When Du Jianshan blocked Ma Jinbao's path, his face suddenly turned ugly, his eyes filled with surprise and a hint of fear: "You... what are you going to do?"

Du Jianshan sneered, slowly pulled a pair of clean white cotton gloves from his pocket, and said lightly as he put them on:

"What? I'm going to beat you up!"

Ma Jinbao's heart skipped a beat. He took two steps back and stammered, "You...you mustn't do anything rash! So many people are watching! Company commander, he's going to beat up the educated youth!"

"So what if I hit you?"

Du Jianshan put his gloves on tightly, clenched his fists, and smiled coldly, "You're so good at picking fights, aren't you? You even wanted to break us up? Today I'll teach you a lesson!"

Chen Jianshan stood to the side with his hands behind his back, not even lifting his eyelids. He turned his head and waved to the soldiers next to him: "Comrades, the performance is over. Go back and rest!"

Upon hearing the company commander's words, everyone immediately understood what he meant. They exchanged knowing glances and dispersed, leaving without looking back.

"Company commander, company commander! Why aren't you doing anything?" Ma Jinbao stamped his feet anxiously and reached out to grab Chen Jianshan.

Chen Jianshan swung his arm away, his voice cold: "Who hit you? I didn't see it. Don't talk nonsense at night, or I'll sue you for falsely accusing a revolutionary comrade!"

"Hehe, the company commander didn't see it. So, tell me, should I hit you, or should I hit you!"

Wang Tieniu grinned and strode forward, also putting on white gloves. "Brothers, let's go!"

Before Ma Jinbao could react, he was surrounded by more than a dozen educated youth wearing gloves, and their fists rained down on him.

"Ouch! Stop hitting me! Stop hitting me!"

Ma Jinbao squatted down, covering his head, howling and curling his body into a ball.

"Weren't you so capable? Always tattling and bullying newbies, why are you chickening out now?"

Wang Tieniu kicked his thigh while cursing.

"You bastard, I'm going to hit you!"

Seeing her younger brother being beaten, Ma Chunmei immediately started throwing a tantrum: "What are you doing! Bullying me! I'm a woman, what do you want? Do you dare hit me?"

Du Jianshan's eyes were icy cold as he turned back and sneered at her: "Female comrade? Don't think I won't hit you just because you're a woman! You gossip, I've had my eye on you for a long time!"

Ma Chunmei was stunned. Before she could speak again, Du Jianshan rushed over and slapped her across the face.

"Smack!"

The slap was incredibly loud. Ma Chunmei was stunned and screamed, covering her face, "You dare hit me? I'm going to sue you!"

"Go ahead and sue me! Do you really think I'm afraid of you?"

Du Jianshan showed no mercy and slapped him again, saying, "You're always looking for trouble, this time I'll settle things with you once and for all!"

Several other young women who had been sent to the countryside during the Cultural Revolution gathered around and put on gloves. "Sister Chunmei, you've bullied us a lot before, and now you've finally found your chance!"

Ma Chunmei was surrounded by several girls and punched and kicked. She cried out in pain, her hair was disheveled, and her face was swollen like a pig's head.

On the other side, Ma Jinbao fared even worse. He was surrounded and beaten by more than a dozen burly men. His arm was twisted so hard that it cracked, and he fell to the ground howling in pain, rolling around on the ground.

"Stop hitting me! Stop hitting me! I give up! I was wrong!"

Ma Jinbao cried out, "I'll never do it again!"

Du Jianshan looked at him coldly: "Now you know you're wrong? You don't know you're wrong, you're just scared! Brothers, keep going!"