() This is a saying of a little devil. There is no one in Southeast Asia who does not understand the meaning of this sentence, which is a bloody and unbearable past.
Whether it is the Southern Barbarians or the Chinese, these words are still fresh in their memory, as if there is a smell of blood filling the air.
The little man wearing glasses was stunned for a moment and blurted out in Chinese: "It's a little devil, so he deserves to be killed." He raised his gun.
At this time, Wang Xiaobo and Gao Jingtang acted at the same time. Ten two-inch nails hit the guns of the ten gunmen respectively. The ten guns were hit by the strong impact of the two-inch nails at the same time and fell to the ground. Gao Jingtang kicked on the ground and flew
With a kick, the gravel was kicked up into a cloud of hidden weapon rain and mist, which covered the dozen or so people on the opposite side, who all stood there in a daze.
"Obviously he is from China, but he wants to pretend to be a Southern Barbarian, but he doesn't know how strong he is." Wang Xiaobo walked over with a smile, patted the other man's face, and then took off his glasses and said:
"The glasses are also made in China, but they are too old. They seem to be from more than ten years ago."
"The great leader Chairman Mao said: 'We must fight with words, not with force.' You must unlock our acupuncture points." The leader wearing glasses said plausibly.
Wang Xiaobo smiled and said: "You admit that you are Chinese, then what are you doing in this small southern barbarian country?"
"'Make up your mind, not be afraid of sacrifice, overcome all difficulties, and strive for victory.' For the sake of world peace, our red journey must persist to the end. Victory will definitely belong to us." The leader seemed to be chanting a spell, taking something out of his pocket.
Take out a red notebook and put it on your chest.
Wang Xiaobo looked at the Chairman's quotation on his chest and knew that this guy's spirit was still stuck in those ten years of catastrophe, and his fanatical beliefs dominated their unreasonable actions. But the red journey he mentioned had a certain impact.
Interested, he asked: "What organization is the Red Tour?" He patted it casually, releasing his sealed acupuncture points.
The man in charge was stunned for a moment. Seeing that he was already free, he immediately struck a rather naughty pose, with his right hand raised above his head and his left hand holding a book of quotations on his chest. It was still the typical pose of the Red Guards in the 1960s.
The highest directive remains the same: "'A single spark can start a prairie fire'. Our red tour will once again ignite the revolutionary spark in Jinggangshan, ignite a raging fire covering the whole world, defeat imperialism, eliminate the capitalist system, and establish the proletariat."
socialist society."
"The proletariat of the world unite and defeat imperialism!"
"Long live the great leader* Chairman, long live, long live!"
The dozen or so people behind him who had their acupoints tapped refused to lag behind and shouted slogans. It was like the heroes in domestic movies shouting slogans on the execution ground, with an awe-inspiring and righteous air.
Wang Xiaobo and his team members didn't feel anything new and looked at them indifferently. Gao Jingtang and Yaonv looked at them curiously. Yaonv even ran to the leader, touched his forehead with her hand, and shook his head.
He shook his head and said, "It's normal. What's going on?"
"The world is turbulent and angry. At present, the international and domestic situation is very good, not bad. We firmly believe that the proletarian revolution will win." The leader waved his quotation book as if making a report.
Wang Xiaobo knew that the beliefs of this group of people could not be explained in a short time. In addition, he was on a mission and was pressed for time. He did not want to continue to entangle with them, so he interrupted him and said: "You go back and continue your revolution."
, we still have tasks to do, goodbye!"
But the other guy got excited when he heard about the mission: "The Chairman taught us that we all come from all over the world and come together for the same goal. So your mission is our mission. This is no longer an anti-imperialist camp, but
They are the bridgehead of revisionism. They are selfless and we must give them a severe blow."
Wang Xiaobo thought that although these people were unable to extricate themselves from their fanatical beliefs, they had a thorough understanding of the surrounding situation and a good understanding of the ambitions of the Southern Barbarians. Maybe they were really a big help. He said: "These revisionists
If you want to overthrow our proletarian dictatorship, do you think we can agree to it?"
When the leader heard this, he became even more excited: "Yes! We must never agree. The great leader said that the enemy will never die in selflessness, and must never forget the class struggle. Life does not end, and the struggle will not stop. Regarding these revisionists, we have no need to fight with them.
You're welcome. Revolution is not a dinner party, it's not..."
Seeing him reciting the Chairman's quotations endlessly, Wang Xiaobo interrupted him and said: "These revisionists are constantly causing trouble on our border. We are here to conduct reconnaissance this time and prepare to teach them a lesson."
"They should be taught a lesson. The chairman said, I won't attack anyone unless they attack me. If someone attacks me, I will definitely attack them. For this little revisionism, our Red Army Journey has already prepared for them. We have already drawn their border defense map.
Take it and teach them a lesson." The leader said proudly, but he did not forget to recite a quotation from the chairman.
Wang Xiaobo looked at them in surprise. Listening to their Beijing movies, he must have been Red Guards in the Beijing-Tianjin area. Although he was immersed in that ideal kingdom, his patriotism was still beyond words, and he was also keenly aware of the Southern Barbarians' evil intentions.
The wolf was ambitious and prepared early on, so he couldn't help but respect them. He walked around in a circle, slapped everyone on their bodies, and released the acupuncture points on these people's bodies.
"Comrades from the motherland, you have worked hard. Let's take a short rest at our base and give you the map." The leader held Wang Xiaobo's hand tightly, but did not quote the chairman's quotation this time.
Gao Jingtang looked at these two groups of people, both from his own country, but the spiritual outlook and language they reflected were completely different. These so-called red journeys in front of him all looked like monks, chanting something like reciting the Bible.
, but the words they spoke were too new for him and he couldn't understand a word. But Wang Xiaobo and the others were different. Although he hadn't been back for forty years, he still felt a sense of intimacy and there was no language barrier.
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When he saw Wang Xiaobo following this group of people heading into the mountains, he retreated to the big dog and asked, "Is this Red Tour's surname Jiang or Mao's?"
The big dog wanted to laugh, but tried his best to hold it back. He thought that this old man was still stuck forty years ago. It was really a trick of fate. He was similar to this group of red people on their journey. The difference was that there were believers on one side, but the old man was ignorant.
. He couldn't explain anything, shook his head and said: "They have left the motherland for more than ten years and cannot keep up with the development of the times."
Gao Jingtang didn't know anything about what happened at that time, and he had only a half-understanding of Big Dog's explanation. He couldn't help but shook his head and followed them up the mountain without saying a word.
Two hours later, they finally arrived at their so-called base area, which was a flat piece of land in a mountain valley. There were more than a dozen thatched huts built with a red flag flying in the middle, embroidered with four golden characters "Red Journey".
.In the north, there is an archway built with big trees, with the chairman's head hanging on it, which makes the place look a bit Chinese.
Suddenly, a beeping whistle sounded. Wang Xiaobo subconsciously looked at his watch. It was already seven o'clock in the morning.
The dozen Red Army soldiers who were standing beside them seemed to be in high spirits. They ran to the bottom of the archway and stood there upright. There were also twenty soldiers running from the surrounding houses.
Several soldiers of similar age to them all held red notebooks in their hands and muttered something.
Although Wang Xiaobo was still young at that time, he still knew about this ritual of asking for instructions early and reporting late. For them, this was obviously not a ritual, but a standard for whether they were proletarian warriors. Since,
Now that I have something to ask of them, I can only follow the local customs. I waved my hand and followed them, chanting something.
The small team were all from that special era. They must have found out what the wild wolf did when they saw it, and of course they started to ask for instructions early. The giant panda and the flying cat even recited the Chairman's poem loudly: "The Red Army is not afraid of the difficulty of the expedition, and the thousands of rivers and mountains."
Just waiting..."
What's more, the big dog announced loudly: "The latest instructions: 'The potatoes are cooked...no farting...'" which made a group of Red Army soldiers stunned and looked at him blankly.
A young man in his thirties wearing a Chinese military uniform from the 1950s and wearing glasses ran over. The previous leader, who also wore glasses, hurriedly came over and introduced: "This is our red tour.
Political Commissar Jiang, Gen Hongmiaozheng’s party representative.”
When Wang Xiaobo saw the military uniform he was wearing, he knew he was a police officer. He said with a smile: "Political Commissar Jiang, we all shoulder the important task of liberating all mankind, which is the same as the purpose of the Red Army Journey. This time, our superiors asked us
The purpose of conducting reconnaissance behind enemy lines is to attack this small revisionism and contribute to the liberation of all mankind."
Political Commissar Jiang was not like the other guy, and he started with a quote: "For this southern barbarian revisionist, the red trip has been prepared for a long time, and a large number of soldiers were sent to draw their border force layout map.
Including the open and hidden fortresses it set up may be useful for this operation."
Wang Xiaobo hurriedly said: "With the cooperation of Hongse Tour, our hope of completing the mission will be even greater. After we return, we will definitely report to our superiors. We hope that we can successfully meet here in the near future."
