[Wang Zhao, Wang's Barbecue Chef, Food Writer, Taste Saves the World]
There were only a handful of survivors in Fuyang back then, and I was one of them.
When I woke up, my mind went blank and I lost that memory. The doctor said it's a common thing, no need to take medicine, maybe it's a blessing that I can't remember it.
After more than ten years, I gradually saw some broken pictures and some fragments with unclear meanings when I was half asleep and half awake. I never spoke to anyone about it, and buried it forever under the ruins of my hometown.
Until yesterday when I was flipping through "Jianghu Shi" while eating wine, I happened to read the description of the subject, and those broken pictures were finally connected.
Time flies, and those who knew all the truth back then may have already been buried. I can only give an extremely irresponsible guess: the person who blew up Nanchang may not be the same person who razed the entire Fuyang.
To reiterate, this is just a memory of the rescue that was regained only thirty years ago, and I don't know how many hallucinations and speculations are mixed in. I don't guarantee it's true, I just want to help the subject a little bit.
1. I was the son of a butcher family in Fuyang City, and knew everyone in the city. All I don't know are foreigners.
2. On the day of the incident, the sequence of the explosion was quite strange. The military factory in the south of the city was the first to explode, and it was bombed twice in succession. After a while, four loud noises came from other directions one after another, and in Fuyang, apart from the Chengnan factory, there were only four important places left: the other two arsenals, the north granary, and the office building of the Pioneering Group.
3. After the bombing, the officers and soldiers took advantage of the chaos and marched. My mother burst into tears when she saw the military flag, and just as she yelled "I'm saved", she was shot through the head by the officers and soldiers.
4. My home is not far from Nanchang. After being flattened, I have a wide view. I lay down under my mother's corpse, and saw a man standing up from the ruins of Nanchang (an outsider I don't know, I don't know if it is the Dragon Hero mentioned by the subject), digging through the ruins like crazy, and finally digging out another A man covered in blood. The one that was dug out closed his eyes and couldn't see his face clearly, and he didn't know whether he had fainted or died.
5. Suddenly, officers and soldiers opened fire on them, shouting things like "travelers will be mixed into the refugees, there is an order from above, don't leave any one behind". The foreign visitor froze for a moment, became even more mad, and yelled at the group of officers and soldiers, not knowing what he was shouting. I don't remember what he did, I just remember that the group of officers and soldiers were killed by him, and he himself was shot a few times.
6. I thought he was going to die, but I didn't expect him to stand staggeringly for a while, and suddenly, very slowly, picked up a gun from the ground. He stared at the trigger for an unknown amount of time, raised his head high, raised his hand and shot at Qing Tian. For some reason, that movement became the clearest memory when I dreamed back.
7. Then he carried the wounded man (or corpse) on one hand, and held the gun in the other hand, and walked out of the city. At this time, the traversers started to fight back, neither side cared about the life and death of the civilians in the city, the guns bombarded aimlessly, sparks flew around, but they never touched that person. He walked out of my sight so slowly and disappeared into the smoke.
8. Then another person emerged from the ruins of Nanchang. I know this person. He is the sister of the pastry shop in the city, the one known as Huabing Xishi. She was holding a gun in her hand (I thought it was a mistake), and she was wearing a court armor (maybe it was an illusion). Her whole body was still so clean and beautiful, and she didn't look like she had just experienced an explosion at all. She took a few steps and stopped again. Like the outsider just now, she stood blankly for a long time, then suddenly took off the armor on her body, bent down and put it on a person (face cannot be seen clearly) on the ground.
9. Before she could straighten up, a shell hit her, and she was blown into two pieces, and landed beside him.
10. Then I passed out. When I woke up again, I was already in a refugee camp, surrounded by children of similar age. The imperial court said that it was the Pioneering Group who ordered the massacre of the city, and the Pioneering Group said that it was the imperial court who killed innocent people indiscriminately. The past and that city turned into dust.
I don't know the dragon hero you mentioned.
Now that I think about it, I thought I knew Sister Huabing Xishi, maybe it was wishful thinking.
Who is he? who is she? Why put on a battle suit? Why raise a musket? And why stop at the moment of life and death
Did the man he carried survive? Where did they go
Who is she putting on the armor for? If that person is alive, do you still remember her
I'm afraid no one will answer.
Since then, until today, I have never tasted a flower cake that is similar to the taste of my hometown. However, every time I dream back, there still seems to be a sweet taste on my mouth, and I see the smiling girl in the shop shouting in front of my eyes.
[Liu Shuyin, like a cultural person]
I was not born when the incident mentioned by the subject of the subject happened, and the rumors I heard later were all true and false rumors, so I won’t say much. There is only one anecdote, probably from a reliable source, which is that of a brother of my aunt's cousin.
That man is a martial artist. When I was young, I often heard him boast that he had served in the Wulin League, and he had eaten at the same table with Lin League Leader and Long Daxia. After thinking about it carefully, the time he mentioned should be when the Wulin League resettled refugees after the battle of Fuyang. If what he said is true, at least it can prove that Long Daxia was indeed in the Wulin League at that time.
He claimed to have entered Long Daxia's study and seen a new calligraphy hanging on the wall. He was told that it was written by Long Daxia himself.
My acquaintance is a reckless man, after looking at it for a long time, he only recognized the word "murder", he was startled, and felt that this hero was really terrifying, and from now on, he would make a detour when seeing him. Later, I heard someone who was literate in the league read it. There were four sentences in that picture: kill people to make others safe, kill them, stop wars with wars, even wars are okay.
It is said that the pen is as sharp as a sword, and the words are sharp.
My acquaintances always thought that with the surging fighting spirit of the Dragon Warrior, sooner or later he would die on the battlefield, and if he didn't die, he should wear the yellow robe and leave his name in history. But when the dust settled and the new era began, there was no sign of Hero Long anymore.
Some say he is dead. Others say that he just retired silently, and the reason is unknown. He has been a master for half his life, how many mysteries have been left by his words and deeds, it is not only the subject of the question, there must be thousands of people in this world who want to find him and ask the truth. Unfortunately, some people said that when this person left, he took only one attendant with him, and died in the sea on a light boat.
[Question of counseling husband in this issue]
What kind of experience is it like to take a taxi
[Editor's note]
Contributions are welcome. Professional, rich, wonderful, is the consistent pursuit of "Jianghu Shi".
See you next time, Mrs.
[No Injustice·End]