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There are so many beautiful scenery in Qilin Mountain in autumn. It feels like you are in a fairy tale world along the way. Golden chrysanthemums and fiery red morning glories are competing to bloom their handsome smiling faces. The maple leaves are like flames. The flowers in spring are even redder.
Walking halfway up the mountain, Huang Mao suddenly stopped and said softly: "There is someone in front." The mistress widened her eyes and scanned carefully, and sure enough, she saw a vague figure moving on the path down the mountain.
The two of them bent down alertly and approached slowly. They saw clearly that there were more than ten people at the foot of the mountain, including men and women, old and young, dressed in all kinds of strange ways. The person starting with
is a middle-aged man with long eyebrows and fine eyes, a fair face, and a mustache on his lips. He is very well-dressed and elegant. He wears a purple satin robe with the cuffs rolled up, revealing two snow-white sleeves. The women wore kimono suits and walked very interestingly. The steps were small and dragging, but very fast. Unlike ordinary women, the white headscarves were wrapped around their heads and shone in the sun...
These people were walking and stopping. , take out a piece of paper from time to time to write and write. Huang Mao is a small man but has a big heart. Seeing that these people are strangers he has never seen before, he thought to himself: "I heard from my godfather that there are many bad people outside. What are the intentions of these people coming here?"
Huang Mao and Xiao Sanzi met The whereabouts of these people were unknown and they did not dare to disturb them, so they returned to the village.
After hearing Huang Mao’s report, Xie Wendong quickly led more than a dozen gangsters down the mountain.
Huang Mao led the way and soon reached the foot of the mountain. But everyone could only vaguely find a few footprints, and there was not even half a human figure.
There is a row of ants on the footprints, one after another passing by.
Some of them hold food in their mouths, some hold leaves and mud, some are dozens of times larger than their bodies, and some are more than ten times heavier. They walked like this one after another, busy and busy, but their steps were not chaotic at all and their posture was high-spirited.
Occasionally, another lone ant walked towards me, seemingly coming to support me. When I met another ant walking towards the nest, they both stopped for a moment, their tentacles rubbed against each other, and everyone stopped. After a pause, they went their separate ways and were busy with their own affairs.
They walked with their backs to each other, but their thoughts were conveyed.
Xie Wendong squatted down and looked at them with interest, observing them.
Xie Wendong suddenly raised his head and said: "They may be Japanese. Recently, many Japanese reclamation groups have come to various parts of the Northeast. Under the banner of reclamation, they either buy land under false pretenses, or simply fight openly and forcibly occupy it. It is said that in Wolong Mountain, there are The land of more than 2,000 farmers was occupied by the reclamation group. Unfortunately, these people had to be displaced. Many people died of starvation on the way to escape. "
Everyone was surprised: "Japanese?"
Xie Wendong stood up and said bitterly: "Yes. Yes! The Northeast is vast and sparsely populated, and there are plenty of wastelands, meadows, and mountains open to cultivation. These Japanese villains are unwilling to make great efforts to open up wasteland, but they come to seize our good land. We have to go even further and divide the forest to prevent us from going up the mountain to cut wood. Anyone who dares to cut wood will be shot. I heard that when the villagers in Hulin County went up to the mountain to cut wood, they shot and killed eight people."
Xie Wendong became more and more excited as he spoke, and suddenly his voice dropped, and his sharp voice was as calm and sad as fallen leaves in late autumn: "This gang of Japanese bad guys robbed and extorted money, acted arrogantly, oppressed our people, and even raped our sisters. They thought they were in the Northeast. You can be unbridled and lawless. "
The wind passed through the clouds, the mountains, and the world. When I came here for a while, a dead leaf was blown down and kept tumbling and dancing in the wind.
Wherever the wind blows, it follows. It can neither choose a direction nor stop.
Isn’t it true that some people’s lives are the same, like these branches and leaves, being manipulated by fate?
After returning to the mountain, Xie Wendong held a banquet. After drinking for three rounds, he picked up the chopsticks and bowl on the table and used his chopsticks. He knocked on the bowl and sang loudly:
"Swear to go and enter the Mountain of Swords!
You are so powerful that you can pass a thousand levels."
The passion is unlimited, the man is arrogant, and even hell comes alone!
I broke into the tiger and leopard den on purpose. When will I return?
It’s hard to be drunk for a thousand days, but it’s relatively late now.
is willing to have a drink with you.
Gathering and separation are held in mind. Don't forget the friendship, don't keep the noble spirit forever, it's not too late to get to know each other again in the future. "
The song is over and the wine is empty. Xie Wendong put down the bowls and chopsticks and selected more than a dozen good men to go down the mountain.
These people are all his confidants and dead soldiers.
There are not many people, but they are all elite.
A few days later, they returned to the mountain.
It turned out that they attacked the Reclamation Corps and killed more than 20 people.
Unexpectedly, the Reclamation Corps was a family of Japanese veterans, and every family had guns. , can shoot, and have strong combat effectiveness.
After a bloody battle, Xie Wendong's gang won, but they also paid a bloody price. Everyone was injured, with Xie Wendong being the most seriously injured, but he recovered quickly.
He healed 70% of the wounds that took thirty days.
He healed the fastest because of his fighting spirit.
Fate is not controllable. It can be grasped.
Some people are born into the homes of high-ranking officials. They have fewer twists and turns, avoid many mistakes, and have many more opportunities and support, but this does not mean that they will be happy and happy throughout their lives.
Rich people. It does not necessarily mean that you are happy; noble people may not necessarily be happy. There are many rich and wealthy people in the world who live an unhappy life.
Happiness is not a goal, but a kind of life process. Feelings. People can't control their destiny, but they can change it with strong fighting spirit.
Only those who are not afraid of death deserve to have such fighting spirit.
