Qingsong excitedly rubbed his big hand and comforted Mr. Zhang later. "Don’t worry, sir!" In my opinion, the comrades of the Zhejiang-Jiangxi Special Committee and Yiyang County Committee must have received the news of our arrest and will try their best to rescue us. "
Mr. Zhang naidi holds his glasses. "It’s all my fault for my lack of vigilance. The contact was destroyed. If I don’t find something unusual, you will be in jail with me."
"No, no! Speaking of which, the biggest mistake I made was that I was too careless and the pony died unjustly! " Qingsong’s eyes are red.
"Shh … Be small!"
Mr. Zhang looked around at the prisoners holding glasses and slowly leaned back against the mottled stone wall behind him and closed his eyes for a while. He opened his eyes again. "Fortunately, our identity has not been exposed. If Mr. Chen Shulai’s news is good, the team will definitely call in these two days. The urgent thing is to get them to attack Rao as soon as possible. At the same time, we should be prepared to step up contact and encourage the reliable class brothers in the prison to tell everyone that it is better to unite and let go and get out of the cage to do the revolution vigorously."
"white"
Pine said and turned around and quietly moved to the edge of the grating and silently looked at the middle-aged jailer who was cleaning up the barrel outside the grating.
The middle-aged jailer seems to have picked up the barrel outside the cell next door and hung it on the pole. Then he slowly turned around and took the opportunity of squatting to tidy up the barrel. After the middle-aged jailer left, Qingsong returned to Mr. Zhang to report low.
At dusk, the light in the cell gradually dimmed, and the iron gate outside the cell once again picked up two barrels of rice bran and vegetable skin porridge. The middle-aged jailer came into the cell slowly, and the scene of the prisoners wailing and swearing and fighting for food was repeated again.
After the noise, the cell slowly calmed down after the noise as in the afternoon. The young man committed a crime after Mr. Zhang took care of him, drank a bowl of steaming porridge with difficulty, and finally made a hoarse voice with swollen eyelids. "Thank you …"
Mr. Zhang was one leng and immediately helped the young criminals who wanted to hold themselves up. "Don’t thank we are both unhappy — to the sky’s end, haha! Just wake up, just wake up! "
On the other side, Qingsong picked up a bowl of turbid soup and enthusiastically handed it to the young man’s mouth. "Drink, little brother, this is specially for you to leave you weak and have a good rest. It is estimated that the day will feel better."
The young man was still warm after drinking more than half a bowl of rice soup with vegetable leaves, so Mr. Zhang pressed it to the straw and lay down. "Little brother, your surname Wu lives in Wujiacun, Huanggu Town, north of the city, right?"
The young man stared at the gentle Mr. Zhang and couldn’t answer a word.
When Mr. Zhang saw this, he smiled kindly. "Don’t panic. I just heard about you. I know that you are an oppressed and poor brother. You were framed and imprisoned for offending the local tyrants and evil gentry in Huanggu Town. I wonder what brother Wu’s name is?"
"My name is Wu Ming"
Young criminals answer almost consciously.
Mr. Zhang leng a "name? Oh, your name is Wu. It’s an interesting name, isn’t it? "
"Remember’ Ming’"
Wu Ming said that he immediately found that it didn’t seem right to want to sit up in a panic, but the slightest movement involved all the pain and scars and he couldn’t help shivering.
Mr. Zhang quickly leaned over to help Wu Ming sit against the wall and put a small bundle of straw on his side behind his waist. "My little brother has never heard of * * in Huanggu Town, and even the whole Rao Jing has never heard of * * revolting, but you should not have been brought in because of complicity. What’s going on? Can you tell me?"
Wu Ming tried to sort out the chaotic memories that kept popping up in his mind when he woke up. It was hard to believe this incredible scene before him. He was taken to prison before, but he didn’t know how to explain everything.
He was planted and imprisoned because he was too rigid, or because he cautiously refused to sign the project supervision report, thus angering the powerful corruption gang. But he was put into a police car and escorted to a place called Pan Yang Detention Center, which is definitely not this dirty cell!
In his memory, although the facilities of Pan Yang Detention Center are rudimentary, the walls of the cell made of concrete are inlaid with tiles, and the iron fence is of good quality. The walls are equipped with surveillance cameras, the ceiling has an explosion-proof lamp, and there are rough toilets and faucets in the corner … Yes! And those prison bullies who beat themselves every day appear from time to time outside the iron window and ignore the scum of the police, but this is by no means a dirty prison like a pigsty, and there is no such a large group of prisoners in rags.
Everything in front of me made Wu Ming awake and horrified. I don’t know if I want to break my head. In the end, I only closed my eyes and groaned with the help of straw.
"alas! It hurts badly. "
With a sigh, Mr. Zhang can stop Qingsong from breaking the cloth together and carefully "faint" Wu Ming to wipe the bleeding wound.
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The next morning, the prisoners in the cell were still asleep, and they had already woken up. Wu Ming gawked at the dark top of his head and thought hard. He didn’t find that Mr. Zhang and Qingsong were lying beside him, waiting for the upheaval in fear.
The first male rooster crowed and just stopped in the distance. The secret gun was only half a bowl of tea and kung fu. Suddenly, the gun sounded like a bean outside the cell. Five frightened jailers hurried back in with lanterns, pulling the bolt in the screams of the prisoners, which scared the prisoners into a mess.
"Boom-"
After the violent flash of the grenade, nearly half of the prisoners were shocked by the deafening explosion and cried out sadly, "Crack!" A few torches flew from the gun. In an instant, the jailer was knocked down, but most of them rushed in. Two attackers were also attacked by the jailer, who knocked down the gun and missed the bullet. Cracking and bumping in the cell stone wall provoked a series of sparks.
In the chaos, a piece of straw in the first cell was lit, and the whole room was suddenly illuminated. A residual jailer suddenly retreated to the iron fence in the second cell and pulled the bolt in a hurry to quickly load the bullet.
The original pine, who had been squatting beside Wu Ming, suddenly pounced on the prison bars, and it was about to end the gun and launch the jailer. Two big black hands crossed the gap in the bars, locked and resisted the jailer’s neck, roared and suddenly tore the jailer’s head.
Two blood arrows "poof, poof, poof, poof, poof, poof, poof, poof, poof, poof, poof, poof, poof …
Chapter 100 Weapons Deprivation Plan
The gun stopped, and the panic in the cell rang into a smoke billowing away. The pungent smoke was mixed with thick blood and suffocating. The prisoners were handcuffed and shackled in a hurry, and nearly 100 people were rescued. Mr. Zhang and the Red Guards commanded a hasty escape.
Wu Ming was helped by two inmates, and finally walked out of the hellish cell with blood on the beach. The dazzling sunlight blinded people.
The red clay ground in the courtyard is littered with strange dead bodies, with their heads blown off by guns, their chests and bellies pierced by broadswords, and one with a ferocious head cut by broadswords. Wu Ming failed to catch his breath, and the city came crying and billowing smoke again.
With the rapid arrival of several knife-holders, the yard was in a daze, and Wu Ming was caught in the crowd and ran all the way to the west. After escaping from the west gate, he continued to run along the pond and rushed straight to the front of the Wangjiashan ancestral temple before stopping breathing.