Chapter 3: sacrifice

Chapter 3 Sacrifice

“Gun!”

“We’re going to kill someone!”

“Mummy! Mummy! Mummy!”

“Nanny! Nanny! Nanny!”

The scene was in chaos.

Looking at the number of enemies surrounding him, Lao Liao knew that it would be difficult for him to break through.

“Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding!”

The tram is approaching.

Lao Liao raised his head and glanced. The tram would arrive at the station in half a minute at most.

Cheng Qianfan will get out of the car and join us.

"Although Comrade Huo Miao is young, he is an old comrade with rich experience in struggle. He should be able to restrain himself and not be reckless and impulsive!"

‘Huo Miao’ is Cheng Qianfan’s code name.

However, Lao Liao knew that in this case, even if Comrade Huo Miao glanced this way one more time, or had something wrong with his expression, it would attract the enemy's attention.

The most important thing is that he is Comrade Huo Miao's single line of contact. He was arrested. According to organizational discipline, Comrade Huo Miao must be transferred immediately.

This has nothing to do with Comrade Huo Miao's trust that he can withstand the enemy's torture. This is organizational discipline.

"Old Liao, Comrade Huo Miao is very important. We must protect him."

This is what the superior comrade Zhulin said when he arranged for him to be the liaison person of Huo Miao. He held his hand with both hands and gave special instructions.

At the end of last year, the Shanghai Special Branch Organization was destroyed by the enemy and suffered heavy losses. Comrade "Zhulin" was also unfortunately arrested and died heroically.

This is the last task given to him by Comrade "Zhulin".

Lao Liao understood what Comrade "Zhu Lin" meant, not only to protect "Huo Miao"'s life safety, but also to protect "Huo Miao's" legitimate identity.

In such a cruel struggle situation, it is very valuable for the organization to have such a comrade with an innocent fortune who has penetrated into the concession patrol room and can withstand the enemy's scrutiny.

Lao Liao touched the bottle of wine in his hand.

His eyes sparkled with determination.

From the first day he joined the revolution, he put his own life and death aside.

This situation has appeared in his mind countless times.

He is already mentally prepared.

If he cannot escape, he will not hesitate to sacrifice his life at the last moment to limit the danger to himself.

Must not threaten the security of the party organization.

As of now, the safety of Comrade Huo Miao must not be threatened.

Lao Liao suddenly took it into his arms.

“Be careful, the old man has a gun!”

Snapped!

Snapped!

One of the team members opened fire first, and one shot hit Lao Liao in the chest.

“Asshole, who asked you to shoot!”

“Catch alive.”

Wang Kangnian and his men rushed downstairs angrily.

He is now 100% sure that this old man is here to contact the Red Party today.

“Save people! Stop the bleeding!”

This old man cannot die.

 Cheng Qianfan had just gotten out of the car when he heard a gunshot.

His heart suddenly rose to his throat.

Amidst the screams, the crowd at the scene and the passengers getting off the bus were in chaos, and the crowd scrambled to escape.

Cheng Qianfan hid in the crowd, and using the cover of the crowd, he glanced towards the place where the gunshots were fired.

There were two more snaps.

“Old Liao?!”

Although it was just a quick glance, Cheng Qianfan was extremely sure of that familiar figure. The hunched old man who was shot and fell to the ground was the old party member who was about to join him and his loyal comrade on the revolutionary road, Lao Liao.

Cheng Qianfan's heart suddenly hit the bottom.

“Old Liao!”

In the gap between the crowd, his eyes met Lao Liao lying on the ground.

An agent was holding Lao Liao's chest firmly, trying to stop the flowing blood.

The dark red blood, as if it could not wait to moisten the soil, condensed into a small **** mire behind Lao Liao.

Cheng Qianfan's eyes turned red.

Old Liao's body twitched, and he used his last strength to turn his head away from looking there. When he turned his head, there was a smile in the corners of his old eyes.

Wang Kangnian was moved in his heart and raised his eyes to look over.

But all I saw were ordinary people in a mess.

No suspicious persons were found.

As early as when Wang Kangnian was moved, Cheng Qianfan took advantage of the chaos and quickly turned around, hiding himself among the fleeing citizens.

He walked quickly and bent slightly to protect the bottle of wine in his hand, as if the bottle of wine was Lao Liao lying on the ground bleeding all over the ground.

Not far behind him, Lao Liao was lying there quietly.

his old body lying on the edge of the black and white platform steps, just like the white mountains and black waters of his hometown.

The blood is flowing and the rice wine flowing from the broken wine bottle is gathering...

Lao Liao had a smile on his face, as if to say: Old ladies and children, I have completed my mission and I am here to find you.

"That mother is evil!" Ding Naifei quickly touched all over Lao Liao's body and spat at the corpse, "This old man deceived us, he doesn't have a gun!"

Wang Kangnian’s face became increasingly gloomy when he heard this.

The old man’s move was to trick the action team members into shooting.

He is seeking death!

This person is willing to use his own life to protect the people he interacts with.

This can only show one thing, the person he protects is very, very important.

Such a big fish was missed like this. Wang Kangnian was so angry that he wanted to kill someone.

He turned around and slapped Ding Naifei.

“Trash!”

Du-du-du!

The patrolmen from the French Concession came late, blowing their whistles.

“Team leader, the patrol is here.” An action team member said anxiously.

The Party Affairs Investigation Office has no right to enforce the law in the French Concession, especially when guns were used this time and the matter became serious.

If caught by the police, the Frenchman will be happy to give them a look.

Wang Kangnian felt sad and angry. His country's territory was occupied by ghosts. It was euphemistically called leasing. It was really a shame for the soldiers of the party and the country.

Wang Kangnian first glanced at a team member in the corner, who had a camera hanging around his neck, and nodded to him.

Wang Kangnian breathed a sigh of relief, gritted his teeth and spat out one word, "Withdraw!"

A car braked suddenly and stopped.

Wang Kangnian took the team member and quickly got into the car. The driver immediately stepped on the accelerator and drove away.

The rest of the team members, led by Ding Naifei, fled in all directions and disappeared into complex alleys of various sizes.

Lu Dazhang, the inspector of Xiafei Road, ran over with a few patrol officers. He took a look at the body on the ground, muttered a curse, and arranged for someone to carry the body.

The crowd that had just fled gathered again. People were either watching numbly, some showed unbearable expressions, and some were pointing and talking...

“Old Liao, I will never let your blood be shed in vain.”

Cheng Qianfan's steps were brisk, but his heart was extremely heavy and sad.

Lao Liao's sacrifice made him very sad and angry.

At one moment, he almost couldn't help but rush in and try to rescue his comrades and comrades from the enemy's siege.

However, this idea was cruelly rejected by himself.

It’s not that he is cold-blooded.

Instead,

The living sometimes bear more burdens than the dead.

Every living person carries the expectations and entrustments of so many dead comrades!

This is the cruelty of underground work.

Watching your comrades sacrifice with your own eyes, but being unable to do anything but turn around and leave, it is such a cruel and painful torture.

Especially Lao Liao’s final decisive look, Cheng Qianfan will never forget it in his life:

Walk! Let’s go! Let’s go!

“Old Liao, go well. Maybe one day in the future, I will die in the hands of the enemy, and our Yama Temple will fight side by side again, and fight the man-eating Yama for another eight hundred rounds.

If I am lucky enough to live to the day of victory, I will definitely come to your grave with news of victory, drink with you, chat with you, and tell you:

We Chinese are not slaves to be treated like human beings!

We Chinese, stand up.

We Chinese people live a very good life..."

Cheng Qianfan was holding the wine and tried his best to keep his face calm and look normal.

He went to Wan Zhenxing braised vegetable restaurant and bought Wan's pig's trotters and fat and oily pig head meat.

Walking around, I bought another roasted chicken, half a catty of stinky tofu, roasted edamame beans, and two catties of fried vegetables.

Bought some salt-fried peanuts and pickles.

“An Fuli.” Cheng Qianfan waved and got into a rickshaw.

The rickshaw shuttles through the most prosperous downtown area of the French Concession. Modern girls wearing cheongsam are swaying with handbags on their wrists.

Wearing a top hat, old Koehler set up an easel, and beside him stood a little girl with adoring eyes.

The colorful Shanghai, with its singing and dancing birds, was now black and white in Cheng Qianfan's eyes.

The rickshaw driver ran hard, sweat dripping from the cold weather.

Cheng Qianfan also had tears on his cheeks.

Pulling down his hat to cover his sad eyes, Cheng Qianfan wiped his face, smiled, and hummed a tune, which was cheerful.

He couldn’t let anyone notice his sadness…

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