[Chasing the Sun] Author: Shi Yan

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＊　　... 　　Wenbing, seventeen years old, is an orphan and an apprentice at a tailor shop near the Jiazi Wharf. His master and mistress, having no 　　children of their own, treat Wenbing very well, like their own son. 　　His master used to work in a factory, suffering exploitation from capitalists and humiliation from foremen, so 　　he, like the "red belt thugs," hates capitalists. However, he is also an honest and hardworking man, 　　having learned one word from his father—patience. 　　He adopts a "better safe than sorry" approach to capitalists, relying on his skillful hands to learn tailoring 　　, returning home to open his own shop, living a stable and comfortable life. 　　He is unimpressed by the "red belt thugs" wielding guns against capitalists: "Are capitalists easy to beat? Who wants their money taken by others 　　?" 　　Therefore, while he doesn't forbid Wenbing from listening to street propaganda, he repeatedly warns him: never join 　　the "red belt thugs" in their clamor. 　　But Wenbing was already seventeen, no longer a child, and certainly not a well-behaved little boy. 　　How could he willingly remain uninvolved in such a commotion? 　　Especially when he heard people talking on the street, every word seemed reasonable. For example, the workers created wealth but couldn't afford to 　　eat or drink; capitalists didn't work but took most of the wealth; capitalists were parasites 　　… and so on. They were all incredibly reasonable. Wenbing's heart was already with them. If 　　his master hadn't forbade it, he really wanted to join them and take back all the money the capitalists had exploited from the workers 　　. 　　However, the lively and bustling days didn't last long. The "red-belt bandits" began hurrying through the streets 　　, building fortresses with sandbags. A serious expression appeared on their faces. Rumors spread throughout the city that 　　hundreds of thousands of troops had surrounded the city and were about to storm it. 　　Finally, countless gunshots rang out from the west. The "Red Ribbon Guards" began 　　marching in columns towards the opposite bank of the river. Soon, gunfire erupted all around, indicating that a large army had indeed arrived. 　　Wenbing and his master sympathized with the "Red Ribbon Guards" and hoped they would win. Wenbing longed to go out and 　　fight alongside them; more men meant more strength and a better chance of victory. However, his master wouldn't let him go, 　　saying, "The Red Ribbon Guards are good, but they are outnumbered and isolated. They probably won't last two days. If you go, wouldn't that be just throwing your life away 　　?" 　　Despite his reluctance, his master's words came true. The gunfire grew closer, and the "Red Ribbon Guards'" expressions grew increasingly 　　grave. 　　Having been hiding at home for too long and running out of food, his master finally agreed to let Wenbing go to the street to try and buy some oil and 　　rice. This finally gave Wenbing the opportunity to witness firsthand the "Red Ribbon Guards" defending the city. 　　After wandering through many streets, finally reaching the vicinity of the Bell Tower, Wen Bing finally bought what he needed. On his way back, 　　he passed the old police station, which was temporarily serving as the command post for the "Red Ribbon Gang." He saw people gathering there, young and old 　　, including about a dozen young female soldiers. He overheard a "Red Ribbon Gang" leader addressing them. Wen Bing knew 　　the battle was urgent, and they had to send the grooms, cooks, and female guards from the general headquarters 　　to the most critical section of the East Dike. 　　Tears welled up in Wen Bing's eyes. He so desperately wished that it was the government troops, not the "Red Ribbon Gang," that were being defeated, 　　but the current situation filled him with despair. 　　The East Dike was on the east bank of the Bang River, only a little over two miles from the tailor shop. By the time Wen Bing returned home, the 　　fighting was already raging, and stray bullets were even flying into the streets of the Jiazi Wharf. 　　The gunfire came intermittently, but it kept ringing out from the east embankment. The teenagers who had gone to watch the commotion returned 　　saying that the embankment had changed hands several times, and countless people had died; both sides had even piled up the corpses as cover. 　　Wenbing was heartbroken. As darkness fell, he pretended to go to sleep first. Once his master and mistress had blew out the light in their room, he 　　hurriedly got up, grabbed a water jug, and slipped out, heading straight for the east embankment. 　　When he reached within seventy or eighty paces of the embankment, he saw that the corpses were piled up more than half a person's height. 　　Dozens of "red-belt thugs" were lying prone on the eastern slope of the embankment, closely monitoring the river to the west. Upon closer inspection 　　, one could make out that many of them were female soldiers—presumably the same people he had seen at the old police station during the day. 　　Wenbing imitated them, crouching low as he ran down to the embankment. The men's clothes were covered 　　in mud, and their faces were so dirty they were unrecognizable, but their expressions were resolute, showing no fear whatsoever. 　　Wen Bing crawled over. The person closest to him, about fifty years old, turned around and saw him, saying in surprise, 　　"Young man, what are you doing here? It's dangerous here." 　　"I'm not afraid. Are you thirsty? Here, have some water." 　　He handed over the water jug, which the man carefully took, thanked him, and then carefully passed it to 　　another person beside him: "Here, this was given by a citizen who sympathized with us. You ladies, have some first." 　　"No, no, no, we're not thirsty," several female soldiers waved their hands. Wen Bing saw that their faces were also covered 　　in mud and water, making it impossible to tell their age or appearance. However, he remembered seeing them at the old police station; they were all not 　　much older than him, and seemed to be very fair-skinned and beautiful. 　　"Drink up. My home isn't far from here. I'll get you some more after you've finished," Wen Bing said. 　　"Thank you then. Everyone, have a sip. You'll have the energy to fight after you drink." 　　Wen Bing watched them drink the water, feeling very happy, as if that jug of water could help them win the battle.

A moment later, the jar was empty. The man in his fifties handed it back, then smiled and said, "Young
man, thank you so much. But you should leave here quickly, it's too dangerous!"
"I'll go get some more water," Wenbing said, taking the jar.
"No need, we have enough. There are still our men in the street below; they're thirsty too. If there's any water, give it
to them."
"Okay, I'll go."
Wenbing slipped down the embankment, carrying the jar, and ran back. Just as he reached the bottom, he heard gunfire erupt again from the embankment
. Wenbing secretly returned to the tailor shop, scooped a jar of water from the vat, and rushed out again. As promised, he went first
to the street to deliver water to the "Red Ribbonmen" behind the barricades. Still worried about the situation on the embankment,
he headed towards the slope where the gunfire was gradually subsiding.
The gunfire had stopped. Wen Bing saw a group of people still moving on the embankment, so he climbed up. Of the initial seventy or
eighty men, more than half were gone, leaving only twenty or thirty survivors, including the man in his fifties
and the female soldier beside him. Wen Bing handed him the last few drops of water in his jar. The man simply said thank you and
waved his hand, saying, "Young brother, hurry up, the enemy is coming. If you don't leave, it'll be too late."
Before Wen Bing could speak again, the man said, "Young brother, thank you for your kindness. I'm begging you! Go. As long as
you're alive, you can always fight again. If you're on our side, join the army and avenge us."
Wen Bing knew that the "Red Ribbonmen" were outnumbered and outgunned; the embankment was doomed, and these men
were prepared to die. Helplessly, he slid down the embankment, tears welling in his eyes.
Just as Wen Bing reached the bottom of the embankment, gunfire erupted again. Wen Bing stood at the foot of the embankment, watching. After a burst of gunfire
, a group of figures appeared on the embankment
, shouting. The "Red Ribbon Guards" who had been lying prone on the embankment also sprang up and clashed with the crowd. The sounds of gunfire, shouts, curses, and dying screams filled
the air.
There were simply too many people, and the "Red Ribbon Guards" eventually fell one by one.
The last to fall was a female soldier, as he recognized her from her shrill, angry shouts.
In the moonlight, he could see her wielding a long spear, fighting against the large group of soldiers surrounding her.
Soldiers were frequently felled by her spears, and with each one, Wen Bing mentally cheered. After she had stabbed about four or five enemies
, the female soldier finally let out a scream of extreme pain and knelt abruptly on the embankment. Wen Bing cried out in shock
.
As if someone had heard him, a shot rang out from the embankment, striking a stone right next to Wen Bing
. Wen Bing shuddered in fright and immediately lay prone on the embankment. Several more shots were fired from above, all flying
over his head.
He looked up and saw the female soldier kneeling on one knee, not yet fallen, when suddenly she leaped up again with
a scream. Another soldier was stabbed down by her, but at the same time, several bayonets pierced her body simultaneously.
This time, the female soldier didn't scream; she just stood quietly. Wen Bing saw several guns withdrawn at once. The female soldier
's figure swayed a few times above, but didn't fall. Then the bayonets pierced her body again and
withdrew once more. Finally, the female soldier slowly went limp and disappeared from the top of the embankment.
(II)
"There are still people down there, go search them!" someone shouted on the embankment. Wen Bing knew they were talking about him and quickly
got up, trying to run back. Guns were already raining down on him from behind.
Wen Bing scrambled and crawled to the alley opposite the riverside road. He heard the soldiers chasing after him from the embankment
, and he ran forward for his life. As he ran past another intersection, gunshots suddenly rang out beside him, startling him. He
ducked to the ground and saw a barricade. Several "red-belt thugs" hiding behind it
opened fire on the pursuing soldiers, quickly blocking their path.
"Brother, hide!" one of the "red-belt thugs" shouted to Wen Bing. Wen Bing quickly rolled on the ground a few
times and hid in a nearby alley, watching the fighting resume in the street.
Just as the two sides were locked in a stalemate, dozens of men ran in from the direction of the city, shouting to the people in the barricade,
"Come on, let's take back the dike!" Then they charged forward.
Wen Bing secretly cheered, hoping these men would avenge those on the dike.
The men charged and soon drove back the troops that had entered the street. Wen Bing followed closely behind
, picked up a long spear on the street, and mingled with the group to the foot of the dike. These people were truly fearless. Braving
the whistling bullets, they roared and charged up the levee, forcing the army back into the river, leaving themselves with only
half their men.
Wen Bing followed them onto the levee and saw a dense mass of people on the opposite bank, with boats
lined up back and forth, preparing to rush across the river again.
"Captain Wu!" someone ran up from the alley behind.
"What is it?" the leader, "Red Ribbon," asked.
"We received orders from headquarters that all insurgents must break out of the city, abandon it, and retreat outside to await further
orders."
"What?" Captain Wu was as surprised as everyone else.
"The commander-in-chief said: 'We are currently outnumbered by the enemy, and we cannot afford to risk everything here.' He ordered us to retreat temporarily
to preserve our revolutionary strength for a future comeback."
"Yes, where do we regroup after leaving the city?"
"I don't know. The commander-in-chief said to find a way to hide and wait for an opportunity. After the headquarters leaves, they will use
the news in the newspapers to contact everyone. Just remember our code."
"Understood."
"You prepare to move out. I still need to inform others."
"I understand." After the messenger left, Captain Wu whispered an order: "Pass it down to everyone
. Tell them that to better facilitate our withdrawal, we must first give the enemy a good beating."
Wen Bing knew that the "Red Ribbonmen" had been defeated and were leaving. He was reluctant to let them go, but he had no choice
but to grieve alone.
The army came by boat again. Captain Wu shouted, and gunfire suddenly rang out. The shadows on the boats immediately diminished
. The remaining men finally reached the embankment. Captain Wu gave another order, and the "Red Ribbonmen" all...
He stood up, bayoneted spear in hand, and charged forward like a mad tiger. After a brief clash of weapons, the surviving
soldiers hastily retreated in their boats.
Seeing the enemy gone, Captain Wu whispered the order, "Withdraw." Then, everyone quietly slipped down the
dike and ran towards the city.
Wen Bing stood at the foot of the dike, unsure what to do. He wanted to follow them, but if he hesitated even slightly, they would
have vanished. Wen Bing stood there, stunned, unable to process what had happened. He didn't know where to go, so he
slowly turned back to the tailor shop.
"Oh dear, my little darling, where have you been?" Pushing open the shop door, his wife anxiously pulled him inside,
and his master quickly lit a lamp; they were clearly worried sick.
Upon seeing the gun in Wenbing's hand, the master and his wife were terrified. The mistress snatched it away, saying, "
You idiot! Don't you want to live? You're trying to kill our whole family! Throw it away!"
Without thinking, she handed the gun to the master and dragged Wenbing inside. "Take off your clothes quickly and
take a shower in the yard. I'll wash your clothes. The soldiers will be searching every house for prostitutes and their lovers.
What will they do if they see you like this?"
Wenbing stood there dumbfounded, letting his mistress take off his outer clothes, throw them in a wooden basin, scrub them a few times
, and hang them to dry. Then she pushed him to the melon trellis in the middle of the courtyard, urging him to take a bath.
Wenbing was like a madman, devoid of thought, mechanically doing as his mistress said. He then returned to
his attic and lay down, tears falling like broken beads onto his pillow.
Sure enough, not long after, hurried footsteps, banging on doors, and the soldiers' rude shouts echoed from the street.
They searched house to house, and then a gunshot or two rang out, along with the cries of women weeping for their husbands and sons
.
The tailor's wife smashed open the door, her clothes half-open, and a dozen soldiers came in. They looked around
, then pulled Wenbing into the courtyard, stared at him suspiciously for a long time, and asked, "What does he do?"
"He's our boss's apprentice," the tailor's wife said.
"Apprentice? What does he learn?"
"Sir, you see, it's a tailor's shop, of course we make clothes."
"Really? Good, put your hand out." One of the officers grabbed Wenbing's hand and looked at it for a long time, then
said, "Mending this hole in my uniform for me."
"Yes, sir, take it off, I'll mend it for you right away," the tailor's wife said.
"I didn't ask you to mend it, I'll have him mend it," the junior officer pointed at Wenbing.
"Wenbing, what are you standing there for? Hurry up and mend it for the boss." Seeing that Wenbing looked like he was about to explode, the tailor's
wife quickly came over and slapped him on the head.
Wen Bing had no idea what he was doing. He just picked up the needle like a fool, mechanically threaded the needle, and then
mechanically sewed up the large triangular tear on the young officer's uniform.
"Sir, this kid is usually lazy and hasn't studied hard enough. His work is terrible. Please forgive him,"
the master's wife said hastily with a smile.
"Hmm." The young officer watched Wen Bing's movements. Although he seemed distracted, he was very skilled. It seemed he really
was a tailor, which dispelled his doubts.
"Hey! We've been fighting all day, we're starving! Get us something to eat!" The young
officer was sitting in the main room. The master's wife didn't dare offend them, so she quickly pulled Wen Bing to the backyard and asked him to help start a fire and
cook some coarse noodles.
The soldiers were truly hungry, so they didn't slack off and ate quickly before leaving. Before leaving, the junior
officer wrote a note, stamped it with a red seal, and handed it to his wife, saying, "Since you fed us a meal
, I'll write you a note. Tomorrow, whoever goes out will carry it. If any soldiers stop you,
show it to them, and you'll be fine. But be careful not to carry anything red. If they mistake you for
someone wearing red ties, no note will be of any use, and you'll be dead."
Wen Bing lay in bed, unable to sleep. At the crack of dawn, he heard a commotion
and shouting in the street.
Wen Bing quickly peered out of the small attic window and saw over a hundred soldiers escorting dozens of
people wearing red ties down the street. The prisoners, their hands bound behind their backs, shouted and cursed angrily,
while soldiers beat them in the back and legs with rifle butts.
At the Jiazi Wharf, soldiers dragged a dozen or so from among the detainees, pushed them to the bank, lined them up facing the river
, and then shot them in the back of the head. Their brains splattered instantly, and they fell like mountains. Watching the "red-
belted guests" fall one by one, rolling down the riverbank into the river, turning the water a large red stain,
tears welled up in Wenbing's eyes again.
Only a short while later, the sounds of people outside returned. Wenbing looked and saw another dozen or so
detainees being shot at the wharf. Sporadic gunshots echoed throughout the city; Wenbing knew that killings were probably happening elsewhere as well
.
Wenbing lay back down, buried his head in the blanket, and cried his heart out for a while. His teacher's wife called him from downstairs
for breakfast, but he said he couldn't eat and didn't come down.
It was already bright outside, and he could hear a commotion, mixed with men's lewd shouts and laughter.
Wen Bing peered out the window again, but this time it wasn't about murder. He saw a large group of soldiers using two large carts to pull seven or
eight corpses. The corpses were thin, and although he couldn't make out their faces, he could tell they were all women. Wen Bing guessed
they were probably the female soldiers who had died on the East Dike the night before. The other corpses had been pushed into the river, and he wondered
what they were being used for.
Just then, the soldiers unloaded the female corpses from the carts and lined them up on the dock platform.
They then used their helmets to scoop water from the river and washed the mud and blood off their faces, revealing clean, white faces
.
(III)
"Damn, these girls are really pretty," one of the soldiers
said, looking at the female corpses whose faces had just been washed.
"Pretty is good, that's why people look at them," another said.
"That's right, at least we didn't drag them all that way from the dike for nothing."
"Stop talking nonsense and get to work," a junior officer said, gesturing wildly.
After all, they were young female corpses. A few scattered pedestrians on the street stopped, watching curiously as the soldiers
wondered what they were up to.
The soldiers, bayonets in hand, ripped the women's clothes from their collars
to their crotches in a few swift movements, revealing their snow-white bodies, their breasts thrusting upwards, and their dark, pubic
areas completely exposed. Wen Bing gritted his teeth in fury, wanting nothing more than to go down and kill all the soldiers
. Unfortunately, he didn't know where his master had thrown the gun he'd picked up the night before. All he could do now was
clench his fists and swing them around.
The soldiers quickly stripped the girls naked, leaving them lying in a row, their white bodies
exposed. They spread their legs like frogs, found some wooden sticks, and forcefully inserted them between the women's legs
.
"Damn it, those two little wench are like tigresses, they killed so many of our brothers, we can't let them off easily
," someone said.
"Yes, chop them into eight pieces."
So, the two already defiled female corpses were dragged out separately, and the soldiers used bayonets to
cut off their breasts and throw them on the ground, then cut off their heads, then cut their bodies in half at the waist, tied
their wrists and ankles with ropes, and bound their bodies to the arcade pillars of the dock.
Wen Bing was so angry that he almost rushed out without thinking, but in the end, reason prevailed. He still remembered those
young girls, and he still remembered the heroic resistance that the dismembered female soldier had put up on the dike. He
gritted his teeth, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.
Gunfire erupted outside again. Countless more "red-belt bandits" were being shot by the soldiers. Wenbing would peer
out the window each time, trying to memorize the faces and voices of the victims, to remember the army's crimes
. He thought over and over again that one day he would join the "red-belt bandits" and
avenge the men and women killed by the capitalists.
Wenbing stopped crying; his heart was filled with hatred. He got up, went downstairs, ate a few
bites of food, and returned to the attic. He counted the people killed at the docks, one by one, wanting to memorize it all
.
Once again, the soldiers' vulgar curses rang out. Wenbing thought, "It must be another
female corpse dragged in from somewhere."
He peered out the window, but this time it wasn't a corpse, but a woman around thirty years old, bound and brought
in.
Although not young, she was still voluptuous, her face smooth and fair. Wearing a blue
cloth cheongsam and black cloth shoes, she was tightly bound, with a wooden sign stuck behind her back. Wen Bing knew she was
a prisoner who had been arrested and interrogated; she had a name and was likely someone with an official position. This was the first
named person killed on the dock that morning.
The woman walked with her head held high, showing no fear, occasionally shouting something to the onlookers .
The street was growing larger, filled with children and well-dressed rich kids, who cheered at
her words. The soldiers escorting her swore vulgarly, occasionally
striking her buttocks with the butts of their rifles, causing her to stagger and provoke even more angry curses.
When she was brought to the platform of the Jiazi dock, the soldiers made her stop,
stand with her back to the crowd facing the river, and then forced her to kneel. The woman struggled to her feet, turned back, and continued shouting.
An officer in a peaked cap stood to the side, directing a soldier with a large knife to prepare for the execution.
Seeing the man with the knife approach, the woman shouted something again, then turned and knelt. The soldier
moved forward, pressing her head slightly forward, revealing her slender neck.
The soldier stepped back, holding the knife level in his hand. Wen Bing's heart clenched with horror.
Suddenly, the man with the knife lowered it, turning his head to look to the side. Then everyone else looked in
that direction as well. At first, Wen Bing didn't understand why, but when he saw the onlookers part to make way for all the soldiers
to look in that direction, he understood what had happened.
It turned out that when the woman was brought in, the crowd on the street had blocked the soldiers
' view, so although they were very close to the female soldiers' corpses, they hadn't seen them. Now, whether by chance
or because someone pointed it out, they had noticed the several female corpses lying on the ground nearby.
Wen Bing's heart immediately tightened again; it seemed another shameless and despicable scene was about to unfold.
Sure enough, the soldiers who had discovered the female soldier's body stirred. Several went to look at the naked corpse
, followed by the officer. After examining it, the officer gestured, and two soldiers
immediately lifted the woman and pushed her towards the corpses.
The woman saw the scene on the ground and immediately struggled desperately, her angry shouts distorted.
She was pushed next to the corpses, this time facing the crowd and forced down. She twisted her body,
resisting with all her might, but her hands were bound, and two soldiers held her down; she couldn't prevent the humiliation.
She knelt on the ground, and a soldier walked behind her, turned her head back, and tucked it between his legs
, forcing her body into an arched shape. The soldiers lewdly grinned. The soldier holding her head
reached down and ripped her cheongsam open, then tore her white undershirt to shreds,
revealing her heavy breasts. The soldiers grabbed her breasts and squeezed them until they were deformed. The woman
was still cursing. The soldiers stuffed the undershirt they had torn from her body into her mouth, and then her voice was cut off.
The junior officer went over and ordered two soldiers who had been holding her shoulders to hold her armpits, and ordered two other
soldiers to grab her feet, pull off her shoes and socks, and then lift her body up. He then personally took
off her underwear.
On the dock, the onlookers stopped shouting and watched quietly. Only the soldiers continued to laugh shamelessly
, curse, and humiliate this naked victim.
(IV)
The naked woman was put back on the ground, still with her head held by the same soldier, sitting on the ground with her legs spread apart.
Above, her breasts were grabbed by the man. The junior officer squatted in front of her, his hand sliding
down her inner thighs. The woman twisted and thrashed, her legs kicking wildly on the ground, but to no avail.
A soldier used his bayonet to cut a branch from a nearby tree, whittled it into a stick about a foot long
, and handed it to the junior officer. The junior officer took it and ordered the soldier to release the woman's head, which was being held between her legs.
The woman struggled to stand up, but before she could rise halfway, the soldiers forced her back down, forcing her to kneel with her legs spread wide
. The junior officer inserted the stick into the woman's crotch and thrust it upwards. The woman arched her back, and
half of the stick was now sticking out.
A buzzing sound came from the crowd.
The woman was lifted up, turned around, and forced back down, but she could only kneel upright because the stick was stuck between her legs;
she could no longer sit up.
The soldier with the knife returned to her from behind. This time, she didn't struggle. She silently
stretched her neck as far as possible, awaiting her final moment.
The steel blade flashed coldly like snowflakes, swiftly slicing across her neck. Her head, tied in a black bun, suddenly
fell forward. At the same time, her naked body leaped forward, stretching straight up before crashing
to the ground, where it remained motionless.
Wen Bing gasped, his mouth agape. It was the first time he had ever seen a head
fall from the neck of a living person.
The officer walked over, grabbed the woman's severed head by her hair, examined it, and then handed it to a
soldier to hang on a nearby tree. He then returned to the woman's corpse, stomping
on her round, white buttocks with his heavy leather boots, causing her naked body to sway from side to side . Then
he kicked her hard in the waist.
The woman's body slumped over, lying there slightly bent to the side. The junior officer walked to her
feet again, kicking the woman's legs apart with one foot and one foot, then waved and led his men away
. A large crowd immediately surrounded the woman's corpse.
Wen Bing sat angrily on his bed, staring out the window, his heart filled with indescribable pain. He
kept clenching and clenching his fists, as if that would drive away the soldiers.
After a while, another group of prisoners with death warrants were brought to the Jiazi Wharf for beheading, about four or
five of them, all men. Then came two more groups, tied together with ropes, brought in to be shot, totaling more than thirty.
Throughout the morning, gunfire raged on the wharf. Batch after batch of people were bound and brought to be shot. There were so many that
even rolling into the river couldn't wash them away; they piled up from the riverbed and reappeared on the surface, until the sun was high in the sky,
when the continuous gunfire gradually subsided.
"Wen Bing, Wen Bing," his teacher's wife called from below.
"Hey." Wenbing hurried downstairs. "What is it?"
"We're out of vegetables at home, so I'm going to buy some." This was usually Wenbing's job, so he took the money and
turned to leave.
"Wait, take this with you, don't let them arrest you as a prostitute." His master's wife
handed him the note the young officer had written.
"I don't want it," Wenbing said with disgust.
"You brat, without this, you'll just be dragged away and killed." His master scolded.
"So what if I die? What's the point of living like this?" Wenbing said.
"Nonsense, it's better to live a wretched life than to die. Even ants cherish life, what's all this talk about dying? Here you go!"
Wenbing reluctantly took the note, put it in his pocket, grabbed a small bamboo basket, and turned to walk out the door.
The vegetable market wasn't far; it was just a short walk along Jiazi Wharf Street, which faced Jiazi Wharf. Wen Bing didn't want to see
the corpses, much less rush to see the naked
bodies of the women like the people on the street. But Jiazi Wharf was the only place he could pass through, so he reluctantly went to the wharf.
The air was thick with the stench of blood, interspersed with the stench of human excrement. The people who had been shot had
been pushed into the river; only the decapitated ones and the women's corpses remained on the wharf. The women
were all naked from the waist down, their most intimate parts exposed, with sticks and branches of varying sizes inserted into their vaginas
, half-exposed.
Wen Bing only glanced at them before feeling a wave of excruciating pain. He turned his head away, wanting to escape this hellish
place as quickly as possible.
Just as he reached the entrance to Jiazi Wharf, he was blocked by a surge of people. Several heavily armed soldiers pushed and
shoved people to the side of the road, and Wen Bing was forced back onto the wharf. Further on, a group of soldiers escorted a group of
young people around twenty years old. They were all dressed as students, with seven or eight girls in white shirts and black skirts, their
hair short. As they walked, they told the crowd, "We are all students, we are good people."
Upon reaching the dock and seeing the corpses on the ground, the students understood and immediately shouted, "Down with the capitalists
! Long live the workers!"
The soldiers, hearing this, cursed at them, telling them to stop, and beat them with their rifle butts.
The group stopped about ten feet from the riverbank. An officer directed the dozen or so male students
to be pushed and shoved to the shore, then shot each of them in the back of the head. A dozen or so red
sprays of blood exploded in the air. The students lunged forward, landing on
the pile of corpses already high above the water. The soldiers, seeing the female corpses on the dock, 　　stared greedily,
their eyes wide like bells, as if they had discovered a new continent, then turned to the female students.
The female students knew what awaited them. Seeing the soldiers
approach, they all began to curse, and tears of shame and indignation welled in the eyes of most of them.
But the soldiers, not being born of parents, didn't care about such things. They swarmed around
the girls and seized them.
(V)
The female students screamed and cursed under the soldiers' control, their cries accompanied by the soldiers' lewd laughter and
the sound of tearing cloth. One by one, white shirts were torn, and black skirts were ripped off. Within minutes, the female students
were left with only their naked bodies. They huddled together, covering their newly developed breasts
and their exposed genitals, tears streaming down their beautiful faces.
The officer greedily stared at the naked bodies, then pulled one out and pointed a pistol at
her: "Take your hands off, let us see."
"..." The girl, tears streaming down her face, turned her head away in disgust.
"Take your hands off yourself, let us see clearly, and I'll give you a quick death. Otherwise, I'll
have something inserted into your little hole first, make you look bad before I kill you, you believe me?"
"..." The female student still didn't answer, but was clearly hesitant.
"Alright then. Come on, help her, it's more fun to play while she's alive." The junior officer waved his hand, and several
soldiers pounced, one of them already holding a branch.
"Don't touch me!" The female student retreated as if avoiding a plague, her hands already away from her private
parts, preparing to push away the soldiers approaching her: "I'll do it myself."
The officer gestured for his men to stop, then looked at the female student.
"Kill her!" The girl placed her hands at her sides,
exposing her two small, red nipples and the dark hair below her abdomen. Then she closed her beautiful eyes, letting tears stream down her face.
"Not so easy?" the officer said.
"You!" The female student angrily opened her eyes, glaring at the officer who had gone back on his word.
"What? I said I wanted to see, and you haven't let us see you yet. Lie down, spread your legs!"
The female student didn't say anything more, but simply followed the officer's instructions to the female corpse lying on the ground. She
lay down with her head facing the river, her two slender legs spread apart, revealing a narrow slit and a small
anus hidden by thick dark hair.
The soldiers lewdly grinned, and the junior officer also lewdly grinned. He then forced the female student to use her hands to spread her labia, revealing
a round opening, before letting a soldier carry out the execution.
The soldier walked over with his rifle, deliberately pressing the tip of his shoe against the girl's vulva, then
pressing the muzzle of the gun against her forehead. The girl didn't flinch; instead, she opened her beautiful eyes,
glaring hatefully at the man about to take her life, her gaze filled with curses.
The soldier turned his head to the side, a gunshot rang out, and the girl's body jerked, her half-curled
legs suddenly straightening, her hands still resting on her groin. A
small hole appeared on her forehead, blood flowing from it down to her hairline.
The soldiers shot the girls one by one like this, adding several more naked female
corpses to the dock.
The soldiers, seemingly unsatisfied, found some two-finger-wide bamboo strips and stood there,
fiddling with the vulvas of several girls.
"They're dead, and they still won't leave the corpses alone!" Wen Bing couldn't hold back any longer and angrily said from behind.
"Huh?" The soldiers all turned around, glaring fiercely at the crowd.
Wen Bing realized he'd gotten himself into trouble and quickly lowered his head, pretending to count the money in his hand. The soldiers, finding no one,
angrily shouted at the crowd, "What? Are you all tired of living?!"
Then they turned back to continue defiled the genitals of the deceased female students.
Wen Bing squeezed into the crowd, slowly making his way to Jiazi Wharf Street, finally managing to break free and walk forward alone.
When he reached the west street entrance, where vegetable stalls usually stood, it was deserted, not a single vegetable stall in sight. Asking around , some said, "Who would dare sell vegetables at a time like this?" Others said, " 　　There seem to be vegetable vendors
at the Hujiapo intersection north of the drill ground . 　　" Wen Bing had no choice but to continue walking. Gunshots rang out intermittently throughout the city; with each shot, Wen Bing 　　clenched his fists, cursing inwardly. 　　After walking nearly a mile, they finally reached the drill ground entrance. Unexpectedly, there were even more people here than at the dock; it seemed to be 　　another slaughterhouse. 　　Wen Bing squeezed through the crowd and saw that the corpses in the drill ground were piled up like a small mountain, layer upon layer, 　　numbering several hundred. Closest to the entrance were seven female corpses laid out alone. 　　Like at the Jiazi dock, the seven female corpses were all disheveled. In the center was a headless female corpse 　　, bound behind her back, her clothes completely stripped off, her legs spread apart like a horse's, revealing her thick labia and 　　a death warrant inserted into her vulva; the other six female corpses had been shot, nameless and faceless, 　　lying stiffly on their backs, their trousers pulled down to their knees, revealing their white bellies, thighs, and dark genitals. 　　Wen Bing cursed inwardly, turned around, and squeezed northward. Half a mile further north was the Hujiapo intersection. 　　Wen Bing wanted to buy the groceries and get back quickly, so he hurried forward, only to be blocked again. 　　A group of soldiers were escorting three people, two men and a woman, all dressed in coarse cloth, 　　around thirty years old. They weren't bound and were crying and pleading as they walked, "Sir, we didn't do anything!" 　　"Enough nonsense! You're all 'red belts' (a derogatory term for corrupt officials), get out of here!" The soldiers beat them from behind with their rifle butts. 　　Wen Bing knew they were being led to their deaths, but looking at these three men's pathetic state, they didn't 　　resemble the "red belts" he admired at all. 　　Wen Bing didn't want to see any more "red belts" being slaughtered. After the others had passed, he went alone against 　　the flow of onlookers to Hu Jia Po.

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