In April of the lunar calendar, the sharply rising temperature announced the end of Bailu's originally short spring and entered the early summer season. The wheat in Manchuria showed a hint of protein color from the dark green, and the ripe yellow barley and highland barley were interspersed in the large fields.
In the middle of the wheat fields, the earth presents a sacred and tranquil feeling similar to that of a pregnant woman before giving birth. Judging from the weather and seasons, it seems that there is no big difference from the scenery at the turn of countless spring and summer in the past. No matter whether poor or rich farmers, it is just a matter of habit.
Comparatively comparing whether this year's season is a few days earlier or delayed by half a month than last year. Poor farmers always talk and mutter more than rich farmers, also because they are more impatient to harvest wheat to reduce the number of borrowings.
and quantity. The expectation to welcome the ripening of fruits is more urgent than ever before. Watching the wheat turn from green to yellow day by day, the impatient farmers hold sickles and pull wheelbarrows to the head of the field, grab the wheat ears and pinch them.
After pinching and taking a look, I saw that the wheat grains were still small bulging beans. I sighed, "Yellow on the outside but not yellow on the inside." Then I picked up the sickle and pulled the cart home. Suddenly there was a warm and dry south wind.
It lasted for a night and a half, and the wheat was so dry that it broke ears and grains. So men and women from thousands of households flocked to the fields, sighing loudly and chanting the ancient saying "the wheat yellows for a while, and the silkworms grow old", and cut off the wheat stalks with their sickles.
The sound of the waves started to roar. In that mysterious short moment, the wheat was ripe; in that mysterious moment, the silkworms got on the cocoon...
May 20, 1949 AD, became a mysterious moment in the social climate of Bailuyuan, which forever changed the history of Bailuyuan.
Heiwa's heart skipped a beat when he heard the phone ringing; every time the phone rang, it seemed that the first thing that hit him was not his eardrums but his heart. Heiwa grabbed the phone and put it to his ear, only to realize that it was Ma, forty miles west of the county.
The call came from the checkpoint in Fang Town. The sentry's voice was a little sticky: "A major officer wants to pass the checkpoint and comes to the county to find you. Commander Lu, if you want to let him pass the checkpoint, he won't say his name."
Instead of reporting where he came from, he asked me to ask you whether Camp Commander Lu still likes to eat rock candy..."
Heiwa couldn't figure out how long he had been in a state of unconsciousness. When he woke up, he found that the phone was still attached to his left ear, and sweat dripped down the lower end of the phone into his palm. He had forgotten how he answered just now.
Sentinel's, the earphones had long turned into a silent busy tone. He couldn't tell whether he was more flustered or calmer than before answering the phone, but he tried hard to recall how he answered the Sentinel's inquiry on the phone just now, or whether he didn't at all.
In order to give any answer, he shook the stirrer with trembling hands until the black telephone trembled on the table. Finally, he heard the no longer sticky voice saying, "Don't worry, Luying."
"Chief, I've already let him go. I blocked a Dodge truck for the major, and I got in it and walked for a long time. Maybe I'll cross your threshold now." Heiwa put down the phone and stepped out. There was silence outside the door.
Immediately he walked into the house again, pulled off the towel and stuffed it directly into the bucket under the basin shelf, dipped it in water, wiped his sweaty cheeks and neck vigorously, then took off his shirt and trousers, scooped up cold water with a horse spoon and poured it on his body.
The water flowed on the brick floor. It seeped into the blue bricks before flowing far, making a dry and thirsty squeaking sound. At this moment, a guard asked questions outside the door, and a familiar voice said: "You
Don't question me, I'll question you. You only know that the name of your Luying commander is Lu Zhaoqian. Do you know that his nickname is Hei Wa? Do you know that he likes to knock on the wind stirring the snow? "Hei Wa
Wearing his underpants, he hurriedly walked out and shouted: "I also remember your nickname, I'm embarrassed to call you by it again."
Lu Heiwa, who was dripping with water, was only wearing a pair of dripping trousers, and Lu Zhaopeng, who was wearing a major's epaulettes and a disguise, hugged each other tightly. The two armed guards saw the sincerity and comedy of the two, but they couldn't appreciate it.
The state of mind of the two friends at this moment. It was Hei Wa who first let go of his arm, took Zhaopeng's arm and walked into the door. He inserted the door latch from the inside, thought it was wrong and pulled it open, and only said to the guard: "
No one is allowed to disturb you." Then he bolted the door, hurriedly kicked off his pants and put on his clothes, turned around and asked, "Oh my God, why did you jump here?" Lu Zhaopeng took out the cigarette case on the table.
He lit up the cigarette and started smoking, and said: "Don't ask, just make some steamed buns for me first. I probably still had the meal when I was crossing the Wei River last night..."
As the liaison section chief of the 15th Division, Lu Zhaopeng waded through the last natural water barrier in the ancient capital of Xi'an with the first batch of soldiers of the 48th Regiment who forcibly crossed the Wei River. Moments before departure, he had a small pot helmet stuffed in his stomach.
It reminded him of the ancient legend of pot helmets, a food of the Qin people. This helmet-shaped food was produced to meet the needs of the ancient Qin army's expeditions, and was later popularized into the daily lives of ordinary people. It was produced in ancient times
The war is still adapted to today's war. In the countless villages in the Weibei area, in the tens of millions of firewood pots and stoves, clever women and foolish women worked hard and wisely to burn pot helmets, and the streets of every village
The alley was filled with the strong aroma of cooked noodles. The Guokui assigned to Lu Zhaopeng had been cut into long and thin strips, completely to fit into the slender cloth bags that the soldiers carried fried noodles in; and the traditional knife method for this kind of food is to cut it into thin strips.
They are made into large squares, and you can imagine the attentiveness of the common people. Some of the slender pot helmet strips have many geometric patterns tied with wooden combs, some are decorated with magenta decorations, and some seem to be engraved with writing, but they are all cut because of the roughness.
It was too thin and too broken to be identified. When Lu Zhaopeng picked up the thin strips of pot helmets distributed to his hands, he felt deeply regretful that the complete pot helmets and beautiful patterns were chopped into pieces. In his mind, he pictured his mother putting down the pot helmets that had just been cooked on the chopping board.
sweet scene.
Lu Zhaopeng waded across the Wei River at twilight. The advance detachment planted many reed stalks in the river to mark the route across the river. The deepest part was flooded to the chest, and the guns and dry food bags were held above the head. Crossing the river
Encountering a weak blockade, the artillery and machine guns covering them overwhelmed the defenders on the other side. When they stepped onto the sand on the other side, they discovered that the defenders were so thin that they didn't even look like they were on guard. The soldiers had already taken advantage of the darkness.
They escaped, only three prisoners were captured in total, and there were not many corpses to be seen. Machine guns and rifles were scattered everywhere. A powerful dynasty was so vulnerable when it came to destruction.
Lu Zhaopeng and his dozen soldiers and cadres from the liaison section tried their best to encourage the battalion crossing the river to march straight in. They violated the order to assemble at the third bridge and broke into the airport outside the west gate. The defenders' blockade was no more than a line of defense.
The fence with rotten wooden posts was quickly breached. There were several airplanes parked at the airport, all of them broken and scrapped like eagle-like zombies. Lu Zhaopeng knocked on the aluminum shell with a short gun and said: "Sir Hu always leaves the wounded behind.
." At this time, a soldier led a man in businessman's clothes over and said that he was from the Xi'an underground party to support the People's Liberation Army. Lu Zhaopeng knocked the casing again with the barrel of his gun and corrected him solemnly
Said: "Comrade Lao Wang, you must remember that from now on, we will go from underground to above ground and become an above ground party."
Comrade Lao Wang handed him the map of Xi'an and the information on the deployment of the Kuomintang garrison. He also revealed to him the enemy's plan to destroy and blow up power plants, flour mills and a handful of emerging factories on the eve of their escape. Lu Zhaopeng and the battalion
The commander only said one sentence, and they all agreed: Go to the city immediately and Comrade Lao Wang helped them find a train driver with frosty hair. The whole battalion of soldiers climbed onto the train. When the train roared into the train station, for the first time
The Tubalu people riding the train screamed and only smoked half of a rolled Trumpet cigarette. The soldiers of the battalion were divided into several groups and rushed to key factories such as the power plant, flour mill, and cotton mill. It is said that the soldiers who rushed to the power plant rushed to the power plant.
When entering the factory, enemy agents were stacking iron boxes of American-made explosives. When Lu Zhaopeng walked out of the train station, he heard a loud noise from the west city direction. When he walked through the alley and rushed to the bell tower, he happened to see a group of rushers.
The vigorous posture of the soldiers who climbed up to the bell tower, the leading soldier holding a red flag, running along the square fence of the Ming Dynasty building in the center of the city and shouting, at that moment Zhaopeng regretted not having a camera. He then learned that,
The loud noise just now was the cannon fired by soldiers from another battalion of our division when they stormed into the west gate. The entrance to the west gate was blocked with bricks, and explosives had to be used to satisfy the anxious soldiers. He finally greeted him in person.
On the morning of May 20th, he witnessed with his own eyes the demise of an old regime and the initial process of the birth of a new regime. Facing the red flag fluttering in the wind on the bell tower, he shed a line of tears. This is the most precious thing to pay tribute to countless martyrs.
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It was already late when he returned to the airport and handed a lot of information to the division commander. The division commander's reward was: "Come and eat something quickly." Only then did he remember the unknown soldier beside him when he was crossing the river.
He was hit by a bullet and fell into the water. The ration bag got wet when he helped him, and the pot helmets engraved with patterns and pretty decorations all soaked into a pile of paste. He had forgotten his hunger, great joy and tense heartstrings.
His stomach and intestines were all in a state of dormancy. It was not until dark that Lu Zhaopeng was personally summoned by the division commander to assign a new task: "Go back to your hometown and instigate an uprising of the Zishui Security Group."
Lu Zhaopeng put on the Kuomintang Army Major uniform prepared by his division commander, but regretted the lack of a pair of leather shoes. Then someone found a pair of leather shoes from the feet of the captured airport defenders and sent them to him. They were a little too small and pinched his feet.
Lu Zhaopeng said: "I'm afraid you need a car." The division commander said: "I have prepared a bicycle for you. I am full of energy. You should hit the road now." Lu Zhaopeng got on the car and left.
This is a rare and comfortable opportunity for a night outing. The fields are quiet, and the night wind is filled with the greedy smell of breast milk emitted by the mature wheat. Zhaopeng can accurately distinguish between wheat and pea fields.
Taking advantage of the opportunity to repair the chain, he touched a handful of pods and vines in the pea field, stuffed the pods and leaves into his mouth and chewed them. The small and large villages he passed along the way were almost invisible.
There was only a few lights and a few pretentious dog barks, which actually made people feel safe and relaxed. Driving into the Zishui River, I saw the flat roofs of Bailuyuan stretched across the sky under the stars, and my mind jumped out to the idea of still living there.
The white deer was cast before he could read. The chain of this broken bicycle kept falling off, forcing him to jump off it again and again in the dark to hang the chain on the gear, interrupting many of his memories and recalling emotions.
When we arrived at Ma Fang Town, which was forty miles away from the county seat, we encountered the only interrogation. There was a thick log across the earth and stone road, with several armed regiments standing on both sides, and there was a small house. Lu Zhao
Peng heard from the accent of a sentry that he was a local. He pronounced the pronunciation of "San" as "Sang" and the title of "Bo" as "Bei". This is a dozen villages around Ma Fang Town.
A peculiar pronunciation of the residents. Lu Zhaopeng looked at the overly serious attitude of the Ma Fang Town indigenous group, but despised him even more, little kid, the regime you are seriously defending has been destroyed by my hands, you melon egg, you stupid
Xiong was still kept in the dark. He said lightly: "Hang up the phone to Battalion Commander Lu Zhaoqian. He is my cousin. His older name is Sang Sanbeibo." The sentry's eyes lit up and he revealed his identity.
All his simplicity and lovely nature: "Oh sir, judging by your accent, which village are you from, Ma Fang Town Fangyuan?" Lu Zhaopeng smiled and patted his shoulder and said: "Don't drag the township party, hang up the phone quickly.
You just need to ask Battalion Commander Lu if he still likes to eat rock candy." After the sentry asked this question, his expression changed and he raised his hands to salute. In a panic, he dropped the phone to the ground... The sentries at the entire sentry post became busy.
After they moved out to block a Dodge truck, put the bicycle in the compartment, and helped Zhaopeng into the driver's cab, the indigenous regiment member lit the driver with a gun and said: "If you cause trouble on the road and neglect the officer, when you come back and pass by again,