South to North: A Prison Guard at the Beginning

Chapter 214: Shunping Commune Armory Attacked

"Students! Comrades! If you want to know whether it was hard, think about the 25,000-mile Long March! If you want to know whether it was tiring, think about the old revolutionary predecessors!"

"What's the point of our suffering? There are no enemy machine guns or cannons behind us! We don't carry ammunition boxes or machine guns on our backs, so what's the point of your weight?"

"Hold on, hold on! No one is allowed to fall behind! This training is to strengthen your will. Such activities will be held frequently in the future, so you must be mentally prepared!"

When everyone heard what the dean said, they all hung their heads in dejection. They thought it was just this time, but judging from the situation, this kind of training would become the norm in the future.

However, no one fell behind. At this time, everyone's willpower was still very strong. It was just a training march. Just like the dean said, there were no pursuers behind them, nor machine guns or cannons, so what was there to be afraid of?

It was gradually getting dark, and everyone came to the wilderness near Tongzhou District. The dean ordered everyone to rest, set up tents on the spot, and make a fire to cook.

At this point, everyone had walked nearly 50 kilometers. There was no problem on this first day, but the biggest problem was tomorrow morning, when many people would probably have leg pain.

The boys set up tents in groups of more than ten. These tents were military tents, of good quality but not light in weight. Each tent could accommodate a whole class of people.

Many people had never set up this kind of tent, but Yuan Mu knew how, so he directed everyone to build the tent. Originally, the dean of studies wanted to teach them personally, but when he saw Yuan Mu show up, he didn't say anything. He was just very curious, how could Yuan Mu know everything?

How could he not know Yuan Mu? He was a well-known figure, the first person to skip a grade, and his story had been widely spread. He had to know about it. The dean of studies still admired Yuan Mu very much.

The boys were setting up tents while the girls were cooking. Although the food was simple, there were many girls who could cook and cook delicious food. In addition, the seasonings were quite complete, so the dishes were quite fragrant.

The tents were set up and the meal was almost ready. Everyone was tired after a day's work. Although they had eaten lunch, it had been digested long ago and they wolfed down the rice. With hundreds of people eating together, the scene was spectacular and everyone ate very happily.

They ate simple radishes, potatoes and cabbages as if they were delicacies from land and sea. Although the meals were simple, compared to their ancestors, they were as happy as could be.

What did our ancestors eat at that time? Wild vegetables were considered good things. At that time, they generally ate grass roots, tree barks, belts, and even soil when they were starving. It is thanks to them that we are where we are today.

At six o'clock the next morning, the dean blew the whistle, and everyone in the tent woke up. Their first reaction was to rub their legs. They were so sore, but there was no way, the training had to continue.

After breakfast, everyone packed up their tents and continued heading east. Their goal today was to walk at least 40 kilometers, otherwise they would not have enough time.

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At two o'clock in the morning, at the door of the militia brigade's armory in Shunping Commune, Pinggu, three figures holding wooden sticks appeared here. The leader was about 1.8 meters tall, and the other two were about 1.75 meters tall and 1.7 meters tall.

Because it was too dark, the faces of the three people could not be seen clearly. At this time, the leader just winked at the two people next to him, and the two people nodded.

The next moment, three men suddenly rushed out, raised the wooden sticks in their hands high, and smashed them on the heads of the two militiamen with pistols on their waists at the door of the armory. The two militiamen were caught off guard and fell to the ground.

"You guys guard the door, I'll go get the gun!" the leading man said in a low voice.

"Okay!" The two men nodded, then pulled out pistols from the waists of the two militiamen and looked around vigilantly.

The leading man entered the armory with ease. Although it was dark inside, he was very familiar with the place. He quickly found a large box and opened it.

He saw three Type 56 submachine guns lying quietly in the box. His face lit up with joy and he took out all three guns and put them on his back. Then he touched the ammunition box and poured all the boxes of bullets into the cloth bags he had prepared in advance, filling the bags with more than a thousand bullets.

These were not enough, he also found a few grenades. Although they were antiques, the explosion of these things was still very lethal. After doing all this, he went out.

"No one here?" the leading man looked around and asked in a low voice.

"Don't worry, there's no one here." The two people outside shook their heads.

"Well, let's go!" The leading man nodded and handed the guns on his back to the two men. After loading the bullets, the three men were ready to leave.

But at this moment, they heard a series of footsteps. It was late at night and very quiet, and the footsteps were very clear. The three men became obviously nervous and raised their guns towards the direction of the footsteps.

Soon, the three saw a figure getting closer and closer to them, but they couldn't see who that person was. The three didn't dare to shoot. After all, if they shot in such a quiet night, it would definitely attract the militia, so the three approached the person.

When they got closer, the three of them quickly recognized this man. He was Liu Hansheng, a villager in the village. They were considered acquaintances, but what happened today could not be spread out. If it got out, they would be ruined.

Normally, all they had to do was hide and not let him see them, but Liu Hansheng had another identity. He was the keeper of the militia brigade's armory, and he was probably here on patrol at this time. If Liu Hansheng found that the two militiamen on duty had fainted, he would definitely sound the alarm, and then all their efforts would be wasted.

So the leading man made a decision in his heart. He looked at the two people next to him, who also showed a fierce expression. Now it was settled and their opinions were unified.

When Lin Hansheng was getting closer, the 1.75-meter-tall man rushed out and hugged him. Then the leading man rushed out with a shining bayonet in his hand and stabbed it directly into Lin Hansheng's stomach. His expression was ferocious and the bayonet even rotated several times in his stomach.

"Han Sheng, don't blame us. If you want to blame someone, blame your bad luck!" the leading man whispered with gritted teeth.

Lin Hansheng stared at the man in front of him with his eyes wide open. His look was horrified and seemed like he wanted to say something, but he could only make a humming sound until there was no more movement.