Since the launch of the strike-hard deployment, the propaganda and mobilization work has been almost unprecedented.

Banners and slogans from cities to villages are used wherever they can be used.

Even after nearly 40 years, in some remote areas, because of the neglect of updating the insiders, you can occasionally see some traces left, especially the slogans on some walls have become incoherent sentences because of the demolition and reconstruction of the houses on which they depend, which is particularly eye-catching.

And the most eye-catching thing is the centralized public judgment meetings that come and go one after another in various places, and some small counties say that they are empty alleys, which is really not an exaggeration.

I witnessed and participated in the public judgment meeting of the first battle organized by Xiangshan County, and that scene was shocking!

In accordance with the requirements of the notice issued by the superiors, the comrades who carried out the tasks of the public judgment meeting in the office checked in to the guest house of the Dancheng County Party Committee one day in advance.

In addition to specifying the number of personnel to be transferred and the weapons to be carried, the notice also requires that they be the backbone of the squad leader.

Wang Guomin and I and five other people, after lunch, took the shuttle bus to Dancheng to carry out the mission.

We were dressed in military uniforms, and we were carrying rush guns and pistols, which attracted everyone's amazement, because we usually go out without weapons during the day.

The person in charge of ticket sales at the station asked curiously:

"Pretend to be a show?"

"Train!"

Wang Guomin replied loudly.

When we arrived in Danse, we marched in a column on the way to the guest house, which also attracted many people's attention and discussions.

"Tomorrow's judgment conference."

"Where?"

"The Square of the Palace of Workers' Culture."

The wind in the city is much louder.

Some people may have seen the announcements of some death row prisoners and the preparation of the sentencing meeting site.

After we checked in at the guest house, we immediately held a meeting at the county armed police squadron behind the county government compound to receive the task.

The meeting was presided over by Deputy Captain Mao of the brigade, and Captain Fan of the county squadron divided the tasks.

Our job is to assist in the escort.

Every car and every person is located.

I got up early the next morning, and I didn't have time to eat breakfast and went to the compound of the Public Security Bureau.

Various police cars and troop trucks lined up from the yard to the end of the road heading east.

The detention center is located on the north side of the courtyard, and there is an iron gate connected to the courtyard, and all kinds of public security and law personnel wear formal clothes, most of them are equipped with weapons, and they hurriedly enter and exit the iron gate.

While waiting, I met a comrade-in-arms from the recruit company, because he was at work and was more familiar, so he came over to chat for a while.

"The court is giving the death row prisoner a final talk."

"Identity?"

"Yes."

"I've been busy for a long time, feed them."

"Will they eat it?"

"Eat."

His voice was very low.

When there was still about half an hour before the departure time, the police lights of all the police cars flashed together, and the prisoners pressed into the cars one by one.

I was in charge of a male prisoner in his 20s.

I looked at the military and police vehicles in front of me and the crowd of onlookers around me, with a serious look on my face and a sacred responsibility in my heart.

As the sirens sounded in succession at the front and rear of the convoy, the procession began to move east and then slowly detoured along the widest new avenue.

When we arrived at the square of the Workers' Cultural Palace, there was already a crowd of people, and the loudspeakers played the recorded propaganda slogans uninterruptedly.

The motorcade entered the auditorium of the Palace of Workers' Culture along the reserved and controlled passageway.

The auditorium hall has already been set up to serve as a backstage waiting and resting area for the conference.

Despite the noise outside, it was quiet and orderly.

When the sentencing meeting began, it was quite quiet except for the gentle sound of loudspeakers.

One of the prisoners to my left began to speak incoherently.

I looked at the sign on his chest, it was a red cross, and he was a death row prisoner.

According to the badge and his own intermittent words, I can probably understand that he is only 22 years old, 2 years older than me, and a person from Juexi Town.

I think he's supposed to be the leader of the gang, but he doesn't look very tall.

The guards on the side stopped him from time to time, and he didn't seem to listen very much.

After a while he was brought out for a while, and when he came back he didn't seem to make much noise.

At the end of the meeting, we continued to get in the car and go around to the west of the city before returning to the detention center.

Along the way, people kept chasing the vehicle, shouting the names of the prisoners in the car.

I don't know why, I, who have always been soft-hearted and more likely to shed tears, did not shed tears at this time, and always maintained a serious face.

Some of the vehicles went to the execution site.