Text: A Bai
If people's hearts can be a little hesitant, maybe they will live more slowly, so that they will not be so persistent and obsessed, so that the lost soul can find their way home as soon as possible.
My fifth brother and I returned to Irkutsk with the determination to die, and this time we went back even more unusually. As we drove into the city from the Angara Bridge, I lay in the back seat of the bird cart and lit a cigarette and looked at the rushing Angara River. It roared and surged, and my heart was filled with infinite emotion, and it also floated my infinite courage and hope for the future. Though they are not as good as they should be, though they are roaring and rushing in front of us, as if to devour me.
Many years later, when I actually walked from the bridge to the train station and stepped on the train back to Tohoku. The feeling of crying with joy and relief after boarding the train is still remembered to this day.
As far back as I can remember, I don't know how many times I have crossed this bridge, coming and going, going and coming back. Crossing this bridge this time is indeed a bit tragic. Looking at the back of the fifth brother driving, I suddenly found that the fifth brother was not as strong and powerful as before, and even a little decadent. I sat up and saw in the rearview mirror his slightly old face, still as angular as before, but with unassuming wrinkles creeping up the brow. The flesh on his neck was a little loose, he was already an old middle-aged greasy uncle, but the gaze in his eyes was like a torch, and he was still a resolute wolf, steaming murderous. And I, like chicken blood all over my body, vowed to kill those Japanese to the end.
The fifth brother asked me if I wanted to park the car on the bridge and pee. Pee from the top of the bridge and go with the wind.
I said, fifth brother, it's also easy to get on your trouser legs, and there is a smell everywhere, I don't sprinkle it.
The fifth brother said, I'll do it.
Who was he who drank too much, I thought about it, no, he rarely drank water along the way. The moment he got out of the car, I suddenly understood that he was like Sun Wukong, leaving a memorial in the palm of the Buddha's hand. The fifth brother is still a little romantic, he doesn't know, when he urinates into the river, it is already a colorful fallen leaf, and he is confused.
The Raptor did not stay long and hurried to the station of the branch. The moment I got out of the car, I was a little sad. A few of us set off from here a few months ago. Directly killed Manchuria, the personnel in the company were dismissed, and a few of them who did not leave were also driven away by me. I predict that our great escape should be hopeless in victory, but it can't be so silent. The bungalow on the company's premises had been uninhabited for months, a bit desolate, with grass sprinkled in the front and back yards, a mess in front of and behind the house, and glass from the windows removed. The rack where we used to eat barbecue together is still there, just lying crookedly at the door of the house against the mountain, obviously all this has been patronized, but it is useless, so it has not been run away by those thieves. There was obviously a gap in the west gable, and the gap was facing a road, and the thieves must have made a cut in the west gable to sneak out the valuables in the yard.
In short, in response to that sentence, if the house is not cleaned, it is basically the end.
The fifth brother was also very sad, he kicked the abandoned wall, and the broken wall fell under his foot. The fifth brother scolded, I want to make these little Japanese pay the price, and they will all die.
The Azerbaijani Davarich led his group of buddies to the courtyard as well, and Davarich was still so dark and smiling. The son of the chieftain of this tribe is obviously mature, and has the taste of a chief. Davarich once told me that if he couldn't make it in the Far East, he would go home to pick up his father's class. He can have a shift, but I only have this way out, and I will carry it to the end.
Davarich and I came to hug like polar bears. The brothers under him, I and the fifth brother have long been very familiar with each other. I said, "Old Da, get in the car, let's go to my hidden place." The others let them go back to the company first, and let's discuss the next step. Before I could finish speaking, a group of stunned young East Asians rushed from the side of the road in the woods behind the house, carrying baseball bats in their hands. From the way they walk, the strength of the cat's waist is like Japanese or Koreans.
This group of people had clearly planned for a long time, because they had outflanked them from both the north and the south. This is a tactical formation, not an ordinary ruffian hooligan fighting formation. Moreover, for the sake of cleanliness, they all carry iron rods, just to kill, not to kill.
They arrived as soon as they said they were, and we were caught off guard. Davaric's men were clearly panicked and unprepared. I've seen a lot of this kind of scene, and before they got there, I quickly asked the fifth brother to start the car, and at the same time asked Davarich to go to another house, there was a cellar, and opened the cellar door, which was full of iron weapons left over from those years, Nepalese scimitars, maces, steel whips, iron rods, everything, and armed the team in the shortest possible time, regardless of whether it would be used or not.
Those who jingle Nepalese scimitars in the hands of these Azerbaijanis are simply like a tiger with wings, plus this group of people is aggressive and full of muscles, like a bow. Seeing this group of short Japanese, they were surrounded in the middle, although they came in two ways. In the few moments when the hand-to-hand combat was met, there were already dozens of people lying on the ground. Lao Da's men became more and more courageous, and those Nepalese scimitars were like sickles for sharpening sorghum stalks, waving their arms and falling down a group of people. Suddenly, I heard the roar of motorcycles on the road by the woods, and I was told that the motorcycle party must have come. I hurriedly told Lao Da that he would take it when he saw it and withdraw quickly, because I was worried that this group of motorcyclists had guys in their hands.
The group of Japanese who fell to the ground seemed to have met a savior, and they stood up dozens of times in an instant, and it turned out that they were playing dead just now. The Azerbaijanis are a little powerless in front of these mechanics. It occurred to me that there were still baskets of incendiary bottles in that cellar, and I lit the fire. The fifth brother had already penetrated my thoughts, and jumped into the cellar, and the basket of Molotov cocktails was quickly lifted up, which was the kind of automatic ignition designed by the fifth brother. This technique was still in prison, and he learned the art with an old prisoner. For this craft, the fifth brother also paid two Huazi. It just so happened that the group of motorists, under the cover of the low-pitched Japanese, went straight to the gap in the wall, and they were about to press all over the gap, and the pressure immediately came up. A few buddies ran over, ran quickly, and carried the basket of Molotov cocktails to the gap, and the fifth brother told them how to use it, and instantly on the outer road of the gap, there was a fire. Accompanied by the roar of motorcycles, and the cry of little Nichiko, I had a premonition that the Azerbaijanis had won.
Sure enough, Davariic still has a backhand, his men haven't fully contributed yet, and there is a group of people waiting on the periphery. As soon as they heard the greeting, the group of people had come with their equipment and had already started their trucks in the outer ring of the road. The car was full of shirtless men, the kind of fierce men who would explode if they weren't allowed to fight. In front of the weak Japanese, they are simply their nightmare. Some people jumped out of the trucks and went straight to the burning motorcycles, which they turned over and let the burning wounded soldiers crush to the ground, crying wolves. When you meet a short Japanese, you pick them up and throw them down the road like a chicken and a ball, they are the big Hulks, they are monsters.
In the face of such a strong offensive, the only way out is to flee quickly. I told the fifth brother that there might be some ambush around this courtyard, and I quickly called Sergei's friend. That friend is in charge of the police at the city hall, and the police have to let the police handle the follow-up matters, and taking the heat from the fire is the best choice at present.
I hope that the more chaos there is, the better, so that I can have time to completely destroy this nest of the Japanese. Of course, this is not something that ordinary people can do, and in order to do it well, I have to find that person. Only he can make me a hundred.