It was drizzling and the roads were muddy. This kind of weather was the most leisurely time for farmers. Men in the villages and towns sat at home chatting and women did needlework, and everything seemed quiet and quiet.

The old man went out to visit relatives, and I slept in bed.

Suddenly, an army appeared at the entrance of the village, with horses, guns, and cannons with wheels taller than me.

People in military uniforms drove out the men in the village one by one and gathered us at the entrance of the village. There was a slope at the entrance of the village. They couldn't pull up the cannons, so they asked us to help push the cannons up.

Twenty or thirty men gathered at the entrance of the village, high and low, old and young. I know that there should be more men in the village than this, and some smart people hid.

I touched it with my hands. The cannon was cast from cast iron, hard and cold, and looked heavy. There was a horse pulling the cannon in front, and we were pushing the cannon behind. We pushed up the slope at the entrance of the village and wanted to go home, but those in military uniforms said that there was a slope in front, and you still need to follow the team. In this way, we pushed the cannon all the way, and finally we were left in the army.

We walked every day, and those who were wearing military uniforms said that we were fighting in front of us and needed these cannons. One of us escaped midway, was caught up with a gun, and was killed.

I was very young at that time, and I didn’t know how terrible it was to fight. I fantasized about being able to go to the battlefield and get a general in the future. The army is a melting pot of revolution.

At that time, I fantasized countless times, wearing a straight general uniform, with a long and narrow sword around my waist, riding a maroon-red tall horse, and rushing to find Ye Zi. I hugged Ye Zi on my horse, and then whipped his man hard with a whip because his man had made me faint. Every time I whip, I shouted, "You have today too."

So, I was very happy to come to the army. I was homeless and had nothing, and the army could just give me a home. As for whose army it was and which warlord's army, I didn't care about it.

This army has been walking northward, the closer we get to the battlefield, the more people are running away, but I will never run away. I hope this army will grow stronger and stronger. At that time, my platoon commander and company commander will rise, and finally become a general.

But, I think about being a soldier, they don’t even give me clothes. They don’t even look at me or say a word. In the eyes of those who are wearing military uniforms, I seem to not exist.

I look forward to going to the battlefield, hoping to make military achievements, and then I will be very different in their eyes.

However, the first time I went to the battlefield, I was so scared that I wet my pants.

The battle broke out at dusk. I didn't know who hit anyone or why they hit. Just seeing guns flying around with a roar, the shells exploded with a louder roar. The sound of guns was the sound of shaking thin wire, with hissing; the sound of shells was the sound of drilling tunnels, and finally a bang. At this time, I suddenly felt very scared, just as fearful as when I was chased by a wild boar. I lay on the ground and raised my butt. Later, I wanted to pee and continue to pee. I wanted to say to the person next to me, saying that I went out to pee. When I looked left and right, there was no one left and they all ran away.

I was left in the trench, and I was even more scared, as if all the guns and shells were coming for me. The guns stopped and the shells stopped ringing. I thought it was fine now. I just stood up and suddenly saw countless black shadows rushing over. A man in a military uniform in different colors raised his sword and looked at me. I screamed in fear. The man put away his sword, kicked me and said, "What are you doing here? Get out of here."

There are people on all sides, and I don’t know where to go. I am afraid of meeting people again, so I am swinging a big knife. I hurriedly hugged my head and lay on the ground.

I don’t know how long it took, and there were no running footsteps on all sides, and there were no shouts of the crowd. I stood up and saw a bright moon hanging in the sky, shining on countless dead bodies.

I felt extremely frightened. People like me who had been disciples of the Jiangxiang Sect were not afraid of dead bodies, but that day I was scared. The endless dead bodies made me believe in the existence of ghosts. I quickly escaped from here.

There are countless dead bodies that cannot be seen at first sight, and countless dead bodies. During the day, they are all living lives, and they are all strong young men. They die here at night. Do their parents know that they die here?

I walked among the dead for the middle of the night, and finally walked out of the wilderness as a battlefield and walked on a path of intestinal slightest.

Standing on this path, I suddenly regretted not searching for a few silver dollars on the body of the dead. Now I want to rush back, but I don’t have the courage.

I am penniless and have no money, so how can I live? How can I eat? I hesitated for a while and finally decided to go back. As long as I can find three silver dollars, I will come back immediately.

I searched for the first corpse, but I couldn't find it. He was the same poor man as me. I crossed the first few pieces and wanted to find it on the second person. The buttons in his military uniform were tightly buttoned. I unbuttoned the first button on my neck. Just as I unbuttoned the second button, a hand suddenly stretched out from behind and grabbed me.

I screamed in panic, but he couldn't shake his hand away; I wanted to run away, but he grabbed me from behind and I couldn't get rid of it.

My heart was beating wildly, almost snatching the tone. I heard him say behind him, "Help me up."

I looked back and saw a blood-stained face under the moonlight. I asked in a trembling voice: "Who are you?"

He said, "Help me up."

I trembled my arms and helped him up. His body was cold and stiff. I helped him sit up as if I had helped him up.

I asked again: "Who are you?"

He said: "My family is nearby. I was arrested in the afternoon and transported food for people, but I encountered a war."

It turned out that he was the same as me, and I suddenly felt like I was sympathetic. I said, "I'll take you home."

I dragged him towards the path, but his body was so sank that he was even heavier than a bag of wheat. I was thin, so I couldn't drag a bag of wheat. I took a lot of effort to drag him to the path, and I was so tired that my whole body was sore and weak that I sat on the ground and gasped.

I asked, "Where are you hurt?"

He said: "I have a leg injury and can't stand up."

I asked, "Are you still bleeding?"

He said: "The blood has flowed to this point and he has died long ago."

Later, I found a tree, broke it, and made him a crutch.

That night, I supported him and we walked together on the path. When we were tired, we sat and rested for a while, and then continued to walk. After dawn, we thought we had walked very far, but when we looked back, we could still see those dead bodies and countless mad dogs fighting among the dead bodies. There were mad dogs running on all the roads leading to the wilderness.

Now I can see clearly that he has a long horse face and very thick eyebrows. He was wearing the double-breasted sweatshirt and wide-crotch bloomers that most rural men wore at that time, and obviously he was not a soldier.

He asked me, "What's your name?"

I said, "I'm a dumb dog."

I asked, "What's your name?"

He said, "My name is Liuwa."

He had difficulty walking and limping at one step, which seriously affected our speed. I asked: "Where is your home, I will inform your family."

He also said: "Along this road, there is a village called Podizhuang. Go to the village and ask my family to come and pick me up."

I helped him sit on the ground and ran all the way to the Sloe Village. At that time, all the people who went out to escape the war came back because there was no longer any gunshots or cannons.

I found Liuwa's house, and his family also had a younger brother. His younger brother had a long horse face like him. I told his brother about his brother's situation, and his younger brother followed me with a wheelbarrow. The wheelbarrow was called a chicken bus in many places.

My life has been temporarily stable again. I live in their house, eat at their house, and go to the fields to work with them. After the war, the lives of the farmers returned to their previous situation. However, the path was cut off that day and no one dared to walk anymore. I heard that there were often haunted there.
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