Iron bone

"Down with the merchant group!"

"Embrace the revolutionary government!"

"Kill Chen Lianbo and defeat imperialism!"

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At 2:00 p.m. on October 10, 1924, a crowd of thousands of people, holding banners and shouting slogans, poured from the First Park rally grounds to the shop-filled Jixiang Road, and drove into the bustling Huifu East Road at ****. The sky-shattering slogans resounded over Guangzhou City, and more and more people joined the raging procession. Thousands of people who had long suffered from oppression finally put aside all their worries and gains and losses, and bravely gathered together to vent their long-suppressed anger.

As the procession passed through the center of the street and entered the Taiping intersection, thousands of armed and disorganized merchant armies came in full force and opened fire with hundreds of blackened guns on the marching party that had no time to react, a deafening gunfire drowned out the loud slogans and raised a cloud of smoke in the narrow streets that suddenly rose and rolled with the wind. The marching group finally fled in panic, the cries provoked the merchant army to more bloody hacking and shooting, the still struggling bodies of those shot became the best targets for slaughter, the marching youths who could not escape were killed one after another under the heavy blows of the butt of the big swords, the red-eyed merchant army rose up in groups to chase them, and the executioners who followed them easily added shots to the heads of those struggling in vain. A peasant self-defense leader was shot four times and still struggled desperately, in return for a rain of kicks and punches from the merchants, and as he stubbornly got up, a sharp knife came down and cut the self-defense leader's neck almost in two.

This inhumane abuse attracted hundreds of onlookers, and the inhumane people were laughing loudly around the still convulsing corpse, and someone brought a tin bucket of kerosene and poured it over the body, which was not yet dead. "Whoo" a fire rose up in the air, and in a moment the smoke rolled burnt smell in all directions, the body in the fire in the heat ** contraction and twisting in a disorderly manner, and finally turned half a circle weirdly and slowly erected to form a sitting position, triggering a burst of cheers and surprised screams of the massacre... ...

At 1:00 a.m. on October 15, the League of the Slain, which had been suppressed for days, sounded the call for a counter-attack. Thousands of students and teachers from the Whampoa Military Academy finally rushed to Guangzhou City amidst the angry roar of Sun Yat-sen, supported by the revolutionary army stationed in Guangzhou, together with the dead and wounded peasant self-defense forces and the armed labor groups, and launched a fierce attack on the tyrannical merchant army.

Xiguan, the historic and prosperous commercial area of Guangzhou City, has for centuries been protected from bandit attacks by local residents who have set up an iron fence and sturdy wooden fence gates at every street entrance along the street, which are quickly closed at the first sign of danger, forming a fortress-like barrier. Today, thousands of defeated merchant troops poured into the area from all sides, resisting with strong barriers. The merchant army used the strong fences and familiar terrain to skillfully arrange firepower from the windows of the lined buildings, balconies, stone pillars of the pagoda and other high and low firepower configuration points to give the attacking side a great deal of damage, the battle has entered a white heat.

Faced with such a fierce blockade by the merchant army, the backwardly armed Huangpu student army was at a loss, seeing Huangpu students fall one after another, Chiang Kai-shek, who was personally present on the battlefield, was furious, and in a burst of "it is very likely to be interfered with and sanctioned by the neighboring British and French", "it is difficult to explain to the world by burning people's houses. "and so on the advice of the crowd, a "I can not stand by and watch my students die" roar after the decisive order: burn!

A barrel of kerosene was sprinkled on a fence and wooden houses, and after a loud bang, the entire West Pass became a sea of fire, a huge fire rolled up the thick smoke instantly flooded the merchant army positions, a huge tongue of fire will resist the merchant army burned their souls, like rats on fire jumped out of the bunkers and houses everywhere, the student army saw this rise up to pursue and capture the West Pass, the existence of years with the British imperialism in The merchant army, which had existed for many years with the British imperialists behind it, was thus wiped out ......

The majority of them were wiped out by machetes and darts on the pier, and the few remaining soldiers who did not know how to resist long ago knelt on the hard ground and begged for mercy. the center of the river.

"Throw the rope and pull it ......"

"Whew--"

The cable cut out a distance of more than four meters to accurately set the tether stake on the prow of the fleeing boat, two strong peasant soldiers cheered and threw down their respective hands of pikes and hoes, together with the middle-aged fishermen in unison, three or two times to pull the fishing boat fleeing the pier back to the shore. The small leader of the routed soldiers on the fishing boat was so desperate that he gritted his teeth and pulled out the barge gun at his waist, but before he could shoot he was shot in the head by a quick-witted policeman on the shore and sank into the river with a thud.

"The middle-aged fisherman copied the bamboo pole on the ground and hooked the docked fishing boat, instructed his three companions to drag the collapsed soldiers on board onto the pier, and suddenly saw a sinking head on the port side of the swaying fishing boat, and knocked it down with a bamboo pole. Angrily cursed: "Hang your mother, the whole family property I see you run to the side tee! The young choke ah humanity ......"

Two Penny down, watching the hard hit long hair head slowly sink down the river, the middle-aged fisherman thought two steps forward and bent down, just grabbed the head of the sinking long hair low roar, "clatter" a pull out of the water, the ** upper body wearing only a ragged knee-length lace-up pants " The routed soldiers" thrown to the ground: "Six, there is one in this road, dragged over with a few of the side of the sacrificial knife!"

"Bravo!"

The young farmer stepped forward and grabbed the unconscious young man's right ankle and dragged it to the few routed soldiers kneeling in a row, not caring that the hard stones on the ground cut the young man's ** body and white cheeks, and let go of his hand and stepped hard on the young man's abdomen. The long-haired young man was hit by this blow and spurted out a stomach of water, painfully curled up as if to shout, but the next violent coughing made all his efforts come to naught. The young farmer still not relieved kicked out and threw the long-haired youth two meters sideways again on his back.

"Hey - chow - dong -"

A head flew far away after the sharp guillotine swung, grunted a few times and rolled into a shallow pool of water in the recess, losing the head of the neck cavity "whoosh" a few arrows of blood shot out several meters, twitching body after a few violent shaking slanting down, a dozen peasant soldiers and three police officers on the sidelines shouted. The second, the third, the fourth ...... one head after another was cut off, the air was filled with heavy blood and the stench of incontinence, watching people are still excitedly talking and laughing.

After the eighth head was cut off, all eyes turned to the last in line of long-haired young man, only to see his face and neck splattered with blood, long hair was called the young man tightly grasped by Tiny Six, to prevent him from falling limp in fear, affecting the effectiveness of the knife.

The captain of the peasant self-defense force saw that the long-haired young man, whose face was covered with scratches and dust, had straight features and a straight nose, and was considered a handsome young man, although his pale lips were trembling in fear, but the strong desire to live and the alternating look of despair and misery in his eyes still made the captain of the self-defense force, who had cut off eight heads, feel a touch of intolerance.

The captain of the self-defense team sighed slightly and walked with firm steps to the side of the kneeling long-haired youth slowly raised a meter-long sharp guillotine.

"Why, what is happening? My goodness ......" has been struggling to speak but can not be as long-haired youth finally issued the first ** human heart cry, then fell to the ground violently vomited up.

"Stay under the knife! This man has a Sichuanese accent, not a merchant army, let him go." The Szechuan police captain could not bear it and stopped the captain of the self-defense team, who hesitated and quickly left, leaving the long-haired youth to his own devices. The corpse collection team soon arrived, carrying one corpse after another on a wooden plank cart to pull out of the east of the city ......

Guangzhou City Renji Road is an old street, lined with almost all Lingnan-style two-story homes, green brick and gray tiles lined up, seemingly unevenly stretched homes have a quiet and elegant flavor.

In the west room of the Baicalin family compound on Chaoxing Street, Renji Road, the smell of herbs was strong, and a middle-aged man with a five-inch-long, three-stranded beard was sitting in front of the bed feeding medicine to a young patient with long hair who was confused. The middle-aged man wore a whitish blue tunic, his face was thin and pale, his slender eyebrows were not too thick but not too light, a pair of ancient well-like eyes showed a little compassion at the moment, and his body naturally exuded a private school pedant's taste.

"Sir, has my brother woken up yet?" A medium-sized, naive-looking young man quietly walked up to the middle-aged man, looking ** quite worried.

Middle-aged man fed the last two spoons of soup medicine, put the bowl to the side of the small black lacquer table: "I guess not dead ...... winter son, you go to the street Liang Ji congee store to buy a bowl of meat porridge back, remember, do not put ginger and onions and pepper noodles."

"Remember!" Dongzi readily answered a big step away.

"Wait!" The middle-aged man pulled out two silver mills from his long shirt and handed them over: "Take it, you just joined the Civil Affairs Bureau salary is not high, these days to save this guy you also spent a lot."

Dongzi cracked his thick lips and smiled: "It's okay sir, I still have money, besides, a hair can buy two bowls of meat porridge, not expensive. Let's go, I'll be right back."

The middle-aged man looked at the back of the simple Dongzi walking towards the courtyard door and sighed slightly, deeply fond of this fatherless and motherless Jiangxi lad. Three days ago in the evening, the middle-aged man came back from the stall and was startled when he entered the courtyard, living next door to him Dongzi sweaty begging him to get back with the cart to see the young man sick, reluctant to meddle in the middle-aged man argued reluctantly into this small room, to lie in ** fever more than the long-haired youth pulse, and then wrote a prescription left to Dongzi to get their own medicine, asked in passing who was lying where the person?

Who knows the simple Dongzi actually said he did not know, said the guy and colleagues pulled out of the East Gate outside the wilderness when buried, the seemingly dead guy came to life, see a lot of colleagues said it was the return of light advised Dongzi buried to Marty, but the kind Dongzi insisted that this person did not die can not be buried, otherwise it will be retribution. All look like a joke to close up and leave, leaving the winter child a pulling the cart and will be dead people pulled back to the city, back to the city winter child thought about it do not know where to put people to appropriate, thought struggle for a moment finally pulled back to their own rented room, so there is the latter thing.

The middle-aged man once again turned his attention to the ** patient, carefully observe his facial features and body shape and bones quite satisfied, deep inside seems to have given birth to a trace of unnamable affection, thinking that if it were not for this person's face and bones, he would not have spent so much effort for him.

Dongzi carried a large rough sea bowl to the table and carefully put it down: "Congee store old Liang people are good, know is a patient only charged me a milli on three bowls of fragrant chicken porridge, all in this large bowl, later not hot I come to feed him."

The middle-aged man nodded and asked in a harmonious voice: "Dongzi, how many more people did your corpse collection team bury today?"

"Twenty-seven, four of them were shot dead by the Grand Marshal's guard, I heard that those four people actually touched the Grand Marshal's courtyard wall and hung grenades all over their bodies, fortunately, the Grand Marshal's guard found them in time, those four people were shot into a beehive just after they pulled out their guns." Dongzi said excitedly.

The middle-aged man lightly stroked his long beard and nodded slightly: "It looks like there are still so many people in the merchant army who are not dying ...... winter son, you have to be more careful when you go in and out in the future, don't let those heartless people use them as targets."

"Understand, we are quite safe, there are always police or Huangpu gendarmes on the side to look after the corpse when collecting, it's okay ...... Huh? Sir look, he's awake!" Touzi put away the towel and squatted down excitedly at the head of the bed, his eyes showing a burning light, as if he was looking at his own brother.

An Yi struggled to open his eyes, but everything in front of him was confused and hazy, his brain was sometimes clear and sometimes confused, like having a long dream, dreaming that he jumped off the rising Funan River from the Nine Eyes Bridge in the bustling downtown of Chengdu under the intimidation of the hoodlums, and the crowd coming and going was surprisingly far away pretending not to see ...... dreaming that his He also dreamed that his recently deceased father said he was the one he picked up in front of the hospital.... ...dreamed of his class teacher at the vocational and technical college and the unsmiling and caring workshop director at the factory, Uncle Li, and also dreamed of the dazzling lights of the disco and his girlfriend's tantalizing kisses. ...... The last dream was of the headless corpses at the riverside pier, the shooting arrows of blood and the cold The glittering swords, alternating with many unrecognizable faces ......

"Thank God! You finally woke up, three days and three nights unconscious, net say we can not hear the nonsense, sir said that as long as you can wake up in a day or two will not die ...... sir look, he opened his eyes." Dongzi said excitedly.

An Yi slightly closed his eyes and opened them again, forcing himself to endure the aches and pains all over his body to survey the unfamiliar middle-aged and young people in front of him one by one: "Where am I ......"

"In my room ...... uh ...... here is Renji Road Chaoxing Street Baicalin family compound, I came across is you very frightened that day, shrunk into a ball without air, thought you were dead." Dongzi hurriedly explained.

The middle-aged man gently asked, "Young man, you have good bones, such a serious illness with only three days of soup medicine to recover to this appearance, very rare. By the way, listening to your dream words, you sometimes sound Sichuanese and sometimes official, can you tell me where you are from? How did you end up in Lingnan?"

An Yi shook his head: "I don't know how I got here ...... I only know that I am from Sichuan, I don't know exactly where because ...... because some time ago my dad told me before he died that he picked me up from the garbage can in front of a hospital I was picked up and raised ......"

Seeing big tears gushing out from An Yi's eyes, Dongzi hurriedly wiped him with a towel, the middle-aged man sighed and whispered comfortingly, "Don't be sad, you just woke up weak, take a few days to recuperate. This young man's name is Luo Dongzi, he pulled you back from the pile of the dead with the cart. My surname is Lao, and Dongzi are the same Jiangxi people, not much ability, rely on the stall fortune telling to make a living, live next door, these days are not peaceful, I can not set up that small stall just have time to serve you, ha ha! Young man, the same end of the world fallen people, you can stay at ease, if there is anything, just call me, well you rest."

The middle-aged man stretched out his slender hand and gently patted the back of An Yi's hand, stood up and turned to leave, Dongzi hurriedly stood up and sent him out the door. An Yi closed his eyes painfully, his mind repeatedly pondered several words: merchant army, Cantonese army, Huangpu student army ......

At this time, the conversation outside the door came faintly: "Dongzi, tomorrow you go to the yard sale stall to help the boy surnamed An buy a suit, here, this is a big ocean."

"No, no! Mr. these days for my brother broke a lot of money, and can not out of the stall without income, I can not take this money! Besides, I've got two sets of decent clothes, one long shirt and one short suit, and I've washed them and sent them to Aunt Si's store down the street and asked her to mend them."

"You are quite careful, haha! The two sets of clothes you mentioned are not stripped from the dead, right?"

"Sir, you're great, you hit the nail on the head, hehehe! It's from the dead