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Looking at Su Yue's pretty and moving appearance, Wang Shizhen once again doubted whether she was dreaming. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Since the turmoil in Shanhaiguan, Ma Daotai's father and son died of fear, and Su Yue expelled his father from the cottage and never knew what to do.

He still remembers the back of Su Yue's escape that day, and his trembling hand holding the gun.

That day, he deliberately missed that shot, but he didn't expect it to be seen by Lin Yiqing.

It was this shot that changed everything.

He originally had the idea of being lonely for the rest of his life, but he never dreamed that Lin Yiqing would send Su Yue back to his side.

Su Yue and her brothers in Heifeng Village, after experiencing the bloody storm of the battlefield in Vietnam, have also become different from before.

Now he is full of gratitude to Lin Yiqing.

He has secretly made up his mind that this time to quell the rebellion, he must hand in the most satisfactory answer to Lin Yiqing.

At night, in Shaoshan Town, the sky was trembling and trembling, and it was red by the raging fire under the hill, and neither the moon nor the stars could be seen. Above the low, rumbling land, the sound of cannon fire in the distance and near was incessant. Everything around was bathed in a dark red glow, ominous rumbles everywhere, and an inaudible, terrifying noise could be heard in all directions......

Wen Shuqin lay close to the ground in a deep ditch. The dense corn, faintly discernible in the dim haze, rustled over her head with its withered ears. Wen Shuqin bit her lip in fear, covered her ears with her hands, and lay straight in the ditch. She hated to go into the hard and overgrown fields and hide under the dirt so that she could not see and hear what was happening in the village.

She lay on her stomach and buried her face in the dead grass. But after lying on her stomach for a long time, she could not help feeling pain and discomfort, because she was pregnant, so she smelled the slightly bitter smell of the withered grass, and lay on her side for a while, and then changed to lie on her back. In the sky, rockets and shells roared and flew past, leaving fiery red trails, and from the ground, from the village, there was a disgusting and suffocating smell of smoke and fire.

"Oh my God," Wen Shuqin whispered, crying, "let me die, my God...... I can't stand it anymore...... I can't stand it...... Let me die, my God......"

She got up and knelt to listen. "Out of the way," she thought desperately. "It's better to die there with the rest of you." Wen Shuqin waited for a while, looking around like a hunted she-wolf, but saw nothing in the fiery red, trembling darkness. She crawled towards the edge of the cornfield, and from the top of the hill, which was so gentle that it was almost imperceptible, she could see the village clearly. It was about three and a half miles away from the village at most, and everything Wen Shuqin saw pierced her body and mind like a terrible chill.

Dozens of houses in the village are burning. Curved tongues of fire, swayed by the wind, swayed in billowing smoke, and scattered clumps of sparks rushed toward the panicked sky. Some rebel soldiers, armed with long torches, walked to and from the only street in the village lit by the fire. They stretched out their torches to the straw and reed roofs of houses, shacks, and chicken coops, and did not spare anything along the way, not even the most useless rotten wood and kennels, and wherever they went, flames were immediately alighted.

Two violent explosions shook the sky, which sounded one after another in the west of the village, Wen Shuqin knew that it was the rebels who blew up the mausoleum area of the rich in the west of the village, and they wanted to dig up all the treasures buried in the ground.

The villagers who were still alive - about 100 people, including women and children - were driven out of their homes by the rebel soldiers and gathered in a clearing at the back of the village. Every summer, the village uses this place as a threshing floor. On the threshing floor, a kerosene lamp hung from a high pillar swayed. Its flickering glimmer seemed like a barely visible dot. Wen Shuqin is very familiar with this place. Not long ago, she and the women of her village had dried grain on this threshing floor.

Wen Shuqin's heart was beating violently, her hands were trembling, she jumped up, and wanted to rush to the threshing floor, but fear made her stand again. She stepped back and fell back to the ground, biting her arm with her teeth to block the screams that were desperately trying to rush out of her chest. Wen Shuqin lay like this for a long time, sobbing like a child, choking on the pungent smell of smoke that permeated the hills.

The village is about to burn down. The sound of the cannon began to fall silent. In the dark night sky, there was the neighing of people who were heading. Wen Shuqin heard the mournful cries and the short, ferocious shouts of the rebel soldiers coming from the direction of the threshing floor. The scattered crowd of people escorted with foreign guns, knives and spears slowly moved forward along the dirt roads in the countryside. The dirt road was very close to the cornfield, just over a hundred feet away.

Wen Shuqin held her breath and pressed her chest against the ground. "Where are they going to drive the people of the village?" The thought raced through her nervous mind, "Is it to rob them?" But among them there were women, and innocent children......" she looked at the dirt road with wide eyes.

A group of villagers slowly walked past her. Three women holding nursing babies in their arms. Wen Shuqin recognized them. These were her two neighbors, and the older children were limping down the road with their mother's skirt at the hem, and Wen Shuqin recognized the mothers and children...... Two old and lonely old men are helping each other to walk. They both guarded the melon garden in the village every summer, and invited Wen Shuqin to eat cool and juicy watermelon more than once.

The villagers walked silently, and as soon as one of the women began to cry loudly, a rebel soldier in a hat came up to her and stabbed her to the ground with a rifle. The crowd stopped from time to time. The rebel soldiers grabbed the fallen woman by the collar, pulled her up, pointed her in front of her, and said something unintelligible with urgency and ferocity......

Wen Shuqin stared at the hazy night that shone with a strange light, and recognized almost all the villagers. They walked with baskets, buckets, and bags on their shoulders, listening to the brief shouts of the rebel soldiers. No one said a word, and only the cries of children could be heard in the crowd. It was only at the top of the hill that when the crowd stopped for some reason, they heard a heart-rending roar:

"Brute! Brute! I don't want to go to you! I won't be a coolie for you, brutes! ”

Wen Shuqin heard whose shout it was. It was a distant nephew of the Mao family she married who was shouting, his name was Mao Hexuan, he was just twelve years old, he was originally studying in the county, this time he was returning to his hometown to visit relatives, and unfortunately he was caught by the rebels.

"Xuan'er, what are you doing here? Be silent! Son! His mother cried and counted. I beg you, keep quiet! They will kill you, my son! ”

"I can't keep quiet!" Mao Hexuan shouted louder. "Let them kill me, damned bandit!"

Wen Shuqin heard a short volley of foreign guns. The women cried hoarsely. The rebel soldiers barked like dogs. The villagers walked farther and farther away and disappeared on the top of the hill.

An inescapable and chilling sense of fear hit Wen Shuqin's heart. "They killed Xuan'er," the terrible guess burned her like lightning. She waited for a moment and listened. There was not a single human voice to be heard anywhere, only the low thumping of foreign guns somewhere in the distance. Behind the grove in the east of the village, the illuminated Kong Ming lanterns hung in the air, illuminating the bruised earth with lifeless light, and soon their candles burned out and extinguished. To the east, two or three kilometres from the village, were the forward positions of the rebel lines. Ms. Wen had been there with the villagers, who had been forced by rebel soldiers to dig trenches and ditches. Trenches meander along the eastern slope of the hill. For several months, the rebel soldiers, fearing the dark, used Kong Ming lanterns to illuminate their defensive lines every night so that they could spot the attacking cavalry in time. Wen Shuqin had seen soldiers of the official army shoot the enemy's Kong Ming lanterns with foreign guns more than once, shattering them, and they gradually extinguished and fell to the ground. Now it was the same: the foreign guns on the side of the officers and soldiers rang out, and they flew towards the first, second, and third Kong Ming lanterns, killing them......

"Xuan'er may still be alive, right?" Wen Shuqin thought, "Maybe he was just injured, maybe this poor child was lying on the avenue bleeding, right?" ”

Wen Shuqin came out of the depths of the cornfield and looked around.

There was no one around. The grassy, deserted country dirt road stretched along the hill. The village was almost burned down, except for flames in some places and sparks flickering in the rubble field.

Wen Shuqin pressed her body against the edge of the cornfield, and crawled towards the place where she had just heard Mao Hexuan's shouts and gunshots.

Crawling was painful and difficult, as the fields were covered with hard, windswept bushes of thistles, stabbing her knees and elbows, and Wen Shuqin was barefoot and wearing only an old floral dress. Yesterday morning, at dawn, she fled from the village without any outer clothes.

She found Mao Hexuan in the same place she had guessed. The boy lay in the gutter, his thin arms outstretched, and his bare left foot curled awkwardly underneath him.

Wen Shuqin could barely distinguish Mao Hexuan's body in the hazy darkness, she hugged Mao Hexuan closely, while feeling the child's warm shoulders sticky wet, she pressed her ear against the child's side of the chest.

The child's heart beats unevenly: suddenly it stops moving, and then it beats sharply once or twice. "He's alive!" Wen Shuqin thought.

She looked around, stood up, picked up Mao Hexuan and ran towards the cornfield that could be used as cover. It's a short journey, but she feels like there's no end in sight. She stumbled and gasped, lest she would fall to the ground and never get up again. Wen Shuqin couldn't see anything, and she didn't understand that it was the rust-like sound of the dry corn stalks around her, and she fell to her knees, unconscious......

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