Du Changhai, the No. 1 Servant of the Red Leather Alliance, often had a strange feeling recently. The symptoms were as follows: the nerve center was always in a state of high excitement. When he walked, it was as if springs were installed on the soles of his feet. Gravity seemed to be ineffective, as if he was walking on the moon. Of course, this was just a feeling. His mind was also in a half-drowsy state, like he was half-drunk. His whole body was like a sail that was full of wind, and he felt full. Even his skin was a little strange. Any touch would cause a thrill that made people tremble, like the ripples of the spring breeze on the surface of the lake.
Even his wife noticed that there was something wrong with him, as if he was possessed. From morning till night, he did not know fatigue and was in high spirits. As the No. 1 Servant, he could be said to be busy every day. If this was in the past, with his body, he would have been exhausted into a pile of mud. But now, it was a little strange. Why was he so energetic? At night, he was intimate with his wife in bed. It would not be over if he did not make love for half the night. Just a year ago, his wife insisted that Du Changhai suffered from impotency and almost divorced him because of it. How did he become like this now? Are you still going to let me sleep? Humans were like crops. They could not survive even if there was a drought or a flood.
Du Changhai knew what was going on. This was called passion. Life would be boring if one didn't have passion. Only the times could create passion. Ever since he transferred to a local government office and became the administrative director, he had been wronged to death. The administrative office was in charge of the logistics work of the government office. He had to take care of the canteen, driver's shift, telephone exchange, plumber, and other jobs. If you get scolded for not doing a good job, what is the administrative department doing? You can't even do this kind of work well? Du Changhai had commanded an artillery regiment in the North Korean battlefield. He was a natural-born soldier. A real soldier did not like a peaceful environment. How could a deputy regiment commander who had such a glorious military career spend his entire life in a department doing some annoying logistics work? After the army returned from North Korea, they were originally prepared to participate in the award ceremony. However, an order was issued and Du Changhai's unit was revoked. Du Changhai, who could have been awarded the rank of lieutenant colonel, was forced to change his profession. His ambition had not been fulfilled. He was supposed to devote his life to the military. He was supposed to be a golden horse, swallowing thousands of miles and making contributions on the battlefield. However, fate played a trick on him. He was depressed. This was a society where everything was orderly and orderly. All the positions had been taken by others. Everything had to be based on seniority. He had to be patient and endure the years. If it was not for the "Cultural Revolution", he might have been buried in the government for the rest of his life. But now, fate had finally given him a chance. The old order that was previously regarded as sacred and inviolable had been destroyed. Those insufferably arrogant big shots in the past had fallen one after another. Even his immediate superior, the bureau chief, and the party secretary had their heads shaved. They hung a big sign and stuck out their buttocks under the poisonous sun of August. They were criticized for a few hours, but they still kept nodding and bowing to the rebels. Du Changhai used to be extremely respectful to his leaders, but now, the world had turned around. The old order had been destroyed, and the new order had not yet been born. This opportunity was rare. The history of the Celestial Empire had proven many times that only in troubled times did small characters have a chance to stand out. History was like a Rubik's cube that was constantly changing, constantly arranging and combining in a limited space.
Since he was fortunate enough to encounter troubled times, why not rise up? It would lay a foundation for the future distribution of power. "Kings and generals, do you have balls?" The battle with the Jinggangshan Corps had entered a stalemate. Du Changhai's excellent coordination with the infantry and cannon had left the other side with a lingering fear. They were unable to launch a new offensive in the short term. Du Changhai seized the time to perfect his command system. He set up a command department, a combat department, an intelligence department, and a logistics department. He recruited retired soldiers everywhere, and it would be best if they were retired officers who had served as combat staff officers.
He wanted to form his own staff. Even though he thought so, it was not an easy thing to do. There were many soldiers who had been discharged, but there were not many officers who had served as staff officers.
People were like this. When luck came, you couldn't stop it. Du Changhai was still worrying about his staff when a military officer came knocking on his door. This was a very capable guy. His name was Zhang Zhong, and he used to be a combat staff officer in the Xinjiang Military Region. Due to a conflict with his leader, he asked to be transferred out of anger. After arriving in the city, he had not had time to assign work because the work of the Military Personnel Resettlement Office had been paralyzed. The little transfer fee given by the army was almost spent. He heard that the Red Revolution Alliance was a left-wing organization in the city. He only hoped that after the movement ended, he could solve his job problem.
"Have you fought in a war? Have you ever led troops?" Du Changhai didn't bother with formalities at all. He went straight to the point with two questions.
Zhang Zhong's temper was like a soldier's, and he didn't waste any words.""In the 1962 China-India border counterattack, I commanded a battalion.
How about we talk about tactics? "Du Changhai probed.
"Without a map of the enemy and ourselves, it can't even be considered a strategy on paper. How about this? Lend me a bicycle. I'll go around the two sides 'positions. I'll make a sand table tomorrow. We'll talk then.”Du Changhai deliberately said," Although there isn't a big battle right now, snipers are constantly shooting at the frontline. Snipers are everywhere. It's dangerous for you to scout."”
Zhang Zhong smiled faintly. Moreover, this was at most a martial arts competition, not a war.”"What weapons have you used? What is your most proficient weapon?" "I've played with all the light weapons. The most proficient is probably the pistol." President Hai slammed the pistol on the table and said,""Let's try." Zhang Zhong didn't stand on ceremony. He grabbed his pistol and loaded it with bullets. He walked to the window and fired at the telephone line 30 meters away. Bam!" With two shots, two telephone wires were cut off.
Du Changhai sucked in a breath of cold air. To be fair, he did not have the ability to do so.
The next day, Zhang Zhong brought over an exquisite sand table. On it, the deployment of troops, firing points, temporary fortifications, and the enemy's and enemy's situation were all professionally marked. " Do you still need me to explain?" Zhang Zhong asked.”Du Changhai smiled." Forget it. You don't have to say anything. You're now my Chief of Staff. Are you satisfied with this position?"”Zhang Zhong remained calm as he said expressionlessly,""I'm fine with anything. I'll just follow the assignment. Just don't forget to arrange a job for me in the future.”Du Changhai was faced with a problem. After a few battles, the ammunition in his hands was almost exhausted.
After all, the civil and military guards were not regular soldiers. They lacked battlefield experience and were timid. They often swept the bullets over without seeing anyone. In the end, the results were not great, but the consumption of ammunition was shocking. Du Changhai didn't have an arsenal, so replenishing ammunition was a big problem. It was not easy to attack the garrison again. The garrison had strengthened their vigilance and adopted a tough stance. The field army, which had once announced its support for the Red Revolution Alliance, had suddenly become ambiguous recently. They only verbally expressed their support for the " left wing " in general, but they did not do anything. According to the intelligence, the leadership of the field army was not unified on the issue of supporting the left. The stubborn Commander Li and the left-wing Political Commissar Ma were like fire and water.
Du Changhai asked to see Li Yunlong as the No. 1 service staff of the Red Revolution Alliance. He was confident that he could convince the commander to support his organization with his loyalty to the revolutionary cause and good eloquence. Li Yunlong immediately replied that they could come and talk.
Du Changhai was in a GAS69 Soviet-style jeep, followed by a Liberation truck. Inside the jeep sat his guard squad. There were more than 20 people in the guard squad. They were all dressed in blue denim work clothes, with a wicker safety helmet on their heads and a canvas magazine with three magazines tied to their chests. Each of them was equipped with a Type 56 submachine gun and a Type 54 pistol, which made them look very imposing.
The field army headquarters had entered a state of battle. A sandbag fortification was built at the entrance of the compound. The front was blocked by a snake-shaped barbed wire, and a few heavy machine gun barrels extended from the back of the fortification. A duty officer with a duty armband was standing behind the white parking line with a command flag in one hand and a pistol in the other. There were four soldiers with steel helmets and Type 56 semi-automatic rifles on both sides of the gate. The officer and the soldiers stood straight as if they were cast in steel. Their dark faces under the steel helmets were murderous. The snow-white gloves and the silver light of the bayonet in their hands reflected each other in the sunlight.
Even though Du Changhai had seen the world, he still felt a little scared at this moment. He muttered to himself, F * ck, this was a field army after all. Their style could crush people to death.
The officer on duty claimed that he had received an order to only allow Du Changhai to enter. The rest of the people should all stand outside the parking line and wait. The brothers of the guard class were not willing to do so. They shouted excitedly," We are guards. Wherever the boss goes, we will follow. What's so great about a military headquarters?"
The officer on duty seemed to be too lazy to waste his breath on them. He simply shouted,"Those who cross the parking line without permission will be killed without mercy.”The sound of a machine gun bolt was heard from behind the sandbag fortification. The eight soldiers at the door pulled the bolt almost at the same time and loaded the bullets. Du Changhai saw that things were going to get awkward, so he quickly waved his hand and ordered his subordinates to retreat to the parking line before he walked in.
He sat in the reception room for a full 40 minutes. During this time, no one poured him a glass of water. His self-esteem was greatly hurt. When Li Yunlong appeared in front of Du Changhai, Du Changhai jumped up from the sofa and saluted in a standard military posture. Li Yunlong waved his hand coldly."You're not wearing a military uniform. Why are you saluting? At ease." Du Changhai choked on his breath and was unable to speak for a long time. He did not dare to flare up. He was intimidated by the aura of the commander in front of him. Li Yunlong was wearing a serge general's windbreaker issued when he was awarded the title in 1955. His legs were slightly spread apart and his hands were behind his back. He had a dignified expression on his face and two cold lights shot out from his eyes, making Du Changhai feel very uncomfortable.
"I heard that you were the deputy commander of the army?" Li Yun Long said. Which unit are you from?" "Army." "Oh, Commander is Lame Sun, right? He's an old fellow from the Second Field." "Does the chief know our commander?" Du Changhai asked.”"Yes, I met him during the Long March. At that time, he was the commander of the cavalry. This guy has a bad temper and likes to scold people. He always scolds his parents.”"He's also a little lame. I heard that he got injured in the Hexi Corridor when he joined the West Army.”"What do you need me for?" Li Yunlong asked.”" It's like this. I am requesting the support of the People's Liberation Army as the No. 1 Servant of the Red Revolutionary Alliance. We are in a very difficult situation under the armed attack of the rebel organization, the Jinggangshan Corps. According to the spirit of the Central Cultural Revolution Group, the People's Liberation Army has to support the revolutionary left...
"…" Li Yunlong interrupted him,"Didn't we make our stand clear? Of course, the People's Liberation Army had to support the left, but could they support the right? How could he not understand this? Do you still need the Central Cultural Revolution to teach you? We lack ammunition, heavy weapons, and communication tools. We also need commanders who understand military affairs. Our wounded need to be treated in the military hospital. We need practical help...
"How could Li Yunlong not hear what he was implying? He was venting his dissatisfaction. Li Yunlong suppressed his anger and tried his best to calm down."You still lack heavy weapons?" You even have the Type 59 tank and the Type 152 howitzer. You were once the deputy commander, so you should know the firearms of our army. Heavy artillery like the Type 152 howitzer can only be equipped by the artillery of the division. Should I give you a few more medium-range tactical missiles? "His tone suddenly became sharp."Have you thought about it? With the heavy artillery and tanks in your hands, coupled with a few artillery shells, how many innocent civilians will be killed once they open fire? How many buildings and properties would be destroyed? Brother comrade, this isn't the North Korean battlefield. This is our own land, the city that we built with our own hard work. You want to destroy it in a heat of the moment? This is a crime…" Leader Mao said,'There is no room for compromise on the route.‘The 'Great Cultural Revolution' of the working class was a great struggle between the working class and the capitalist class. It was a matter of life and death, a matter of right and wrong. We responded to the call of the leader Mao and rose up to create a rebellion against the capitalists. We are the staunch revolutionary left wing, but the counter-revolutionary organization, the Jinggangshan Corps, is trying to restore capitalists. They are armed to the teeth, killing our soldiers and attacking us wildly. If we don't pick up our weapons, we will commit the mistake of right-wing capitulation. You are a veteran of the Red Army, a high-ranking officer of our army. I respect your history, but I also have to point out that your thinking can no longer keep up with the development of the times. It's dangerous, Chief. No matter how old your qualifications are or how much credit you have, if you relax the transformation of your worldview, you will be eliminated by history and will go against the people...
Li Yunlong's mouth was clumsy, and he really couldn't handle it. Du Changhai's mouth was quite sharp, and he had a set of tricks up his sleeve. You still couldn't refute him. This was because his theory was not his own, but came from the highest decision-making level. Could you say that the theory of the Central Cultural Revolution was nonsense? Li Yunlong looked at the simple-minded former deputy commander of the artillery regiment with pity. He was not a bad person. He sincerely believed that he was a firm revolutionary left wing. Everything he did was to protect the leader of Mao and the victory of the "Cultural Revolution". He was sincere and not fake. Li Yun Long thought that this kind of person was more dangerous. His brain had entered a fanatical state, and he couldn't listen to anything. He didn't care how much trouble he caused. So what if a few people died? There would be sacrifices if one wanted to fight. The achievements of the "cultural revolution" were great, but the losses were small.
What a mess. Disorder the enemy and train the masses. Only chaos can lead to great governance…These instructions from the highest decision-making level could be used by Du Changhai as a weapon. Li Yunlong was stunned, and there was no way to refute him.："Listening to your words is better than reading ten years of books," said Li Yunlong patiently. I'm a boor, uneducated, and my theoretical level is not as high as yours. I'll remember your help and education. As for how to give you actual support, I think it's still the same. Don't you have a direct line to the Central Cultural Revolution? You can ask the Central Cultural Revolution to give an order to the military and government. As long as there is a written order from the military and government, let alone giving you weapons and ammunition, I, a small commander, will be able to be your guard. " Look, I'm only assigned a guard. You're more ostentatious than me. You're just a guard squad. The commander of the military region is nothing more than this. Someone, send me out…" he roared.
Zou Ming, the No. 1 Serviceman of the Jinggangshan Corps, had been racking his brains over the ammunition issue for the past two days. He knew that both sides were facing each other because they lacked ammunition and were unable to attack. At this time, as long as one side had sufficient ammunition, the balance would be broken immediately, and the balance of strength between the two sides would tilt towards one side. Zou Ming was a decisive person. He didn't want to ask for anyone's opinion. This kind of thing required determination and courage.
Although the provincial military district secretly supported his military operations, they no longer dared to deliberately open the ammunition depot for him to rob. It was said that the provincial military district had already been criticized by the military and the government for their actions last time. For the time being, they did not dare to openly provide military assistance to the Jinggangshan Corps. The only way now was to use the field army. He knew that the field army had a huge ammunition depot. If he could get his hands on it, he would not have to worry about ammunition for the next few years. What was a restricted military zone? In the name of revolution, there was no place that could not be entered. Although the garrison was armed with live ammunition and seemed to be facing a great enemy, claiming that they had entered level one combat readiness, would he dare to shoot if they really rushed in? Shooting at the revolutionary rebels, did Li Yunlong still want his head? This was the executioner who suppressed the revolutionary masses. Would he dare to take this responsibility? Otherwise, why would none of the troops dare to shoot when the entire country was snatching the weapons of the garrison?
Zou Ming sent out a troop of a few hundred men overnight. They rode on more than 20 trucks and headed toward the restricted military zone. The members of this unit were all from the West District and were industrial workers of Dongfeng Machinery Factory. There were also many soldiers who had been discharged. The weapons in their hands were very miscellaneous because these weapons were not only from the armory of the provincial military region, but also from the armory of the city's armed forces. The guns in the hands of the fighters were all different. The Japanese " Type 38 " rifles, machine guns, and the Soviet-made " MPSH-31 " submachine guns had long been eliminated by the regular army. There were also equipment seized by the US military during the Second World War, such as the " Thompson " submachine gun and the " M1 " carbine gun. They were all equipment from the US military in the early 1940s. Due to long-term wear and tear, the accuracy of these weapons was poor, the failure rate was high, the bullets were not universal, and the parts could not be interchanged. In a battle, they could kill people. Zou Ming, the former infantry regiment commander, was so anxious about this that he couldn't sleep. This was also the reason why he had made up his mind. Other than the active equipment of the field army, what else could he think of?
The motorcade marched toward the suburbs in a mighty manner. The veterans who had just been discharged felt as if they had returned to the days of war. The young workers who had never been soldiers were even more excited. If it were not for the "cultural revolution", where else could they find such an opportunity to beat up whoever they wanted with real weapons in their hands? Even at night, the city was filled with the noise of war. Flare flares rose and fell in the night, and signal flares of various colors rose and fell. The sporadic sound of machine gun fire could be heard in the wind, and the tracers with long trails drew a silver trajectory in the air. A veteran who participated in the Tianjin street fighting during the Liberation War sighed in the carriage."Damn it, we're back to the old days. That Chen Changjie kid.
The driver of the first truck in the convoy did not seem to hear anything. The two front tires of the truck were flat. He stepped on the brakes and the truck crashed into the telephone pole on the side of the road. The fighters in the car covered their heads and cursed loudly. In order not to waste any time, the second truck turned the steering wheel and bypassed the first truck, ready to continue moving forward. However, before they could get around the stalled truck, the two front tires suddenly went flat. The two trucks blocked the narrow road. One of the ex-soldiers who had been a scout had very sensitive ears. He seemed to have heard two faint dull sounds that seemed very familiar. He pondered for two minutes and suddenly shouted in realization," F * ck, someone is shooting at Lun Tai. There is a silencer installed on this gun…" The members of the fighting team were enraged. This is a counter-revolutionary ambush. Brothers, open fire! The team members jumped out of the car and opened up a skirmish line to shoot fiercely in the darkness ahead. Different models of guns sprayed out long tongues of fire like golden snakes dancing wildly, and hot shells flew everywhere... When all the magazines were empty, the combat team members found that there was no return fire in the darkness. They looked at each other and began to doubt whether the veteran's words were a bluff.
Zou Ming was riding in a Beijing jeep behind the convoy. When he heard the gunshots, he ordered the driver to cross the convoy and rush to the front. When he jumped out of the jeep with a pistol in his hand, the team members were holding empty guns in their hands. Even they themselves could not tell if someone had really fired at the car tires. Zou Ming was a regiment commander after all. He decisively ordered his team members to push away the two trucks blocking the road. His intuition told him that there wouldn't be too many people ambushing them.
It would not be like this. More than a dozen members rushed over to push the truck. Before they could push the truck, there were a few faint dull sounds in front of them. Five or six members were immediately shot and fell. The rest immediately lay down and returned fire. After a quick shot, there was no movement in front of them. Zou Ming noticed something strange. All the victims had been shot in the calf. Although the leg bone was not injured, the bullet had left a terrifying penetrating wound. The bullet only left an inconspicuous hole at the entrance, but a piece of muscle tissue the size of a wine cup had been torn off at the exit. Zou Ming's heart skipped a beat. He had an ominous feeling. He felt that there was a power more powerful than he had imagined lurking in the darkness opposite him. It was patiently teasing him like a cat playing with a mouse. Zou Ming was a veteran who had joined the army in 1942. He had been through hundreds of battles from a soldier to a regiment commander. He was experienced in the battlefield, but today, he tasted fear for the first time. He felt like a fish on a chopping board, helpless to be slaughtered. His team members didn't know what Zou Ming was thinking. They were eager to take revenge. Some of them were desperately shooting, while others were pushing the cart. Zou Ming suddenly waved his pistol and shouted,"Be careful!" However, it was too late. A few more team members fell down. Zou Ming's right hand that was holding the gun suddenly seemed to have been electrocuted. The pistol made a sharp metal whistle and flew three meters away. Under the huge impact, his right hand was numb and lost consciousness. One of the team members picked up the pistol, and everyone was shocked. A bullet accurately hit the barrel, and the barrel was deformed. Everyone understood that there was no way to fight this battle. His opponent had shown mercy. Otherwise, with his opponent's spear technique, Zou Ming would have been finished even if he had ten lives. The injured brothers were not real soldiers. The great pain brought by the penetrating wound made them lose their face. The wounded people cried loudly, and the morale of the team members quickly fell. Moreover, if the wounded were not carried back for treatment, they would lose too much blood and die. Zou Ming didn't hesitate anymore. He decisively gave the order, Retreat!
At the conclusion meeting, Zou Ming played with the nearly scrapped Type 54 pistol and thought, Damn it, only a ghost would believe that this was done by the Red Revolution Alliance. If the Red Revolution Alliance had this ability, there would be no need to fight. These mysterious shooters were like ghosts. They were really f * cking professional. Zou Ming had never seen such a high level of marksmanship in his ten years of military life. The shooter's shooting position was well hidden, and even the flame of his mouth was eliminated in a very professional way. The silencer successfully covered up the gunshot, making it impossible to tell which direction the bullet came from. What was even more puzzling was that they were in the dark at that time. It was simply unbelievable that his marksmanship was so superb when shooting in the dark.
Zou Ming made a long-distance call to an old comrade. This old comrade worked in an arsenal in the southwest and was engaged in light weapons research. After listening to Zou Ming's description carefully, the old comrade blurted out without thinking,"Those shooters are equipped with infrared sights. Now, the armies of some developed countries are equipped with such sights. I can see you clearly when the visible light is zero. Eh? How strange. This kind of scope is not even available for scientific research, let alone for the army. How can you see it?”Zou Ming wasn't a fool. He understood that his most dangerous opponent wasn't the mob of the Red Revolution Alliance, but a powerful force hidden in the dark. This opponent knew his limits. He only gave him a warning, as if telling him that if he wanted his head, it would be as easy as taking it out of his pocket. Thinking of this, Zou Ming had goosebumps all over his body.
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