It is said that there is rain, but it is full of stars, and there is no harbinger of wind and rain. A yellowish crescent moon hangs over the top, enveloping the silhouette of the peaks of the Bump Mountains in a smoky moonlight. Frogs in the mountains and insects chirp, and the branches and leaves swayed lightly. The villages under the mountain are mottled but rarely lit, only sparse silver men, dotted with distant ethereal above the moonlit sky.

Chen Mohan looked up to the sky and sighed, the mountains and rivers are really the same, and the country is broken.

Moganshan died on a dark and windy night.

The information from the brigade headquarters was: Mo Ganshan took the opportunity of leading a team out of the mountain to patrol the sentry, carried a gun to the enemy, was mistaken for a caravan by the traitor Yao Hulu's men, and chased him to Mabei to annihilate, and the more than 20 people he led did not survive, and the rebel leader Mo Ganshan died in the chaos of the knife, and all the gold and silver property he brought was robbed.

Strange injustice. Fortunately, Liu Hanying got the report of "no life left". Seven days later, Chen Mohan secretly rushed to the Ziyun Temple under the main peak of Bump Mountain, and when he met with the orderly surnamed Zheng, the orderly was still in a trance and frightened.

According to the orderly surnamed Zheng, Moganshan's trip was ordered by Brigade Commander Liu to go to Mapi to pick up medicines purchased by insiders from Luo'an Prefecture. But when I arrived at the junction site, not only did I not see the person delivering the medicine, but I was suddenly shot. Twenty-one brothers fell in the midst of the gunfire. Then a group of masked men came out of the woods on either side and refilled their guns one by one.

In fact, Mo Ganshan had a premonition of such a thing, and before setting off, he explained to the orderlies, once there was an abnormal situation, he told the orderlies to leave him alone and try to escape, so when the gun rang out, the orderlies were first pushed into the woods by Moganshan, otherwise they would also become ghosts under the gun.

The last relic of Moganshan brought to Chen Mohan by the orderly surnamed Zheng was a desperate letter written on yellow mounted paper: If I die, I will be plotted.

In this way, everything was premeditated, and all this was expected by Moganshan.

At this moment, standing on the 812 heights, Chen Mohan's heart was constantly hit by huge remorse.

He thought he was too bookish, he was too light on the possibility of conspiracy. He should have expected such a thing, and with his strength, he could have secretly protected Moganshan, but he was sluggish. He only restricted Moganshan's actions, thinking that as long as Moganshan did not interfere in the military affairs of the supplementary battalion, he would be able to reduce the suspicion and resentment of some people towards Moganshan, thinking that as long as Moganshan gave up the fight for the time being, he would be safe, thinking that they were all party-state soldiers, and at least they would have at least a minimum of personality and credibility. But he was wrong. Taking history as a mirror, boiling beans abounds. "Liutao Treatise General" said that there will be five materials: bravery, wisdom, benevolence, faith, and loyalty. There is no "righteousness" among the five materials, the battle between a gentleman and a non-gentleman is your life and death, "righteousness" is the thing of the chaotic army, and the righteousness is not in charge of the army is a thousand-year-old ancient precept.

Walking on the rugged mountain road, Chen Mohan's state of mind is integrated with the vast night. Looking up at the sky again, it was already inky black. The dark blue sky seemed to change color, the sky was low, and the sky was dim. First, a cool breeze swept by, Chen Mohan had a cold war, and then he saw the bright moon losing color and the stars were chaotic. I don't know when a huge thick cloud floated out of nowhere, and Mount Tai covered it like a top, and in an instant I heard the sound of cracking silk in the air. Thunder rumbled from far and near from top to bottom, the dome of the cave suddenly exploded, the pulse of the earth trembled violently, and the undulating mountains jumped into view.

Chen Mohan was shocked in his heart: This thunder exploded strangely, and it was really angry and resentful. The heavy rain finally poured down, and the sound of heaven like a galloping horse was played in the foothills of the uneven mountains.

Chen Mohan stood in the wind, letting the rain pour on his face, flowing down the waterfall of military uniforms clinging to his skin. There was no thunder in his heart, only the sound of rain, no lightning in front of him, only a huge one-eye hanging under the chaotic sky. The blood stains that permeated the 812 highlands sank one after another in the surging rain, seeping into the depths of the mountains and forests, pouring into the roots of plants and trees, and casting into the crevices and crevices of rocks. He felt that every hair of his hair had been washed away from dust, and every piece of skin exhaled a foul breath comfortably, and his sad heart was cool at this moment.