One day, a black Santana car drove up from a distance at the intersection and stopped directly at the entrance of the wall.
"Stop! This is an important military area, please show your pass. No one is allowed to enter without a pass!" The guards at the sentry stopped the vehicle!
The driver in the cab of the car, wearing casual clothes, opened the door and walked out. He took out a small red book from his pocket, handed it to the guard, and pointed at the car.
After the guard glanced at the notebook, he respectfully returned it to the driver. After saluting the vehicle, he trotted open the wire mesh door and let the vehicle enter the passage.
The car drove to the entrance of a courtyard with an earthen wall and stopped. From the car, you could just see a wooden board hanging on the wall with the words: Command Office.
After the driver got off the car, he ran to the other side and opened the door of the back seat. First, a wooden crutch of unknown material came out of the car. A lifelike flying dragon was carved on the handle of the crutch. Then a man walked out.
An old man wearing a black Chinese tunic suit with silver hair. The old man had a ruddy complexion and an unusually thin figure. It seemed that he could be blown over by a breeze at any time.
After the old man got out of the car, he stood beside the car with both hands on the spigot of his crutch, squinting and looking at the thick fog in the distance without saying a word.
At this time, a young man in his twenties who looked strangely dressed in Miao costumes got out of the car. After getting off the car, the young man walked behind the old man, looked down at the cloth shoes on his feet, and said nothing.
About two minutes later, an old man wearing a Chinese tunic suit strode out of the courtyard door marked "Command Vehicle". The old man had thick eyebrows and big eyes, a Chinese character face and thick lips, and his hair was neatly combed back.
His body was majestic. When he saw the thin old man standing in front of the car, he opened his mouth and heard the sound of thunder.
"I said, Lao Li, why did you come here? Didn't you know this is an urgent matter?"
The old man, who was staring at the mist in ecstasy, turned around and glanced disdainfully at the old man with thick eyebrows and big eyes. He slowly said, "I'm not your subordinate. Do you have to come right away when you call me?"
The smile on the face of the old man with thick eyebrows and big eyes froze at first, and then he laughed: "We have been old friends for decades, why is it so popular? I am not the one who went in, why am I worried when I haven't come out for three days?"
The emaciated old man said with a stern face: "Don't worry, I'm not dead yet. I'm over ninety years old, and my old bones can't stand your torment like this."
After saying that, he pointed to the young man behind him and said to the old man with thick eyebrows and big eyes: "My apprentice Gila."
The old man with thick eyebrows and big eyes turned his head and glanced at the young man, then stared at the thin old man and frowned: "Old friend, aren't you?"
The emaciated old man smiled: "We don't have much time left. It's unexpected that we can survive until now. I have only one request. If the department has something that can't be handled, you can approach them, but they are not allowed to join the department!"
"Them?" The old man with thick eyebrows and big eyes glanced at the car next to him.
"Have you forgotten? There is also a pro-German, who should arrive tomorrow. Gila says hello to Chief Xu Yizheng!" the thin old man said softly to the young man behind him who kept his head lowered.
The young man named Gila finally raised his head, his eyes extremely clear. He cupped his fists at the old man with thick eyebrows and big eyes: "Hello, Chief!"
"Bah! What kind of bullshit chief! Which chief only does dirty work all day long, just a handyman. My name is Xu Yizheng, you can just call me Uncle Xu from now on. Let's go in and talk, time is running out!"
Xu Yizheng walked up to the thin old man and was about to help the old man's arm.
"Go away! I don't have much time left, and I'm not going to die soon! Nothing good has happened in the decades I've known you!" The thin old man swayed towards the yard on crutches.
Xu Yizheng, who had thick eyebrows and big eyes behind the old man, shook his head helplessly and looked at Ji La with clear eyes: "Is your master usually so irritable to you?"
The young man shook his head, Xu Yizheng chuckled, and couldn't hide the happiness in his eyes. This scene was watched by the security personnel who came out of the door.
Xu Yizheng's expression changed instantly, he regained his majestic posture, and strode into the courtyard with his hands behind his back.
"Let's talk about the specific situation. I feel a bit of evil from afar, but it's not as serious as I thought!"
The thin old man leaned on a chair. After saying this, he closed his eyes and rested his mind.
Xu Yizheng was sitting on the chair next to the old man, and he went through everything from when Daniu appeared in Niujia Village like crazy, to when Niujia Village moved and they took over the village, and how they handled the matter in the past few days.
"That's probably the case. A team of armed personnel sent out to search has not come back after three days."
"Well, Gila, go and bring the people out!"
The old man said casually with his eyes closed.
The young man nodded, turned around and walked out the door.
"Jira, shall I send a few people to go with you?" Xu Yizheng looked at the young man who was about to walk out of the room and said eagerly.
"Need not!"
Jira walked out of the yard, took out two large backpacks from the trunk of the black car, borrowed a topographic map from the guard next to him, looked at the route and distance to Zhangxiang Village, and took out a slap from his pocket.
After measuring the direction using a large compass, he returned the map to the guard.
Ji La carried a backpack in one hand and walked along the dirt road to Zhangxiang Village.
When he was about to enter a section of road shrouded in thick fog, Gila stopped. He took out two bundles of string from his backpack, one black and one red. The strings were about the same thickness as the usual woolen yarn.
He took out a nine-inch peach wood wedge from his backpack, picked up a stone on the roadside, smashed it hard a few times, and nailed the wooden wedge to the road.
Then he pulled out a thread from the bundle of red string in his hand, and took out five copper coins from his pocket. He put the coins in in different orders along the thread. After doing this, he tied the string to the ground.
on wooden wedges.
After looking at the wooden wedge to make sure there was nothing wrong with it, Gila appeared like a magician and two talismans appeared out of thin air in his hand. They shook them in the air and then ignited. He hurriedly recited an inaudible sentence, and the last sentence was "I
I obey the Lord San Mao like a law!" Then the five fingers of his right hand made a strange posture. This posture happened to be able to hold the five copper coins threaded on the string.
After putting another bundle of black strings on his arm with his left hand, he picked up the red bundle and walked into the thick fog with his right hand holding the copper coins. A trail of copper coins passed through his hand was left on the road.
The red line is faintly shining with a hint of light.
About two hours later, the police officers standing guard outside the wall of Niujia Village saw a man wearing Miao costumes running over with a soldier wearing green camouflage lying on his back. One of the police officers turned around
He ran towards the command post, and when Gila ran to the door, Xu Yizheng and several security personnel were running out to meet him.
Ji La handed the soldiers on his back to the guards. He panted and smiled at Xu Yizheng: "First, uh, Uncle Xu sent people to carry the people out along the red line on the ground. All twelve of them are unconscious.
Wake up, there is no danger to your life, remember no matter what you see in front of you, you must follow the red line!"
Xu Yizheng whispered something to a guard beside him, and the guard trotted out.
Xu Yizheng made all arrangements and when he returned to the command post, Ji La was standing next to the emaciated old man. When he saw Xu Yizheng coming back, the old man glanced at him and Ji La said with a gloomy face.
"Zhangxiang Village was surrounded by fog. No one or any animal survived. I couldn't find the source of the fog. The group of soldiers met on the road not far from Zhangxiang Village. Some bullet casings were found on the roadside. Some of them had fought.