The military camp was transformed into a makeshift concentration camp. The original rows of dormitories were converted into cells. It was so overcrowded that even the animal sheds were used.
The barn was not big, with a mule tied inside and two people tied up; the mule was eating grass leisurely, and one of the prisoners was sitting next to a pile of hay crying, while the other was lying next to a pile of dung sleeping; the one who was crying kept whining and moaning, and the one who was sleeping finally couldn't fall asleep anymore.
"Grandma, are you done yet?"
The door of a nearby dormitory was suddenly kicked open, and more than a dozen Japanese military police dragged several bound wounded prisoners out of the house and walked onto the playground. Some of the wounded were dragged on the ground and continued to kick and swing their legs. Some were from the Eighth Route Army, and some were puppet soldiers. When they reached the middle of the playground, they were left behind by the military police, and they hastily lay in a row still struggling. The sergeant waved his hand, and more than a dozen bayonets immediately fell, were pulled out, and fell again, and the screams stopped abruptly.
The gendarmes put away their guns and lined up. The blood on the bayonets flowed down the guns before they could wipe it off. The sergeant had already ordered the team to turn right and march in step. A dozen puppet soldiers waiting not far away quickly ran over and dragged away the body.
Seeing this, the weeper in the barn started crying again.
"My brother was shot dead at the intersection, and my brother was blown to ashes by a cannon. Can you consider my grief? Is it so difficult for me to get some sleep?"
"Wu... But... I'm going to die. They suspect that I was the one who fired the heavy machine gun... But I wasn't far enough away from that place at the time, so I can't explain it clearly... When I'm tried, I might not be able to get out... Wu—"
The one who wanted to sleep had no choice but to sit up, spit out the dirt from the corner of his mouth, and rolled his eyes: "Speaking of the trial, I'm confused, why is it not my turn yet? Huh?"
The weeper obviously had low emotional intelligence, and was immediately put into the problem. He turned his head and looked at the five dumb and rough ones with tears in his eyes. He couldn't help but feel a little jealous, and cried: "You... still need to be interrogated? The whole Xinglong Town knows that you are Marshal Tianpeng who has come down to earth! I'm also confused, how did you get caught with such a capable person?"
"Bah! I'm stuck at the wellhead! Otherwise, I'm a good swimmer, don't you understand?"
“…” The cryer finally forgot to cry.
After a while, the big, dumb one looked around and suddenly lowered his voice and said, "Listen to me, luckily we are locked up in this barn. As long as we work together, we have a chance to escape. The lookout consists of four shifts, and the patrol consists of three shifts and two groups. We must change the lookout three times a quarter. It's about 200 steps from here to the east wall. When it gets dark, let's do this..."
After a while, the five dumb and rough ones asked, "How is it? A 30% chance is better than no chance, right?"
"… "
"Give me a straight answer!"
A patrol team composed of military, police, and special agents happened to pass by. They stopped in front of the barn and said, "Hey? What are you whispering about? Tell me! What are you two whispering about?"
"He's crying and making me upset, try to persuade him."
The questioner turned to look at the crying person: "Really?"
The weeper bit his lip for a long time, then suddenly raised his head: "If I report the situation, will it prove my innocence? He's going to run away tonight!"
"I fuck your grandma!" The big and burly one suddenly rushed towards the crying person. Since his hands and feet were tied, he tried to bite him with his big mouth, wishing he could have a mouth full of hair.
…
The roar of the motorcycle messed up Li Youcai's traitor hairstyle. The setting sun floated on the western horizon, and the road stretched endlessly to the north.
Huizi was sitting in the sidecar of the motorcycle, swaying, her hands tightly gripping the metal handrails. Her white nurse's robe rustled in the wind, making Li Youcai look even darker. But she didn't dare to make a sound, and she didn't know why.
A stone bridge appeared ahead, but the motorcycle turned into a small road to the right, which was the riverside. After driving for a while, it stopped on a patch of gravel beside the water and turned off the engine.
Li Youcai jumped off the car, leaned against the motorcycle, took out a cigarette and lit it, with a rare expressionless look in the sunset.
Huizi seemed to relax because the car stopped. She got out of the truck carefully and walked towards the waterside carefully: "Why... come here?" The pause in her tone was not because of hesitation, but because she was still clumsy in speaking Chinese.
"The Eighth Route Army has been here before. If you're lucky, they'll capture you."
Throwing away the extinguished match, Li Youcai looked at the white figure walking towards the water's edge and was already considering a bad plan: send this idiot nurse to the Ninth Company and let them figure out a way to exchange her for Hu Yi.
Although it is a bad idea, it is simple, convenient and effective, and you don't have to worry about it. As for accidents, there may be accidents, and it has nothing to do with you.
Huizi didn't care, thinking he was joking, and casually lifted her skirt and pulled it higher, and walked until her beautiful leather shoes were wet, and then stopped, looking at the water surface in the evening light: "Do you always... come here?"
"I've never been here, but I've heard people say there's a patch of gravel here."
The smoke he just exhaled was carried away by the breeze. Looking up at the setting sun, Li Youcai began to think about the best strategy: If he could let this idiot nurse die in Captain Zhao's house, then everything would be fine. He could get rid of the man named Zhao, release Hu Yi, and he would be promoted to deputy captain. It would be the best of all worlds!
The best strategy is a good choice, although it is a bit difficult. You can do it according to your ability, such as letting her die in the backyard of the Zhao family. Of course, it would be perfect if you can find a way to make her body appear in the bedroom of the Zhao family.
She gathered her skirts to her chest, carefully squatted down at the water's edge, and began to search for beautiful pebbles with one hand: "I never left the hospital. I said... I mean..."
"You want to thank me?"
"right."
“I’m honored!”
Li Youcai didn't want to look at her back anymore. Even so, he was still not sure whether he should do it himself. It would be safest to do it himself. He didn't want to implicate Li Weiwei because of this matter, so he considered the feasibility of recruiting a death row prisoner to do it.
"You're...very good." She continued turning over the pebbles and suddenly said this, as if she couldn't find any words to describe it, so she just said very good.
"It seems that your eyesight is not very good either."
Li Youcai muttered this sentence, took a long puff of the cigarette in his hand, and began to think about Captain Zhao's problem. He couldn't figure out why Captain Zhao wanted to trip him up. Was this a warning? Or a dangerous omen? More like a dangerous omen! It feels good to be underestimated! It's really good!
She turned back, with a faint smile: "You are really good. Because... I heard that Lin Xiu."
"Cough—cough cough..." A violent cough.
The last puff of smoke choked Li Youcai's heart and caused him pain, as if he had been shot. He had no choice but to bend down and lower his upper body. He raised his hand and subconsciously covered his body, but not his chest or lungs, but the part that had been shot.
I reluctantly raised my head, the setting sun was as red as blood; can people change? Should people change
The evening light dyed the endless land, the river, and the black and white of the riverside...