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                                                             那民兵大声的命令。
                                                                                                                                                                没有任何的罗嗦，四类分子们象是闻声而动的机器人，随着民兵们的招呼，男男女女很快地站成了六路纵队。
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           “蹲下！”
                                                                                                                                                                又一声大吼，四类们象是受过军事训练似的，没有丝毫停顿，齐刷刷地蹲了下去，按照以往的规定，不用人招呼，便都乖乖地将双臂背到背后，规规矩矩地蹲着，眼睛看着地面，静静地一动不敢动，就是偶尔有蚊子叮咬，也强忍着不敢动一下。
                                                                                                                                                                许还周开始沿着四类的队伍前边检阅，他穿着一件短袖白衬衫，衬衫扎在牛皮腰带里。
                                                                                                                                                                此刻，他将两支手插在腰带上，夸张地闭紧嘴角，乜斜着三角眼，轻蔑而仇恨地盯着他脚下这群四类分子，来回地走着。
                                                                                                                                                                他穿着圆口布鞋，踩在地面本没有声音，但所有的人却分明感受到了那地动山摇般严重的震颤。
                                                                                                                                                                “罗开群！”
                                                                                                                                                                他在队伍前边叉开腿站定，声音不大却极其威严地点了这个姓罗的名字。
                                                                                                                       

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