Soon I caught up with the slow-moving truck and stretched out my hand to climb up to the car. There were a dozen people standing on the carriage, two of whom reached out and pulled me up.
"Comrade! You are welcome to join the revolutionary ranks." A man who looked like a head stretched out his hand to me.
I hurriedly stretched out my hand and shook his hand. His hand was very white and had body temperature, which further confirmed some of my guesses.
The people here are the same as the Yang Jian, they all have the physical signs of a living person!
I shook hands with him vigorously, smiling but didn't speak, because I couldn't understand the way they talked. If I missed it, it would be possible for them to throw him off the car as an alien.
"I call the party patriot! We are going to the forefront of the revolution, where we are needed," he said.
The party is patriotic! It is a name with the breath of the times. I heard that people in that era liked names like Aid Korea, Jianguo, and Weidong.
"Long live the revolution! Long live the chairman!" I said passionately.
It's certainly not a problem to say this, because the group of fighting people just shouted like this.
"Comrade, what do you call it?" Dang Paiguo asked.
"I... I... called Wanshiqiong." I hurriedly made up.
"Good name, only by suffering poverty forever, can we persevere in the revolution forever." The party patriotic praised.
"How do you dress like Taiwanese spies." One of them pointed to me and asked.
Some of them wore grass-green military uniforms, grass-green military caps, wide belts, collars and sleeve badges, and grass-green canvas satchels on their backs, as well as youth and casual clothes in blue, gray, and black.
But I took care of my board size, wearing brand-name sportswear with a strong atmosphere of the times, and wearing sneakers on my feet, which did not match their outfits.
The person in the shop once said that I was a Taiwanese spy, and it seemed that the problem was with the clothes.
"The revolution does not distinguish between clothes and the spirit of the revolution." I said nonsense.
Dang Aiguo once again said: "You can tell from the name that he supports the revolution. There is no doubt about that. But you'd better change this outfit. It looks a little awkward."
"There are clothes." A man yelled and pointed to a clothing store on the side of the road.
The Patriotic Party immediately stopped the truck and raised his hand shouting: "Stealing is justified, robbery is not guilty, long live the revolutionary robber spirit!
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As soon as he finished speaking, more than a dozen people jumped out of the car and rushed to the clothing store. I also jumped out of the car with them.
Although the door of the shop was tightly closed, under the impact of more than a dozen people, it instantly became vulnerable.
I put on the clothes I grabbed from the shop, and immediately became just like them, becoming one of them. We not only robbed clothes, but also a lot of food from the nearby shop. We got back into the car and the truck continued on.
I don’t know where they are referring to the revolutionary frontline, but it doesn’t matter. The reason why I climbed onto this truck and mixed up with these revolutionaries was to prove one thing, because only this thing was confirmed. I can determine what happened to Li Xing'er, and then find Chen Ping.
Before I came here, I thought it was a world of howling ghosts and howling wolves. After seeing those revolutionary youths who fought, I realized that it was just a world where ghosts kept repeating scenes from their lives, but the appearance of Li Xing'er and the words of the worker made I have a lot of questions.
The only thing I can be sure of right now is that all the people here will die in the near future, and their bodies will be filled into the dead man’s cave.
In other words, although everyone here lives and lives, they have their own destiny, but they don't follow the trajectory of their lives, because my behavior has changed some things.
For example, the young man I dragged out of the melee, if he continued to stay on that road, he would definitely die there, but I rescued him.
In other words, his death was postponed because of my behavior.
So now I have to follow these people to learn more about it. Only by understanding clearly can I find what I want.
In an instant, I thought about what would happen if Li Xing'er was taken out. What would it be like for her to become her own wife in the future
But this kind of thought just flashed in my mind, because it would be ridiculous if it was really that way. Why would I like her
The truck drove into a railway station. There was noisy and large numbers of people in the railway station. They came out of the station and rushed in again, completely disorderly.
They yelled loudly. Amidst the lack of content, one could hear these people coming to the station.
Purpose: They want to go north.
If you pay attention, you will find that apart from the people who are going north, there is no staff in the station. All the ticket windows are empty and there are no ticket sellers.
As soon as the truck stopped, a few people gathered around. These were obviously in a group with the patriotism of the party. Their words were respectful, because the scene was too noisy, and I couldn't hear what they were planning. Suddenly, the party patriotically shouted: "In order to show our loyalty to the chair, we can sacrifice everything!"
After speaking, Dang Aiguo jumped out of the car with people and squeezed into the crowd. I hesitated and followed.
I tried my best to keep up with the patriotism of the party, but there are too many people here. You push me and I squeeze you. Soon I am lost in the crowd, and I can’t see the patriots of the party. shadow.
I climbed up a platform out of breath. A green train stopped on the rails. The carriage was already full of people. They were screaming, singing, and yelling. Outside the carriage, they also wrote in white paint " Resolutely smash the opposing revolutionaries and stop the conspiracy going northward." "If the enemy does not surrender, he will perish" and other violent slogans.
All this in front of me reminded me of the half-blind brain-eating worm for no reason. Although these people behaved violently, their thinking was surprisingly highly consistent, as if they were being manipulated by some terrifying force. For the revolution in their hearts, they can die without hesitation like an evil spirit.
If the half-blind brain-eating worm spreads to a large area, what will be the consequences? I can't imagine it.
I looked forward along the carriage, and then back, and found that the train had no head at all, only a row of green carriages.
If the train does not have a locomotive, no matter how strong or strong the revolutionary belief is, it will definitely not move, let alone go north. But these people in front of them didn't seem to notice this at all, or that they didn't care whether the train had a front or not. Countless people were still squeezing into the carriages, digging in through the windows.
I grabbed a person and asked, "How can the train leave without a front?"
The man turned around, smiled at me, and said, "They can't go there, but you can take me out."
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