Through the woods, he would enter through a hole in Old Tom's broken fence, run behind a beautiful cherry tree, and exit through another hole. He would jump into the small ditch and head west, walk to the other side of the ditch where there were four stones, and then turn back. He would climb up from a place where the withered grass was flourishing, and then he would continue to move along a path under a small slope with lush weeds.
This was the path that children had to learn when running in the city. It was a path that only teenagers would be enthusiastic about, a path that avoided the sight of all adults. Although the children didn't know that the adults already knew about this path, the Chinese obviously didn't know about this path. Even if they could see a small dot, they didn't know that this seemingly unsystematic thing was a traffic path that ran through almost half of St. Paul's city.
Even with this path, Barnil still felt that the Chinese were tricky to deal with. He could always see the vague figures of Chinese soldiers at the key points, holding weapons and vigilantly observing the surrounding movements. There were several places where he needed to be slightly exposed, but Barnil had to wait for the Chinese to turn their eyes before he could take the risk.
If he walked in a straight line, it would only take seven or eight minutes to reach Miranda's house from the starting point. If he walked on this path, it wouldn't take more than twelve minutes. However, when he only had to cross a ditch to reach the vicinity of Miranda's house, Barnil couldn't continue. The Chinese had set up a sentry post in a stone part of the ditch. If he really wanted to climb over there with his hands and feet, he would definitely be exposed to the Chinese soldiers.
But this was the shortest path, and if he went around it, he would have to run for another half an hour. Hiding behind a few beautiful trees, Barnil could see the front yard of Miranda's house. His eyes only glanced at the familiar building, and his eyes were attracted by something else. It was a group of strange vehicles. There were no horses, and there were no chimneys. The Chinese soldier at the front rode on the strange vehicle, his hands holding the strange crossbar as if he was controlling the direction of the vehicle. Behind him sat two Chinese soldiers. Three Chinese men were squeezed into a small compartment on the side. These Chinese men were all facing forward, and in the middle of them was a Chinese soldier who was facing backward.
More than a dozen of these vehicles stopped near Miranda's house. Chinese soldiers jumped out of the vehicles and took part in the encirclement with their weapons. There was only one driver left in the cars. The cars turned around on their own and went back in the direction they came from.
Barnil was, after all, the son of Engineer Mendez. Even if he didn't know all the machinery on the railway, he had seen most of them. As a westerner, he had ridden and driven carriages and mule carts, regardless of whether they were four-wheeled or two-wheeled. In fact, Barnil wasn't unfamiliar with cars either. The three-wheeled vehicle was small compared to the American vehicles, but it could transport seven people on its own.
Bannister's eyes went wide. Even the best car in the United States could only fit six people, and that was only for children. Seven adults squeezed into a car, not to mention whether it could fit them, the weight alone would make the car almost impossible to drive. The three-wheeled vehicle didn't go fast, but Barnil could see that the driver didn't want to drive so fast. Seeing the car turn lightly and rush back in the direction they came from, the power and flexibility of this thing exceeded the limits of his imagination for powered and non-powered vehicles.
However, this interest was quickly broken by anxiety. Mendez was an engineer, considered to be of the middle class in the United States, and Miranda's family was the daughter of the American wealthy. If it weren't for this, Barnil wouldn't have needed to run to Miranda's window on the second floor to secretly contact the goddess in his heart. Not to mention an ordinary American family, even if it was a middle-class family, Barnil would be treated very seriously and walked in through the door.
The front yard of Miranda's house was a garden. This garden with green grass and shade could accommodate two Barnil homes. The three-story stone building was completely different from the wooden houses of ordinary Americans. Now, the China had sent hundreds of people to participate in the siege of this mansion, densely packed gun muzzles pointed in the direction of the house. Barnil's eyesight was good, and he could also see that although the window of Miranda's house was slightly open, there were gun barrels inside. This was a very large family. Miranda's grandparents, parents, and Miranda's five uncles all lived here and next to it. Including the servants and guards, there were at least hundreds of people in this big house.
In the United States, population was power. In addition to being rich a long time ago, those rich families also had far more people than other families. Not to mention others, just Miranda's cousins of the same generation would have more than 30 people. Among these 30 people, some were happy to see Barnil and Miranda befriend each other, and some were not happy to see Barnil and Miranda befriend each other. These obstacles allowed Barnil to master the route of those small paths.
Just when Barnil didn't know how to deal with the situation in front of him, he suddenly heard the sound of grass being stepped on behind him. This sound made Barnil instinctively alert. The people who stepped on the grass were not walking carelessly, but were trying to reduce the sound of their movements. The sound brought about by this kind of movement made Barnil feel "danger."
When he turned his head, he only saw two Chinese soldiers pouncing on him. Without even a scuffle, Barnil was subdued by the two. Barnil was in despair. He had seen Indians hanged in the city, and he had seen blacks and criminals hanged in the city. If he fell into the hands of China, he would probably be hanged too.
His mind was in chaos, and Barnil's hand was cleverly tied with a rope. A moment later, he was taken to the bottom of the hill by the Chinese. In front of Barnil was a European with an oriental appearance. He wore the olive green military uniform of the Chinese military. He didn't carry a rifle, but there was a holster on his waist with a pistol in it. Barnil knew this man was an officer.
"Boy, do you know this family?" The European with an oriental appearance spoke in English. The accent was mixed with a Spanish accent, which sounded ridiculous to Barnil, but he couldn't laugh at this time.
Seeing that the officer was more amiable, Barnil was considering whether he should answer. After the officer asked again, and seeing that Barnil still didn't say anything, he waved to the two Chinese soldiers and said in English, "Take him down and lock him up."
This made Barnil panic, and he quickly said, "I know that family."
"Then would you like to be a messenger?" the officer said in English.
"What message do you want me to convey?" Barnil asked.
"Can you tell the owner of the house that we don't mean to hurt them, but we are temporarily requisitioning their house for the duration of the war? If they are willing to surrender, we can guarantee their personal safety and the safety of their property. Of course, you take a letter in and convey my words. Within 20 minutes after you go in, if they surrender, we will not attack. If they don't give us a response, we will assume that they are going to fight to the end. The battle will begin. "The officer still spoke kindly in English with a Spanish accent.
Barnil's heart was still flustered, and he couldn't remember much of the set of words. The only thing he understood was that the battle hadn't started yet, and the goddess should be fine. And he had the opportunity to enter the home of his beloved goddess and pass some news that wasn't particularly bad to the goddess's family.
"I am willing to take the letter in," Barnil replied.
"Very good." The officer took a letter out of his satchel and handed it to Barnil. The guard let go of Barnil, and he walked to the front garden of Miranda's mansion.
There were also beautiful cherry trees in the yard. Walking less than 20 meters from the gate, Barnil felt that he was very far away from the Chinese, and he felt much better in his heart. However? Is it a bag? Is it a melon? Is it a crowd? Is it a mountain peak? Hale and Dark Oyster Pagoda 0 Is it a locust Jinxi blowing wood? Is it a man's brain Ji Yan V Gu? Is it a reprieve? Is it a banana Yue Wa Ang Di Xue Huo Hao? Australia snatch hammer moisture cut blow model handsome
Barnil was so scared that his legs went soft, but at this time he finally stood firm and didn't fall. Using all his strength, Barnil shouted, "I'm Barnil, Miranda's classmate. I was very worried about Miranda's safety. When I came to see, I was caught by the Chinese. They asked me to bring a letter to you. "
It seemed like a long time, but it also didn't seem like long. With his heart almost jumping out of his throat, Barnil had no concept of time at all. Finally, someone on the other side shouted, "Put your hands up and walk over slowly." After that, someone next to him shouted threateningly, "Don't move, I will kill you!"
"Okay! Okay! I won't move. " Almost instinctively raising his hands under the muzzle, Barnil carefully walked to the closed door. When he walked to the door, the door opened a small gap, and a strong arm reached out from inside, grabbed Barnil's neck collar, and dragged the boy in. Then the door closed again.
Seeing that the messenger finally went in, Wei Jianjun, who sent the American teenager as a messenger, breathed a long sigh of relief. The guard next to him also relaxed, and he asked, "Captain, what do you mean by the foreign language you just spoke to us?"
"I told you to take the child down and lock him up," Wei Jianjun replied.
The guard asked inexplicably, "Captain, you asked us to lock him up. At least speak the Chinese language. We don't understand you even if you speak in a foreign language. "
"I didn't mean for you to understand, as long as the child can understand." Wei Jianjun was a little helpless at the guard's slowness.
With such a clear hint, the guard suddenly realized. He said with admiration, "No wonder the kid was so obedient to deliver the letter. It turned out that he was afraid of being arrested. " After that, the guard had a new question, "Captain, why did you have to let the kid deliver the letter? Can't we shout? "
"Shout? We shouted for a long time in San Francisco, and only a few people listened. The Americans saw us killing all the way here. Will they really believe us? But if someone is willing to help, we can make them believe us a little. "Wei Jianjun continued to explain.
"Yes! That's right! "The guard nodded and replied.
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