm ...... I'm leaving! ”

A conspiracy for freedom was born on such a May morning. Five separate lives were united by an act towards freedom. No one doubted the reliability of this condensation, not even Lu Xiping.

Unexpectedly, it was this reliability problem.

When Lu Xiping and the second squad leader Yue Xinlin suddenly rushed to the door and pushed down the skinny Annan guard, Yue Xinlin was stunned and ran away. As soon as Bai Kequn and the other two brothers saw that they were done, they ran out of the door like rabbits, and no one stopped to help Lu Xiping completely subdue the guard. The short-lived collaboration ended at the very beginning of the attack. The guard struggled on the ground and shouted and screamed, and fired his gun. Lu Xiping was so anxious and panicked that he had to shoot the Annan ghost to death.

Humans are really intelligent creatures. As soon as the guns rang out, the brothers at the pool and in the playground knew that there was an opportunity, and they rushed to the gate like a tide. The moment Lu Xiping jumped out of the camp gate, he saw that it was the machine gunner Niu Kangnian who rushed to the forefront, and he heard Niu Kangnian shouting something, as if he was calling the whole battalion to flee, right?!

Later, I saw the scene outside the camp, the shaking road, the cars running freely on the road, the startled pedestrians on both sides of the road, and the three targets that appeared on the front of the patrol. All three rangers drew their guns, fired warning shots, and then fired. Lu Xiping saw Yue Xinlin, who was running dozens of steps in front, and another brother falling to the ground one after the other as if they had fallen. Then I saw Bai Kequn and a brother turning their heads and running back. He also wanted to run back, but at this moment, a volley of gunfire rang out at the camp gate, and a White Russian inspector with seven or eight Annam ghosts poured out of the patrol room outside the camp gate, and screamed at him, clearly announcing the failure of his escape.

Bai Kequn and another brother were aware of current affairs, and immediately admitted their defeat, raised their hands, and honestly walked towards the gate of the Ninth Chinese Military Battalion, embarrassed and frightened.

Refusing to admit his defeat, he dodged behind a telephone pole plastered with Rendan's advertisements and prepared to make a final effort. He was now standing on a land of freedom, with a gun in his hand and four rounds of ammunition in it, and he could fight to defend the freedom he had always dreamed of.

Freedom is too precious. Freedom means a blue sky, a vast land, a beautiful wife, a warm family, and a dream that can be put into action independently. When he entered the Ninth Chinese Military Battalion, what he looked forward to every day and every night was not this sacred and solemn moment? In order to get out of the camp gate, he, a five-foot man who was not afraid of heaven and earth on the battlefield, did not hesitate to kneel in front of Lin Qiming, and did not hesitate to be falsely accused of being a psychopath......

He can't be like Bai Kequn and re-enter this military camp according to the will of any authority, he has had enough of the days of the military camp, and today should be over forever. From this moment on, he truly belongs to himself, and he will do his best to fight a purely personal Songhu war, or freedom, or death. When I was in middle school, I knew that there was a saying that "if you are not free, you would rather die", and now is the time to put it into practice.

Pedestrians and cars on the street suddenly disappeared. The gunfire at the camp gate was still "banging and horning". You can see the muzzles of the guns sticking out of the watchtowers on both sides of the camp gate towards the camp. Apparently, the situation in the camp was controlled by the patrolling soldiers of Rostold. The situation on the other side of the street was not good, and the three target patrols, ignoring the two dead or wounded brothers who had fallen to the ground, sprang on the ground and pressed towards the telephone pole where he was standing, the nearest one was only twenty meters away from him, and was within range of his pistol.

The unlucky ghost who was looking for death jumped out of a grocery store and wanted to stay close to him. He fired, and with one shot, he knocked the hapless man in front of the grocery store. Well done. He is proud of his marksmanship. Half a year ago, when Shou Dexin was in the building, there were at least eight Oriental devils who fell under his firing gun, and he counted them. Today, he has to treat these Western devils fairly, and let them also learn his good marksmanship to defend freedom.

Feeling that he was in the Dexin Building, the devil was attacking from both sides, and after eliminating the threat in front of him, he immediately turned around and looked vigilantly at the White Russian Inspector and Annam Patrol who rushed from the camp gate. Neither the White Russian nor the Annam patrol came within range of his pistol, and he could not shoot. But the White Russian inspector and the Annam patrol were shooting at him with German automatic rifles. Bullets whizzed around him, one hitting his leg. It didn't hurt, as if I was hit by something, and when I saw the blood flowing down my trouser leg, I knew I was injured.

Holding on to the telephone pole, he moved to a position that he thought was safe, and again searched for the two targets on the other side of the street. The two patrolmen don't know where the cat has gone. The guy in front of the grocery store was struggling to get up, his head and face bloodied. Almost instinctively, he raised his hand and fired another shot, pinning the guy firmly into the street.

At this time, in the tea shop facing the telephone pole on the side of the street, a young woman in a pink red cheongsam beckoned to him and asked him to run over. The young woman also gathered around her some bookkeepers and men who also beckoned to him.

He immediately understood that the terrain of the tea shop was more favorable than the telephone pole isolated on the street, so he dragged his injured leg and threw himself at the tea shop.

Unexpectedly, less than four or five steps away from the telephone pole, bullets flew from both ends of the street and knocked him down, and he struggled on the pavement in the middle of the street, his eyes were dark, and he lost consciousness forever.

He fell on his back to the sky, and in the last moment before he took his last breath, he saw a big Shanghai free sky. The free sky of Shanghai connects with the free sky of Wuxi's hometown, and the blood-red sun reflects the bohem and solemnity of freedom......