57 We are not slaves

The further northwest you go, the more desolate the area will be. The cold wind is like a knife, and the weather is very cold and dry, but there is only a thin layer of snow, and even the larger rocks can't be completely covered.

The team of the Anxi Army led by Li Xiang himself is huge and is moving to Liupan Mountain to meet the Ningxia Uprising Army.

Set out in the morning and walked for less than an hour, a rabbit suddenly appeared in the snow. The exhausted field nurses marched in a hurry. These delicate girls who sat on the iron bastards and rested suddenly came to their spirits and shouted excitedly one by one, shouting to catch rabbits.

"Little white rabbit! Little white rabbit! Little white rabbit!"

"Look at me!" Shen Peizhenjiao shouted, jumped off the iron king, and ran out with an arrow, almost like an eagle, running in the direction of the rabbit. Her posture of running on the snow was really wonderful. She half bent her body, as if her body was close to the snow, and her feet seemed to be stepping on a ski. She only saw her body fluttering forward, but she didn't see any movement on her feet. The girls made Shen Peizhen's beautiful posture and extremely attractive, and they all breathed tightly to see how she captured the cunning rabbit with her bare hands.

Li Xiang, who was "squeaking, squeaking" and staggering forward in the snow, opened his mouth and looked at Shen Peizhen, who was flying in the snow. A peerless light skill of Jin Yong's martial arts novel burst out in his mind: "Lingbo Weibu".

"Li Shuai, your combat medical team is too loose." Zhang Fengyi was a little dissatisfied.

The troops are on the march without orders. Who dares to leave the team without authorization?

Li Xiang is also puzzled. He can't control these girls, because they are not the editors of the Ezhou Revolutionary Army, but medical volunteers led by Xu Zonghan. The medical staff belonging to the Ezhou Revolutionary Army were all gone by Lin Tiechang, and the remaining aunts from Nanjing were left to Li Xiang. They couldn't be scolded or beaten. They were all coaxed by him.

Li Xiang gritted his teeth and it was time to treat these goblins, so he opened his voice and ordered, "All pay attention, target, the earth in front of you, run forward!"

With Li Xiang's order, the soldiers closely followed the flag of the regiment and accelerated the movement in the direction of the earth encirclement in front of them. The girls who just jumped off the iron bastard had no choice but to put down the chase of the rabbit, turn their heads and run in the direction of the earth wee.

Shen Peizhen ran in the opposite direction to the direction of Tuweizi. At this time, her attention was completely attracted by the rabbit, and she could not take care of anything else. When she hugged the rabbit she caught and returned happily to Tuweizi, Li wanted to wait for her with a fierce face.

"No organization, no discipline!" Li wanted to cover his head and roar.

"You--" Shen Peizhen was shocked, and the excitement on her face disappeared in an instant. She didn't understand what nerve Li wanted to send.

"Let me see you like this again, and you can go back to Nanjing!" Li thought that today he was going to give Shen Peizhen and these medical volunteers from Nanjing a little color.

"Guess what I saw over there?" Shen Peizhen loosened her tight body, stood up in a beautiful shape, and stared at Li Xiang maliciously.

"You..." Li didn't expect that she would be so presumptuous. Just as she was about to lose her temper, her sleeves were pulled. She turned her head and saw that Zhang Fengyi pointed to the direction of the mountain bag that Shen Peizhen had just caught the rabbit, with a solemn face. Li wanted to take a look, and he was relieved that thick smoke was rising.

"A small town over there is on fire. It should have been set on fire." Shen Peizhen said, loosening her hand, and the rabbit in her arms rushed out, looked at her, and then at Li Xiang, who was pale, and then blinked her eyes, shook her tail and ran away.

There is no need for investigation. Li wants to know that it must be Ma Anliang who searched and killed civilians in the countryside in order to vent his anger. The Ma family's western army did a lot of such beastly things along the way, and his "following the camp" took the opportunity to loot. Where the Ma family's Western Army passed by, the villagers fled one after another, and there were no one for dozens or hundreds of miles.

Li Xiangfei's horse, waved to the cavalry regiment, and gave an order: "Get on the horse... move forward!"

With the sound of this order, the sound of horseshoes like a rainstorm was aroused. The whole cavalry regiment, like an iron stream, galloped to the northwest mountain road, and the snow and dust flew.

Li Xiang's heart swirled like a running horse, and there were bursts of panic attacks. I don't know how many bloody storms have set off the way back to the Western Army. I don't know what misfortune will happen to the town in front of him? Is this kind of misfortune caused by him? His heart was desperately trying to drive away this terrible imagination, but his heart churled and thought of the scene he didn't want to think of the most. The great man who created history is also the sinner of history. Thinking of this, he felt terrible. But when he changed his mind, he also taught Zhang Fengyi a lesson yesterday: "For the territorial integrity of the motherland and the long-term stability of the motherland, we don't mind borne the historical crime of the butcher. This is the spirit of the national revolution!" This is the responsibility that revolutionary soldiers should shoulder!" Thinking of this, his heart fluttered more fiercely, so he hurriedly urged him to get off.

The horses hissed, and more than 600 horses galloped up the west mountain like the wind, holding the key road into the mountain.

Li Xiang's fierce uneasy war horse, but the northwest town in front of him was already a raging fire and thick smoke soared into the sky. Li wanted to quickly determine whether the enemy might be fleeing or had already fled.

"Forward!" Li Xiang roared and couldn't wait for the follow-up army. With an order, the soldiers raised their horses and knives, pressed down the mountain from the wide front, ran across the snowfield and attacked the town. In an instant, the cavalry got into the sea of fire and buried it in the thick smoke.

It's late! The bandits have fled and rushed into the air.

The town is a miserable scene, which is chilling.

In some places, the fire is about to go out, and several places are booming. The whole village is full of fire, and haystuffs and houses are burning. Cows, pigs, burn pieces, making a squeaking sound of oil bubbles, giving off a pungent, bitter and smelly smell.

Wow! The thatched houses that were burned through by the fire collapsed one by one, stretched out a stream of fire tongues with stars, sandwiched in the thick smoke, and swirled to the sky.

The burned and dead pigs and dogs are screaming strangely.

No one in the town put out the fire, and no one cried. Their whole body was like stones, clenched their fists, stared, and looked numbly at the ruthless fire in front of them devoured their hard-maintained home.

Li Xiang's teeth were soaring that he suddenly turned over and disobeyed his horse. He waved his hand and ordered, "Extinguish the fire! Get out of the fire!"

More than 600 soldiers tied their horses one after another and fought against the ruthless raging fire together.

Li Xiang was in a thick fire and checked the murder situation everywhere.

In the square in front of Xu's Chemadian in the center of the village, there was a big blood-stained gullable. The blood clot was condensed on the knife**, and the bodies of several people were bloody, fragmented and piled up next to the gull. Some have legs, some have waists, some have chests, and every body has no head.

Around this pile of quilted corpses, the remains of more than 20 victims were lying in a mess. There were old men, children, and most of them were women. It is obvious that these victims wanted to pounce on the gull to save their loved ones, or die for their loved ones, or to fight and be killed by random shooting.

Inside, there was a young woman who was peeled and wore only one pair of trousers. Her stomach was broken. Her internal organs were dragged out more than a dozen steps away. Her hair was loose, and her hands clenched her fists, as if she had been mutilated during a fight.

Next to the well platform 30 steps away, there was the body of a baby under the age of one. There was no gunshot wound or knife wound. Obviously, he was killed by a cruel bandit. He left his poor mother so tragically. Where is your mother? What about her fate?

Li Xiang took a few more steps forward, turned the corner of the wall, and saw a more shocking tragedy at a glance.

It is on the big willow tree next to the drinking horse well, wearing ears with wire and hanging nine bloody heads. The heads of these murdered people gritted their teeth and stared with anger, marking his hatred in his life. This hatred is still dead.

Next to the head, there is a large wooden board hanging on which nine words are written: "The end of the half-cut doll."

Li Xiang was so angry that his whole body was like an iron block. He turned around and walked to the knife.

Beside these slaughtered bodies, a large amount of charcoal, the body of an old lady, half fell into the fire. Below the stomach, it has been burned up with the charcoal, leaving only half of the chest and the white-haired head stained with black blood clots, as if it had been burned alive in the fire. Looking carefully, there was also a young child next to it. The charred ashes were emitting the last wisp of smoke, and half of the calves stretched out of the fire. Judging from the size of the foot, the child is only five or six years old.

There are more than 20 poles next to the ash, which are stained with red blood. After being dried by the fire, they burst into scaly blood clots. I don't know what strange punishment the bandits have done with it.

The fire was extinguished, and the whole village was already ashes. Broken bricks and tiles, covered in bitter smoke and stench.

People all over the village, some women fainted, some were stunned, and some were crazy. They gritted their teeth, stared straight, and spit out endless anger.

The militia march led by Zhang Fengyi finally arrived. The soldiers sorted out the bodies of the victims. They didn't need the villagers, because this scene was so terrible that they couldn't bear to let the masses see the tragic death of their relatives, neighbors and friends.

Li Xiang often taught them that the revolutionary army is the children of the people, and the people killed are like their own grandparents, parents, brothers and sisters, brothers and sisters-in-law, nephews and nieces. They were so careful to tidy up the corpses, afraid that they would accidentally hurt the wounds of the victims. They took off their military blanket and wrapped the body tightly.

The soldiers stood in a circle neatly against the victims and observed a moment of silence. Those girls are crying one by one.

They raised their hands, clenched their iron fists, excited and angry. More than 200 people made a voice: "Rest rest in peace! Fathers! We will definitely pay back this blood debt, and we will avenge this bloody blood to the death!"

Between heaven and earth, the sad cold wind also roared with the roar of the soldiers.

On the West Street, Li wanted to rub his red eyes with his hand while walking. There was an old man in his fifties staggering in front of him. The old man bent down and shouted, "Western Army! Butcher! ..." He was so sad and angry that he couldn't say any more. He just pointed to Xishan with his hand repeatedly.

Li Xiang's face is pale, and his heart is like a heavy piece of cold lead.

"Devil! A murderous robber! It's washed, it's washed! Alas! Oh, my God! Oh, my God!"

The people of the whole village have surrounded the soldiers.

"Pear friends! Relatives! We want to complain, complain..."

Li Xiang also just commanded the soldiers to put out the fire and bury the bodies of the victims. The people have treated them as relatives from here. Tears welled up in the thousands of eyes of the crowd and began to pour out the scene of suffering to them.

Li wanted to look at these suffering people and tried very hard to restrain his anger, especially the bloody scrolls, which were always attacking his reason, and his expression was obviously in a trance.

Li Xiang looked up and looked around. In the sad and angry crowd, a white-haired old lady in a thin ragged shirt, staring straight, with her hands open, and said like crazy: "My son is gone! It's gone... My daughter-in-law is gone, it's gone... Oh, my God! Who will retire? Who will retire... You say it! Say..."

A middle-aged woman with tears in her eyes, holding a child about two years old in her arms. The child's little face snuggled close to his mother's neck, staring at the two big eyes of fear and ignorant. Looking at his mother's face, the mother's tears fell on the child's frozen red face. There were three older children beside her legs, kneeling beside her legs and holding her mother's legs tightly. For a while, he raised his head and looked at his mother with sensible eyes; for a moment, he rubbed his little face with his little hands, wiped his tears, and swallowed in a low voice, and did not dare to cry.

Li Xiang turned his eyes and saw a young girl standing beside him. Her eyes were desolate, her hair was scattered, and she stared at the ground as if she were frozen, and her eyes did not turn. There was a five- or six-year-old boy swiveled in front of her, and she surrounded him with her own skirt. The child cried and looked at her face from time to time, crying in a low voice, "Sister! Sister! Mom and Dad didn't..." The child cried so loudly that he couldn't say any more. The sister quickly lowered her head to wipe her brother's tears, but her own tears had dripped on her brother's head and face.

Seeing this miserable scene, Li wanted to be silent in anger, and the soldiers were also silent in anger, brewing dangerous emotions. Only the vulnerable girls cried the saddest.

Li Xiang glanced at the desolate scene in front of him with great sadness.

Zhang Fengyi stood on the wind outlet outside the town, holding the command knife inserted on the ground with both hands, and staring at the distance with dull and focusless eyes. His expression was very heartbreaking, and the bleak cold wind made his hair fly in a mess.

"Why is it like this? Li Shuai? Why is it like this?" Zhang Fengyi turned around and looked at Li Xiang faintly. Her dark eyes couldn't stop rolling down tears.

"..." Li Xiang didn't know how to comfort the governor of Shaanxi. To be honest, he still needs someone to comfort him now.

"I didn't expect... I didn't expect..." Zhang Fengyi choked and looked up to the sky and sighed again: "Ma Jiajun is so cruel that he killed so many innocent civilians!"

Li Xiang's heart suddenly seemed to be stuffed with something.

Zhang Fengyi, who was a talented student, trembled violently, knelt to the ground with a plop and cried loudly.

Li wanted to look up at the sky. Dou Da's tears quietly fell from his eyes. A sacred mission broke out in his throat that was about to suffocate, and he sang the "Ryi yong Army March"!

Soldiers consciously sing together! The surging songs echoed over the whole town. Today, this majestic national anthem has become a lament to appease the lost souls, leading one sigh after another over the vast northwest.

Inside and outside the town, there was an earth-shaking roar! We don't want to be slaves!

"Let's go now!" Li wanted to say to Zhang Fengying, "Chasing the enemy!"

Zhang Fengyi slowly got up from the ground and gave a military salute to Li Xiang with a solemn face.

Courage recovered on Zhang Feng's face again. After a hard nod, the talented student who was studying abroad strode to his subordinate militia soldiers, and his shouts immediately sounded into a piece.