The local movement was already in full swing, while the field army at the front line seemed calm. Li Yunlong's position as the number one chief was stable. For a while, no one dared to challenge his position as the commander. However, Li Yunlong's mood became very bad. There was a lot of bad news coming from Beijing and the provinces. Many of his old comrades had been insulted and criticized, especially the generals working in the headquarters and various military branches in Beijing. In contrast, his old comrades in the various field armies were in peace. Li Yunlong was most worried about his old partner, Zhao Gang. Zhao Gang worked in the General Staff Department. He heard that the General Staff Department was making a big fuss, although the central government had clearly stipulated that the military system would not carry out the "Cultural Revolution" movement for the time being. However, a large number of students from military academies had already formed Red Guards. These half-army, half-civilian Red Guards, who had received military training and wore military uniforms, were obviously more destructive than ordinary Red Guards. It had been a long time since he had heard from Zhao Gang. He was probably dead. Li Yunlong called Zhao Gang's house, but no one picked up. Li Yunlong was anxious. He called an old comrade who worked in the military and political office of Sanzuo Gate. The old comrade lowered his voice and told Li Yunlong that something had happened to Old Zhao.
In the small auditorium of the General Staff Building in Beijing, Zhao Gang was sitting under the stage to accept criticism. At the end of 1965, after the Chief of Staff Luo Ruiqing was removed from his post and arrested, Zhao Gang was counted as one of Luo Ruiqing's black lines and was suspended for inspection.
All the generals who had worked in the General Staff Department were under Luo Ruiqing's leadership, so how could they not have some connections? The smarter ones would turn the steering wheel in time. They would draw a clear line first and then expose their old superiors, and they would be able to pass. Inner-party struggles had always been like this. Everyone had been tested by political struggles for a long time, so they were already used to it. However, Zhao Gang had his own views. He was tired of this endless internal struggle. He saw some colleagues hitting him when he was down in order to keep their positions. They even searched for evidence to prove the former chief's anti-party behavior and his political foresight. He felt deeply sad. In essence, Zhao Gang was still an intellectual. Most of his life in the military had not worn away his scholarly spirit. He could not be vague about right and wrong. What he could not tolerate the most was that the reality of the internal struggle over the years told him that framing others and attacking dissidents to achieve his own goals had become a habit in the party. This had violated his original intention of joining the revolution.
Could it be that the revolution that he had devoted his entire life to was just for this kind of boring strife? A leader who was presiding over the meeting was reprimanding him in disappointment."Zhao Gang, you're considered an old veteran. He was one of the leaders of the 9th Movement. After he was transferred to the 8th Route Army, he had never left the army. He had never been captured. His history was absolutely clean. But why are you so stubborn? So many old comrades from the General Staff Department had done their self-reflection and drew a clear line with Luo Ruiqing. Didn't they all pass? Why are you so stubborn? What benefits did Luo Ruiqing give you? If you insist on making mistakes like this, do you still want your party membership? Do you still want your position? Zhao Gang, listen up. You have to say something now.”Zhao Gang stood up and quietly unbuttoned his military uniform. He then took off his military cap and threw it on the table together with his military uniform."Since this party, this army, is so indistinguishable between loyalty and treachery, it's fine if we don't have this party membership and position.”Zhao Gang's words shocked everyone. The entire venue was silent for two minutes. The leader who presided over the meeting thought that Zhao Gang was crazy and was talking nonsense. He had never seen such an ignorant person. He pointed at Zhao Gang, his hands trembling in anger."Zhao Gang, what did you say? Do you dare to say that again?" Zhao Gang said calmly," Alright, I'll say it again. Everyone, listen up. I, Zhao Gang, joined the revolution in 1932. Since then, I have never thought of becoming an official in the future. I hate the autocracy and corruption of the Kuomingtang government. I pursue the establishment of an equal, fair, and free social system. If the revolution that I have devoted my life to does not meet my original intentions, then what is the meaning of this party membership and position? Comrades, today may be the last time I speak at such a high-level meeting. I'm afraid I won't have such an opportunity in the future. Please give me some time to say a few words from the bottom of my heart, can you?”The venue was silent. The leader sitting on the stage nodded.
"Comrades, I've been suffering from insomnia recently. In the dead of the night, I often ask myself," Zhao Gang, where is the party and army you joined during the revolution?" I thought of the relationship between our comrades in this army during the war. Comrades, we are all experienced. Think about it. It was not easy to get a bite of food, but our comrades pushed each other and refused to eat more. In battle, you don't have to worry about getting injured because your comrades will never leave you behind. I, Zhao Gang, am still alive today because more than one of my comrades have blocked bullets for me. They sacrificed themselves, but I survived.
Comrades, this is our army. This is the life-and-death friendship between comrades in wartime. But where had this tradition gone? What happened to our party and army? Attacking and framing, hitting someone when they're down, this is too dangerous. This will destroy our party and army. Comrades, please pat your conscience and think about it. Do you really think that Chief Luo is an anti-party member? Did he think that he could only save himself by kicking him when he was down? You are wrong. If we don't stop this evil culture, then every one of us will become victims in the future. We are taking a detour in the path of the Soviet Union. I do not wish to comment too much here. I just want to ask comrades to listen to some statistics on the Soviet Union's counter-revolutionary movement from 1936 to 1938. From 1919 to 1935, the Central Committee of the Soviet Union elected 31 members of the Politburo, 20 of whom died in political struggles. In 1922, the 11th National Congress of the Soviet Union was the last party congress that Lenin attended. A total of 26 members of the Politburo were elected, 17 of whom were executed and exiled during the purge. As for the fate of the representatives of the 17th Congress of the Soviet Union and the 17th Central Committee, please note that 1108 of the 1966 representatives of the 17th Congress of the Soviet Union were arrested and executed for "counter-revolutionary crimes". Among these representatives, 80% were veteran party members who joined the party before the October Revolution or during the civil war, and 60% were workers. Of the 139 members and alternate members of the Central Committee elected at the 17th National Congress, 83 were about to be arrested and executed. Next, I will talk about the situation in the Red Army. Out of the first five generals, three were executed. They were Tukhachevsky, Brukher, and Yegorov. 13 of the 15 commanders were executed, 57 of the 85 commanders were executed, and 10 of the 159 division commanders were executed. Comrades, these statistics are shocking and bloody enough. What I want to say is that any political party may make mistakes in the process of governing, and our party is no exception. This is not terrible. What is terrible is that most members of this political party, even senior officials, are extremely numb to the concept of right and wrong and rationality. In order to protect their status, they even add fuel to the fire and kill their comrades. This is the most terrible thing. History had proven this point. In the Soviet Union's purge of counter-rebels, there were not many high-ranking officials who were truly worthy of praise. Most of the executed central committee members and generals were frightened by Starling's terrorist policies. In order to protect themselves, they actively participated in the bloody atrocity of killing their comrades. Justice, conscience, and sense of responsibility were thrown away like rags. Comrades, it has been proven that it is not easy to live without a conscience. When an extremely wrong idea or crime had just emerged in the party, if all the party members did not work together to eliminate it in the bud, it would eventually harm others and themselves, because when you hurt others, you had already put yourself in a dangerous situation. Everyone had long thrown away justice and conscience like rags. Who else could you expect to save you? Comrades, the past is a guide for the future. If anyone here today is suddenly sent to prison for a groundless crime one day, please think about what I said today. "Zhao Gang sat down calmly after he finished speaking. He felt completely relaxed. For many years, he had been living a cautious life. He felt like a newlywed wife. It was mainly because he had considered too many worldly possessions, such as party membership, position, many years of experience, and family. Sometimes, he had to do things against his will. He had had enough of this kind of life. The extreme sense of oppression forced him to make a choice. Because at least for now, he had not seen the possibility of changing this situation.”To live or to die, the choice that troubled Hamlet was also troubling Zhao Gang today. To Zhao Gang, the answer was clear. If there were conditions for survival, such as losing his dignity and conscience, then he would rather not survive and choose destruction.
The leaders sitting on the stage quickly exchanged glances. The conference host sighed and said,"Zhao Gang, I'm afraid that no one can save you after your speech. You can go back and wait for your punishment.”The venue was in an uproar, and the crowd was furious. Someone stood up and shouted angrily,"Shoot this counter-revolutionary!" "…What the f * ck old revolutionary? " Defeat the counter-revolutionary Zhao Gang..." Zhao Gang was holding a teacup and drinking water. When he heard these shouts, he suddenly stood up and smashed the teacup in his hand to the ground. He looked around the venue scornfully, his eyes full of anger and pity. His lips moved, but he did not say anything. He turned around and left without looking back... Everyone in the venue, including the leaders on the stage, were shocked by Zhao Gang's tough actions. The venue was silent.
When Li Yun Long learned of Zhao Gang's encounter, his face turned pale. He did not eat or drink, and did not say a word. He sat for the entire night as if his soul had left his body. The next morning, he found that his hair had turned white overnight. The surging passion had disappeared, and there was only cold disappointment in his heart.
The local "Cultural Revolution" inevitably affected the army, and the army also showed signs of instability. A few propaganda officers from the military propaganda department who liked to write couldn't hold it in anymore. They contacted some young officers and prepared to set up a rebel organization to carry out a big criticism in the army. When the matter was reported to Li Yun Long, he immediately ordered the few Elementary Scholars to be arrested and locked up in the detention room.
"Old Li, it's fine if those guys are locked up for two days. There's no need to make a big deal out of it." Sun Taian said worriedly. I heard that someone reported you to the Central Cultural Revolution Group, saying that you were a warlord who specialized in sabotaging movements and covered the lid of class struggle.”Li Yunlong said," The army listens to the central government. No one told me to listen to the Central Cultural Revolution Group. Wasn't that a small group? How did it end up in the Politburo? Don't worry about it. I'll take responsibility if anything happens.”Li Yun Long also felt a headache. The entire frontline troops were becoming more and more unstable under the influence of the local fanatical political movements.
There was even an inexplicable desire to fight. This was an old tradition of the army. Once driven by political enthusiasm, the best way to show one's awareness was to bite one's finger and write a letter of invitation. In the war years, this method had been tried and tested many times, which had kept the morale of the troops high. However, the situation was different now. These letters of invitation were empty. Those grassroots officers and soldiers expressed their simple class feelings that the great era had arrived and the battle to completely eliminate imperialism, capitalists, and modern revisionism was about to begin. They were determined to do something in this great battle.
What made Li Yunlong unsure whether to laugh or cry the most was the letter of invitation and strategic plan handed over by a young combat staff officer. The staff officer proposed a strategy of attacking from all sides. He believed that since the Soviet Union became a revisionist country, the center of the world's revolutionary class had moved south. In the current situation, China has irrefutably become the heart of the world's revolutionary class. The burden of completely burying imperialism and modern revisionism has fallen on the shoulders of our generation of soldiers. The strategic idea was to use aerial firepower to strike first on the northern front on a Saturday night without declaring war. Destroy the air base and naval base of the Soviet Far East forces, cut off the railway artery in Siberia, and the armored forces launched a fierce assault on the Soviet Union from Manchuria, Erlianhot, and other places, quickly encircling and annihilating the Soviet Far East forces. Another armored force launched an assault on the Kazakstan Republic of the Soviet Union from the border passes such as Horgos and Alashankou in Xinjiang. The young staff officer foresaw that the decisive battle between China and the Soviet Union would take place in the Kursk region. It would be an unprecedented battle of tanks. The battle would end with the annihilation of the heavy group of the Soviet Union, and Ukraine and Belorusian would be just around the corner. Now that the door to Western Europe is open, our army can move south and wipe out the capitalist countries in Europe.
The southern strategy was to free Jinmen, Mazu, and Penghu Islands and land on Taiwan. The naval fleet headed out of the South China Sea to attack Southeast Asia.
The eastern strategy was simple. They would land in Japan, obtain a base to advance into the Pacific Ocean, raid the Hawaiian Islands, destroy the American Pacific Fleet, and land on the West Coast of the United States after gaining control of the Pacific Ocean. The final scene was very exciting…The bright red flag fluttered on the dome of the White House. The toiling masses of the United States were given free food to welcome the emperor's army, and all mankind was liberated…
As Li Yunlong watched, he was amused. He found the advisor and humbly asked,""Well written. I'm going to report this to the central government, but there's one thing I don't understand. What do you plan to use to cross the Taiwan Strait and the Pacific Ocean? Do you want to use ribs?" The staff officer was overjoyed. He puffed out his chest and said," Sir, as long as we have wooden sailboats, it will be fine. Back then, when our army crossed the Yangtze River and liberated Hainan Island, we used wooden sailboats. Our military equipment is not as good, but we have the spiritual atomic bomb of the ideologies of the people. With the support of the oppressed people of the world, we will definitely win…" Li Yunlong could not help but lose his temper when he heard this."I understand what's going on. You have nothing to do. From tomorrow onwards, you will clean the floor of the headquarters building. If you can't do it once, you have to clean it three times from the first floor to the fourth floor.
Didn't you want to free all mankind? Good! He would start by sweeping the floor. "A military advisor came in to report. No. 1, Liang Jun of the special forces wants to see you."Of course, let him in." Liang Jun was the captain of the first squadron of the special forces. He was a cadre transferred from a certain military region when the special forces were established. He had participated in all the major operations of the special forces and was an officer with unique skills and excellent military qualities. He was an industrial worker, so logically speaking, he was a cadre with a strong background. There was no problem with the political review. But recently, a rebel organization in his hometown sent a letter to the army, revealing that one of his uncles had been a soldier in the National Army and was classified as a historical counter-revolutionary. This was troublesome. With a counter-revolutionary in the family, no matter what kind of background you had, you couldn't work in the army. Even though the party's policy was to "have composition theory but not only composition theory, the emphasis was on political performance." Even though he said that, it was just a way to appease those who had been banished to another register because of their poor background. The heads of the Organization Department and the cadre department of the Party Committee at all levels had an internal principle: people with poor family backgrounds must not enter school, join the army, join the Party, or be promoted. In the military, this principle was implemented even more clearly. Even some special services, such as air force pilots and garrison troops guarding the capital, needed to be investigated for five generations. Even if your second uncle's brother-in-law's uncle had been a cook in the Kuomingtang army for half a year, it was still a sentence. He did not pass the political examination. Liang Jun had a historical counterrevolutionary relative. The military headquarters had informed him to immediately transfer Liang Jun to civilian work. Li Yunlong tried to negotiate with him several times, but it was useless.
Liang Jun was wearing an old military uniform that had been washed until it had turned white. He did not wear a collar badge or cap badge. He had come to bid farewell to the commander. He was grateful for the commander's kindness and knew that the commander had done his best for him. He did not want to complain. This was fate. Who could he blame? He was just a little sad. He was used to being a professional soldier. He didn't know what else he could do after leaving the army.
Liang Jun looked at the commander and said,"Number 1, I bid you farewell." To be honest, I really can't bear to leave the army. This is my home. But…I have no choice. This is my life. I accept it. Number One, do you have anything else to tell me?
His eyes reddened.
Li Yunlong patted Liang Jun's shoulder with a complicated expression as if he had done something wrong. He was speechless for a long time.
He felt guilty. Every member of the special forces was his treasure. Back then, Li Yun Long was the one who had mobilized these vigorous warriors from all directions. But now, he was unable to protect his own warriors. He wanted to comfort them. Before she could say anything, she felt that it was nonsense. Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind like a spark. Damn it, what was a special forces soldier? A small political review rule stumped the special forces? How could they still be called special forces?
Li Yunlong suddenly smiled and said meaningfully,""Logically speaking, with your training, you shouldn't have been sent to a place. If you didn't do well, there might be trouble. Sigh, once a soldier who has received special training breaks free from the shackles of military discipline, it is very likely that he will pose a threat to society. Once he harms society, who can control him?
If the police couldn't do it, even ten people might not be able to subdue you. If the local government couldn't control you, then the army would have to. How about this, you don't have to go through the transfer procedures for now. Go home and take a look first. Contact a job. When a unit accepts you, you can come back and settle the procedures. Remember, you have to do a good job when you get to the place. Don't cause trouble. Liang Jun's eyes lit up as if he had understood something. He stomped his heels and puffed out his chest. Number 1, no matter where Liang Jun goes, he will never embarrass the chief. I will remember your parting words. "Li Yunlong smiled and blinked."I don't think I said anything. " Alright, get ready to set off. The army doesn't care for the elderly. We have to leave sooner or later. I might take off my military uniform one day and return to my hometown to farm. " The bright starlight seemed to be mixed with dew, making it moist and soft. The night sky was as green as a sea. The intermittent white clouds turned into vague rivers that floated in the deep blue sky. Li Yunlong and Tian Yu stood on the balcony and looked up at the night sky. Li Yunlong found the bright Polaris through the handle of the Big Dipper. That was due north. Beijing was in that direction. Li Yunlong smoked silently, looking troubled. Tian Yu suddenly cried. She wiped her tears and muttered to herself," Where are Zhao Gang and Feng Nan now? Why haven't they sent a letter? " In the distant sky, in the vast Milky Way, a shooting star suddenly cut through the night sky and disappeared into the depths of the universe, followed by another…Li Yunlong's heart skipped a beat. He threw away his cigarette butt and stared blankly at the place where the shooting star disappeared. He felt an ominous omen.
At this moment, in the general building of a military office in the western suburbs of Beijing, Zhao Gang and Feng Nan were sitting in an embrace. Zhao Gang's face was covered in bruises. There was a terrible laceration on his lips, revealing missing teeth.
During the day, Zhao Gang was dragged onto the stage and ordered to kneel on the ground. He stood straight and refused to bend his waist. He was forced to kneel on the ground by several members of the rebel faction. He struggled to stand up again. The people who participated in the criticism were furious because such a diehard counter-revolutionary was rare. They shouted slogans, If the enemy doesn't surrender, let him die! He rushed up and knocked Zhao Gang down on the stage. Who knew that after a round of punches and kicks, Zhao Gang would stand up unsteadily. The rebels were furious. They rushed up and beat him up again. This was repeated many times. In the end, the host of the criticism meeting saw that the impact was too bad and announced the temporary dismissal. Zhao Gang insisted on walking home step by step. He only collapsed after entering the door.
Feng Nan soaked a towel with warm water and gently wiped her husband's face. She comforted him,"Old Zhao, bear with it for a while. I'll apply the medicine for you again.”Zhao Gang smiled and patted his stomach."What's this injury? I was shot by a 9mm bullet in my stomach, and my internal organs were all destroyed. This life was originally picked up, and I've lived for so many years. I've already earned it.”Feng Nan leaned against her husband and said,""Rest for a while before you go, okay?
Have you arranged for the children? "Don't worry, I've already made arrangements." Li Yunlong was a warm-hearted person. There was nothing to worry about leaving the children to him. You have been in the army for so many years, and Li Yunlong is the only old comrade you've known. It was strange that a university student and a rude soldier had formed a life-and-death relationship. War is the best glue, and my friendship with Old Li was also formed by quarreling. In 1938, I was just transferred to the Independent Regiment as a political commissar. That day, Old Li was sitting cross-legged on the brick bed drinking wine. When he saw me, he handed me a bottle of wine without saying anything. I said thank you, I don't know how to drink. Old Li snorted with a dark face. If he didn't know what to say, why did he come to the Independent Regiment? I wasn't happy at the time and replied to him. The Independent Regiment was fighting wars, not collecting useless people. This fellow choked on his words. I can tell that he is a donkey. He is used to being the king in this regiment. I heard that the previous political commissar was squeezed out by him because they could not get along with him. When I first arrived at the Independent Regiment, my work was very difficult. Old Li also made up his mind to squeeze me out. At that time, I didn't have a good impression of him. I felt that this person had a lot of problems. How could such a person be the regiment commander? His characteristic was to complain when he met his superiors. He had clearly carried out the order, but he still nagged a few words. It was as if he would suffer a loss if he did not complain. It was even more outrageous to the subordinates. They would curse and swear when they opened their mouths. Sometimes, they would even beat people up. However, the strange thing was that this guy had a very high prestige in the regiment. All the officers and soldiers in the regiment respected him very much, and even worshipped him. At that time, I thought that this person was probably quite unique. Later, I participated in a few battles with the Independent Regiment before I realized that Old Li was really a bit of a genius when it came to fighting. He had many ideas, was good at thinking in the opposite direction, and never stuck to the rules. "At the mention of Li Yunlong, Zhao Gang, whose face was full of scars, immediately became spirited. He is a typical realist, while I am an idealist. Once these two types of people met, a collision was inevitable.
Old Li was a very pragmatic person. He mocked theories and dismissed them as 'great principles' or 'dog-skin plasters'. And I was full of bookish spirit at that time, but I loved to talk about theories. I guess you became good friends because you became more realistic and stopped making theories. " Feng Nan asked..." Yes, the environment of war was too harsh, and idealism could not cope with this cruel reality. Frankly speaking, the Independent Regiment could still win the battle without me, Zhao Gang. Without Li Yunlong, the Independent Regiment would not have survived for even a month in the harsh environment of Northwest Shanxi.
Regarding this point, I was completely convinced by Old Li. In terms of how to be a true soldier, I admit that he was my teacher. Feng Nanyi looked at Zhao Gang and said,"I think both of you are tragic characters." Zhao Gang, I'm afraid you'll be an idealist until your death. When you joined the revolution, your goal was very clear. You were prepared to sacrifice yourself for a certain ideal. When reality went against your original intention, you felt a sense of destruction. Because you are powerless to stop the development of reality, that kind of helplessness and pain is very deep. If you live with this kind of pain, you will feel that life has become meaningless. "Zhao Gang looked at Feng Nan with a complicated gaze and sighed."We've lived together for more than ten years, and you've always played the role of a gentle wife in front of me. I've almost forgotten about your other side. It could really be said that he had struck after the enemy…
"Character is fate," Feng Nan said with a sad smile. I have no power to change you. The only thing I can do is to accompany you until death.”Zhao Gang cried in pain." What you're doing is meaningless. You're deliberately making my conscience feel indebted. Why don't you give me some freedom?" Give me some power to choose?" "Zhao Gang, do you know about the Russian Decembrists?”"Of course I know. They are also a group of idealistic revolutions.”"I'm thinking about the Decembrists in Russia, and their wives. After the failure of the Decembrist uprising, they were exiled to Siberia by the Tsar. Their wives were faced with two choices, either to break off relations with their husbands and continue to stay in Peter as nobles. Or they would be stripped of their noble status and accompany their husbands to Siberia to do hard labor. These noble and weak women showed great courage and resolutely chose the winner. Moved to tears, Dostoevsky said, They abandoned all their noble identities, wealth, social connections, and family. They sacrificed everything for the sake of noble morality and freedom. For the past 25 years, the innocent women had suffered the same fate as their criminal husbands…You see, after more than 100 years, in the hearts of the people, the heroic Decembrists were not as perfect as their wives in history. The wives of the Decembrists became a group, a symbol of heroism, and history firmly remembered these great women. You know, if there is no you in this world, there is no meaning for me to live. The loneliness of my thoughts and the longing for you will also kill me, remember? When I first saw you, I truly understood what love at first sight was. At that time, I thought, thank God, this man is a gift from God.”Zhao Gang gently hugged his wife and looked around the living room. After the house was raided, the living room was beyond recognition. The books were torn into piles of waste paper. Zhao Gang was wearing a suit and a large photo of him wearing the rank of major general was marked with a red cross. Zhao Gang smiled lightly." Life is really like a dream…Tell me, back then, you threw your pen into the army and joined a revolution. After decades of fighting and killing, do you regret it?
"Feng Nan asked.
"I don't regret it. I did my part as a Chinese. At that time, our nation was in danger, and a strong enemy was pressing down on us. In front of the invaders, we didn't embarrass the soldiers of the Celestial Empire. As for the war that overthrew the rule of the National Party, I was proud to have participated in that war. It was a dictatorial, unpopular, and rotten government. It would be impossible for the heavens to tolerate it if it did not collapse. I've participated in two wars in my life and done what I wanted to do. There was nothing to regret. I just feel sad. I think of those comrades who sacrificed themselves to establish this regime. I can't stand it when I think of them. In the eleven years since I joined the Eighth Route Army in 1938 until the founding of the People's Republic of China in 1949, I have changed 13 guards. They all died in front of me, most of them sacrificed to protect me. Until today, when I close my eyes, those lively faces appear in my mind. I can accurately call out their names and clearly remember the order and location of their sacrifice. During the Huaihai Battle, the number of soldiers who died was more than ten thousand. The corpses that had just been carried down from the line of fire were covered in white cloth and laid out in the fields. I couldn't even count them. I saw a wounded person struggling and crying desperately on a stretcher. Put me down. I want to go back. Our entire company has been sacrificed. I want to take revenge. An old man beside the stretcher cried and urged the stretcher bearer. Quick, quick, the child is dying. Hurry up, child, wait. We're almost at the hospital. You can't die just like that.
At that time, I was already the deputy political commissar of the column. I should have maintained some image in front of my subordinates, but at that time…I couldn't control my tears and cried so hard that I couldn't even speak. These people who sacrificed their lives for their ideals thought that they could exchange their sacrifices for a free and just society, but did their hopes come true? "At this point, Zhao Gang couldn't help but cry. He wiped his tears away and said, Ten years ago, it was in this very house that I had a heart-to-heart talk with Mr. Tian. Now that I think about it, Mr. Tian was truly a rare wise man. He could really see the future through layers of fog. Ten years ago, he was worried that a catastrophe would befall our people. Now, unfortunately, he was right. I understand now, revolution is probably a neutral word. It could lead people to the light, and it could also create disasters in the name of revolution. Revolutions must conform to the universal moral code, that is, the principle of humanity. If they were indifferent to individual life or even caused bloodshed and death for no reason, the so-called revolution would be suspicious no matter how beautiful the banner was. Now I finally understand Gorky's loud cry: In these days of animalistic behavior, let's be more humane…If you reject humanity, without love and sympathy, it's impossible to become a revolutionary. Feng Nan, I don't have the ability to stop the disaster from spreading, but I have the ability to defend my dignity. Without my dignity, I would rather choose death. Feng Nan looked at Zhao Gang and said," My first impression of you commies was that when the People's Liberation Army entered Shanghai, thousands of soldiers were sleeping on the streets. Even the door of my house was full of them. They were really disciplined and did not commit any crimes. When I went out in the morning, I didn't see the soldiers lying on the ground and almost tripped. A young regiment commander saluted me and apologized profusely. I was so moved that tears welled up in my eyes. He was really a soldier of the people. The regiment commander was at most 27 or 28 years old. He was handsome and had a good tongue. He seemed to have received a good education and treated the ladies like a gentleman.
At that time, I thought that there were really hidden dragons and crouching tigers in the party. After more than twenty years of armed struggle, it was impossible for such a great revolution to go from weak to strong and lead the people to overthrow the government of the National Party without the participation of many outstanding talents. Especially after meeting you, I have a deeper impression of you. Even such an outstanding person like my husband is a member of the Party. Will this party still make mistakes when it is in power? How childish. In fact, any political party can make mistakes. From my perspective as an outsider, the biggest mistake this political party made was to unconsciously carry out a reverse elimination of quality. Gradually, the outstanding people in the party who had a sense of justice, dared to resist the evil forces, and risked their lives to plead for the people were eliminated. In this way, disaster was inevitable. Am I right? That's half right. There are still many outstanding people, and they are constantly coming forward. At least, I believe Li Yunlong is one of them.
He's a tough guy and has more courage than me. "Zhao Gang straightened his body, but he accidentally touched his wound and gasped in pain.
" Don't move. Sit quietly and rest for a while." Feng Nan supported her husband with her heart aching.”Zhao Gang closed his eyes, as if he had fallen asleep…A thread of thoughts mixed with a faint sadness brought him back to Yan 'an's "Kang Da" years ago. He had studied there, and he could not forget the Yellow Plateau in northern Shaanxi. The undulating mountains were like frozen waves between a wife, the barren slopes lacked vegetation, and the skinny old cow dragged the ancient wooden plow. It seemed to be a high-pitched and desolate tune from the sky: It's easy for us to meet, but it's difficult to talk.……
I couldn't see the mountain, I couldn't see the people, I cried and threw my eggs into the sand pole.
Ansai's waist drum was booming, the white sheep-bellied handkerchief was dancing in the yellow dust, the strong young men of Suide, the beautiful daughters of Mizhi, the "Yellow River Chorus" in the smoke, the "Big Saber March" with the sonorous sound of swords and spears... On the thousands of miles of Huaihai Plain, hundreds of thousands of field army officers and soldiers sang loudly: Chase after them, chase after them, don't let the enemy catch their breath, don't let the enemy run away…On both sides of the Longhai Line, hundreds of thousands of troops swept up two waves of tides, raising dust all over the sky. They echoed north and south, traveling day and night, sweeping away. The powerful Huang Baitao Corps was instantly annihilated…
The festive fireworks were colorful, the military parade was full of cannons, the planes roared, the tanks rumbled, and countless golden stars shone under the autumn sun on the viewing platform...
This life was enough. The wind swept the sea, and the waves crisscrossed. Those who boarded the ship thought it was spectacular. Why didn't the great waves of life and death think it was magnificent? The flames of war, the endless battles, the joy of victory, the sorrow of a dead friend, the cold face of a strong enemy, the beautiful scenery in a gentle village, the interweaving of joy and pain, the companionship of youth, friendship and love... What else could a man ask for in this life?…
Zhao Gang opened his eyes, his eyes shining brightly. He patted Feng Nan's back and said softly,"Hey, the Decembrists should be on their way. Dawn is a good time to be on your way.”Feng Nan's tears were already falling like rain. She suddenly hugged Zhao Gang and cried,"Zhao Gang, I'm afraid. This is a sore spot in my heart. I'm afraid that when our bodies disappear, our souls will also scatter. Without you, I'm too lonely.”"Don't worry, I'll hold you tight. You won't be able to escape even if you want to." Zhao Gang smiled.”Feng Nan wiped away her tears and smiled like a child."Really? You have to keep your word and let me rest assured.”She gently helped Zhao Gang up and said," Take care, my dear December Party member. We are going to the snowy Siberia…"
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