Zhang Chengyue said that the violent purge started in a peaceful situation, but in fact, it was not too much of a problem for the purge of cadres who came to Hangzhou, after all, these people had a blood feud with the Manchu Qing Dynasty, and only the purge of local member cadres in Yanzhou was the most meaningful. However, these people are all locals, and large-scale shooting is not appropriate, if it is really killing too many people, then the rumor spreads, then no one dares to come to join the team, and the headquarters set 'not kill a single person', which is still very suitable for the situation in Yanzhou.

Among these local cadres in Yanzhou, except for some poor scholars who are not in the ranks, they are basically nomads, and there are many mountains in Yanzhou, and many nomads, such as Chun'an, make a living by cutting salaries and burning charcoal. When the revolutionary army first came, there were very few joiners, and when they were fighting the local tyrants, these homeless people seemed to have been hit by something, and they were very familiar with this routine. What kind of revolution? Isn't this a rebellion! Since the routine is familiar, it is naturally a matter of whether to bet or not. In the past, although it was hard to cut down and burn charcoal, life could be passable, but now the price of rice is high, the taxes are heavy, and the number of coal users makes their lives unsatisfactory. It's just that after the notorious local tyrants are cleared, those honest gentry who keep their duties are not allowed to do it, and some of the homeless people who have good brains and active minds want to make another decision, if it weren't for the revolutionary army to win several battles in succession, these people would have to run deep into the mountains again.

The psychology of the homeless is like this, and the minds of the scholars are also different, and they are desperate to take Tong Guanying as the one. It is determined that the difference between Huayi cannot be abandoned, and the more difficult the situation, the more uplifting the spirit; And Shang Dengsong was worried about how long the revolutionary army could last, and they were different from the homeless people. Knowing that victory or defeat is just a common thing, and the inability of the revolutionary army to succeed is the key. But fortunately, the two armies are in a truce, and there is still some hope for them to recuperate.

After the study summary meeting, Zhang Chengyue put aside the cadres who came over from Hangzhou and specially talked to Shang Dengsong. What the homeless people can't understand, they have already finished reading. What comes to mind is something that can only be said by talking. In particular, Shang Dengsong is the former prime minister of the Ming Dynasty. If it really turns into a counter-revolutionary, then the influence of the government will not be good.

"Dengsong, what do you think about Wen Jiàn at the headquarters after reading it for so long?" In the military government of Xiguoli, Zitong Township, west of Chun'an City. Zhang Chengyue looked at Shang Dengsong kindly.

"Report the commissar. I have read all the documents, and after reading them, I have a layer of confidence that the revolution will win. Shang Dengsong was in his twenties, just a side branch of the merchant, and the attitude of the head of the family, Shang Lian, was different, he had hope for the revolution, but although the terrain of Yanzhou was strong, he was not optimistic about the revolution under the siege of several sides.

"That said. You have lost faith before the revolution. Zhang Chengyue smiled and grabbed the loophole in his words and asked.

Shang Dengsong's face turned red when he heard this, and he said, "It is not easy to supply food and ammunition here in Yanzhou. Although we are united, we are not durable. But now that there is an armistice with the Manchu Qing, it is important to recuperate. ”

Zhang Chengyue didn't answer him and asked how to recuperate, but said directly: "Dengsong, the revolution can't just calculate the gains and losses, the revolution should also believe in it!" In ancient times, there were many battles to win more with less, and there were not a few to defeat the strong with the weak, and the number of temples did not necessarily determine success or failure. Therefore, what we want is to believe that the revolution will win, not to believe with our minds, but to perceive with our hearts. ”

"Feel it with your heart?" Zhang Chengyue's words are very nondescript, and Shang Dengsong is very unclear.

"yes. There is a proverb in the West, a horse nail loses a war, and the ancients also have clouds, planning things are in people, and success is in heaven. If the revolution wants to succeed, the temple must be counted and the faith must be required. Zhang Chengyue said his feelings, and then asked Shang Dengsong, "I'll ask you now, will the revolution succeed?" ”

"Ahh If it is ......" Shang Dengsong only opened his words, then looked at Zhang Chengyue and shook his head, and hurriedly swallowed the words back.

"Will the revolution be more successful?" Zhang Chengyue asked again.

"Will... bar. Shang Dengsong's answer was not so affirmative.

Zhang Chengyue was still not satisfied, and asked again: "Will the revolution succeed?" ”

"Yes, it will work!" Zhang Chengyue also came out of the battlefield, and when he was angry, the coercion was not small, Shang Dengsong saw him ask repeatedly, and he was a little panicked.

"Louder! I can't hear clearly. Zhang Chengyue still had an angry face, staring at him and not relaxing.

"It will work! It will work! Shang Dengsong shouted out at the end, sweat on his head! It also popped up.

Seeing Shang Dengsong's appearance, Zhang Chengyue only felt that the conversation could only go here, so he restrained his smile and said calmly: "In the past few days, you should first put down the things in your hands and write a self-description, describing your ideological process from thinking that the revolution was not successful to thinking that the revolution must succeed." And what you thought about the revolution before joining the revolution, why you participated in the revolution, and what you thought in your heart, these are also written down, and then your family situation and your own resume are also written. Write in detail, you don't have to hand it in without 10,000 words. ”

Seeing Zhang Chengyue asking himself to write a self-report, Shang Dengsong was very taken aback, and was about to ask carefully, and then heard Zhang Chengyue say: "You have to write well and write truthfully, otherwise what you say cannot be confirmed, and it is not good to be regarded as a Manchu spy." Alright, you go back! ”

As soon as he said that the spies of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, Shang Dengsong was shocked all over his body, he was born in a big family, although the ancestor Shang Shang was the only one in the three hundred years of the Ming Dynasty and the champion of the first three yuan, but after the revolution, the Qing Dynasty's Jinshi and merchants also came out a lot, when he fought the local tyrant before, if he hadn't persuaded him, and the merchants had a great influence in Yanzhou and even Zhejiang, it is estimated that the family property and the head of the family have been gone.

Shang Dengsong, who was in a daze, walked out of the house in a daze, and returned to the residence for a long time, only waiting for his friend Song Bangyuan to come over, and then picked up his soul and looked at Song Bangyuan, who was full of clothes, and said, "Who are you?" ”

"Go home." Song Bangyuan whispered.

"What are you going back to at this time?" Shang Dengsong was shocked, he had long seen that this group of revolutionary troops from Hangzhou was very gentle on the surface, but they were not soft on killing, and now when they went home at this time, they must be regarded as spies of the Manchu Qing Dynasty.

"It's cold in this mountain, and besides, there will be no more wars. Maybe it will be Zhao An next spring. "Song Bangyuan is a native of Kaihua Township, the same age as Shang Dengsong, and he was a classmate in his early years. When the revolutionary army arrived in Yanzhou, the two of them were inspired by the revolution and both joined the army, but after coming in, it was different from what Liang Rengong said in the Xinmin Cong Bao, equality and freedom were nowhere to be reflected, and life was becoming increasingly difficult, so he wanted to go home.

"Bang Yuan. Now that the army is being purged, if you leave, you will definitely say that the Manchu spies are scouts. I can't go. Besides, you didn't read the text. It was said above that he would fight with the Manchurians to the last soldier. Why do you ......" Shang Dengsong was scared by Zhang Chengyue just now, and now he still can't think of words in his brain.

"Since ancient times, anti-thieves have always said that they will fight to the last soldier, but the more they say so. The faster it falls, the faster it falls. Hehe. Song Bangyuan thought of another thing when he said this, and said with a smile: "I finally saw that Yang Jingcheng's article today, it's really vulgar, I'm afraid he hasn't even been enlightened, full of vernacular, I really don't know how Cai Yuanpei and Zhang Binglin served him as leaders?" If he can become a leader, then all the literate people in the world will be leaders. ”

"You ......" said about going home, but he didn't want Song Bangyuan to start ridiculing Yang Jingcheng. When he was having a headache, he didn't want Song Bangyuan to arch his hand and said, "Brother Dengsong is not in good spirits." Let's rest first, the younger brother already has a plan to get out, so he will leave first. Then he turned back.

After Song Bangyuan left, Shang Dengsong came back to his senses for a while, he was no longer tired of Song Bangyuan's affairs, he only thought about how to write his own statement, 10,000 words is not a decimal, he couldn't help but meet the few things Zhang Chengyue said, the change of thought, why he participated in the revolution, family situation, personal history...... This is not a self-description at all, it is completely autobiographical.

Staring at the couplet of "the sound of the wind and rain, the sound of reading, the sound of the family, the country, the world, and everything" pasted in front of the table for a long time, Shang Dengsong finally held his breath, picked up the pen and began to write from the family tree, only to finish writing a stack of straw paper, the family situation came to an end, and then wrote about his own childhood, but when he wrote about his childhood classmates, the sky was already dark, and when he saw that the time for dinner had come, he put down his pen and went to the room to receive the meal, but as soon as he went out, he saw two red armbands come forward, looked at him and said: "Is it Comrade Shang Dengsong?" ”

Shang Dengsong didn't know why he couldn't spit out his mouth when he wanted to speak, but finally just nodded, and said with a black face inside the red armband: "Comrade Shang Dengsong, come with us, there are some questions to be investigated by you." ”

The gendarmes in the army were not only afraid of the cadres, but also the soldiers, and Shang Dengsong was even more afraid, he coughed several times in his throat, and then said in a different tone: "I...... I didn't do anything. ”

"It's nothing, just looking into it." The black-faced man said, but the more he said this, the more panicked Shang Dengsong became, he once heard a cadre say that the more the gendarmes said that it was okay, the bigger the matter became. When he subconsciously retreated, another gendarme next to him grabbed him by the arm and had to push him to the side.

Shang Dengsong hurriedly said: "I... Political Commissar Zhang... Commissar Zhang, he, he also asked me to write ......"

"Be honest!" The other gendarme was obviously not as polite as the black-faced man, and as soon as he used his hand, he almost dragged him to the ground, at this time it was the time to receive the meal, and the three of them pulled and pulled very much to attract the attention of others, Shang Dengsong even saw a few acquaintances among those people pointing at him, and the blood rushed to his head, and he walked along the gendarme with his head down.

Shang Deng Songbei was not completely removed from the court after being brought to the military police, although there was a meaning of hanging him, but the main reason was that there were too many people arrested recently, before the purge in the army, the purge of the government affairs department had already begun, after each was exposed, the detectives who were suspicious, those who were not firm in the revolution, who often said strange things, and those who did not obey the orders of their superiors were all arrested, and the gendarmerie department opened the trial overnight, but it still took a lot of time for nearly 100 people to go through the court.

Soon after Shang Dengsong was imprisoned, the matter of his arrest was transferred to Zhang Chengyue's side. "How did he get in?" Zhang Chengyue asked, he remembered that this Shang Dengsong had just talked, and there was no need to arrest him for a while.

"It was Song Bangyuan's case that implicated him." Chen Wanyou of the Military Police Department said that he was an old man under Zhang Chengyue, and he was Zhang Chengyue's subordinate in the Northeast at that time, and he was also from Zhejiang.

"Oh." Zhang Chengyue, the case of Song Bangyuan, knew that this Song Bangyuan should be regarded as a weak-willed revolutionary person, who was clamoring to go home before, but now, he panicked and said that his father was sick and wanted to go home to fulfill his filial piety, he probably wanted to talk about filial piety and hoped that the army would let him go home. didn't want his family to live in the county, and there were many people who knew him, so he immediately exposed this lie. In today's form of purge. The Ministry of Administration immediately informed the Gendarmerie of the matter, and after the gendarmerie took him to prison for a strict interrogation, the matter was explained very clearly, and the matter of meeting Shang Dengsong before leaving was also mentioned, so the Gendarmerie Department took him away.

"Are you going to let it go?" Chen Wanyou asked. He knew that this Shang Dengsong Zhang Chengyue had always been very concerned, and the reason for paying attention to him was because his family had a great influence.

"Nope." Zhang Chengyue shook his head and said, "Since you have been caught." Then the trial will be tried for the first time, this person, like Song Bangyuan, is not firm in his revolutionary beliefs. It's okay to sit in the classroom. Just don't get hurt. ”

"Understood." Chen Wan nodded and said.

Shang Dengsong was arraigned early the next morning, and the first question from the interrogators frightened him. Song Bangyuan has admitted that he went to Hangzhou last year and colluded with the Manchurians. I became a spy for the Manchus. You also became a detective of the Manchu Qing under his introduction, you can tell me honestly, how much information did you send to the Manchus? ”

As soon as Shang Dengsong woke up and heard the news, he was immediately frightened, and he waved his hand for a long time and said urgently: "I'm not!" I'm not! ”

"What's not you, everyone has already recruited, you should admit it quickly. Confess leniently. The interrogators had long regarded him as a Manchu spy, and their words were very disdainful.

"I'm not. I'm really not! Shang Dengsong's face turned pale. The heart is more anxious. "I haven't been to Hangzhou."

"Song Bangyuan has already said that you have become a spy of the Manchu Qing Dynasty under his introduction. Don't you know Song Bangyuan? Shang Dengsong's appearance was not what the interrogators expected, nine and a half out of ten were like this.

"I'm not a sitting, I'm not sitting." Shang Dengsong began to shout, and suddenly he finally came to his senses and said, "I want to see Political Commissar Zhang, I want to see Political Commissar Zhang." ”

The interrogators frowned when they saw him like this, and said, "The political commissar is very busy. All you have to do now is to explain your problem, how much information did you send to the Manchus? ”

"I didn't send intelligence, I didn't send intelligence......" Shang Dengsong was indeed frightened. When the interrogators saw him like this, they had no choice but to withdraw and let him reflect on himself. However, this introspection is just one day, and by the time of the retrial in the evening, Shang Dengsong was already hungry, and he had not eaten all day since yesterday.

"If you want to eat, you can make it clear that you sent more information to the Manchu Qing Dynasty." The interrogator was still the red armband in the morning, and he still looked guilty with a straight face.

"I..." The strength to speak was gone, and Shang Dengsong lay motionless on the table, as if he was about to faint. Seeing this scene, the red armbands seemed to soften, and when they shouted outside, a cook came over with a bowl, he took it and put it in front of Shang Dengsong, and then said: "I can give you food first, and after eating, I will explain your problem." ”

Shang Dengsong saw that there was food, so he could not take care of answering, the chopsticks were useless, he stuffed the things in the bowl into his mouth with his hand, this is not rice, but pork, but when he was halfway through eating, he realized that the meat was salty and spicy, if he was not hungry, it was really difficult to eat, he finished eating, the pepper and saltiness in the meat fully reacted, he fanned his mouth and said: "Water, drink water, I want to drink water......"

"Shang Dengsong, the meal has been eaten, now explain the problem, how much information have you passed on to the Manchu Tartars, quickly and honestly." The patience of the red armband seemed to be polished for him, and this time the tone was extremely unfriendly.

"I'm not...... I'm going to drink water. On the one hand, he wanted to confess, and on the other hand, he was eager to drink water, Shang Dengsong was sweating profusely, his face was red like a boiled shrimp, and he was dying and struggling.

"Shang Dengsong, hurry up and explain your problem. There was no water to drink before the confession. The red armband drank in a deep voice.

"I don't, I drink water......" At this time, Shang Dengsong was only paralyzed on the ground and grabbed wildly with his hands, he had never suffered like this in his life, and his heart had long been gone.

"Only when you recruit can you drink water." The red armband angrily closed the notepad, turned around and closed the door and went out. When Shang Dengsong saw him leaving, he became even more anxious, grabbed the door and shouted, "Don't go!" I drink water. I drink water. ”

He shouted wildly, but there was no echo outside, Shang Dengsong only believed that what the man said was true at this moment, he really had no water to drink, when he thought of the word water, he felt that he was even more thirsty, so he had to shout: "I recruit, I recruit!" I'm recruiting! ”

Shang Dengsong shouted a few words, and the red armband returned. He was still serious and unhurried, and only after sitting down did he say, "Do you now admit that you are a spy of the Manchu Dynasty?" ”

"I ...... I am, I'm..."Shang Dengsong couldn't go on anymore. Somehow, his tears suddenly fell. The red armband looked at his appearance, so he said to the door again, and soon a bowl of water was served, and he hurriedly poured all the water down just like eating meat just now, and after drinking it, he felt that it was not enough, so he asked for another bowl. It was only after drinking three bowls of water that he felt better in his throat.

"When you run out of water, let's do it." The red armband watched as he finally finished drinking. I thought about how to get the confession out of his mouth.

"I ......" admitted that it was a spy from the Manchu Qing Dynasty, but in fact, it was to drink water, and what kind of confession did Deng Song recruit. Seeing his appearance, the red armband said again: "Shang Dengsong, you have already admitted that you are a spy of the Manchu Qing Dynasty." So who are your comrades in the revolutionary army? Who are you in a relationship with? ”

"There is no homogeneity. It does not matter. Shang Dengsong couldn't think of confessing that he was a detective, and then he had to confess his party and relationship, how could he make it up, and besides, he himself was not a detective at all.

"And how did your information get out?" The red armband asked again, "Shang Dengsong, you are still not honest, and there is no way out if you don't explain honestly." ”

"I really don't have a party member, I really don't have a relationship. I, I don't know anything. Shang Dengsong cried when he said this. He only felt that he was really too old, not only was he wronged, the Manchu Qing Dynasty sat on the detective, but also made up a relationship between the sitting and the detective, he cried and cried and suddenly remembered that the political commissar Zhang who was talking before was here, and choked and said: "I want to see Political Commissar Zhang, I want to see Political Commissar Zhang!" ”

"The commissar is busy. Now explain your problem. Who are your comrades and who are your sitting-in relationships? The red armband asked the question just now again, and when he saw that he still wanted to see Political Commissar Zhang, he withdrew again after the retrial was fruitless.

Shang Dengsong's psychological defense seemed to be re-established after it was broken, and he said that he didn't know after a few days of interrogation, the red armband couldn't do anything, and he was hungry and thirsty for water, but it didn't work as well as before, until one afternoon, the guy sent a tray of food, and he was surprised that he still had a small pot of wine, and the guy left without saying anything as usual after sending it. Shang Dengsong felt that it was very abnormal, when he was sleeping soundly at night after eating hastily, suddenly the cell door opened, and a few torches only brightened the room, Shang Dengsong didn't know what was going on, so he was picked up from the straw mat by a few men, he was very uneasy in his heart, and asked urgently: "What are you going to do?" What are you going to do? ”

He asked urgently, but no one answered, he was carried all the way in the air, and only when he went out not far outside and was blown by the cold wind, he suddenly woke up, and he was afraid that he was going to the execution ground. He suddenly moved his whole body, his feet hooked to the ground as if he was sleeping on the ground, but the manpower that grabbed him was very great, and no matter how much he struggled, he dragged him to the execution ground, and at this time an executioner with a ghostly knife was already waiting, and when he saw him, he shouted: "Please take your place!" ”

The two men who were holding him only pressed him down and knelt in front of the executioner, and then he heard the executioner behind him shouting: "Please return to your place!" Shang Dengsong knew that this sentence was the cry of the executioner before the killing, he had heard it when he was a child, but he didn't want to have such a time, his whole body was trembling at this time, and his teeth were not obeying, and he wanted to say something. Just when the nephew's hand lengthened the tone of 'bit', and the ghost head knife in his hand was about to cut on his head, he didn't know where he got the strength to shout loudly: "I move!" I'm recruiting! I have a party, I have a party! ”

By the end of the year, the cells everywhere could not be closed, and some of those who had confessed were put back to their original residences, but these people were required to report to the gendarmerie every day, and Shang Dengsong's psychological defense line completely collapsed after that night, and he answered whatever the red armband asked, and he also bit a few people into the water. In view of this, he was also released, but after he came out, the couplet posted in front of the desk with "the sound of the wind and rain, the sound of reading, the sound of the family, the country, the world, everything" was torn by him, and he is now completely immersed in the book of ten thousand words, under the guidance of the political commissar, he wrote and wrote, changed and changed, until he wrote five or six times, and now he feels like he has changed his bones, and he is no longer the original self. (To be continued......)

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