The Rise of the Youth in the War of Resistance

Special Commissioner Mao walked alone on the winding dirt road to Tonggu Town.

The wild grass on both sides of the road trembled in the breeze, as if aware of the unrest and turmoil in this world.

A few dark clouds hurriedly passed by in the sky, occasionally blocking the weak sunlight, making the earth flicker with brightness, just like his heavy thoughts at the moment.

His footsteps were quick but steady, and each step raised a little dust that spread in the dry air.

At this moment, a melodious yet somewhat humble and sad suona sound seemed to come from a distant valley, penetrating the gloomy atmosphere.

The voice seemed to have magical power, abruptly breaking his thoughts.

Special Envoy Mao was surprised. In such a turbulent place, the suona sound was so sad. There must be something unusual going on.

He looked up and saw the village in the distance, which was dimly visible. The sound of suona was drifting from there.

So, he subconsciously quickened his pace, his footsteps making a dull sound on the dirt road, and he rushed towards the source of the sound.

Where the sound of suona floats, there is a slightly dilapidated open space in the village.

A boy who looked only fourteen years old was standing in front of several corpses, playing the suona with a sad face.

The boy's eyes were filled with tears and his little face looked a little pale with grief.

He was wearing ragged clothes that swayed gently in the wind. In front of him lay several cold corpses, with the wooden plaques on the corpses still bearing the glaring words before the execution:

"Counter-revolutionaries..."

The air around seemed to be frozen, and only the sound of the suona echoed in the dead silence, adding a bit of sadness.

Special Agent Mao quickly walked through the messy grass at the edge of the clearing and came to the boy's side. He looked at the dead man's face with a serious look, trying to determine their identity.

At this moment, a cold wind blew, blowing up the fallen leaves on the ground and swirling around the corpse.

Suddenly, the crying boy put down the suona in his hand and knelt down three times to Special Envoy Mao.

Special Envoy Mao quickly raised his hand to stop him and said:

“No, no, no, I understand.

How much do you want?

The boy sobbed and said:

"One head, two back.

Actually, my father was the director of the Farmers' Association, and the head of the protection group, Zhang, said: "Without three yuan, don't even think about redeeming my father's head."

Special Envoy Mao gently held the boy's hand, his tone stern but full of concern:

"stand up."

The boy slowly stood up with his support, but the tears in the corners of his eyes were flowing like a flood that broke through the dam.

Special Commissioner Mao continued:

"Just stand up straight and be a man."

After saying this, he casually took out half of the ocean wrapped in a towel from his chest and handed it to the boy:

"Take it."

Seeing this, the boy quickly returned it to him with his hand and said honestly in a tearful voice:

"Not so much, just... just three."

Special Commissioner Mao put his hand around the boy's trembling hands.

"Take it and take care of your father's funeral.

Let’s go to Tonggu Town and settle accounts with our enemies together.”

The boy then put away the money, wiped his tears with his sleeve, and turned to go back to the town.

Special Envoy Mao stood quietly there, watching the boy leave until his figure completely disappeared from his sight.

At this time, the sky became increasingly gloomy, and it seemed that a heavy rain was coming.

Special Commissioner Mao turned to face the deceased, bowed solemnly and observed a moment of silence.

After a moment, he set out on his journey again with determination, his footsteps echoing in the increasingly thick air.

When approaching three kilometers from Tonggu Town, Special Commissioner Mao discovered that Zhangjiabao was undergoing a strict inspection.

On the road, pedestrians lined up in long queues, like a string of slowly crawling ants, waiting to be inspected.

On both sides of the team, guards holding red-tipped spears stood like sculptures, their eyes vigilantly scanning the passers-by.

Special Envoy Mao quietly joined the queue without making a sound.

A man chopping wood in front was stopped by the guard:

"stop"

"woodcutter",

The guard gave the man a cursory search and then let him go.

Soon, it was Special Envoy Mao's turn.

The guard holding the red-tipped spear asked with a vigilant look:

"Stop, what are you doing?"

Special Commissioner Mao replied calmly:

"Boss, I'm a buyer from Anyuan, going to Tonggu Town to make some purchases. I'm passing through Zhangjiabao and want to ask for directions."

As he spoke, he took out some money from his pocket and calmly put it into the man's hand.

The guard got the advantage and was about to let him go.

Special Envoy Mao just breathed a sigh of relief and was about to leave.

But suddenly, a big man with a box of jewels in his trouser pocket and a cigarette in his mouth appeared like a ghost and blocked Special Envoy Mao's way.

The big man had a face full of flesh, fierce eyes, and a pungent smell of cigarettes emanating from his body.

He stood there like a small mountain, giving people a strong sense of oppression.

The big man roared fiercely:

"Wait, why do you have such long hair?

I think you are anti-Party!"

Special Envoy Mao's heart suddenly tightened, but on the surface he pretended to be relaxed and said with a smile:

"Boss, animals have different preferences when it comes to food.

My long hair can block the sun in the summer and serve as a hat in the winter."

As he spoke, he took out some money from his pocket and said with a smile:

"Boss, come, come, come..."

However, the big man seemed to be determined that Special Envoy Mao was a reactionary. He waved his hand, snatched the money from Special Envoy Mao, and shouted at the top of his voice:

"Come here, this guy is a villain, arrest him for me"

Special Envoy Mao originally thought that he could pass the inspection smoothly by paying the money, but this sudden reversal caught him off guard.

Helplessly, he could only accept his fate and, under the escort of the Red Spear Soldiers, walked in the direction they pointed.

As he arrived in front of a long line of people, Special Envoy Mao's doubts were slightly relieved. He saw that there were many people in the line who were dressed similarly to him. It seemed that his true identity had not been fully discovered yet.

He looked up at the sky. Dark clouds almost covered the entire sky. There seemed to be faint thunder in the distance. He began to secretly think of a countermeasure in his mind. There was a trace of determination and calmness in his eyes, and he was always ready to deal with unknown variables.

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