In the corridor on the second floor of the Gendarmerie, several young people squatting behind the wall were all listening with their necks stretched out. Each of them heard the shouts of the people around them, and at that moment, a smile finally appeared on their faces.
"Can you not hear it?"
"Hey, do you think our brothers should be like the actors on the stage, now that everyone is paying attention?"
"The crowd can't stop it. Let me tell you this, for the Japanese interrogation of Miki, at least hundreds of thousands of people came to the streets!"
"Boss, tell me why we didn't hook these people out just now. Why are they risking their lives and talking now?"
The leader said casually: "Maybe Miki is dead."
Miki, ever since the Japanese used him as bait, this guy has become a thorn in Harbin's heart. As a result, the Japanese committed dereliction of duty and didn't mention the massacre in Northern Manchuria.
It's past.
What can ordinary people do?
But because of the Japanese guns, who dares to stand up and speak out?
Until this group of desperate young men appeared, they were bombed and killed with guns, which relieved the anger of the old and young men in the Northeast. Especially when the sentence "Miki is dead anyway" was shouted out, the common people felt
As if they had been given a shot in the arm, they all hid in the corners and waved their fists vigorously.
The problem is, they are happy and the people in the gendarmerie can't get out.
Then they saw the Japanese troops marching towards the gendarmerie. Each one of them started to pass messages to the gendarmerie in a hurry.
I'm sending a message, but no one dares to come forward. I guess what I'm thinking about all the time is that you can't find anyone even if I shout...
"At least one must survive."
The leader pointed his finger at everyone around him. He wanted to use his own life to save the people's arrogance.
Everyone around was looking around, and the youngest member of the team asked: "How are you living? Everyone is being killed by snipers outside."
The leader said: "Then don't worry about it for now. First tell me how many children you have at home."
One of them closed his eyes: "My name is Ling Tao, and I am the eldest. I have three sisters and two brothers at home. My parents will take care of me after I die. I won't fight this time. In the next life, you guys will have to pay back this advantage."
Another one said in a deep voice: "My name is Sun Fusheng. I am an orphan. I can't survive, and I have no energy."
"There's only one in my family."
"My family also has one."
When the two only sons appeared, the leader asked again: "How old are you?"
"I just graduated from Huangpu last year and I was 22 years old."
"24, two years since graduation."
He pointed at the 24-year-old: "You die."
Without any reason or anyone resisting, a life was just pushed to the edge of death.
The leader said at this moment: "You brat, listen carefully. My name is Li Xiang. I am 28 years old and I am from Hangzhou. After I die, you will take care of me."
It wasn't until this second that everyone realized that their leader was actually an only child, and he had no intention of competing for a place to survive!
"Get down!"
"Lie down by the window, move quickly, and crawl into a line against the wall."
Several people climbed along the wall to the edge of the window, in order not to give the snipers outside the window a chance to shoot.
After finally crawling over, the leader stood up and said: "I will be the first to rush out in a while. Lao Qiao (the youngest in the Northeast is generally called Lao Qiao) will stay there. Don't rush forward. Sun Fusheng will be the second."
The old man clings to Sun Fusheng's shadow and runs behind him. If he gets shot, don't pay attention. Do you understand?"
"If Sun Fusheng is not hit, he kneels under the wall as a ladder, and the old man steps on him to climb up. As long as he climbs out of the gendarmerie wall, life or death depends on you."
Another one quickly asked: "What about me?"
The leader smiled slightly and threw the gun in his hand: "Someone has to cover you. If you don't die during the cover, remember to have someone to support you when you can't survive."
After several people discussed it, the leader got scared again, stood up behind a wall, and rushed towards the glass window in front of him!
"ah!"
Wow!
He smashed the wooden window frame and jumped directly from the second floor. The moment he landed, he rolled on the ground. He got up from the ground and ran towards the wall not far away, cursing as he ran: "Japanese, I
Just fuck your ancestors!"
Bang.
There was a gunshot, and a bullet was aimed right at his path. It was said that the leader used his head to find other people's bullets.
A ball of blood bloomed out, and the leader's whole body was thrust forward, and his head was directly stuck on the ground.
Sun Fusheng closed his eyes when he heard the gunshot, then opened them, looked at the youngest one and asked: "Old man, are you ready?"
"Brother, I'm a little scared."
"Okay, follow me and crawl further back. Let's run faster. Maybe you can survive."
"Brother, I'm fucking afraid."
"I see."
"Then why didn't you react at all?"
"I'm fucking scared too! How will I react to you?"
He took a breath and said: "I am going to die now, not you, do you understand?"
"After landing, rush to the base of the wall. I will kneel there to use as a cushion for you and block bullets for you. What are you afraid of?"
"Prepare!"
"rise!"
The two people stood up at the same time in the corridor and ran towards the window. When the two people jumped out of the window one after another - bang.
There was another gunshot, but the bullet flew past Sun Fusheng's scalp without damaging a single hair on his head.
Sun Fusheng fell to the ground and rolled forward. Several bullet holes appeared on the floor behind him. The opponent's sniper did not stop sniping for a moment.
"Old guy, come on!"
The youngest member of the team saw Sun Fusheng being the first to kneel under the wall, his legs twitching tightly. Just when he was about to step on Sun Fusheng's kneeling leg - bang.
Another shot.
Lao Qiao watched Sun Fusheng run away inside his tunic suit. His shirt was already red. The bullet penetrated his body, which was clearly caused by a close-range shot.
The next second: "Japanese, grandpa is here!"
In the gendarmerie, a man holding two guns put two submachine guns on the window sill and fired wildly at the sniper point. For a moment, all the Japanese soldiers lying on the roof lowered their heads.
Under the cover of fire, Lao Baoda stepped on Sun Fusheng's leg.
He didn't have the slightest doubt whether the opponent could support the pillar, so he jumped up, grabbed the top of the wall with both hands, raised his legs as high as he could and rode up, then turned aside and jumped down.
The next second, Sun Fusheng slowly sat on the ground, and when his arms naturally hung down, he was already dead.