The Rebirth of the Camel Dragon Female Bandit Zhang Suzhen

The spring of 1951 AD came extremely late. The late winter in the North still dominates this vast black land. The cold wind is like a knife, picking up the snow foam that has not been swept away from the execution ground and hitting the face, bringing a biting chill. Zhang Suzhen straightened her back and stood on the makeshift public trial platform. Under her worn-out cotton-padded jacket, her thin body shivered slightly in the biting wind. Under the stage, there were endless crowds of people, and thousands of pairs of eyes focused on her. "Kill the Camel Dragon! Revenge the dead folks!" "The female bandit must die a good death!" "Blood debt must be paid with blood!" The curses, cries, and roars merged into a rolling torrent that almost drowned her. She squinted slightly, her vision a little blurred from the interrogation for days. This life, thirty years, is as short as a dream and as long as several lifetimes. From child bride to Mrs. Yazhai, and then to the famous "Camel Dragon" in Guandong, she has waded through the sea of ​​blood, stepped on the mountain of swords, and also drank from a big bowl to enjoy the grudges. Now, everything will end. Whatever. She thought silently. Debts that should be repaid must be repaid. The presiding judge stood solemnly in front of the stage, and his deep voice echoed through the tin speaker in the open field: "... Zhang Suzhen, nicknamed 'Camel Dragon', has been a bandit for more than ten years, plundering villages and towns, kidnapping and killing people. The evidence of the crime is conclusive and the public is extremely angry... Sentenced to death in accordance with the law and executed immediately!" The final moment has arrived. She closed her eyes, waiting for the gunshot that would end everything. What flashed through her mind was that snowy night many years ago when she secretly fed hot porridge to the dying Anti-Japanese War wounded.