There was a cliff ahead. After the gunfire, another group of loyal ministers and patriots were captured.
Luo Chun looked at the arrested comrades kneeling on the edge of the cliff, and his eyes suddenly filled with tears. If he had not fallen into the enemy's trap and exposed himself, these comrades would not be in trouble.
When they faced torture from the enemy, or even death, their eyes were filled with determination and determination.
This is revolution, loyalty to the party and the country, and loyalty to the people. In that era, faith was more important than life.
Behind them were the Kuomintang soldiers, pointing their guns at everyone who was kneeling. In another quarter of an hour, at midnight, they would be shot.
The bell rang, and there was the sound of a gun firing behind him. Luo Chun closed his eyes as if he was resigned to his fate. This must be fate!
Gunshots, people are killed.
Luo Chun felt a ringing in his ears. When he opened his eyes, the kneeling comrades and the soldiers with guns fell to the ground, bleeding. He stood up and found that he had not been hit, and there were flickering sparks in the distance...