The gunshots stopped, panic shouts in the cell turned into pieces, the smoke rolled and could not dissipate, the pungent smoke mixed with heavy blood was suffocating. The handcuffs and shackles of the locked prisoners were opened in a hurry, and nearly a hundred prisoners who survived were surviving hurriedly escaped under the command of Mr. Zhang and the Red Guards.

Wu Ming finally left with the help of two prisoners, stepped on the beach and walked out of the hell-like cell with blood. The dazzling sunlight made people unable to open their eyes.

The red soil of the yard was spread with strange dead bodies, some of which were blown up by guns, some of which were stabbed through the chest and abdomen and flowed through the internal organs, and some of which were cut off by the sword. Wu Ming, who was still in shock, could not breathe a few more breaths, and cries and rolling smoke came from the city.

With the rapid arrival of several knife-holding men, the courtyard was immediately in chaos. Amid the shouts, Wu Ming was surrounded by crowds and ran westwards. After escaping from the west gate, he continued to run along the pond, rushed to the front of the ancestral hall at the foot of Wangjia Mountain before stopping to breathe.

Wu Ming gasped for a while and stood up from the messy crowd who had collapsed to the ground with difficulty. Then he found that the cloth towel that fixed the broken arm was pulled off at some point. The wound on his head had already cracked. The pain made him grin and almost overheat his back. He couldn't even scream.

The gunshots in the city rang out in a dense manner, and the people lying on the ground panting and gasping, they got up in a panic and looked at each other in a panic. They saw a young man carrying an old rifle rushing from outside the west gate and running to the anxious Mr. Zhang and another middle-aged man to report it in a hurry.

Wu Ming, who was next to him, heard for a long time, realized that the Yiyang County Chigu Brigade led by Fang Zhimin had attacked the enemy in Shangrao. The Shangrao County Magistrate Wang Donghan and the garrison commander Yang Zhisheng led the remnants to escape from the east of the city. Shortly after, they joined the Lingxi Town militia who came to reinforce the east. The two sides immediately gathered their troops and merged into one place, gathered more than 200 people and guns to give a reward, and now they have turned around and fought back to the county town and attacked the east gate.

Mr. Zhang discussed with the contact person of the Red Guards beside him and immediately ordered the wounded to prepare for retreat. Wu Ming quickly added a broken long gown. With the help of a man in the same prison, he hurriedly rebanded his broken arm with a cloth strip and hung it on his chest.

Wu Ming slowly stood up with pain in his hunched body, looking at the county town that had already ignited a fire. The people watching the side started to discuss happily, some said that the county government was burning, some said that the fire was like the county magistrate Wang Donghan and several wealthy gentry's mansions. As for whether the fire would affect the surrounding residential buildings, no one cared about it, and Wu Ming, who was too busy to take care of himself, didn't have the energy to think too much. It was probably Mr. Zhang, who ran around after leaving the cell, could not take care of it.

Suddenly, nearly a hundred prisoners who had escaped from the cage escaped with a burst of screams. The two of the two refugees who had just fled Wu Ming all the way were gone. The only refugee around him secretly told Wu Ming: "Everyone ran away, they all ran away! I recognized that the bearded man who led the run was the mountain king, nicknamed "Ivy".

"Why don't you... run away?" Wu Ming asked with concern.

"I want my family to have no money, and I have no money, and I have a bad life. Where can I run? Let's go with **, at least they have many people, swords and guns. If they have good luck, they may be able to eat a few more meals." After the tired friend said that, he turned around and left when he saw that Wu Ming had nothing to do.

Wu Ming looked at the county town where thick smoke was rolling, and felt that the series of encounters over the past two days seemed like a dream. If it weren't for the swollen head and the broken arms that were connected randomly, he wouldn't believe that he was still alive, and he still lived in this incredible chaotic world.

The gunshots in the distance continued, and the old city with thick smoke in sight was extremely real, as real as the pain that kept coming and hurt him, as his strange pair of calloused hands and cracked barefoots.

In a trance, Wu Ming subconsciously rubbed his swollen eyes, blinked and looked around blankly, and could vaguely see the decayed remains of the old city wall ahead, the messy low tiled houses around, the uneven and winding narrow roads, and the endless mountains in the distance.

Thick smoke rolled over Shangrao County, ashes were flying, and frightened wild birds flew to the north. It was rare to see the dirty intersection and the ruins of the walls. Only a few local dogs were wailing with their tails.

The gunshots were getting closer and closer. More than 30 men holding spears or holding big swords rushed over at the distant intersection. They walked around the pond ahead and quickly arrived at the front yard where Wu Ming was standing. Everyone's face was stained with smoke, panting and sweating. Several of them put down the bloody wounded on their backs and sat on the ground and panting quickly. Others quickly surrounded the wounded and shouted.

The messy footsteps in the ancestral hall came, and the complicated Red Guards quickly surrounded him. The only middle-aged man in a gray patched military uniform walked in front and jumped onto the stone table in a few steps and informed everyone: "Comrades, the enemy has received reinforcements from the Lingxi militia in the east. Now the enemy is numerous and we are few. In order to preserve our strength, the Party Committee’s emergency meeting decided: temporarily give up the occupation of Shangrao City and withdraw to the Yiyang base to continue the revolution. Comrades are ready to retreat immediately!"

The middle-aged man jumped off the stone table, and the inside and outside the ancestral hall suddenly became busy.

Mr. Zhang discussed with the middle-aged man who issued the order and hurried to Wu Ming. After checking the newly wrapped cloth strips on Wu Ming's arms and head, he straightened his waist and held his glasses: "Brother Wu, I wanted to take you with me, but the enemy came too fast and too much, so we might have to fight on the way to retreat, so we can only keep you."

Seeing Wu Ming's face swollen and unresponsive, Mr. Zhang shook his head and said worriedly: "The bullies and evil gentry in Huanggu Town framed you for an affair. In addition, our team attacked the city and robbed the prison, killed many enemy officers and soldiers and evil gentry, and confiscated the property of the Kuomintang county magistrate and several bullies and evil gentry. They would definitely take revenge when they were angry. Therefore, you must not go home in the near future. Follow the comrades and wounded people who left us into the mountains for a while. As for what to do in the future, we will talk about it when your injury is healed. Our team is a team of the hard-working people in the world. After you recover, you are welcome to join us."

Wu Ming was in a particularly complicated mood, and his mouth moved but he couldn't make a sound.

Mr. Zhang laughed: "Don't worry, just get through this level. I believe we will meet again. There are not many young people as strong as you, haha! By the way, are you literate?"

Wu Ming's mind was extremely confused and didn't know how to answer.

Seeing this, Mr. Zhang laughed in a low voice: "It doesn't matter. Many comrades in our team are not literate, but it doesn't prevent us from making a revolution and seeking a comeback. However, you are still young. If you have the opportunity, you might as well learn culture, which will be beneficial to your future life."

Wu Ming nodded confusedly, and Mr. Zhang helped him to a row of stretchers and ordered the short and strong middle-aged man who ran over: "Old Song, this brother Wu is a local. He was framed by the evil gentry in Huanggu Town for communism. He suffered all the torture in prison and did not fall down. He is a man. Today I will entrust him to your comrades in Shangrao and let him move into the mountains with the wounded. Time is urgent. Let's talk about anything else in the future. Hurry up and leave quickly!"

"Don't worry, special commissioner, we will take good care of him." Lao Song replied loudly, calling his subordinates to lift the wounded and set off immediately, and finally helped Wu Ming to leave in person.

After following the stretcher and walking north for more than ten steps, Wu Ming, who was in a daze, suddenly turned around and gently pushed Lao Song away, turned around and stared at Mr. Zhang who was watching him, gritted his teeth and bent down deeply, bowing to Mr. Zhang to thank him.

Mr. Zhang smiled and waved goodbye: "Let's go quickly, the day is long, take care of yourself!"

Qingfeng, not far away, saw this scene and ordered his friend to come to Mr. Zhang quickly to stand still. Looking at Old Song supporting Wu Ming, who was walking away, he sighed: "This kid is quite polite. He seems to be a person with a temperament. It's worth saving him."

"Yes! I didn't forget the etiquette even though I was so injured. I think he is a good seedling and has a future for cultivation. If he hadn't been injured too much, I would have wanted to take him away." Mr. Zhang sighed quite.

Qingfeng wiped the sweat off his face and looked at Mr. Zhang in confusion: "No way? Until now, I haven't heard more than three words of this kid. I'm stupid enough to deserve your attention?"

"He is not stupid. He probably was too seriously injured and didn't recover. Let's go."

Mr. Zhang turned around and walked towards the Red Guards who were constantly retreating with Qingfeng. He quickly mixed in with more than a hundred Red Guards holding rifles, bird guns and spears and swords, and ran west like the wind.

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Sixteen kilometers north of the city, Taipingling.

As night falls, the fires and thick smoke in the county town south are no longer visible. Under the night sky, the mountains are as dark as the wind passes through the bamboo forest and the rustling sound of the mountains.

The fleeing people had already turned three river bends, climbed five small hills, and finally climbed the valley of Taipingling. The panting old Song helped Wu Ming to rest under the big tree beside the road, turned around and ran down the valley, helping the exhausted guy behind to carry the stretcher.

Wu Ming was soaked all over, confused and breathing rapidly. He held his left arm with broken bones and displaced, causing him to curl under the tree roots and moan.

Old Song came back soon, stretched out his rough big hand and helped Wu Ming's head up, and sent the bamboo tube filled with mountain springs to his mouth: "You have to grit your teeth and hold on, drink water first and take a break, and you have to continue walking after you finish. This place is not stable, and you can take seven miles to the Taijin Mountain to rest. Only when you reach the place, we can settle down."

With the help of Lao Song, Wu Ming drank half of the bamboo tube of water and endured the severe pain and whispered to thank him: "Thank you! I can withstand it."

Old Song grinned, his wrinkles almost twisted together: "Are you from Huanggu Town? Why haven't I seen you before?"

Wu Ming lowered his head and searched for the vague impression in his mind: "I am... in Wujia Village..."

Old Song thought about it and nodded slightly: "Wujia Village? Remember, I walked more than three miles west from the town and climbed Shegong Mountain not far away. Your village is about five miles north of Wujiawu. More than ten years ago, the Wu family moved to the south to build Wujiawu. There were not many families left in your village, right? In the 15th year of the Republic of China, I went to your village to collect tea oil and mountain goods, haha! Okay, bear it and stand up slowly, sit and wait for a while and can't walk. Go to a safe place in the mountains to settle down. Let's talk carefully. Maybe I know your family."

Old Song strode away, walked to the middle of the flat ground in front, and shouted to instruct the guys to light the torches.

Several men quickly got something to attract fire, lit matches and lit the pine branches and torches surrounded by smoke, and the dark valley suddenly became bright.

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The sudden sound of gunfire made the mountains echo and the night birds flew in shock. Old Song, who was standing among the two torches, burst into blood mist on his head, and his body suddenly fell backwards. Before the group of men on the side could react, they fell to the ground one after another in the sound of gunfire, and their screams echoed heart-wrenchingly for a long time.

The pursuers who arrived quietly succeeded in a sneak attack, shouting in unison to rush up the valley, the roars and gunfires getting closer and closer.

Witnessing the tragic situation, Wu Ming, who was extremely frightened, instinctively moved behind the big tree. Unexpectedly, his hands that supported the ground were empty, and his whole body was planted into the stone pit behind the big tree. His head hit the stone wall and suddenly fell into a coma.
Chapter completed!