In October 1920, something that even the Chinese government and their president didn’t know was happening in Akchatu, Russia!
There are more than 2,000 Chinese living in Akchatu. Many of them have immigrated here since their great-grandfather generation.
They worked hard to open up wasteland and sow seeds, and all they wanted was to rely on their own hands to support their family. But even this simple wish was ruthlessly crushed by the Russians.
The Russians continued to exploit them, whether it was the White Guards before or the Red Army later.
Their hope in life and the little dignity they had were also deprived of them. In the eyes of the Russians, they were worse than even the lowest ethnic group!
The White Guards took away their land and food; the Soviet Red Army completely destroyed their estates... Several generations of hard work in Akchatu were completely wiped out in front of the brutal Russians.
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When a dozen Soviet Red Army guerrillas stormed into a small village inhabited by Chinese people with weapons and once again asked them to hand over food; when the villagers really could not meet the Russians' demands, this group of
When the Soviet Red Army guerrillas, wearing a sacred cloak, looted, burned and killed, the anger that had been in their hearts for too long finally broke out!
The whole village roared with rage, struggled with the Russians, and then, regardless of the threat of Russian bullets, beat all the Russians to death in front of them.
Seeing more than a dozen bloody corpses on the ground, the furious villagers began to calm down... The Russians would never give up, and this would definitely lead to their craziest revenge...
So, without any previous preparation, they made a decision:
Walk!
Akchatu is not my home, and Russia is not my home. I am in China! My roots are also in China!
Go home, no matter how difficult it is, you must go back to your home!
Once they decide, there is no need to hesitate, not to mention that they have no way out. Once those Russians know that their companions have been killed, the craziest revenge will soon begin...
The news quickly spread in neighboring villages. Surprisingly, almost all the people in the village made the same choice as them:
go home!
Go home, you have to go back to your home thousands of miles away, no matter how difficult it is, you have to go back to your home!
On October 8, a great migration began without any preparation.
Two thousand Chinese people left Akchatu together and embarked on a long and unknown journey...
As they expected, the Russians would not let them go.
Hundreds of Russians were constantly chasing this group of fleeing Chinese, and the only weapons the refugees had to resist the Russians were the guns they seized from the Soviet Red Army soldiers they killed.
Not only that, their enemies also include the harsh weather in Akchatu and the evil wolves that peer at the lone people in the dark...
But no matter how difficult it is, it can't dispel their determination:
go home!
On the 10th, a Russian cavalry unit caught up with them. The Russians waved the shining sabers in their hands, made scary sounds, shouted "Hehe" and rushed forward.
The young men in the escape team showed no fear and fought desperately with crude weapons, a dozen guns and dozens of Russian cavalry...
The Russians were killed and pushed back, but nearly a hundred Chinese refugees fell in a pool of blood...
There were mournful cries among the team. They hastily buried the bodies of their companions, wiped away their tears, and started on their way home again!
As long as hope is still there, the heart will not die!
People kept falling down, people kept dying, and the number of people in the team was decreasing every day. People kept falling behind, and people kept falling on the ground desperately waiting to die because they had lost all their physical strength.
But no matter how difficult it is, it cannot weaken their determination:
go home!
They moved forward step by step with difficulty. Every step was so difficult. But every step forward was also a step closer to home...
They had heard that their country's army was fighting a war in Russia and was about to win. But the elderly people did not believe it at all.
How many years have China and Russia been at war, with nothing but failure? The Qing Dynasty gave so much land to Lao Maozi, how can it be possible to defeat Lao Maozi now?
In the future, it may not be certain that the land will be ceded and compensation will be paid.
"Old Master Sun, what are you going to do if you go back like this?" the young young man Wangzi asked curiously.
Old Master Sun sighed: "We can't fight but we can't fight back. But that's our home after all. Instead of being angry with outsiders outside, we might as well go home and be angry with our own people..."
The young people all fell silent.
Yes, it is better to go home and be angry with your own people than to be angry with others outside.
After all, those are our own people.
"Lao Maozi is catching up, Lao Maozi is catching up!"
A shout from behind interrupted their conversation.
"Shanzi, Big Stone, you guys protect the villagers and go first! Net, nine and a half kilograms, you guys stay with me to block the Russians!" Old Sun Ye greeted loudly.
The refugees stepped up in panic...
Old Sun, who stayed behind to protect the refugees, calmly picked up the shotgun in his hand. In fact, in his opinion, there was no big difference between beating Lao Maozi and those blind bears. When it got closer, "
Just a "boom" sound is enough...
They saw the Russians.
"Hit!" Old Master Sun yelled, and the shotgun in his hand was the first to shout!
Wangzi and his companions fired their guns randomly. The Russians did not expect to encounter an ambush here, and several of them were immediately knocked down.
The enraged Russians screamed "Wow!" and kept shooting at this place.
Bullets were flying in the air. Mr. Sun and the dozens of descendants here gritted their teeth and held on bitterly. As long as they persisted here for one more minute, those refugees would have more hope of escaping...
...
Old Master Sun has so much experience. Although he has never fought in a war, with decades of experience as a hunter, he was able to occupy a favorable position early on and block the Russians, forcing them to be unable to move forward at all.
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The fight lasted for seven or eight minutes. Seeing that it was really difficult to take advantage, the Russians all retreated...
Old Master Sun let out a long breath.
"Nine and a half pounds, nine and a half pounds!" Suddenly the voice of the net came from the side.
Old Master Sun looked over and saw Jiujin lying in a pool of blood, with blood pouring out of his chest.
Old Master Sun went over to check it, and then shook his head sadly.
He is an old hunter, and he can tell at a glance that he is nine and a half kilograms old...
"Nine and a half catties! Nine and a half catties! Old Master Sun, old Master Sun, save him, save Jiujin and a half!" Wang Zi, who had grown up with Jiu Jinban since childhood and was like a brother, begged with a cry.
Old Sun turned his back and wiped his tears. He also wanted to save this young man, but there was really no way to save him...
What a good young man this is!
Jiujin, who was on the verge of death, opened his eyes and whispered intermittently: "Wangzi...Wangzi..."
"Hey, I'm here, I'm here."
"Don't...don't leave me, take me home, take me home..."
"Well, go home, let's go home!" Wangzi cried and nodded vigorously.
Nine and a half kilograms eyes were blurred.
He had no parents since he was a child, and was raised by his uncle and aunt. Later, his uncle also died. He remembered that his uncle held his hand tightly before he died and told himself:
"Nine and a half kilograms, go home. Go home as soon as you get a chance. Don't stay here. This is not our home, not..."
Now that I am back home, I will die like my uncle...
He could no longer see anything clearly, everything in front of him became blurry and white, and there were a few unclear shapes floating there.
Was it his uncle who came to pick him up, or those companions who died on the way to escape? Jiujin didn't know.
He took a long breath, then made a plaintive sound in his throat, and then closed his eyes...
The net howled loudly.
Jiujin is half dead, Jiujin is half dead, my best friend is dead!
They once swore together:
We must look after each other on the road, and no one can give up on anyone! But now Jiuquan died in front of his own eyes!
"Bury it and get on your way!" Mr. Sun patted Wangzi's shoulder.
"No, I want to take nine and a half kilograms with me!" Wangzi cried loudly.
With a "pop" sound, Old Master Sun slapped him in the face.
Wangzi's face was burning, and he covered his face and looked at Old Sun Ye blankly.
"You fucking bastard!" Old Sun Ye roared: "Damn it, Jiujin and a half is dead, dead! No one can save him. If you want to take him with you, you have to
Die, everyone must die together!"
Wangzi and his companions had never seen Mr. Sun lose such a big temper before, and they were all dumbfounded.
Old Master Sun's voice became deeper: "I grew up watching Jiujin and a half, and I am just as sad when he dies. But the living must continue to walk. We still have to deal with the old man behind us, and
There are blind bears who are preparing for the winter and are looking for food everywhere, and...and the Mara Valley...it is full of poisonous snakes, beasts, and swamps. We have to protect those women and children from passing through.
Mara Valley, we have to survive, kid."
Wangzi looked at Old Master Sun and suddenly squatted on the ground and started crying loudly.
His companions picked him up, buried nine and a half kilograms hastily, then looked at the simple grave and reluctantly left here.
Go home, as long as one of them is still alive, you must go back to your home!