Chapter 82 Staged a different version of bloody life
The two saved students stood on the sidewalk crying loudly, looking miserable; a group of students hugged each other under the sticks*.
A student grabbed hold of him and shouted: "Get off here!" Na Miantang woke up, grabbed the student's hand and carried it to the side of the road. Pedestrians had already retreated, and a large space was given up on the sidewalk, but students were still crowded.
They shouted: Freedom! Democracy! Don’t be a slave to the country!
The military police used high-pressure water hoses to disperse another group of students. People hiding in the dark watched the students' blood splashing with the high-pressure water hoses, saying, "A lot of people are going to die."
A boy was limping and gasping for air. He pointed to the east and made an indecipherable syllable to the group of students. He squeaked loudly and made himself anxious. He finally shouted: "Everyone is reunited at the naval headquarters."
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Na Miantang broke away from the crowd and continued to look for me. He was sweating profusely and shouted loudly: "Mao Jiujiu!"
A large number of students have gathered at the naval headquarters.
Three large trucks entered the naval headquarters road. Standing on the truck were more than a hundred people eating dirty food, holding steel rods, steel rods, and some apparently had guns tucked around their waists. These people were obviously from gangs.
All they need to do is wait for instructions, and these people will ruthlessly throw machetes at the students.
The situation is getting more and more critical.
Xiaoma Liu and I followed the student team to the naval headquarters. I agreed to Bai Wei to help her students post slogans. When a large number of military and police rushed up in a dark crowd, Xiaoma Liu was quite excited and there was a chance of a fight.
These are the happy days.
We were dispersed by the military police and ran through the street in a chaotic manner. We were not the most chaotic students, there were many other students running over.
The machine gun was mounted in front of the naval headquarters station, as if facing a formidable enemy.
A huge water pressure rushed in front of us, and each of us was immediately drenched by the water dragon. A few boys were frightened and rushed in regardless, but were stopped by Wu Lu, who was experienced in escaping.
: "Don't rush again! It may be dangerous inside. Who knows what else is inside. You can't go in again."
The students have already reacted:
consternation!
indignation!
Excited!
A boy hissed, his eyes glistening: "Let us go, you see, those military and police officers are inhumane and specially bully female classmates! We don't want to be slaves to the subjugation of the country! Students, we must embrace the light!"
The students burst into waves and thunderous slogans:
“Against hunger!”
“Anti-Civil War!”
"Be free!"
"Don't be a slave to the country's subjugation!"
All the students were holding hands, and so many of them were reciting Mr. Liang Qichao's "Young China" collectively:
"If you want to talk about the old and young of the country, please first talk about the old and young of the people. Thinking about the past is why you are nostalgic, and thinking about the future is why you are hopeful. When you are nostalgic, you are conservative, and when you are hopeful, you are aggressive. When you are conservative, you are eternal.
Enterprising means making something new every day."
The students who were beaten to death in the distance gradually reunited in front of the naval headquarters, one by one, supporting each other. Xiaoma Liu and others were infected by this almost tragic atmosphere. I think it is more because we are from poor backgrounds.
He has been doing stupid things, threats, inducements, coercions, deceptions, tragic, despicable, and amusing things, all of which are just phantoms of hard work. People who come from a poor background all have reactionary genes that are latent in their hearts.
Now we are tattered and pieced together to blend in with them. Roll around and be with the students.
"Those who create today's big China are the unjust karma of China's aging; those who create the young China of the future are also the responsibility of China's young people. Therefore, the responsibility today does not lie with others, but with my young people...
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Xiao Ma Liu's expression was very strange. He was definitely not sad, but rather like he couldn't decide whether to suppress laughter or force himself to be sad. This made his expression a little embarrassingly distorted. Finally, he decided to raise a question and asked me:
"It's useless for students to just shout."
We looked at each other and said, "Kick these sons of bitches!" I said.
What do we do? We are just waiting for a fight! We immediately joined the student team, picked up sticks scattered on the roadside, and rushed to beat the student military police. I didn't have a kitchen knife, so I had to borrow a paint bucket for painting slogans.
I glanced at Niu Ba, who was lagging behind and holding a flag bamboo pole.
I said to him, "How about you find someone who can take advantage of you?"
Niu Ba said slyly: "I will hold a bamboo pole to clear the way for you."
When the fight started, Ah Wu Lu displayed an extraordinary display of strength. He surprised several British people, saying, "China! China! Chinese Kung Fu." But this did not stop the British from hitting him hard with sticks. Niu Ba ranked first.
The first time he rushed out to help out, he danced with colorful flags like a tiger, but in his first performance, he didn't hit anyone - he looked like a character in "The Peony Pavilion" with his fists and embroidered legs, but Niu Ba quickly got punched by someone with a stick.
It hit him back. I supported him.
I waved the paint bucket vigorously. When I faced off against a foreigner who was very tall and powerful, I couldn't deal with him. So did I.
I bluffed and winked: "Hey, how about drinking coffee together tonight?"
Foreigners are probably unable to resist beautiful women. He looked romantically at the world-famous face in front of me. I threw the paint bucket at him, but the guy tilted his head. What I hit was his shoulder, and then
The paint bucket was snatched away by the guy, and the corners of his mouth turned up. "It's very interesting, girl, but we're not here to play games."
I felt an almost unfamiliar emotion stirring, a kind of unbridled rage. I stepped on the stone steps by the roadside, with my hands on my waist. I raised my head and smiled, and turned my face to look up.
I know how to smile to make this kind of man intoxicated. This foreigner is now blushing and stammering, just like the man who is obsessed with me.
I planned to use my fists to quickly clear his eyes, but failed miserably. I was bounced back by his strong muscles. Finally, I said arrogantly: "It's so powerful. I use my small fists to destroy your small breasts. What do you mean by that?"
--Help--"
Niu Ba should be in a safe position behind me. The paint bucket came over and my head touched the sharp corners. The blood on my forehead covered my eyes, and my vision was a little blurry. Then my eyes went dark. The foreigners carried me on their shoulders.
On his shoulders, ready to be his personal property, "This girl is so delicious."
"Youth will make the country wise; if young people are rich, the country will be rich; if young people are strong, the country will be strong; if young people are independent, the country will be independent; if young people are free, the country will be free; if young people make progress, the country will progress; if young people are better than Europe, then the country will be better than the continent; if young people are strong, the country will be better than the continent.
If the country is on the earth, then the country will be strong on the earth..."
The students were crowding aside, and the good students who had no distinction between grains and grains began to join the fight. Most of the students who had lost control continued to fly stones, and the shovel handles were raised. Only spit, garbage, and tools such as stones were allowed. Student portraits
It is a voice that is angry and blind, full of passionate flags, and tragically crying:
"The red sun rises at the beginning, and its path is bright; the river flows out of the undercurrent, and the vast ocean flows; the latent dragon soars, its scales and claws fly; the tiger roars in the valley, and all the beasts are frightened; the eagle and falcon try their wings, and the dust is sucked in; the first-born of the strange flower, the orange
Orange Emperor..."
The world is in chaos, and human lives are like dew. At this time, different versions of bloodshed are being staged.
Na Miantang was shocked when he heard the sound of fighting. He turned around and saw a dozen police stations with live ammunition escorting the leading student and the fighting 'student' - me, into the car. Under the scorching sun and in the mist, a blue figure stood out.
Eye-catching, that's me, I am hanging my head, my long braid falls on the ground, almost being dragged along.
Na Miantang squinted his eyes and looked over here. He quickly took out a Kyoto mask from his pocket and put it on. Suddenly, he jumped up from the stone steps of the street, stepped on the students' shoulders and ran forward quickly, as if he was flying.
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The two policemen were about to push me into the car. Suddenly their arms hurt and they both screamed and let go. Miantang went deep alone, so he could only win with speed. He knocked them down with three punches and two kicks, and then he hugged me and ran back.
, no longer dodged along the way, and suffered heavy blows with batons.
The police officer who suffered a loss was the first to shout, and more and more soldiers and policemen chased after me. There were shouts of "grab that kid" and "don't let him escape" everywhere. Na Miantang ran back and almost threw me into his classmates.
In the group, Xiao Ma Liu accurately supported me, and Mian Tang ran away without even looking at me. After running about a hundred meters, I heard the sound of the gun bolt being pulled from behind. Knowing that I would definitely not be able to run, I stepped back hastily.
He turned around, and two police stations rushing in front bumped into him. The policemen staggered and shook their heads, with blood flying in the air. They were dizzy and turned backwards. They realized that their lower teeth were all loose and their mouths were full of blood. Na Miantang did a back somersault and fell.
Certainly.
Several military policemen rushed over and lined up, pointing the muzzles of countless black holes at Na Miantang.
I don’t know which student took the lead in singing an angry song:
unity is strength
Then, more people joined in the chorus:
unity is strength
Then, all the students sang:
That power is iron
That force is steel
Harder than iron, stronger than steel
Xiao Ma Liu, Ah Wu Donkey, Zhu Tou San, and Niu Ba obviously didn't know how to sing this song. They were at a loss at first, but then they also sang along:
Fire at Fascist
Let all undemocratic systems die
toward the sun
towards freedom
Shine a bright light towards New China
unity is strength......
The singing began to resume, and the students gathered in front of the Miantang and Pioneer students as they sang, surrounding them layer by layer in the center. Some students sang songs to block the guns of the row of military police.
A group of idiots, tabloid reporters who popped out from nowhere and filmed the scene with frequent clicking sounds.
Na Miantang knew that this matter could not be reported. If he was reported, although his face could not be seen, his figure and movements could not be hidden. The current situation was critical, and he had to make a quick decision. I saw that his palms were like lightning, and he
He pointed at Ruofeng, each finger seemed to contain immeasurable power, and suddenly smashed the reporters' cameras one by one, and the reporters were slow to even think of coming back to their senses.
Of course, by this time, I had been successfully carried to a place with few people.
Suddenly, there was loud gunfire on the highway, covering up the students' singing!
A convoy appeared. I don’t know how many vehicles there were. They were all military policemen from the Songlu Garrison Garrison Headquarters. They all fired their guns into the air!