In a small two-story building on the outskirts of Xiamen, Wang Donghai wiped and tested the revolver given by Stationmaster Zhang in a room.

Ma Yuntian quietly walked in with a charcoal felt hat and a pair of torn clothes.

Wang Donghai raised his head and asked: Do you have any new information?

"Yes, I got it from the contact point!"

Ma Yuntian said that he handed a secret telegram to Wang Donghai and said: "The station seat was very angry at the action team's unauthorized action, and told him that this matter must be kept absolutely secret and must not be leaked out." The assassination of the Rifeng Hotel has attracted the attention of the Japanese secret services, and we should immediately go to Hong Kong to avoid the limelight, and we are not allowed to come back without permission until we receive an order.

Wang Donghai didn't squeak when he heard it, but slowly turned on the secret telegram to see, which read, "Quickly avoid Hong Kong, without delay."

Ma Yuntian couldn't help but ask: "Group, shall we go?" ”

"Let's go, I'll leave this afternoon." Wang Donghai said decisively.

"What about the radio?" Ma Yuntian asked.

"It's too dangerous to bring it, let's hide here first!" Wang Donghai said.

"Alright, I'll go pack my things right away." Ma Yuntian hurriedly left the room after speaking.

On the vast sea, the sunset is exceptionally beautiful.

A steamer bound for Hong Kong from Xiamen was slowly sailing on the endless sea, and the deck of the steamer was crowded with people, many of whom had fled from Kinmen and Xiamen.

Wang Donghai stood on the deck, staring at it with no eyes, endless reverie.

"Kumiza, are you thinking about 'Ruby' again?" Ma Yuntian asked curiously.

Wang Donghai continued to look at the sea and said thoughtfully: "I'm thinking about cooperating with them to deal with the Japanese puppet traitors, it's really enjoyable!" ”

"Well, after these two cooperations, they are brave, resourceful, righteous and responsible, and they don't look more and more like the cunning, cold-blooded, and death-scared people in the Dai Bureau and the organization say."

Wang Donghai was speechless after hearing this, and sighed after a while: "I don't know when I will be able to come back again." ”

Ma Yuntian looked at his watch and said, "Don't think about this, there must be a road before the car reaches the mountain, and we will naturally come back when the time comes." My stomach is growling, let's go eat! ”

Wang Donghai came back to his senses and said, "Let's go, go and fill your stomach first and then make plans!" ”

Wang Donghai and Ma Yuntian walked off the deck and came to the restaurant below the deck, the restaurant was noisy, the atmosphere was unusually bad, they bought two simple dinners, and sat down at a table in a remote corner with a plate.

They were just about to prepare for dinner, and not far away, there was an old woman in her seventies, with a cane in her left hand and an empty bowl in her right hand, walking towards several Ritai ronins who were eating and drinking.

The old woman bowed to the ronin and muttered, "Gentlemen, let's get something to eat!"

"Fuck you!" A tall man cursed, stood up and kicked at the old woman, who was kicked and fell to the ground on her back.

The tall ronin looked at the old woman with a painful expression on the ground, and pointed and scolded, "Old immortal, let you spoil our fun, get out!" ”

"Good, good!" A few Ritai ronins laughed.

Ma Yuntian stood up angrily, and his hand quietly touched his waist.

Wang Donghai pressed his hand and reminded in a whisper: "We are going to Hong Kong to escape the wind and waves, and we must not cause trouble and expose the target!" ”

Ma Yuntian slowly lowered his raised hand.

Wang Donghai ran over to help the old woman up, glared fiercely at the Taiwanese man who kicked the old woman, and helped the old woman to his dining table.

He gave his own dinner to the old woman, who did not care much and devoured it.

The two of them looked at the old woman's embarrassed appearance and couldn't help but feel sad.

Wang Donghai couldn't eat anymore, and the two of them left the restaurant and came to the deck of the ship, where they faced the bitter sea breeze and looked into the distance, and couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion......

Ma Yuntian said with emotion: That old woman is so old, she is smuggled at first glance, and she doesn't know how she got on the boat.

Wang Donghai responded: "Then what can be done! But as long as there is a way to live, who would risk smuggling. After the Japanese invaders occupied Xiamen Island, only 10,000 of the 180,000 people on Xiamen Island were left, including 10,000 old, weak, sick and disabled. Now in Xiadao, there is a lack of food and clothing, and even wild vegetables can not be dug up, and some have to buy green leaves on the outside of cabbage to satisfy their hunger, and they have stomach cramps, puffy faces, and many people have died of illness. Hungry people go to the market in droves to grab food to eat, even dog food, and when they get it, they stuff it into their mouths, gobble it up, and eat it all in an instant, no matter how beaten you are, they won't let go. The death of poor people from starvation on Xiamen Island is a daily occurrence, and the bones are everywhere. The lives of the citizens are in a desperate situation, and they are so hungry that they can only take risks and smuggle in search of a way to survive. ”

"Aren't we also forced to leave?" Ma Yuntian sighed, and asked puzzledly: "What do those Japanese ronins do, why do they also go to Hong Kong?" ”

Wang Donghai shook his head.

"Wait until you get to Hong Kong and then slaughter them!" Ma Yuntian said through gritted teeth.