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About two hours later, Xiangding and Shi Shiguang personally led their subordinates back to Golden Dragon Street. They seemed to be very tired as they followed behind Shi Shiguang, who was riding a tall horse.
On the street, Shi Shiguang's younger brother, nicknamed One-Eyed Dragon, was also Shi Shiguang's adjutant, Shi Shirong. The soldiers who followed him fired a few shots into the sky to celebrate the victorious return of the guerrillas. Amid the gunshots, he hung the head of a person he had personally cut off on a big banyan tree on the street. There was also a piece of white paper hanging on it. This was the outcome of being a guerrilla!
This was another excellent tactic that Shi Shiguang had used to make an example out of others!
More and more people gathered to watch the show. As they watched, some of them kept spitting, and some were even vomiting. Most of them were discussing as they watched.
…God knows if he is a guerrilla or not. There is no sign of a guerrilla on his forehead. Maybe if he can't catch a guerrilla, he will cut off his head and pretend to be a guerrilla…A middle-aged man snorted and walked away disdainfully after saying this.
I thought so too: guerillas are not stupid pigs, sticking out their long necks for them to cut-they are all smart! an old man added and walked away.
Ah Tao had long blended into the crowd. Instead of watching the show, he was more like probing. Was the head cut off by Shi Shiguang the head of a guerrilla? He looked left and right, but he could not figure it out because he had only seen the leader of the reconnaissance team, two scouts, a guard, and a deputy captain. How many people could a guerrilla detachment have? Could he tell who this person looked like? However, after listening to the words of the middle-aged man and the old man, he carefully examined them and felt that this person's face was a little similar to the person who had come to tell the secret. So, he returned to the Mo family's warehouse and told his father about this idea. His father said,"You said he looks like Li Changqiu?"
Ah Tao said,"Yes, the more I look at it, the more it looks like it." Father, can you go there and see for yourself?
With that, the father and son went to the big banyan tree and observed it carefully. Finally, his father said,"Yes, it's Li Changqiu's head." Li Changqiu was the son of Li Dingren, the head of security. He was clearly the one who came to report the case. How did he become a guerrilla? What was going on?
Back at the warehouse, his father said to Tao," As long as they were not guerillas, who cared! Hurry up and install the chopping board. It's getting late!
While he was busy, an old man came into the Mo family's back door, sobbing. This person had a green handkerchief on his head and was dressed like a mountain man. He was none other than Li Dingren, the father of Li Changqiu, a villager from Nongchutun.
He jogged to Mo Rongting's office and said with snot and tears in his eyes," My son died unjustly! My son died so unjustly…sob sob…
Mo Rongting couldn't change his mind for a moment and said anxiously, Don't cry, speak slower! What was going on?
I'm not familiar with the new mayor and Deputy Director Shi Shiguang. I only know you. I asked my son, Li Changqiu, to report the case to you. He jogged home after reporting the case. When they arrived at the village entrance, the soldiers of the village and Shi Shiguang surrounded them from the east, west, and north. At that time, for some reason, the guerrilla detachment had already withdrawn from the village, and the people in the village had all fled. The troops of the village guards and Shi Shiguang had missed. They didn't give up. They searched the entire village, but other than dozens of chickens and ducks, they didn't see a single guerrilla. When I left the village, I saw my son, Li Changqiu, walking over. An officer pointed at my son, Li Changqiu, and said," He was a guerrilla, he was a guerrilla! With that, a few people surrounded my son and forced him to his knees, wanting to behead him. My son repeatedly said,"I was the one who reported the news on the street. That's why Boss Mo brought your men here. Don't kill me!" Don't kill me!
Before he could finish his sentence, my son's head was cut off by that officer…At that time, you and Shi Shiguang were commanding at the west end of the village. You didn't see this scene! I was hiding in a clump of bitter bamboos by the village and saw it clearly! -- Sob…My son, he died so unjustly! My son, he died so unjustly! Wuuu…
Alright! Your son is also considered to have sacrificed himself for the party and the country. Don't cry and whine. It's so annoying! Seeing that you have contributed to the country and sacrificed a son, I will talk to the township government and Director Shi. At most, I will reward you with a few hundred silver dollars. How about it? Don't bother me with crying anymore, ah!
Ah Tao's father, who was standing outside the office, heard the crying and the conversation clearly. Returning to Ah Tao's side, he quietly smiled and said to Ah Tao, That's great! Shi Shiguang and Mo Rongting had once again shot themselves in the foot!
Yes, it was. That's great! Ah Tao was so happy that he jumped up. He had killed two people, but they were not guerrillas, but their own people!
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A few days passed. Boss Mo also sent a message to Longjitun, saying that there was a large number of ironwood chopping boards to be shipped to the county town, and that all the horses in the village had to participate in the transportation. The next day, after breakfast, sixteen horses carried their owners and kicked up a cloud of dust as they raced towards Golden Dragon Street.
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