Costume Mountains and Rivers

With two soft clicks, the locks of the handcuffs were unlocked. Mo Qinghe lost his support, leaned forward, and knelt on the ground with his hands on the ground. Before giving his stiff knees half a minute to relax, Mo Liu Chu Lian dragged and tugged, he staggered to the door, stopped suddenly, and looked back anxiously: "We just left like this, he doesn't know how angry he will be..."

Mo Liuchu looked anxious, and his thin lips trembled: "We intercepted the telegram, they will send you out of Beiping tomorrow morning, Shaoxuan, wake up, this is war, Shen will not protect you anymore!"

Mo Qinghe took a deep breath, feeling that the icy cold air sucked into her chest was particularly piercing, then she gritted her teeth and nodded.

He knew that he couldn't hesitate. As a spy who fell into the enemy's hands, every time he was "transferred", he might die silently, and every time he remained silent, he might pay the price of sacrifice. He couldn't bear the consequences.

The yard was very quiet, and the guards were lying in several secluded corners, all of them had their throats cut, and blood gushed out from the wound in their throats, staining a large area of ​​the land in front of them, and the blood stains looked black in the night Yes, like being poisoned.

Mo Liuchu turned his head and made a silent gesture to Mo Qinghe, took out two pistols from the guard, picked one and threw it to him. The two of them chose the backyard instead of going out the main gate for fear of encountering a sentry post. In the corner of the wall, relying on agility and lightness, like two lynxes, they climbed up the wall effortlessly, landed in the wormwood field outside the wall one after the other, and then started a midnight escape.

Contrary to what Mo Qinghe speculated earlier, this area is a natural prison, surrounded by dark fields, and the outline of mountains can be vaguely seen at the end, and there is no concealment condition at all.There is no one around, the night is blue and vast, without a single star, and above the head is a desolate moon, shining brightly on the world, the wormwood is silver, the stones are silver, and the breath is also white. The man ran all the way, sweating on his back, and being blown by the cold wind, his body shivered like a dead leaf.

There are no roads around at all, but fortunately there are no obstacles, and it can be said that there are roads everywhere. Mo Liuchu seems to have studied the direction in advance, and knows the direction of escape and the blind spot of the sentry. In the back, half an hour later, the small courtyard was left far behind, and a large sparse jujube forest appeared not far ahead, cast a deep shadow by the moonlight, and the two of them kept walking forward, half a person tall. The thorns tugged at the clothes of the people.

"Where are we?" Mo Qinghe asked out of breath.

"Beijiao, the place where you were imprisoned was originally Duan Qirui's quilt warehouse, but now it has been requisitioned by the Kuomintang Secret Service. Someone will come to pick us up when we leave this forest." Mo Liuchu replied without turning his head. .

"How are you comrades, has anyone been arrested?"

"They searched the school secretly and took away Li Mosheng, and there is no news of the rest." Mo Liuchu pushed aside the grass with both hands, trying hard to overcome the thorns, "Yun Yang heard that you were arrested, and made a big fuss with Shen, It was almost a street fight with the guards, and everyone heard the news that something was wrong, so they tried to move as much as possible."

Mo Qinghe felt deeply guilty, but he knew that now was not a good time to discuss success or failure, so he kept silent. Mo Liuchu turned his head and showed a bitter smile: "It's because our vigilance is too low, and we have been targeted by the Japanese for a long time. ,Do not blame you."

Before the words fell, the two of them suddenly pricked up their ears, and turned to the direction they came from together on guard. They saw messy flashlights shining outside the woods, and they were shooting forward aimlessly. The number, it can be seen that there are many people.

Mo Liuchu's face was drained of blood in an instant, and he growled, "Run, run, they are chasing you!"

Without a moment's hesitation, the two rushed towards the depths of the woods. Mo Qinghe had injuries on his body, soaked in salt and sweat, and felt his whole body was itchy and stinging like a knife cut, but he didn't dare to stop. The young jujube trees retreated one by one in the field of vision, the wormwood scraped his cheeks, the wind whistled past his ears, his chest was like a raging fire, blown up and down by the bellows, he heard himself The sound of breathing, but the escape is futile, the light spots behind are getting brighter and brighter, the horseshoes are flying across the grass, mixed with one or two whistles, and they are galloping towards this side with lightning speed !

Mo Qinghe stopped and whispered to Mo Liuchu: "It's the cavalry, it's too late!"

Mo Liuchu understood, put the pistol by his ear, loaded the bullet with a click, and said softly to Mo Qinghe: "If you fight them, you won't be arrested even if you die!"

Mo Qinghe then pulled out his pistol, turned around sharply, and faced the cavalry team that was getting closer and closer, the light of the flashlight dazzled people's eyes, but the moment he was about to pull the trigger, he saw the leader The man was wearing a black cloak, his figure and movements were very familiar, he leaned slightly, his brows were deeply furrowed, and his eagle-like eyes were staring straight at Mo Qinghe!

The sound of horseshoes was already ringing in my ears, and the fierce horse was snorting impatiently. Mo Qinghe was drained of strength in an instant, took two steps back, put down the gun in her hand, and turned her pale face to Mo Liuchu : "Brother, it's him, he's here."

The moon emerged from behind the clouds, and the melting moonlight enveloped the earth like water, and also enveloped a group of crazy hunters and two bewildered desperadoes. The well-trained cavalry team quickly surrounded them from front, back, left, and right like ghosts. , stepping on wormwood, slowly circled around, the sound of hoofbeats came from all directions, Mo Qinghe saw Sun Jicheng's face from the team, and the comrades who had rounded up Jiangshan together, maybe died in that battle The soul of the third child also came, and everyone's eyes were like knives, with contempt and hatred, gouging him wantonly, piercing his flesh and blood piece by piece!

He stared at the man on the horse, he had never seen Shen Peinan so angry before, he killed like a furious arhat, majestic like an invincible god!They were too close, Mo Qinghe could see a silver buckle shining coldly on his neck, Shen Peinan tightened the reins, and glared at him condescendingly, as if he was asking sternly, why did he run away, why did he challenge authority , why betray yourself!

Mo Qinghe stood there blankly, and Mo Liuchu raised a pair of red phoenix eyes to meet Shen Peinan's angry eyes. He suddenly clasped his junior brother's hand and said firmly, "Shaoxuan, don't be afraid."

His hands were trembling and his palms were covered with cold sweat, but Mo Qinghe didn't pay attention at all. He shook off Mo Liuchu and threw himself in front of Shen Peinan's horse. Gently rubbing the back of his hand, said in a low voice: "Brother Shen, I can't go to Nanjing, you kill me, I'm not afraid of death, I just can't go to Nanjing!"

"I can't bear you, Brother Shen, I just can't bear you..." He confessed in whispers, the grievances of one night, the grievances of a year, all grievances from childhood to adulthood, but there is no so-called grievance in the world, all calculations can be made. It's for what you want.His tears slipped out of the corners of his eyes uncontrollably, and slid down his cheeks into Shen Peinan's fingers, soaking a pair of white cotton gloves. Shen Peinan was unmoved, and raised his eyebrows: "Boss Mo, good singing skills, good figure, It's also a great acting skill. Are you really not afraid of death?"

Mo Qinghe stared at him in a daze, but Shen Peinan withdrew his hand abruptly and said sharply: "Bitch, don't touch me!" He grabbed the reins and got off the horse, pulled out the pistol from his waist, took a step forward, and put the cold The muzzle of his gun was pressed against Mo Qinghe's eyebrows: "A good man like Shen will do his best to the end, and he will help the two red horns and two good comrades, and let you go to the underworld to sing about husband and wife, okay?"

Seeing this situation, the rest of the people got off their horses one after another, handed over their guns in twos and twos, some held down Mo Qinghe, some held down Mo Liuchu, Shen Peinan pulled back the barrel slide, and no one had time to react. Suddenly, he pulled the trigger between Mo Qinghe's eyebrows!

The pistol made a crisp sound, and everyone was stunned. Mo Liuchu was stimulated by the sound as two soldiers scissored his hands behind his back. He struggled violently as if he had just woken up from a dream, and yelled at Shen Peinan, "You madman!" !"

However, there was no bloodshed or death. Mo Qinghe and Shen Peinan stood opposite each other, and neither of them moved. This is wrong." He suddenly turned his head and yelled at Mo Liuchu who was stunned: "Senior brother, there is no bullet in the gun, he is willing to let us go!"

With a stern expression, Shen Peinan pulled the reins, stepped on the stirrups and got on the horse, and then made a retreat gesture to everyone. His cloak was lifted by the night wind, and the pale moonlight rolled down from it, splashing like drops of water. In the grass, he turned his head towards Mo Qinghe, looked him up and down, and sneered: "What Communist Party spy? It's just a bastard, I raised a bird!"

The soldiers on the scene laughed ambiguously, and he also laughed, his face froze for a while, and his tone was sullen and arrogant: "Mo Qinghe, our accounts are settled, get out, and don't let me see you again."

Mo Qinghe didn't move, he seemed to have lost his soul, and looked at the back of Shen Peinan's departure, this incomprehensible national army commander, this fool who always kept things in his heart and thought no one knew!Mo Liuchu stepped forward to help him, but was pushed away by him forcefully, Mo Qinghe ran towards Shen Peinan's horse, grabbed his horse's rein, the tall horse was suddenly strangled, almost raised its front hooves and screamed loudly , Mo Qinghe glared at Shen Peinan: "Don't even think about it!"

His eyes softened immediately, and he slowly untied a large bunch of brass keys hanging on his wrist, opened Shen Peinan's hand, solemnly put it in his palm, and said in a low voice: "You gave it to me, now give it back to me." you."

"Brother Shen, I'm leaving, take care."

The cold moonlight shone on his face, sweat and blood were mixed together, stained with withered grass leaves, and there were scars of scarlet welts on the sides of his ears and neck. Shen Peinan looked down at him, a look of pity or sadness flashed in his eyes in a trance, But it was too short, by the time Mo Qinghe noticed, those dark eyes had returned to their usual indifference.In the end, without saying anything, he took the reins from Mo Qinghe's hand, whistled, and led the team away.

The sound of horseshoes gradually faded away, and the figures of the group disappeared into the boundless night. Mo Qinghe and Mo Liuchu walked in the desolate wilderness, stepping on the fine waves of wormwood, crushing the melting moon.

A gust of cold wind blew, and Mo Qinghe folded his arms and shrank his neck from the cold. He glanced at the sky and said to himself: "It's Mid-Autumn Festival, this year is almost over."