Arsenal Military Academy

In the dim and sultry cell, Xie Xiang paced the ground anxiously. Song Maogong, Sergeant Song, just came here. Gu Yanframe’s radical reaction was treated as the student’s leader and detained alone. Even the name of Gu Zongtang was also mentioned. Pass it as a joke.

This Song Maogong is not an upright person. Over the years, he has been reselling opium, reselling cultural relics, selling intelligence, and even trafficking in labor. These activities are inseparable from the Japanese. Today, this patriotic parade is extremely serious. Affected the interests of the Japanese, I am afraid that these students in prison will be directly wronged as murderers.

"Classmates, don't worry, this matter has nothing to do with you. I will let you go if we find out tomorrow." Lin Xianwei held a bowl of clear water and handed it to Xie Xiang.

"I'm just, I'm just worried about him. He has a bad temper, his mouth is stinky, and he doesn't speak well. I don't know if he has suffered." Xie Xiang still stood in front of the cell, watching Gu Yanframe being captured along the gap between the bars. Direction.

A policeman ran over here and unlocked the lock with a bunch of keys. Xie Xiang looked at him vigilantly. After a daze, he reacted and said in surprise: "Gu Yan frame! How did you get out?"

"Shhh! I got the key to the cell, please try which one is."

Lin Xianwei took the keys and shook his head after trying them one by one. Gu Yanframe still didn't give up, but wanted to go back and continue searching. There was a mess of footsteps in the distance, and Xie Xiang pulled his sleeve through the cell.

"You go quickly, wait for you to go out and then find a way to come back to save us." Looking at Gu Yanframe's worried eyes, Xie Xiang said again: "Don't worry, I will take care of myself. I'll wait for you here."

"it is good."

Needless to say, a good word is worth thousands of promises. Xie Xiang believed him without reason.

Gu Yan framed this walk, but couldn't come back until the evening.

The flickering lights shone on Xie Xiang's face, reflecting unconcealable worry. The students beside him were so tired that they had fallen asleep relying on each other, making slight breathing noises.

Xie Xiang felt a little uneasy in his heart. With Gu Yanjian's character, he would definitely bring someone to rescue himself as soon as he went back, but he hadn't come back for so long, so he should have been blocked by something.

Since these students can be pursued and killed by the Japanese, it means that they have enough chips to shake people's hearts. With Gu Zongtang’s ability, it is not difficult to know that Gu Yanjian wants to save these patriotic students. Gu Zongtang himself has been involved in the negotiation team. Then he would definitely not let his only son get involved again... If that was the case, it would be good, lest he wade into this muddy water.

When she thought of this, she frowned in annoyance. What was going on, she was worried about his safety.

"Classmate, you, are you on the train?"

A voice suddenly sounded, breaking the false tranquility in the cell.

Lin Xianwei woke up and saw that Xie Xiang was the only one standing and waiting in a trance. He stared at her for several times, and only then did he recognize her.

Xie Xiang nodded slightly: "It's me."

"Well, why do you want a woman to pretend to be a man?" Lin Xianwei was shocked when she heard her dress. It was really absurd that a woman pretended to be a man.

"I have my own reasons." Xie Xiangyan stopped here and didn't want to say more. Lin Xianwei stopped questioning when she saw her like this, but instead comforted her: "Don't worry, you will be let go if you find out tomorrow. "

Xie Xiang smiled reluctantly, not prepared to say anything, just asked: "Why are you being hunted down by the Japanese?"

"The current situation is difficult, the country is weak, and the great powers decided that my heart will not die. They came up with 21 such a treaty that humiliates the country. Our young people must speak up for the country. So we gathered students in Japan who volunteered to petition for the country. Returning to China, it’s just that the price was too high. We had more than 100 people when we boarded the ship from Japan. Now..."

Lin Xianwei's voice filled with righteous indignation was mixed with incomparable grief and anger. He looked back at the sleeping classmates, and slowly spit out heart-wrenching numbers: "There are only eleven left."

From more than one hundred people to eleven people, the blood of these young people was sprinkled on the land that they sincerely love. The twists and turns are not difficult to imagine.

Xie Xiang felt that facing them, he seemed to become even smaller. She couldn't help being infected with emotions, "If you want to awaken the people's wisdom, you have to pay some price, and your blood will definitely not flow for nothing."

Patting his shoulder, Xie Xiang looked solemn, trying to comfort him.

"Blood book is to clarify the aspirations. If you don't achieve the goal, you will not look back!" Lin Xianwei tightly grasped the painting tube in his hand, his eyes bright and impassioned.

Xie Xiang looked at the eleven people in front of him. They were like seeds taking root in this devastated Chinese land. It may take some time to grow, but one day flowers of hope will bloom on this barren land. At that time, Haiyan and Heqing, China had already risen.

The two talked in a low voice, and suddenly heard a sound of footsteps, they hurriedly kept silent, leaning against the wall and pretending to sleep.

"Get up! Get up!" The police approached and hit the iron gate with a truncheon. The cold clash of iron objects aroused the fear in Xie Xiang's heart. At this time...

She was rushed out of the cell with the students and brought a truck. The other policemen took another truck. The two trucks drove out of the prison one after another and drove quickly on the road to the outskirts.

It was windy tonight, great, the blowing branches rustled, the moonlight poured down, and was messed up into pieces of light.

The students were **** with their hands and sat in the carriages. The road they were driving on became more and more remote. Xie Xiang remembered that this path was the road leading to the quarry in Yan'er Village outside the city. These policemen chose to send them out of the city at this time, not to let them go, but to kill them!

The Japanese moved fast enough, not knowing what benefits Song Maogong received or what threats, he dared to help foreigners harm his compatriots without his conscience. In that case, he could no longer sit and wait for death. Xie Xiang bit his collar, and the sound of brocade cracking sounded, and a blade was picked out of it.

The students in the car looked at her in shock.

"Why would you hide this in your body?" Lin Xianwei leaned over and caught the blade with his hand to cut the rope for Xie Xiang.

"Teached by the teacher."

"Where's the teacher? Still teaching this?"

"Teacher of Agni Military Academy!"

The twelve ropes were quietly disconnected one after another.

The car stopped abruptly, and the shouts of soldiers came from outside.

"Sheriff, it was the heavy snow that broke the tree branch, clean it up and leave immediately."

The curtain of the truck was opened, the bright moonlight came in, and Song Maogong actually came. He and the police stood under the car with their hands on their hands. The moonlight projected their shadows on the ground. They were clearly dressed in upright police uniforms. Illuminated into a beast with teeth and claws.

"Be honest, don't cause trouble to yourself." Song Maogong glanced away, and with the shadow that has been soaked in blood all the year round, he saw the back of his classmates chilling.

The truck started violently and the body shook. Chen Rong subconsciously stretched out his hand to support him. Xie Xiang felt bad, and jumped out of the truck immediately and kicked off the gun in Song Maogong's hand.

"Run!" Xie Xiang picked up the gun and ran forward to the truck, using the body as a cover to start shooting, and Lin Xianwei followed her to the back of the car.

Song Maogong snatched the gun from the guard next to him and shot Chen Rong in the chest without hesitation: "Kill them!"

The students fled around, and fell one after another. The whole area of ​​snow was stained red with blood, and it was palpitating red in the moonlight. The cold bullets were mixed with screams and screamed back and forth in the air. , There was a smell of blood floating in the air, the cold wind blew, the blood deep into the snow, blowing a burst of blood mist.

Lin Xianwei hid behind Xie Xiang and shivered. Xie Xiang's eyes were focused, his hands were steady, and the bullets were clear, but even so, the bullets in the gun were still rapidly decreasing, until a light trigger sound remembered, and Xie Xiang opened the magazine. At first glance, there was nothing inside.

"She has no bullets! Go ahead and kill her for me!"

The police gradually surrounded from right in front, creaking and creaking as they stepped on the snow, like the cracking sound of a wild animal stepping on a bone.

In such cold weather, Xie Xiang’s forehead was covered with cold sweat. What should I do? Now I ran out, there was no cover in the open ground. The dense bomb fire would sieve the two of them, but if he didn’t escape, Xie Xiang watched. Looking at the enemy in front of you, are you waiting here to die?

"carefully!"

Lin Xianwei pounced behind Xie Xiang, a bullet pierced through his back, blood splashed on the hem of Xie Xiang’s skirt, like a delicate flower, Xie Xiang was shocked, turned around and hugged Lin Xianwei, but that An unbiased bullet hit his heart, and the eyes of the person in his arms were widened, and there was no vitality.

Of these eleven people, none of them survived.

She was stunned for a moment, and instantly understood how humiliating, unwilling and painful Lin Xianwei was when he talked about one hundred people turning into eleven people.

Looking at his eyes that he couldn't close even before he died, she felt a pain in her heart, her mind was dizzy, she seemed to be very angry, and she seemed at a loss with nothing.

Song Maogong walked to Xie Xiang and raised his hand to her forehead: "Go to hell!"

Xie Xiang closed his eyes. Before death came, unexpectedly, there was no fear. Some were just reluctance and nostalgia. In his mind, he recalled the figure of his parents, his brother, Xiaojun Huangsong, and..., still There is that person.

Gu Yan frame.

The gunfire sounded, a big blood hole was opened between the eyebrows, and Song Maogong fell to the ground with wide-eyed eyes.

"Come on!"

The pain of death did not come, and the fictional figure in his mind became a real existence, and Gu Yanframe rode a motorcycle down a field of police.

"Come up!" he shouted again, his voice full of anxiety.

Xie Xiang stretched out his hand and was pulled into the car by Gu Yanframe, and the two of them rode away on their motorcycles.

The road in the outskirts was very bumpy. Gu Yanjian didn't notice for a moment, and the car rolled over on the road. Gu Yanjian panicked and stretched out her arm to cushion her body. Together, they rolled and fell into the snowdrift on the side, covered with snowflakes. .

Xie Xiang got up and struggling to walk back, being held back by Gu Yanframe, his tone was rarely flustered, and his eyes stared at her with anxiety.

"Where are you going?"

where to?

She was at a loss, and she was so sad that she seemed to be stunned for a while.

"I want to go back to save them, I want to go, to save them."

Seeing that the radiant eyes of the past are now darkened, their eyes are dull and desperate, Gu Yanframe feels pain in her heart and can no longer control anything else, so she hurriedly hugs her in her arms.

"They are all dead, they are all dead! You have done your best!"

The person in her arms froze, Gu Yanframe gently patted her back, carefully comforting her: "It's okay, Xie Xiang, there is still me, and me."

In the silence, crying gradually sounded, at first it was a low-pitched sob, then it turned into a painful wailing, and finally there was no sound, Xie Xiang softened and fainted.

The past is heavy, like a big dream.

When Xie Xiang woke up, he was lying on the comfortable cot at home, with his mother's worried gaze in front of him.

"Mom." Xie Xiang's voice was hoarse, and slowly raised his hand to cover his mother's hand: "I'm fine, don't worry, where is Gu Yanframe?"

"Xiao Gu? I haven't seen him!" The mother was taken aback.

"Who sent me back then?"

"Yesterday you were covered in blood, and you were sent back by a middle-aged man in a long gown. What happened to you in the past two days?" Mother began to sob again.

Xie Xiang said nothing, frowned, and struggled to get up and get out of the bed.

She ran out, walking fast, leaving her mother's cry far behind her.

There was a heavy snow this morning, and the white snow covered Peiping as a whole. Xie Xiang walked into the woods on the outskirts. It was white all over, and there was no way to see that a fight took place here last night.

There was a bulge in the snowdrift in the distance. Xie Xiang hurried over. The bulge was a familiar drawing tube. Xie Xiang's hand trembled. He pulled the drawing tube out of the snowdrift and returned it to the delicate parchment. There are dry blood stains, this is something Lin Xianwei sees more important than fate.

The parchment was peeled off layer by layer, revealing the original dark brown. Inside is a roll of neat white cloth. The letter is written in three large letters: petition. Below is the signature of more than one hundred Japanese students. The signature is also printed with bright red handprints.

I imagined the voices and smiles of those students. At that time, they must be energetic and vying to print their handprints on the white cloth. Xie Xiang held the white cloth tightly in his arms and looked forward firmly. At this moment, He seems to understand what his elder brother said. Some things must be done by someone. The water drops through the stones, the ropes are sawn and the wood breaks. One day, this land will be restored to its original state. China belongs to tens of thousands of Chinese people. of.

In a short day, it seemed like the earth turned upside down, everything changed.

She couldn't stand it anymore, the leisure at home in the past turned into irony, and the leisure and warmth she lusted for now seemed so out of place.

On the long street, the students marched all the way with banners against 21. The cold weather could not freeze the enthusiasm of the students.

"I oppose Article 21 and refuse to sign an unequal treaty! Oppose the Japanese invasion and occupation of Qingdao! Oppose..."

The mighty team walked all the way from Dongjiaomin Lane to Tanjialou. The police rushed out from the streets and alleys and broke up the student parade. The students were pushed to the ground. The police waved their batons and screamed. .

Xie Xiang walked out of the street, walked through the chaos, climbed up to the open-air booth, and then held up the blood book in his hand.

"I oppose Article 21 and refuse to sign an unequal treaty! Oppose the Japanese invasion and occupation of Qingdao!"

The anger in his heart made his eyes red, and his voice was choked but firm, as if the horn of a marching straight into the ears of the students.

At first, only Xie Xiang’s faint voice was shouting. Then, thousands of students on the street joined in, and a shout of hope carried thousands of hopes. Flowers will bloom on this Chinese land in the thousands of blood, and the rope saw the end. The wood will break, and the water drop will pierce the stone!

The **** of the rifle hit the back of the head severely, and Xie Xiang's figure fell on the high platform, the blood book in his hand was raised high and then fell on his body.

Being caught in prison again, Xie Xiang has become accustomed to it. The students around him are still discussing the location of the next parade, but this time there is no one Xie Xiang wants to wait for. The person who sent her home that day should It was the person sent by the Gu family. Gu Zongtang must have taken him away. No matter if Gu Zongtang is there, Gu Yanjian will never be involved.

That night, Xie Zhipei spent a lot of money to get through the relationship and rescued Xie Xiang from prison, and gave her a severe meal, and she was locked in the house not to move around at will.

After lying at home for two days, Xie Xiang thought a lot. It is true that she entered the Agni Military Academy to fulfill her brother's last wish, but now, she wants to live well for herself.

Since childhood, her elder brother has accompanied her all the way, teaching her knowledge and teaching her the principles of life. Xie Liangchen was an elder brother and a good teacher and helpful friend, so when he died, Xie Xiang was panicked and even lost his goal. , As if a traveler who was drowning in the sea lost the driftwood, she didn't know where she should go or what she should do.

When her father told her to learn to dance, she went and asked her to learn Chinese. She agreed, but she never knew what she was doing. Even going to the Agni Military Academy is for her brother, but now, she wants to study hard, for herself, for the dead compatriots, and for the country.

There was no sound in the house, everyone was asleep, but she was still awake. Xie Xiang got up from the bed, packed his luggage, and sneaked out.

At dawn, there was no one on the street, and the dawn pierced through the layers of darkness and reflected on the ground. Walking out of the shadow of the building, Xie Xiang stepped on the light and shadow and looked up at the rising sun.

The sun is shining like a new life.

She took a deep breath, and the cold air flowed through the nose into the lungs, as if washing away all the dirt, so she also changed to a new Xie Xiang.

With her footprints left on the snow, Xie Xiang raised his head and walked firmly in the direction of the rising sun.