At two o'clock in the afternoon on October 10, 1924, thousands of people holding slogans and shouting slogans poured from the First Park Assembly Hall to Jixiang Road where shops were gathered, and poured into the bustling Huizhou Road.
Fudong Road. One after another, loud slogans resounded in the sky above Guangzhou City. More and more citizens joined the surging march. Thousands of people who had been oppressed for a long time finally put aside all worries and gains and losses, and bravely
People gathered together to vent their long-suppressed anger.
As the procession passed through the middle of the street and entered the Taiping intersection, thousands of merchant troops armed with live ammunition and cluttered uniforms came towards them with murderous intent. Hundreds of black guns were pointed at the procession that had no time to react and opened fire. A deafening sound of gunfire covered up the noise.
The sky was full of slogans, and a cloud of gunpowder smoke suddenly rose up and rolled in the wind on the narrow streets. The parade team finally fled in fear, and the wailing triggered even more bloody killings and shootings by the merchant army. Those who were shot
The still struggling body became the best target for massacre. The young men in the procession who had no time to escape were killed one after another under the heavy blows of the sword butts. The red-eyed merchant army chased in groups, and the executioners who followed were in a
A gun was easily applied to the head of a futile struggle. A peasant self-defense leader was shot four times and still struggled desperately. In exchange for a torrential rain of punches and kicks from the merchant group, just as he tenaciously got up, a sharp knife
It whizzed down and cut the Self-Defense Force leader's neck almost into two pieces.
Another leading trade union representative in Guangzhou who was overtaken by the merchant army was even more miserable. After being shot and falling to the ground, he was immediately dragged to the middle of the street by four men in black and had his intestines cut off. This inhumane killing actually attracted hundreds of people to watch.
, many dehumanized perpetrators gathered around the still twitching corpse and laughed wildly. Someone brought a tin bucket of kerosene and poured it over the head of the still-dead body. With a "hoo", a fire rose into the sky, and instantly
In the room, thick smoke and a burnt smell wafted everywhere. The body in the fire convulsed, shrank and twisted in disorder in the high temperature. Finally, it turned over half a circle and slowly stood up in a sitting position, triggering bursts of cheers and surprised expressions from the killers.
Call……
At one o'clock in the morning on October 15th, the Victims' Alliance, which had been suppressed for several days, sounded the clarion call for counterattack. Thousands of teachers and students of Huangpu Military Academy finally rushed to Guangzhou City amidst Mr. Sun Yat-sen's angry roar.
With the support, together with the peasant self-defense forces and the industrial corps armed forces who suffered heavy casualties, they launched a fierce attack on the brutal merchant army.
Xiguan is a commercial and prosperous area with a long history in Guangzhou. For hundreds of years, local residents have set up iron fences and sturdy wooden gates at every intersection along the street to prevent bandits from attacking.
Closed, forming a fortress-like barrier. Now, thousands of defeated merchant armies poured into this area from all directions, relying on solid obstacles to resist. The merchant armies used strong fences and familiar terrain to cleverly deploy firepower, starting from
Rows of building windows, balconies, archway stone pillars and other high and low firepower deployment points caused great damage to the attackers, and the battle has now entered a fever pitch.
Faced with such a fierce blockade by the merchant army, the Huangpu student army with backward weapons was helpless. Seeing the Huangpu students falling to the ground one after another, Chiang Kai-shek, who was on the battlefield in person, was furious. He said in a series of "very likely to encounter interference and interference from the neighboring Britain and France".
"Sanctions", "It's hard to explain to the world that it's hard to explain to the world by burning down people's houses" and other advices that contradicted all opinions. "I can't just watch my students die" and then gave a decisive order after roaring: "Burn!"
Barrels of kerosene were sprinkled on the fences and wooden houses. After a loud noise, the entire Xiguan turned into a sea of fire. The raging fire rolled up thick smoke and instantly flooded the merchant army positions. Huge tongues of flames swept away the merchants who were stubbornly resisting.
The regiment troops were burned to death, jumping out of their bunkers and crashing into houses like rats on fire. Upon seeing this, the student army rose up in pursuit and captured Xiguan in one fell swoop. The merchant regiment army, which had existed for many years and was backed by British imperialism, was wiped out...
At Tianzi Wharf in Guangzhou, dozens of defeated merchant groups fled here but could not escape the pursuit of the barefoot peasant army. Most of them were wiped out on the wharf by machetes and spears, and the remaining few had long been killed.
Unable to resist, the defeated soldiers knelt on the hard ground and kowtowed to beg for mercy. The few defeated soldiers who managed to seize the boats were also buried under the water at the gunpoint of the police. Only one boat was still swaying and trying to leave the dock and slide towards the center of the river.
"Throw the rope to hold him..."
"call--"
The cable was drawn more than four meters away and was accurately tied to the tethering stakes on the bow of the escape ship. The two strong peasant soldiers cheered and threw down the spears and hoes in their hands, and worked together with the middle-aged fishermen, and they were done in twos and twos.
Pull the fishing boat that escaped from the dock back to the shore. The leader of the defeated soldiers on the fishing boat was so disheartened that he gritted his teeth and pulled out the shell gun from his waist. Before he could shoot, a sharp-eyed policeman on the shore shot him in the head with a "dong" sound.
It fell into the water and sank straight to the bottom of the river.
"Captain Li is a good marksman..." The middle-aged fisherman picked up a bamboo pennant on the ground and hooked it to the fishing boat docked. He ordered his three companions to drag the collapsed soldier on the boat to the pier. Suddenly he saw something floating on the port side of the shaking fishing boat.
He hit his head hard with a bamboo pen and cursed angrily: "I'll hang your mother, I'll take care of the family property and you'll run to the side! You're so young and you're so human..."
After two pennies went down, seeing the long-haired head that had been hit hard slowly sinking into the river, the middle-aged fisherman thought for a moment, took two steps forward, and suddenly bent down. He grabbed the long hair of the head that was about to sink and roared, "Wow!"
" He grabbed him out of the water and threw the naked "broken soldier" who was wearing only a pair of tattered knee-length trousers to the ground: "Xiliu, there is someone here, drag him over and sacrifice with the others.
knife!"
"Good thing!"
The young farmer stepped forward and grabbed the unconscious long-haired young man's right ankle. He dragged the long-haired young man to the side of the kneeling soldiers several times with a "rope", not caring that the sharp and hard gravel on the ground scratched the long-haired young man.
With his naked body and pale cheeks, he let go of his hand and stepped hard on the long-haired young man's abdomen. The long-haired young man received this heavy blow and suddenly spat out a belly of water. He curled up in pain and seemed to want to shout loudly, but then
His violent coughing made all his efforts go to waste. Unable to understand his hatred, the young farmer kicked him out and threw the long-haired young man two meters horizontally and lost his breath again.
"Hi-thump-thump-"
A head flew far away after being swung by a sharp guillotine. It rolled into a shallow pool in the recess. Several blood arrows "swish" appeared from the neck cavity of the headless neck and shot out several meters. The twitching body was in the air.
After shaking violently for a few times, he fell sideways. More than a dozen peasant soldiers and three policemen who were watching shouted loudly. The second, third, fourth... heads were chopped off one after another, and the air was filled with
Despite the strong stench of blood and incontinence, the people watching were still talking and laughing with interest.
After the eighth head was chopped off, all eyes turned to the long-haired young man at the end. His face and neck were splattered with blood, and his long hair was tightly grasped by the young man named Xiliu to prevent him from being killed.
In panic, he collapsed on the ground, which affected the effect of the knife.
The captain of the Peasant Self-Defense Force who was executing the execution saw this long-haired young man with scratches and dust on his face. He had straight features and a straight nose. He could be considered a handsome young man. Although his pale lips could not help but tremble under fear, his eyes showed
The strong desire to survive and the alternating expressions of despair and misery still made the self-defense captain who cut off eight heads in a row feel a trace of intolerance.
The self-defense captain sighed slightly, walked with firm steps to the side of the kneeling long-haired young man, and slowly raised a sharp guillotine more than one meter long on his side.
"Why, what happened? Oh my God..." The long-haired young man who had been struggling to speak but could not finally let out his first soul-stirring cry, then fell to the ground and vomited violently.
stand up.
"Save someone under the knife! This person has a Sichuan accent and is not a businessman. Let him go." The Sichuan police team leader couldn't bear it and drank to stop the self-defense team leader who was executing the execution. Everyone hesitated and left quickly, letting him go.
The long-haired young man left to fend for himself. The corpse collection team arrived quickly and loaded each corpse onto a wooden cart and pulled it out of the east of the city...
Renji Road in Guangzhou City is an ancient street, with almost all two-story Lingnan-style houses on both sides. There are rows of blue bricks and gray tiles. The seemingly uneven stretches of houses have a quiet and elegant charm.
The west wing of the Qin Family Courtyard on Chaoxing Street on Renji Road is filled with the strong smell of herbal medicine. A middle-aged man with a five-inch long three-strand beard is sitting in front of the bed giving medicine to a confused young patient with long hair.
The young man was wearing a whitish blue gown, with a thin and pale face, slender eyebrows that were neither thick nor light, and a pair of eyes that were as smooth as ancient wells. At this time, there was a bit of compassion, and his whole body naturally showed an air of pedantry from a private school.
the taste of.
"Sir, has my brother woke up?" A young man of medium height and honest appearance quietly walked up to the middle-aged man and looked at the man on the bed with concern.
The middle-aged man finished feeding the last two spoonfuls of soup and put the bowl on the small black table aside: "I guess he won't die...Dongzi, go to the Liangji Porridge shop at the corner of the street and buy a bowl of meat porridge. Remember, don't put it away."
Ginger, green onion and pepper noodles.”
"Remember!" Dongzi responded cheerfully and strode away.
"Wait!" The middle-aged man took out two silver coins from his gown and handed them over: "Take it, your salary was not high when you first joined the Civil Affairs Bureau, and you have spent a lot of money to save this guy these days."
Dongzi cracked her thick lips and said with a smile: "It's okay, sir, I still have money. Besides, one penny can buy two bowls of meat porridge, which is not expensive. Go ahead and be back soon."
The middle-aged man looked at the back of the simple Dongzi walking towards the courtyard gate and sighed slightly. He had a deep affection for this young man from Jiangxi who had no father or mother. In the evening three days ago, the middle-aged man was shocked when he came back from the stall and entered the courtyard.
, Dongzi, who lived next door to him, was sweating profusely and begged him to see a doctor for the young man he had brought back on a trolley. The middle-aged man who didn't want to meddle reluctantly walked into this small room and lay on the bed with a high fever.
The long-haired young man felt his pulse, and then wrote a prescription for Dongzi to pick up the medicine himself. He casually asked who the person lying down was and where he came from.
Unexpectedly, the honest and honest Dongzi actually said that he did not know him, saying that when he and his colleagues pulled this guy out of the east gate field to bury him, this guy who seemed to have been dead for a long time actually came back to life, and his colleagues who were not surprised by this were all surprised.
It was said that he had a flashback and persuaded Dongzi to bury him, but the kind-hearted Dongzi insisted that the person should not be buried until he was dead, otherwise he would suffer retribution. Everyone looked at the joke and left the work, leaving Dongzi alone to pull the cart and was about to die.
The living person was brought back to the city. After returning to the city, Dongzi thought about it for a while but didn't know where to put the person. After a moment of ideological struggle, he finally brought the person back to his rented house, and that's what happened next.
The middle-aged man once again turned his attention to the patient on the bed. He carefully observed his facial features, body shape and bones, and was quite satisfied. Deep in his heart, he seemed to have an indescribable sense of intimacy. He wondered if this person had a delicate face and strange bones.
, I would not spend so much effort for him.
Dongzi walked to the table with a rough big bowl and put it down carefully: "Lao Liang of the porridge shop is a nice person. He knew that the patient only charged me a penny and put three bowls of fragrant chicken porridge, all in this big bowl.
I'll feed him when it stops burning."
The middle-aged man nodded and asked harmoniously: "Dongzi, how many people did your corpse collection team bury today?"
"Twenty-seven, four of them were shot to death by the Generalissimo's guards. I heard that those four people actually touched the wall of the Generalissimo's Mansion and were covered with grenades. Fortunately, they were discovered by the Generalissimo's guards in time.
Those four people were beaten into a honeycomb as soon as they took out their guns." Dongzi said excitedly.
The middle-aged man stroked his long beard and nodded slightly: "It seems that there are still some people in the Merchant Corps who are not determined to give up... Dongzi, you should be more careful when going out in the future, and don't let those crazy people become a target."
"Understood, we are quite safe. There are always police or Huangpu military police taking care of us when we collect the bodies. It's okay... Huh? Sir, look, he's awake!" Dongzi put away the towel and squatted down at the head of the bed excitedly, her eyes exposed.
The scorching light seemed to be looking at his own brother.
An Yi tried hard to open his eyes, but everything in front of him was hazy and hazy. His mind was sometimes clear and sometimes confused, as if he had had a long dream, dreaming that he had escaped from Jiuyan in the bustling city of Chengdu under the coercion of local gangsters.
Jumping off the bridge into the swollen Funan River, the crowds coming and going stayed away and pretended not to see... I dreamed that my lover Chu'er resolutely jumped into the cold water amidst the hideous laughter of those local ruffians, and my ears
It seemed to still echo the exclamations of the crowd on the shore and the harsh siren of the 110 police car... He also dreamed that his father who died not long ago actually said that he picked him up at the door of the hospital... He dreamed that he was studying at a vocational and technical college.
His head teacher at that time and Uncle Li, the unsmiling and caring workshop director in the factory, also dreamed of the dazzling lights of the disco bar and the seductive kisses of his girlfriend... The last dream was of the headless corpses at the riverside pier.
The shooting blood arrows and the gleaming sword alternated with many unfamiliar faces...
"Thank God! You finally woke up. You were unconscious for three days and three nights, talking nonsense that we couldn't hear clearly. Sir, he said that as long as you wake up in these two days, you won't die... Sir, look, he opened his eyes.
It’s done.” Dongzi said excitedly.
An Yi closed his eyes slightly and opened them again. He endured the pain all over his body and looked at the strange middle-aged and young people in front of him one by one: "Where am I..."
"In my room... uh... this is the Qin family compound on Chaoxing Street, Renji Road. You were very scary when I met you that day. You huddled up and lost your breath. I thought you were dead." Dongzi explained quickly.
The middle-aged man asked gently: "Young man, you have good health. It takes only three days of decoction to recover from such a serious illness. It's very rare. By the way, when you talk in your sleep, sometimes in Sichuan accent and sometimes in Mandarin, I can
Tell me who you are? How did you end up living in Lingnan?"
An Yi shook his head: "I don't know how I got here... I only know that I am from Sichuan, but I don't know where exactly, because... because my dad told me before he died some time ago that he got the garbage from the door of a hospital.
He picked me up next to the bucket and raised me..."
Seeing big tears pouring out of An Yi's eyes, Dongzi quickly wiped him with a towel. The middle-aged man sighed and comforted him in a low voice: "Don't be sad. You just woke up and are weak. Take a few days to rest and then talk again."
Well. This young man’s surname is Luo, and his name is Dongzi. He used a cart to pull you back from the pile of dead people. My surname is Lao. Like Dongzi, I am from Jiangxi. I have no skills. I make a living by setting up a stall and telling fortunes. I live here.
Next door, it’s not peaceful these days. I can’t even set up my stall and have time to serve you, haha! Young man, we are both from the end of the world, so you can stay here in peace. If you need anything, just call me. Okay.
Take a rest."
The middle-aged man stretched out his slender hand and patted the back of An Yi's hand gently, stood up and turned around to leave. Dongzi quickly stood up and walked out of the door. An Yi closed his eyes in pain, thinking over and over in his mind a few words: Shang Tuanjun
, Guangdong Army, Huangpu Student Army...
At this time, the conversation outside the door was faintly heard: "Dongzi, tomorrow you go to the secondhand stall to buy a suit of clothes for the boy named An. Here, this is a big ocean."
"No, no! Sir, I've spent a lot of money on my brother these days, and I can't work as a stall and have no income. I can't take this money! Besides, I've already got two sets of decent clothes, a long shirt and a short suit. I
I have already cleaned it and sent it to my fourth aunt's shop at the street corner to ask her to patch it up."
"You are quite attentive, haha! The two sets of clothes you mentioned were not torn from dead people, were they?"
"Sir, you are so awesome. You hit the target when you say it. Hehe! It was peeled off from a dead person. It is of good quality and a large size. My brother is half a head taller than me. It must be suitable. If there weren't a few bullet holes in those two sets of clothes.
, I don’t have to bother my fourth aunt to replenish it..."