On the night of October 25, the fourth year of the Republic of China, under the bright moonlight, the land in southwestern Shandong, which had been completely enveloped by the howling autumn wind, gradually fell into another dreamland over and over again. The falling autumn frost dyed the fields into a snowy white.

"Woo--Woo--Woo..."

On the Jinpu railway line, China's north-south transportation hub, a train heading north from Nanjing Pukou entered from northwest Jiangsu, along the sparkling Weishan Lake, and drove into the ground of Yi County like lightning; the scream of the whistle cut through the death

In the silent night sky, through the moonlight, you can clearly see the train passing by, drawing a blue shadow at night. This is the famous blue steel express train in China. The speed of the blue steel express train is much faster than that of ordinary trains, and the carriages

The facilities inside are also unmatched by other facilities in China. This train can basically be regarded as the most luxurious train in China.

In more than a dozen blue steel carriages of each class, more than 800 Chinese and foreign passengers had gone through thousands of miles of bumps. At this time, everyone had fallen asleep. Even the ordinary passengers in the third-class carriages sitting on hard seats were staggering around, all sleepy.

So intoxicated, completely ignoring the moonlight outside the window and the shadows of the trees, and the wealthy dignitaries in the overhead carriages and soft sleeper carriages have already fallen asleep...

While the train was running on the railway line, there were constant sounds of birdsong near the railway line. The birdsong sounded very regular, and in the woods in the fields, there were hundreds of horses parked in the woods.

Suddenly, there were bandits sitting one by one armed with long and short guns or broadswords.

"boom……"

Suddenly, with a roar, the silence of the night was suddenly torn apart. The train that was running on the railway suddenly trembled as if it hit a huge wall, and rushed forward for more than ten meters. First, the front of the train overturned.

, followed by the carriage, amidst a burst of dust. The running train came to an abrupt stop; the suitcases and packages on the luggage rack, as well as the cups, bottles and bowls on the carriage table, immediately fell down one after another with a "ping-ping-pong-pong" sound, disrupting the whole thing.

A sweet dream for car travelers.

what happened?

Just as the passengers were staring blankly outside the car in shock, they heard an unsettling sound of horse hooves. Then there was another burst of gunshots that made everyone's hearts rise to their throats.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

Continuous gunshots accompanied by the sound of horse hooves broke the silence of the night. The low conch sound and rude shouts began to ring around the train. All the sounds together only reminded some people who have been traveling all year round of one word.

Come - Shandong thieves.

Some passengers who had just come back to their senses looked out of the train window under the dim blue moonlight: they were shocked to see people wielding swords and guns all over the mountains and rushing toward the train; those who were riding horses or riding horses.

Or they were riding horses and firing guns. The only sounds left in the world were their shouts and gunshots, and the sound of horse hooves getting closer and closer.

A man in his early 30s wearing a suit in Seat 34 of Car No. 8 - Fang Jianlin, a reporter from Shanghai "Shen Shen" stationed in Beijing, relied on his professional sensitivity and immediately raised his hand to look at his watch under the dim car lights - Chang

, the short hands overlapped on "12", and he looked around. He saw that some passengers in the second-class carriage were hiding the silver dollar bills they were carrying.

At this time, the carriage was already filled with people and everything was turned upside down: women were shouting, children were crying, old people were frightened, young men were jumping out of the broken windows...it was a chaotic mess.

Under the bright moon, he could see the dark figures coming from both sides. At this time, Fang Jianlin noticed that the man dressed as a businessman was sitting next to him, but he was sitting there calmly and even deliberately turned to the person in front of him.

He put some food in his pocket, maybe he noticed something strange about the reporter next to him, so he smiled.

"Reporter Fang is probably curious about why Song didn't escape!"

Song Zhiyu's expression was still very calm.

"These bandits obviously have a plan. I'm afraid the road to get here has been blocked long ago. How can we let the ducks fly after the cooked rice?"

Song Zhiyu sighed and said again.

"If you can't escape, why should you run away? Listen to the random gunshots outside. It is definitely more dangerous to run out now than to stay in the carriage. You may be shot to death at any time!"

At the same time, he pointed at the passengers who were trying to hide the money and said.

"Like them, they know they can't keep their money, but they try their best to keep it. In the end, they just end up being tortured. After losing half their lives, they naturally take out the money..."

While he was speaking, Fang Jianlin turned his attention to Song Zhiyu's left hand, looking at the two fingers that were said to have been "bitten off by a dog". He vaguely felt that this person might be... So, he, who was about to run away, also

No longer running away, he just sat there. Sure enough, at this moment, there was a burst of gunfire and screams from outside the carriage. Looking outside, those thieves riding horses and holding torches were not chasing those thieves there.

A person trying to escape.

"Don't move!"

In a short time, the doors of each carriage were quickly smashed open, and groups of strong men in disheveled clothes swarmed in. They were either holding bright swords and threatening people loudly;

He took aim at the person who jumped out of the window. The people in the car were shocked by the scene in front of them. Now even the most ignorant people knew the current situation - they had encountered Shandong thieves who had hijacked the car.

Just when everyone was at a loss, the bandits had already swarmed towards people and the suitcases and packages on the luggage racks, rummaging through them wantonly. Those who resisted a little were either hit on the head with knife handles or rifle butts.

After several efforts on his body, no one dared to resist. As for the more than 20 policemen accompanying the train, their guns were handed over by the bandits at the first opportunity. Now they were obediently kneeling beside the railway with their hands raised.

After a while, the pockets of the bandits who broke into the carriage were all bulging. On their heads, shoulders, necks, and waist poles, they were full of clothes, hung full, surrounded, and tied with all sorts of things.

All kinds of colorful hats, backpacks, ties, scarves, belts, silk fabrics, and even forced to take off woolen coats, top hats and other clothes from some people...

Although people were stunned by what they saw in front of them, the fear in their hearts overwhelmed the anger, and everyone remained silent. They just hoped that the robbers would be satisfied and leave quickly. Even the children consciously stopped crying.

, and those women didn’t even dare to raise their heads. They were afraid that if they raised their heads, others would see them, and someone who would rob them of their wealth would rob them of their sex.

Rossman, a British passenger in the first-class carriage, obviously underestimated the brutality of these bandits. He was knocked dizzy and pushed around by these bandits. Feeling insulted by their casual care, he grabbed the teapot from the table.

It was thrown at a bandit. When the bandit was hit by the teapot, the two bandits next to him shot him without any hesitation. The bullets passed through his head and chest, killing him on the spot.

The same scene was also played out in other carriages. After killing people to establish their authority, people who originally wanted to resist naturally became compliant. They could still muster a little courage. Many foreigners even took the initiative to hand over their pistols for self-defense.

Everyone understands this. Resistance has no meaning at all.

"Why are you still standing there? Leave it all to me!"

After a lot of searching, the bandits had finished grabbing enough. They used knives and guns to force people to get out of the car. Only then did the passengers on the carriage become panicked. Although they were panicking, they could not help but gather around them at knifepoint and gunpoint.

They walked out of the carriage. Some clever male and female passengers took advantage of the chaos to hurriedly pick up a few pieces of clothing on the floor, kneaded them and stuffed them into their arms.

"Bring two more clothes!"

When being driven out of the car, Song Zhiyu picked up a few worthless clothes that had been thrown on the car seat and gave two of them to Fang Jianlin.

"this……"

Although he had written several reports about bandits, Fang Jianlin, who had never been a bandit, obviously didn't know why these bandits had to drive them out of the car after they had robbed and robbed them. After a while, he

When he realized it, this was the "taking people hostage" mentioned in his past reports about bandits!

After getting off the train, the passengers in the carriage gathered on an empty dam beside the track and stood in rows under the bright moonlight. The bandits divided the passengers into carriages. Obviously they had internal agents in the carriage.

, the passengers in the third-class carriage were pushed to one side, and the passengers in the second-class and above carriages were pushed to the other side. There were about a hundred foreigners on this train, including men, women and children, who were designated to

Stand on the other side. At this time, among the bandits, a tall and thin man in his 40s who they called "the fifth master" hurried forward and ordered his followers to ask the passengers one by one for their names, place of origin, age and age.

After checking the ticket level, I hurriedly registered it in the book by flashlight light.

When asked about the group of foreigners with tall noses and blue eyes, I heard them chattering, spreading their hands, shrugging their shoulders and talking in foreign languages, which made the bandits very happy. At this time, the "fifth leader"

He couldn't help but frown, and said impatiently to the domestic tourists:

"Which of you understands foreign languages? Come forward and be the translator for me!"

The "Fifth Leader" was annoyed that everyone dared to speak again, and they were silent for a while. "Shenbao" reporter Fang Jianlin quickly stood up and said:

"I know English!"

Because he studied in a missionary school, he almost taught and spoke in English in the missionary school. Later, when he was a reporter in Shanghai, he often dealt with British people, and his spoken English was quite good. He thought that Chinese and foreign tourists were all suffering together.

Friends, they should take care of each other; and at the same time, he was afraid that the gangsters would lose their temper and do something harmful, so he took the initiative to take on the task of translating. As a reporter, he also wanted to record all this, because as far as he was concerned

In terms of career, there seems to be no such car hijacking case in China. In the past, it was just some bandits who disguised themselves as passengers and robbed people behind closed doors. But here, they ripped off the entire railway and robbed thousands of passengers.

I'm afraid this is the first of its kind, and once word gets out, it will be a major case that shocks the whole country.

But what Fang Jianlin wanted to publish in the future was the first-hand, most direct report. Even out of reporter's instinct, he stared at the "Fifth Leader" a few more times in order to write down this person's appearance. Continue

When he came down, Fang Jianlin helped the bandits to ask about the nationality and identity of the foreigners. The more he asked, the more he was surprised. The reason was very simple. The nationalities of these more than 100 passengers included Britain, the United States, France, Germany, Italy, and Russia.

, Japan and other more than ten countries, including ordinary consulate officials. Even though he was frightened, he returned to the group of domestic tourists after asking about various situations.

At this time, a pair of young girls with similar looks, dressed in light blue floral silk cheongsam, slowly came closer, looked at Fang Jianlin with admiration and whispered to Fang Jianlin:

"Mr. Fang, you are so good, you are not afraid at all!"

The two girls talking are sisters. One is about 20 years old. Their name is Xie Hongfen; the other is one or two years younger than her, their name is Xie Hongying. They are the daughters of a wealthy businessman in Shanghai. But what are they going to Beijing to do this time? Well, they are from the State Council

intern.

State Council intern, this is a very new term. In fact, Fang Jianlin has already planned that after arriving in the capital, he will definitely report on this matter. This is a "new position" established by the State Council, and those students are invited to join the State Council and other

Government departments conduct internships to accumulate experience and establish preliminary social relationships in order to find a job or further study after graduation. These people work in different jobs and have different lengths of time, but they have a common title - "intern".

However, these interns are not paid a penny but have the opportunity to meet senior officials, see the Prime Minister, and understand the operations of the government. Interns working in the State Council are actually volunteer workers who do not receive any compensation. On the contrary, the interns must pay for it themselves.

Money to solve problems such as accommodation and transportation.

Because of this, in Fang Jianlin's view, this kind of "intern" is probably just a "game" for "rich people" just like the two sisters in front of him. They met Fang Jianlin on the way and were quite speculative along the way.

When he saw that Fang Jianlin was so brave and dared to talk to the bandits, he naturally admired him.

"No talking!"

At this time, the "Fifth Master" roared fiercely, and then louder and louder said to everyone:

"Now, our "big boss" will speak to everyone."

While they were talking, a tall middle-aged man of thirty-seven or eighteen years old came up from the bandit team. He had a very tall figure and his face was not as fierce as they imagined. On the contrary, he had some pretty features and neat clothes. Only that man

Cleared his throat and said loudly:

"Our army has insufficient military pay, so we have no choice but to make this decision. I hope you will understand me. Now, please come back to the village with me as a guest. The purpose is to ask you to donate. The amount is not forced to be the same. Each of the third-class guests will donate 2,000 yuan, and the second-class guests will donate 2,000 yuan each.
To be continued...