The lights were just on the first time. There were no electric lights on Longshan. Only the candles brought by volunteers emitted a little light in the drizzle. The two friends who had been together for a long time after the disaster had a thousand words, but they could only turn into tears.

"Follow me." Xiao Lang held Gong Zijun's hand tightly.

"If it's not trouble, can you bring a few more people?" Gong Zijun said, sitting in the shed, an elderly couple, a woman holding a child, and a half-grown boy, probably also a refugee who fled to Hong Kong, had a friendship in trouble.

These people looked at Xiao Lang with pitiful eyes full of expectation, for fear that he would not agree.

Xiao Lang nodded vigorously: "Of course, they are all compatriots."

Looking back at his wife, Miying also smiled and nodded.

Taking advantage of the time when Sqeenze was waiting for food and water to buy food and water, Xiao Lang asked about the smuggling that night. Gong Zijun said that it rained heavily and everyone was trapped in Wutong Mountain and encountered the border guards. Many people were beaten to death. He escaped by luck but injured one leg. He braved the heavy rain and climbed across the boundary. He was rescued by farmers in the New Territories. Because his legs were lame, he could not find a job and lived a difficult life. Fortunately, these helpers survived until now.

As he said that, he pointed to the few people in the shed, with gratitude in his eyes.

Xiao Lang bowed to the end: "Thank you, thank you."

After a while, Sqeenze and others came, carrying boxes of soda, mineral water, and bags of bread, distributed them to refugees on the mountain for free. The lights at the foot of the mountain were dim, and private cars arrived one after another. A large number of Hong Kong people brought food and drinking water to help their compatriots in the mainland.

Among these volunteers are college students wearing big bags and tight jeans, old women in New Territories wearing Chinese trousers and jackets, wealthy businessmen in fine clothes, and more are ordinary Hong Kong people. Most of the refugees on Longshan are from Guangdong, and they have relatives, classmates and friends in Hong Kong. Each person can contact at least ten Hong Kong people. This means that there are 300,000 Hong Kong people paying attention to the Longshan refugee incident, accounting for one-tenth of the Hong Kong population.

These data were told by Sqeenze, who studied law at the University of Hong Kong and was also the leader of a Christian volunteer organization.

The refugees received soda and bread, glass bottled orange soda and Coca-Cola, soft and sweet bread, which were all good things that the mainland could not buy for money and cadres could not eat. Adults were reluctant to eat, so they saved it for their children. Seeing these children who were smuggled with their parents at the age of five or six living in shacks where flies were flying and garbage everywhere, eating bread, drinking soda and burping, some young volunteers turned around and rubbed their sleeves at the corners of their eyes.

It is said that the police would take action at night and force repatriation. Without further ado, Xiao Lang immediately took Gong Zijun and others down the mountain and got on the car. The carriage was small and there were so many people sitting in the crowd. The half-grown boy had to hide in the trunk.

The car was moving forward, and the police stopped the way. Xiao Lang took out a stack of money to prepare for bribery, but the patrolman said, "There is a ghost guy on duty at the checkpoint ahead. If you can't get through, go another way."

"Thank you." Xiao Lang glanced gratefully and turned the front of the car to go on another road. Longshan was surrounded by military and police, and all roads were blocked, but this blockade was useless. The police turned a blind eye and allowed the refugees to leave under the cover of Hong Kong people.

There were indeed no ghost police officers on this road. There were only a few ordinary patrol officers in raincoats who were in the inspection under the leadership of Sha Zhan. When they saw the car coming, they waved their hands to sign the pass.

Suddenly two sharp lights shot over, and a Land Rover Off-road Vehicle stopped in front. Four policemen got out of the car. A flower on the shoulder of the leader was tied with a shiny calfskin armed belt. Unlike those policemen who only wore canvas S-belts, he was a police officer at the level of the assistant.

The police officer signaled the vehicle to stop. This time, Xiao Lang had already calmed down a lot. He put a few big bills in the license plate and waited. The assistant came over and knocked on the window: "Previous inspection, please check the license plate."

Xiao Lang calmly handed over the license plate, and the assistant saw the banknotes inside. He stared at Xiao Lang with cold eyes under the brim of the hat, making him furrowed.

The assistant raised the flashlight and shone it into the car. He was in rags and was still in shock. He must be a refugee.

Xiao Lang put his hand on the door handle and was ready to push open the car door and smash it to help the refugees escape.

"Who?" asked the assistant,

"It's my relative." Xiao Lang replied dryly.

What is incredible is that the assistant took back the flashlight and returned the license plate and the banknotes inside to Xiao Lang: "Sir, thank you for your cooperation, you can leave now."

"Thank you." Xiao Lang said from the bottom of his heart.

The assistant gave a salute and said an intriguing sentence: "I am also Chinese."

Continue driving forward and finds a large number of cars coming from Hong Kong and Kowloon on the road, all of which are flashing. The New Territories are far away for Hong Kong's main island and Kowloon. People in the city will not go to the countryside on a large scale at this time. Xiao Lang suddenly understands that these cars are for refugees.

He parked the car on the side of the road, but did not turn off the engine, got out and said to his wife, "Aying, you send them back first, I have something to do."

Mi-young said: "It's better to go back together and talk about it tomorrow."

Xiao Lang frowned and said, "Men do things, women keep their voices."

Meiying had no choice but to say, "Then be careful." She moved over to take over the driver's seat. Xiao Lang greeted Gong Zijun in the back seat. Just as she was about to leave, Meiying took out her ID card and handed it over: "It may be useful to hold it."

Xiao Lang took his ID card and walked back with great strides. He came to the foot of Longshan. He saw a commotion on the mountain. A large number of refugees rushed down, trying to escape. Suddenly, the sirens sounded. Hundreds of riot guards wearing British bowls, steel helmets, rattan police batons rushed up to stop them. In front of the tight rattan array, the refugees had nowhere to escape. They actually knelt down together and begged the police to let them go.

An incredible scene appeared. The police did not wave the baton and beat the refugees, but threw down the rattan sign to support the refugees. Some police even hugged the refugees and cried bitterly.

Many refugees took the opportunity to escape, and the roadside cars turned on and greeted the refugees, and sent them to Kowloon for free.

It was not until the British senior inspector led a team to block the gap.

Xiao Lang took the opportunity to go up the mountain and helped the elderly and weak refugees go down the mountain with student volunteers. Although the police were densely packed at the foot of the mountain, they were like fishing nets. As long as they didn't encounter the ghost police officer, they would definitely slip out.

There are also a large number of Hong Kong people outside the warning circle to provide their ID documents, so that the people on the mountain can be replaced by impersonation. Anyway, the ID card can be reissued. However, for the refugees on the mountain, it is a way out.

When Xiao Lang escorted four refugees down the mountain, he saw radio broadcasting cars parked on the side of the road. The hosts of various radio stations from Hong Kong Island came to the foot of Longshan to conduct live broadcasts.

Suddenly, a red signal flare rose into the sky, and thousands of military and police began to act, flashlights everywhere, dogs barking everywhere, and there were also Weskers helicopters stationed in Hong Kong in the sky were roaring, and the snow-colored columns of light were straggling everywhere, the sound of people was buzzing, and a mess,

The female host of the radio station held a microphone and introduced the operation as if she was in a row: "It is reported that the Chief of Police ordered that those who did not act were punished as disobedience. Police officers from various units began to go up the mountain to search. Insiders revealed that there were about 30,000 refugees on the mountain, and more than 100,000 local citizens rushed to Longshan from all over the place tonight..."

Under the personal supervision of the British police chief, the police finally completely controlled Longshan. The refugees were dragged down the mountain and taken to the truck that had been prepared.

The black police truck was covered with a canopy, the carriage was surrounded by barbed wire, and the police were holding guns below. The citizens were discouraged and watched the refugees cry in the car.

Everything was over. Xiao Lang knew that he was powerless. He sent the last few refugees into the car. He walked back alone in the night. The dim street lights pulled his back for a long time.

Rover's car stopped beside him, and Meiying poked her head out: "I searched for you for a while, and finally found it."

Xiao Lang got into the car and closed his eyes tiredly: "Have they all settled?"

"The arrangement is done, your friends live at home, and those people are arranged in the workers' dormitory."

"very good."

When the car drove back, when passing through Mong Kok, I found that all the bars, nightclubs, casinos, and Sanwen Nuan all turned off the lights and closed the doors. In the past, the lights and wine were bright and neon lights flashed, but tonight it was a deserted street.

Xiao Lang understood that this was a silent protest by underworld associations against the repatriation of refugees by the British Hong Kong authorities.

Back at the warm home, Meiying immediately went to the cooking to see the soup. Gong Zijun had already taken a shower and changed into clean clothes. Her mental outlook improved a lot.

"Old Gong, I know you have a lot of things, but you need a rest now. Let's talk about anything tomorrow." Xiao Lang sent Gong Zijun into the room to rest. When he returned to the living room, Meiying brought pig hand soybean soup and said, "Where is your friend, I have made the soup, it's very nourishing, let him drink it too."

Xiao Lang said: "He will go to bed first."

Mi-young said: "Then I'll leave him some drinks tomorrow."

Xiao Lang said: "Meiying, I will go to Longshan tomorrow."

Meiying nodded: "I'll accompany you."

...

At dawn the next day, Xiao Lang drove to Longshan again. Tens of thousands of people were gathered on both sides of the road at the foot of the mountain. The police pulled up the blockade line to prohibit anyone from crossing the line. At about 8 o'clock, the last hidden refugee was found by the police dog and was taken down the mountain to send it to the police car. The police chief ordered to set off for the New Territories Port.

The convoy slowly started, and the trucks were crying.

Suddenly, a group of young people rushed to the street in public. The leader was Sqeenze of the University of Hong Kong. They stood in front of the car and lay under the wheels. Trucks were forced to stop one by one. A shout erupted in the crowd: "Jump out of the car and run."

The refugees woke up as if they were dreaming and hurriedly jumped off the car and ran away. Each car had only two police guards, and they could not stop it at all, and they were unwilling to stop it. A large number of refugees jumped out of the truck and rushed into the roadside crowd. They were then covered up and sent away. The police blew the sirens and chased them everywhere, and few of them were caught.

A nearby building was flying high with the blue-bottomed flag of the British Hong Kong government, flying in the wind. Everyone knew that this was the flag of the colony and a symbol of humiliation. However, under this flag, Xiao Lang understood the meaning of the word "compatriots" for the first time.
Chapter completed!