The War of Resistance

A whisper came from outside the door, saying, "Finally, these students have been caught!"

But the person who answered said, "You should watch carefully, don't let them run away, now the higher authorities are very strict about this matter."

"It's just some poor students who don't have a home, why should we take action?" said the first person.

"Don't you know, let alone a few poor students, you have to catch even a pig!

No sleep is allowed, and we will be relieved when they are transported out of Xi'an. "The person who answered the conversation before said again.

So he got a response.

Footsteps sounded, and the person who instructed had left, but at this moment the door opened without a sound, and a person poked his head into the room.

There is a lit kerosene lamp on the table in the middle of the room. Although it is dim, you can see the general situation in the room.

Just under the light of the kerosene lamp, there were a few pairs of shining angry eyes raised up and looking at the door. There was a sound of "whooping", it was the four students tied to the legs of the table who were struggling to vent their anger. The anger in my heart, among them are Zhang Xiaoyan and Leng Xiaozhi.

They wanted to talk, but their mouths were blocked by others.

"Be a student and be a student. You can study hard, but you can't get along with each other. You will die!" After the man cursed in a low voice, he retracted his head when he saw that there was nothing unusual in the room, and the door was silent. turned off.

Only four students, three men and one woman, were left in the room, tied to four table legs.

His hands and feet were bound, and his neck was blocked, unable to move or communicate.

Although the four students also struggled a few times, no matter who wanted to struggle, besides the heavy solid wood table, they still had the weight of the other three companions, so they could only calm down.

At this time, Leng Xiaozhi was also forced to be honest, but it was extremely uncomfortable to be honest.

Several of their students were tied to the table legs by someone's back, and they sat on the ground again. The table legs hurt her back, and the tied ropes strangled her again.

In desperation, Leng Xiaozhi could only divert his attention away from the uncomfortable feeling.

She first started to think about ways to escape, racking her brains, relying on her own life experience and all her imagination, but she couldn't find a way to escape.

In the end, she gave up, she! I know that this predicament cannot be overcome by my own ability.

How can there be hope when all is hopeless?

At this time, she thought of Shang Zhen, and her mood became contradictory.

Shang Zhen had already rescued her twice, so this time she encountered the issue of life and death again, it was only natural to think of Shang Zhen.

But the question is, will Shang Zhen miraculously appear in front of her again this time?

It's just that when she thought of Shang Zhenlai, although she had some hope in her heart, she immediately felt a pain in her heart.

She knew that Shang Zhen was still in Xi'an, just because her former good friend Li Yajuan went out in three days with five headaches, and when she came back, she told her happily that she was with Shang Zhen .

This made Leng Xiaozhi's heart torn apart.

If Shang Zhen wants to come, unless Li Yajuan finds out that these people are missing, even if Li Yajuan tells Shang Zhen, Shang Zhen is willing to save them, but where can such a big city of Xi'an find them?

This time, my little life is really over!

Fear, hope, resentment, hopelessness, all kinds of emotions were intertwined, and finally the pain of being tied up gradually disappeared. It was because her body had become numb, and Leng Xiaozhi hung her head like a prisoner fell asleep.

It was already midnight, and the entire city of Xi'an was already asleep.

The sound of a watchman's clapper can be heard on the long street.

Watchmen are an old profession, and their duty is to knock on the clapper to see if there is any water (fire). They don't care about other things. They are not patrolling policemen.

In fact, there is no need for the police in Chang'an City now. The streets are full of people from the Northeast Army, and the gangsters who used to commit crimes have stopped.

As the sound of bang bang got closer, an old watchman staggered out with a lantern in his left hand and a clapper, and the lantern left a long figure behind him.

As for any watchman, no one is too young, even with his dim old eyes, he can see the fire in the dark night, but after he walked a few steps, he suddenly found a person standing in front of him.

The old watchman hesitated for a moment, and then walked forward. For a lonely old man like him, who has neither money nor color, who would rob him and do what?

And just as he approached that person and picked up the lantern, he saw that it was a young man, and he was also a soldier.

Although the old watchman didn't believe that there were ghosts in this world, he subconsciously glanced at that person. Fortunately, that person had a shadow under the lamp.

Legend has it that ghosts have no shadow under the light.

"Master, I want to ask how to get to Jingfang Hutong?" At this moment the young soldier spoke.

It turned out to be a late night asking for directions.

The old watchman didn't ask why the young soldier asked himself the way in the middle of the night. He said "huh" and pointed to the front right: "Go forward, turn right at the second alley entrance."

"Thank you, sir!" said the young soldier, and then he turned and walked towards the entrance of the alley.

The old watchman stood where he was. He looked at the back of the young soldier leaving. After thinking for a while, he turned and left instead of continuing to patrol forward.

Although the opponent is a soldier, the old watchman never wants to worry about what the soldier does in the middle of the night, as long as the opponent is not a ghost, he can just knock on his own clapper, as long as there is no fire, it has nothing to do with him.

The old watchman was undoubtedly right, and just as he turned around, five more people emerged from an alley next to him, chasing the young soldier.

After a while, those six people appeared in the so-called Jingfang Hutong.

There was a faint light of a flashlight, which was covered with a cloth in front of the flashlight, and the light shone on a door.

"This is the one." A low voice came, it was Qian Chuan'er's voice.

"Turn off the flashlight." This time it was Shang Zhen who spoke.

Yes, Shang Zhen and the others really came to save people, and with Qian Chuan'er included, only six of them came.

Even now Qian Chuan'er is not sure, the female student who was kidnapped at the back door of the school must be Leng Xiaozhi, he just heard that "there are bad guys" sounds like Leng Xiaozhi.

But this kind of thing cannot be delayed, what if it is Leng Xiaozhi?

Qian Chuan'er followed the group of gangsters in front, and finally determined the place where those gangsters were locked up.

But having said that, the city of Xi'an is big, and most places have street lights at night, so Qian Chuaner asked the people on the side of the road to find out the exact location, which is the so-called Kaifang Hutong.

Then he hurried to the military camp outside Xi'an.

Qian Chuaner ran in a hurry, and he ran for an hour and a half on the way. When he got in touch with Shang Zhen and the others in the military camp, another half hour passed. There were six people in total, and they hurried back and arrived here. It was already midnight.

In the darkness, Shang Zhen stared at this closed place, which was a three-story building.

And there was still a faint light in a window on the second floor, "Maybe the person is there." Qian Chuan'er guessed in a low voice.

But at this moment Shang Zhen didn't answer, he stared at the window, as if he wanted to see what was going on inside.