The defender was pulled out of the workers by the Red Guards, and was scratched with big ears before he could finish speaking, and the words were beaten back into the stomach abruptly.
He was knocked to the ground, and then picked up again, and then four or five people scrambled to twist his arms, press his head, beat his face with fists, kick his stomach with his feet, and run him outside the factory. go with.
The scene performed outside made me horrified. This is even crazier than the stage of the Chinese revolution in related film and television dramas!
When the drizzle hit my face from the cracks in the plank, it was so real. The trance gave me the illusion of traveling through time and space.
I kept reminding myself that this is a world made up of ghosts and obsessions in the Cave of the Dead. It was an illusory world during the Cultural Revolution.
Moreover, I experienced this situation when I was in Fetus Qu, when Zhang Ling and I almost walked into the Kuomintang barracks.
The reason for the formation of the illusory world is that under certain circumstances, ghosts will keep repeating the scenes before their lives, and now I am in it.
I spit out the copper coin from my mouth, put it on and hung it around my neck with a red string, read the soul-returning curse on the paper talisman again, and put it into my personal pocket.
I should leave here as soon as possible to find Chen Ping, but how to get out of the warehouse is a problem. The people around the machine are not far from me, and as soon as I walk out, I will be spotted immediately. Others are learning and I am running a small business, maybe I will be said to be a reactionary who is slack in thinking and does not respond to the call.
Therefore, I can only stay in the warehouse to observe the situation outside, looking for opportunities to leave.
The female soldier standing on the machine waved her fist and took the lead and exclaimed: "Now start learning! The highest instruction: I would rather the grass of socialism than the seedlings of capital ideas, and resolutely smash the new counterattack of the bourgeois reactionary line, so the cotton factory As a product of capitalism, one must...
The female soldier conveyed the latest instructions in high spirits, and the workers below all bowed their heads and dared not gnaw. When people finished their studies, a man with glasses walked out of the workers. He walked to the machine and looked up at the female soldier and asked, "Our comrade worker..."
Before he finished speaking, he was immediately interrupted by a sharp female voice: "He is a reactionary, why should you care about a reactionary?"
The man hurriedly explained: "I am the factory director. If our worker brothers do not seek political progress, I will improve.
Level report. and so… "
The female soldier standing on the machine said loudly: "We are the masters of the country, and all important matters of the country will be entrusted to us. We will reform him and interrogate him!"
After speaking, many people responded immediately, shouting and hitting the reactionaries one after another.
These people must be crazy! No, it should be said that these ghosts are crazy when they are alive!
While they were discussing who was the master of the country and how to deal with the reactionaries, I gently pushed the door open a gap, and sneaked out of the warehouse, walking on my waist to observe the surroundings.
At this time, I also saw the look of the female soldier. She was probably in her early twenties. Although her face was full of dishes, her expression was unusually serious and solemn, as if she was the master of the country.
She took the lead and shouted slogans like a stimulant. The workers were so frightened that they were afraid to speak. After a while, she took the gesture of a winner, shaking her arms, shouting, and carrying a group of people. Left the factory.
I took advantage of the workers' carelessness and slipped out of the factory quietly and came to the street.
Everywhere on the street, there are people busy writing slogans on the walls. Those people gather in groups and stick sheets of paper wherever they can be posted. At the same time, some people took down the signboard of the door shop, stepped on them, kicked them... They seemed to have great dissatisfaction to vent.
This is really a crazy world!
Where should I find Chen Ping? In what form will Chen Ping exist? I don't know all of this, nor can I imagine it. So what I can do is to search aimlessly on the street.
Passing through a narrow and messy alley, came to a wide road. After not walking a few steps, I heard a loud shout coming from the end of the road. Soon after a turn, a green car rushed out. The truck is full of people, and there are countless followers behind the truck, following the truck.
This group of people just appeared. Those who wrote big-character posters on the roadside and smashed shops were all taken aback, and then they shouted: "Rightist reactionaries are here."
The stragglers gathered together in an instant, and as the shouts of people on the road gathered more and more, the team continued to grow, so that I didn't see where those people came from, and the whole road was already crowded. full.
That green truck, driving forward at a very fast speed, rushed in in an instant
After the crowd broke out, the crowd immediately burst out with exclamation, shouts, anger, yelling, and passionate slogans.
But what is surprising is that none of the people who were hit by the truck dodged, instead, they rushed up to the truck like soldiers who saw their deaths.
The green truck screamed and rolled over people, and finally hit the side of the road with a "bang". Cheers of mountains and tsunami erupted from the crowd.
People rushed into the truck like crazy, grabbed the people on the truck and threw them down. The people who were thrown down were quickly drowned in the crowd.
The "Rightist reactionaries" who followed the truck also shouted and rushed. The two groups of people immediately rushed together, making the road more crowded, and then it turned into a melee.
I was so scared that I retreated to a corner and hid. I don’t understand why these two groups hate each other so much. They look exactly the same, they are all so young, they dress basically the same, and they behave so bravely , Then they regard death as home, and even their slogans are surprisingly consistent.
Another truck rushed out from a far corner. People shouted paper tigers and rushed toward them.
The truck hit people and made a "bang" sound. At least a dozen young people were knocked down by the truck and caught in the wheel. The injured people were bloody, some were rolling all over the floor, and some were killed on the spot without moving. . But no one cares about them at all.
The people on the truck jumped down and the people on the ground climbed up. The two groups held the most common weapons in their hands, including sharp knives and wooden sticks, but most of them were bare-handed.
I saw two female students bravely climbed into the car, but before they stood firm, they were grabbed by their hair, hit their heads against the carriage, hit them on the heads with wooden sticks and sharp knives, their bodies...
In an instant, blood spurted out of their bodies, and then their bodies fell straight from the car.
However, there are more people who climbed onto the trucks, the melee escalated, and there were earth-shattering shouts everywhere.
I knew in my heart that everything in front of me was illusion and illusion, but everything in front of me was too real, and the smell of blood in the air made me horrified.
So, all I can do is to leave here immediately so as not to get involved in their fight. But the moment I was about to turn around and leave, I saw a familiar figure.
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