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                                                                                                                                               文炳气呼呼地坐在自己的床上，眼睛看着窗户，心里的痛苦无以言表，只是不停地握拳、挥拳，仿佛这样就可以把那些当兵的打跑似的。
                                                                                                                                                                
                                                                                                                                                                过了一会儿，又有一批插着亡命牌的犯人被押到甲字码头来砍头，大约四、五个，都是男的。接着便是两批用绳子串着押来枪毙的，加起来总有三十几个。
                                                                                                                                                                整个早晨，码头上枪声不断，成批成批的人被捆了来枪杀，人太多了，滚到河里都冲不走，从河底堆起来，又从水面上露了出来，一直到日头升起老高，成片的枪声才渐渐平静起来。
                                                                                                                                                                
                                                                                                                                                                
                                                                                                                                                                “文炳，文炳。”师娘在下面喊。
                                                                                                                                                                “哎。”文炳赶忙下了楼：“什么事？”
                                                                                                                                                                “家里没菜了，去买些菜来。”平时这也是文炳的事，所以文炳接过钱来，转身便走。
                                                                                                                                                                “等等，把这个带上，别让人家当红带客抓了去。”师娘把那小军官给写的条子递过来。
                                                 

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