In early winter, Shangrao Ancient City.

It was bright, and the orange sun rose slowly from the distant mountain tops to the east, and the colorful light shone through the dispersed mist.

The warm sunlight penetrated through the narrow ventilation ports on the high side of the prison stone wall and sprinkled into the dark and humid official cell. The prisoners who had been silent for a night gradually woke up. Several dirty and lice-free men subconsciously raised their heads, half open their turbid eyes, staring blankly at the dazzling light columns shot into the vent.

The iron door at the entrance of the corridor outside the cell opened with the harsh metal friction sound, and all the noise stopped abruptly, and the entire space filled with mold and foul smell suddenly became silent.

The footsteps of the two young jailers approached from a distance. The middle-aged jailers behind him slowly carried two swaying wooden barrels. The dirty wooden barrels containing porridge were rudely placed in front of the iron fences of the two cells. The prisoners in the cell who looked like hungry ghosts began to get restless. The pair of eyes with different expressions instantly emitted green light. The focus point was without exception. The wooden barrels that were still radiating heat outside the iron fence, but no one dared to act rashly in the eyes of the two young jailers.

After finally waiting for the two young prisoners who were cursing to leave, nearly a hundred prisoners in the two cells could not wait to pounce forward, and their dirt-filled arms squeezed through the shiny iron grate, rushing to stretch out the broken bowl.

"Get away!"

"Ao...ah..."

"Well, I'll kill you..."

The sound of striking, painful cry, and pleading sounds from time to time. The middle-aged jailer who delivered the meal turned a deaf ear and the frequent collision of wooden scoops and wooden barrels in his hands made a thud, and the porridge full of rotten vegetable leaves and rice bran was divided into each bowl.

The prisoners who were assigned rice bran and vegetable leaf porridge quickly retreated without caring about the dangers of fighting for the crowd. The prisoners who were not assigned to the porridge could only look pitifully at the prison cell where the food was allocated.

Half an hour passed, and the prisoners were making trouble and lying down. After drinking porridge, several tough prisoners were satisfied and dragging long chains around, coughing and spitting around. The new day in the cell began as usual.

Under the stone wall on the right side of the second cell, the young man lying on the dirty straw finally woke up slowly. His swollen eyes were like a thick iron curtain and it was difficult to open. The scabbed blood stains tightly stuck his eyelashes, and pieces of lice kept wriggling on his collar.

"Are you not dead?"

"I'm still alive, I'm so lucky..."

The man wearing glasses held a cloth towel and carefully wiped the blood scabs and wounds on the face of the young man, and sighed pity from time to time. Another strong young man picked up half a bowl of porridge hidden in the straw pile and poured it into the mouth of the half-dead young man.

The cell in early winter was damp, dark and stinky. The ragged prisoners were shaking everywhere, shaking on the straw that emitted a pungent smell of mold. Several people leaned against the corner of the wall lowered their heads. While talking none, they also trembled and trembled their pants to catch lice. Whenever they caught one, they would put them into their mouths, and used their teeth to crackle the small lice, and their expressions were as comfortable as chewing fennel beans.

The sunlight that penetrated into the cell from the high vents gradually left, and the dark and unlucky cell could be clearly identified.

The middle-aged man wearing a pair of round black-framed glasses bent down and carefully checked the strips wrapped on the young man's broken arm. He clapped his hands to tidy up his long gown, leaned against the wall behind him with a long breath, looked at the old wooden barrels that were sloping to the ground and the messy ground.

On the other side of the young man's crime, the man with a beard and thick skeleton grabbed a handful of straw, carefully placed it under the head of the confused young man's crime, then straightened his two curled long legs, looked around and raised his legs and stepped over the young man's crime, and sat down next to the literati:

"This young man is very life-threatening. When he was thrown back by the jailer last night, his left arm was broken. Four holes were opened on his head. There were more air coming out and less air coming in. He could hardly feel the pulse. I thought he could not survive all night, but he didn't expect that he could survive today. Not only did his pulse become much stronger, but his breathing gradually became even. It's really strange! Such hard bones are rare, don't be..."

The middle-aged literati waved his hand and looked at the young man whose chest was evenly undulating, whispered: "Qingsong, Uncle Chen comes in to clean up later. Please ask him to find out the identity of this young man. What crime was he who was imprisoned? In short, the more detailed the better."

"OK."

Qingsong's voice was very low: "By the way, Mr. Zhang, Uncle Chen said that Yiyang was already under the control of our team. I don't know when it would hit us?"

Mr. Zhang glanced around and leaned close to Qingsong and whispered his judgment: "The various workers and peasants armed forces in northeastern Jiangxi led by Secretary Fang have grown rapidly. It will be a matter of time before we attack Shangrao and even occupy the entire Zhejiang-Jiangxi border area. The next step will be to be connected with the main forces of Jiangxi, Guangdong and Fujian. Alas! If we were not arrested by accident, we might have returned to Yiyang and led the team to attack the city and seize the village with Secretary Fang and others."

Qingsong rubbed his big hands excitedly, and after a while he comforted Mr. Zhang: "Sir, don't be anxious! In my opinion, the comrades from the Zhejiang-Jiangxi Special Committee and the Yiyang County Committee must have received the news that we were arrested and will definitely find ways to rescue us."

Mr. Zhang helped to hold his glasses: "It's all because I'm not vigilant enough. The contact station was destroyed and did not find any abnormalities in time, which made you and I squat in the cell."

"No, no! My biggest mistake is that I am too careless, and Xiao Ma dies wrongly!" Qingsong's eyes turned red.

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Mr. Zhang looked around the prisoners, held his glasses and slowly leaned against the mottled stone wall behind him, closed his eyes and opened his eyes again: "Fortunately, our identity has not been revealed. If the news from Uncle Chen is good, Secretary Fang's team will definitely come here in the past two days. The most urgent task at the moment is to contact Secretary Fang as soon as possible to get the exact time for them to attack Shangrao. At the same time, we must also be prepared to step up and contact and agitate the reliable class brothers in the prison, and tell everyone that instead of lingering and waiting for death, it is better to unite and let go. As long as you get out of the cage, you can divide the fields and carry out the revolution in a vigorous manner."

"Understood."

After saying that, Qingsong turned around, moved quietly to the edge of the iron bar, and silently looked at the middle-aged jailer who was packing up the empty wooden barrels outside the iron bar.

The middle-aged jailer seemed to be unaware, picked up the wooden barrel outside the next cell and hung it on the shoulder pole. Then he turned slowly. Taking advantage of the opportunity to squat down to clean up the wooden barrel, he whispered with Qingsong through the iron bar. After the middle-aged jailer left, Qingsong returned to Mr. Zhang and reported in a low voice.

At dusk, the light in the cell gradually became darker, the iron door outside the cell opened again, and the middle-aged jailer carrying two buckets of rice bran and vegetable porridge came in slowly, and the scene of the prisoners in the cell wailing, cursing and fighting for food again recurred.

After the noise, the cell slowly calmed down after the noise as in the morning. Under Mr. Zhang's careful care, the young man drank a bowl of steaming porridge with difficulty. Finally, he opened his swollen eyelids and made a hoarse voice: "Thank you..."

Mr. Zhang was stunned and then helped the young man who was about to support himself: "No need to thank you, you are both people who have fallen into the world, haha! It's good to wake up, it's good to wake up!"

Qingsong on the other side picked up a bowl of turbid soup on the side and enthusiastically handed it to the young man's mouth: "Drink, little brother, this is specially left for you. You are weak, and you have a good rest after drinking it. I guess you will feel better tomorrow."

After drinking most of the bowl of still warm rice soup in vegetable leaves, Mr. Zhang pressed it to the straw and lay down: "Little brother, your surname is Wu, and you live in Wujia Village, Beihuanggu Town, right?"

The young man looked at the gentle Mr. Zhang blankly and couldn't answer a word.

Seeing this, Mr. Zhang smiled kindly and said, "Don't panic, I just heard about you. I know that you are an oppressed poor brother. He was framed and imprisoned because he offended the local tyrants and evil gentry in Huanggu Town. But I don't know what Brother Wu's name is?"

"My name is Wu Ming."

The young criminals answered almost subconsciously.

Mr. Zhang was stunned for a moment: "Wu Ming? Oh, your surname is Wu. This name is interesting. It is the 'Ming' of Guang, right?"

"The 'in mind' that I remember."

After Wu Ming finished speaking, he immediately realized that something seemed wrong. He wanted to sit up in panic, but his slight movement would cause pain all over his body, and his scarred body couldn't help but tremble.

Mr. Zhang hurriedly leaned over and helped Wu Ming sit against the wall, and put the small bundle of straw beside him on his waist. "Little brother, I have never heard of a magistrate in Huanggu Town, and even the entire Shangrao area, I have never heard of a revolution. You are imprisoned for communist crimes. It shouldn't be. Can you tell me what's going on?"

Wu Ming tried hard to sort out the chaotic memories that kept popping up in his mind since he woke up. It was really hard to believe the incredible scene in front of him. This was completely different from the prison he was imprisoned before, but he didn't know how to explain everything in front of him.

He was framed and imprisoned because he was too rigid or cautious, and refused to sign the supervision report of the project, which angered the powerful corrupt gang and was framed and imprisoned. However, he was stuffed into a police car and escorted to the detention area. It was called Panyang Detention Center, which was definitely not the dirty cell in front of him!

In his memory, although the facilities in Panyang Detention Center are simple, the walls of the concrete silhouettes are inlaid with ceramic tiles, the cold iron fence is of good quality, the walls are equipped with surveillance cameras, the ceiling is an explosion-proof light, and the corners of the wall are rough toilets and faucets... By the way! There are also the prison bullies who beat them every day, and the scum of the police who appear outside the iron windows from time to time, but they are definitely not the dirty cell in front of them, like a pigpen, and there are not this large group of ragged prisoners.

Everything in front of him shocked Wu Ming, who was awake, was inexplicably shocked. He didn't know how to deal with it if he wanted to break his head. In the end, he could only close his eyes in pain and lay on the straw and moan helplessly.

"Oh! I'm very hurt."

Mr. Zhang sighed and could only give up. He used a rag with Qingsong to carefully wipe the wound that was overflowing with bloody water for Wu Ming, who was "disgusted".

......

The next morning, the prisoner in the cell was still sleeping. Wu Ming, who had already woken up, looked at his dark head and thought in pain. He did not notice that Mr. Zhang and Qingsong who were lying beside him had not slept all night, and were waiting for the drastic change with anxiety.

As soon as the first rooster crowed, there was a large number of gunfire sounds from afar. In just half a bowl of tea, the gunfire sounds like fried beans suddenly rang outside the cell. Five terrified jailers hurriedly retreated with horse lanterns, pulling the bolts amid the terrifying shouts of the prisoners, which scared the prisoners in the prison to scream in a mess.

"boom--"

The grenade exploded, and the smoke of gunpowder rose after the violent flash. Nearly half of the prisoners fell to the ground and shouted miserably by the deafening explosion. A few torches flew out from the "crackling" gunfire. In a blink of an eye, most of the jailers who were fighting stubbornly in the aisle were knocked down, but the two attacking men rushed in were also knocked down by the jailers' guns. The missing bullets crackled on the stone wall of the cell, causing a series of Mars.

In the chaos, the straw in the first cell was lit, and the entire space was illuminated. A remaining prisoner suddenly retreated to the iron fence of the second cell, pulled the bolt in panic and quickly loaded the bullets.

Qingsong, who had been squatting beside Wu Ming, suddenly rose up and rushed to the prison guard who was about to fire the gun outside the iron railing of the cell. Two black hands passed through the gap in the iron railing and locked the stubborn prison guard's neck. With a roar, he exerted force suddenly, and tore off the jail guard's head.
Chapter completed!