Revolution 1938

Xiongjiagou, there are many places with this name in Shaanxi, but they all have a common feature, that is, there is either coal or iron underground in these places.Moreover, there will be a stockade with a high wall in these places, and on the top of the stockade there will be a stockade flag with a picture of a violent bear.However, the Xiongjiagou we are going to talk about today is in the north of Liushui Town, in a valley near the lake.

The sun had already set, and the Xiongjiagou, which was at the bottom of the ravine, had already reached the point where you couldn't see your fingers. If you didn't look up and see a trace of fish belly in the sky above your head, everyone would think it was already late at night.

But today's Xiongjiagou is brightly lit. Not only is the big stockade full of electric lights that were brought in not long ago, but even a torch is lit on the village road outside the stockade just a few meters away.Guide all the merchants who come to Xiongjiagou.

"Boss, what's the situation? Welcome us?"

"Don't talk nonsense, do you think it's possible? Hurry up, shopkeeper Wang seems to have customers here today, maybe we can grab some good food together!"

"okay!"

Hearing that there was something delicious, the man driving the cart was very excited, and he whipped the horse loudly. The slow-moving horse also regained energy, and the suddenly sped-up cart let Xiao Li Shinichi staggered and almost fell.Fortunately, there are a lot of people coming and going on this village road, and the road surface has long been crushed with potholes, so the big car can't run fast, otherwise I don't know what the result will be.

After a while, everyone entered the stockade, and shopkeeper Wang rushed out to receive them.At this time, everyone knew that the owner of the village, Mr. Xiong, was entertaining the executives of American foreign firms in the village today, which is why it was so grand.

But also because of this, shopkeeper Wang can only take everyone to the side hall to eat and drink first. As for the business, of course, we have to wait for Mr. Xiong to finish talking with the American people. Wait.

At this time, Xiaoli Shinichi was cold and hungry, running around all the way, the place on his body that didn't feel much pain was now unbearable like a needle prick, and he couldn't help snorting.

"Shut up, piggy! Damn, I can only drink the northwest wind in order to watch you."

At this moment, hearing Ogasa Shinichi's grunt, a man guarding them outside kicked him to vent his dissatisfaction.

As a Taiwanese who can speak Japanese and has lived on international cargo ships for a long time, Ogasa Shinichi can only express his dissatisfaction with a mixture of Japanese and English swear words.Anyway, these country people can't understand their own foreign language, and speaking Chinese will only increase their pain.

While cursing, the same thick male voice with a California accent came out from the corner of the yard not far away.

Following the words, a bearded Westerner turned out from the other side of the woods, holding a glass of red wine in his hand.

Just as he yelled, the big man guarded him with the butt of his gun, causing one of his teeth to spit out on the mud.

"Sir, hitting someone is bad behavior, not to mention you might be hitting an American, I will ask Councilor Xiong to convict you!"

While speaking, the foreigner came over in a calm and dissatisfied manner. Following his words, the owner of the village, Mr. Xiong, shopkeeper Wang and others all came over to see what happened.

"What's going on? What's going on? Shopkeeper Wang!"

At this time, I saw a group of poor people being tied up and driven to the corner of the yard, and there were unknown men guarding them with guns.Councilor Xiong immediately called Shopkeeper Wang and asked.

"Master, is this the piglet sent by Brother Hu?"

"Piggy? Why are you still a fake foreign devil?"

"Master, I'll ask! Go, quickly call Brother Hu and the others."

Seeing that something went wrong, shopkeeper Wang immediately called his servants to call over the men who were drinking in the side hall.And at this moment, the foreigner with the wine just now had chatted with Xiaoli Shinichi in English for a while, and then walked up to Mr. Xiong and said.

"Dear Mr. Xiong, it seems that your subordinates have caught the wrong person. Which gentleman just now is a Japanese-American. I have confirmed it, so I will not sell our country's citizens as piglets. Let our ambassador protest to your Generalissimo Chiang."

"Misunderstanding, it's really a misunderstanding. These are not my subordinates. Don't worry, I will let them release them immediately and give them adequate compensation. Don't worry, Mr. Smit."

As he said that, Mr. Xiong's fat face without a chin was already as black as a sauce.He stomped his feet and asked his shopkeeper to arrange release.

At the same time Mr. Xiong was jumping and scolding his mother, another tall and thin young Westerner walked up to the bearded man with a drink.

"Mr. Smit, what's the matter?"

"He is a Japanese, and it seems that he has lived in the United States. I just asked about it. It is said that he escaped from the Pu Haigong Army, and then fell into the hands of human traffickers. I just reached an agreement with him. He Willing to tell us the history of Pu Haigong, but ask us to protect him from leaving the country."

"Oh, the Puhai Army? So in other words, we don't need to go to Yan'an through Congressman Xiong?"

"Go, always go, but it is always right to have some other sources of information. Besides, isn't it our national policy to oppose human trafficking!"

Hearing what the bearded Smit said, the young American looked at the farmer in front of him in surprise, then shrugged and laughed, and touched the red wine glasses in each other's hands.

"It's a pleasure to hear Mr. Smit from the South say that."

"Really, that means that our freedom in America has gone a step further, cheers!"

"cheers……!"

Not to mention Xiaoli Shinichi, who is expected to escape from birth, at this time, in the Dongguan Cathedral in Sanyuan County, not far north of Xi'an City, a man covered in wounds, with almost no trace of good flesh visible in his body, is opening his eyes. eyes.

"Well... where is this? Am I in hell?"

The man struggled to focus on his blood-smeared eyes. Against the red background, a bright picture of the birth of the Son slowly appeared in front of his eyes.

"Jesus! You are finally willing to accept me, it seems that I should be in heaven!"

The wounded man tried his best to raise his head, and looked around him with his blood-red eyes.It was discovered that it was a church, and it was a church with a Chinese architectural style.

"God, it seems that you still haven't abandoned your people. I, Lu Shenjin, will always keep you in my heart and spread your glory all the time."

Still a little confused, Young Master Lu thought he had ascended to heaven at this time. In New York, he often went to church to attend services in order to attract those pure beauties who sang hymns, so those prayer words had long been familiar by heart. Open your mouth and come.

At this moment, not far from the stretcher he was lying on, the door of a small room opened, and a man from the northwest walked out with his brows furrowed. He saw Young Master Lu, who was covered in injuries, sitting there looking at him , couldn't help frowning, but didn't make a sound, just bowed his head for a moment, and went out the door without looking back.

"It turned out to be a confession room! It really is heaven, even the ignorant Chinese people are so polite."

Thinking about the exaggeration of my whole life, all the bad things I did in my life, and then thinking about the ordeal not long ago, at this moment, Young Master Lu suddenly felt that he should also go into that small room and talk about it. As I said, as long as you repent, God will forgive you.

Thinking of this, Young Master Lu tried his best to prop up his body that was still tingling everywhere, and walked slowly towards the confession room. Doesn't it mean that there should be no more pain in heaven, why is it so painful now? Couldn't help crying out.

Entering the confession room, this is a small room less than one square meter, with a fine-grained wooden fence in the middle separating the two sides, and a vague black shadow can be seen faintly on the opposite side.Hearing that someone entered the confession room again, the opposite party was obviously a little confused, and asked in not very standard Chinese.

"Brother, what doubts do you have?"

Although the voice was not standard, Young Master Lu could hear the sincerity in it. The grievances of so many days suddenly emerged from the bottom of his heart, and the tears couldn't be controlled.

"Lord, I want to be honest. I'm not from this world. I should have lived in the 21st century. I should have lived a comfortable life. I should have run boats and picked up girls. I should have enjoyed the bustling New York life. , and should not suffer in Northwest China in the 30s."

Hearing Young Master Lu talking about the shoes, the black shadow on the opposite side was obviously taken aback, and then spoke slowly in Oxford accented English.

"My child, the Lord is omnipotent. As long as you are willing to speak, the Lord will listen. The Lord will guide you. The Lord will forgive your mistakes. The Lord will give you peace of mind. Say, child."

At this time, Young Master Lu could no longer control his emotions. He went to New York at the age of 15 and started wasting his family's money like a beanbag. He said that he came to this era with the Labor Party and suffered such a series of bad luck. Everything, everything is said.Although there are some contradictions before and after, and some nonsense, but basically he has said all the bad things he has done in his life.

At this time, the black shadow on the other side was silent, and there was no other words except the rustling sound of the record in his hand. Today's confessor has exceeded his imagination, and he can clearly tell that this young man is Pu Hailai. He was a member of the Labor Party army, but he was not a combatant, but a sailor.

But what he said, the scenes in New York, and the so-called time travel made her completely incomprehensible. Although as a priest he should not record what the confessor said, another duty on his body required him to do this...

The confession lasted for a long time, and the priest finally finished recording all the content, and the young man next door had stopped talking for a long time. At first, the priest thought that the other party just needed to stop and rest, but the long silence made the listening priest very curious, calling After several times of no response, the priest opened the door on his side and walked to the opposite side.

Opening the door of the confession room, the priest found that the young man who had been eloquent just now had no breath at all. Perhaps he had spoken out about his sins. This man was picked up by him from the wilderness outside. His whole body was naked and his body was already injured. The serious young man finally returned to the arms of the Lord.

The priest could only sigh in the end, and then called the church workers to prepare a thin coffin to bury the young man in the cemetery behind the church, and he himself, after arranging the funeral, picked up the record just now, stepped on Cycling in the direction of Xi'an...

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