Chapter 56: The Second Captain of the Southern Army

Chen Zikun got up with difficulty, sat at the small table, picked up the wine pot and poured a glass, and tilted his neck to drink. The strong wine stimulated the broken oral mucosa. He took a breath of cold air in pain: "Hiss, it's delicious! What kind of wine?"

The strange voice said, "This is the local wine produced by Kweichow Moutai."

Chen Zikun sighed deeply, but he didn't expect that the first time in his life, he drank the famous Moutai liquor for the first time in his life, but was in a death row.

He simply raised his wine pot and drank a big mouthful, shouting: "Have fun!"

"Young boy, you are almost dead, why are you not afraid at all?" said the man.

Chen Zikun said: "Let the knife be successful and live up to the young man. Come on, don't hide it, have a drink with me."

A lame old man in old military uniform came out of the darkness, with a bunch of keys hanging around his waist, and as he walked, he dragged his lame legs and said, "No wonder the handsome man doesn't kill you, you guys are a bit interesting."

When I got closer, I actually opened the prison door with the key, sat facing Chen Zikun, picked up the wine glass and took a sip, and smacked my lips: "Good wine in Guizhou, heroes in Yanzhao, young people, you have a northerner accent, right?"

Chen Zikun said: "I am an orphan and I don't know where my hometown is."

Lao Jun said: "That's it. The Grand Marshal also died early. He grew up alone since childhood. You can't escape the death penalty for assassinating the Grand Marshal today. However, this courage is remarkable. Good man, I'll drink with you."

After drinking a few drinks, Chen Zikun glanced at the key on the old army's waist and said, "You old man is very brave, aren't you afraid of me?"

The old army laughed: "I lived sixty years old and I have never seen anything in the world. I didn't have you when I followed Feng Junmen to kill the French devils at Zhennan Pass."

Chen Zikun said: "It turns out to be an old hero, I'm disrespectful."

The old army smiled indifferently and said, "It's just an old wounded soldier. If we talk about heroes and heroes, the place of Guangdong and Guangxi, we are the first to recommend our general."

Chen Zikun said: "It's just a martial artist, let alone a hero?"

Lao Jun said: "Young boy, I'll tell you a story."

Chen Zikun said: "Look at me with your ears."

"Once upon a time, there was a child who died of his father when he was two years old and his mother when he was ten years old. He wandered around at a young age. He slept in dilapidated temples and coffins. At the age of sixteen, he eliminated the harm to the people and killed the evil dog of the French pastor. He left his hometown to come to the waterkou of Longzhou to guard the cemetery. He practiced good shooting skills and courage. Later, he whistled in the Wushan forest and killed foreigners. He did not harm the people and was called a righteous bandit."

Lao Jun said here, and paused before saying, "Later, this man became the admiral of Guangxi of the Qing Dynasty and the inspector of Guangdong and Guangxi in the Republic of China. In such a huge China, half of the country was under his control. He was Lu Rongting, General Lu."

Chen Zikun said solemnly: "It's indeed a hero in troubled times!"

The old army smiled proudly: "There are clouds in the world, there are Zhang Zuolin in the north, and Lu Rongting in the south. In fact, this sentence is wrong. How can Zhang Zuolin compare with our general? Once, the north and the south discussed peace. Zhang Zuolin and the general met in the capital. The two competed for shooting skills. Zhang's shooting skills were just a trick in front of the general. Zhang was not convinced and compared to the injuries on his body. The general took off his battle robe on the spot and counted more than 80 scars, while Zhang Zuolin only had more than fifty places. From then on, Zhang no longer dared to be arrogant in front of the general."

Chen Zikun was silent, but his heart was filled with storms. Although Lao Jun's words were a bit brilliant, they were still true. Lu Rongting was really a hero of a generation. With such a legendary experience, as a seven-foot man, how could he not yearn for it?

Unfortunately, he had to give his head a big and good head on the execution ground, and no matter how many ambitions he had, he couldn't help but sigh. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh.

Lao Jun drank another drink and staggered out.

For six days, the old army came to drink and chat with Chen Zikun every day, and he was given a lot of fish and meat every day. His injuries were cured quickly. On the seventh day, Chen Zikun was already familiar with Lu Rongting's glorious history and the ins and outs of the Guangzhou Military Government. His Cantonese level has also improved greatly. He said that it was not very straightforward, but it sounded like he was inseparable.

Suddenly the prison door opened wide, and a team of policemen came in to take Chen Zikun away and brought him into the Guangzhou Criminal Court. Five prisoners of the deer-headed rats were being tried in the court. The judge slapped the auspicious wood and asked, "Is Yin Weijun killed by you?"

Chen Zikun's heart immediately raised.

The head prisoner said: "Yes, it was done by our five tigers in Shantou."

The judge said: "Why do you kill someone?"

The prisoner said, "It was because we snatched a beautiful woman that day and were about to act, but she ruined her good things. We couldn't beat her. We had to choose another opportunity to buy a gun from Guangzhou and beat her to death with masks. We had a breath of anger."

The judge said: "The crime of murder in the street is unforgivable. If you are sentenced to death according to law, can you be dissatisfied?"

Some of the prisoners cried bitterly, some were stunned, and some kowtowed and begged for mercy. The judge waved his hand and took them down.

"It turns out that my aunt was beaten to death by these hooligans." Chen Zikun's heart was shocked.

Then, Chen Zikun was taken to the trial table. The judge picked up the case file and looked at it, and asked: "You attempted to assassinate the military government president, General Lu, seven days ago. During the assassination, you killed four guards and injured five people. Is it true?"

Chen Zikun said proudly: "Yes."

The judge was not too long-winded: "I will pay for my life if I kill someone. This court sentences you to death according to law, so you have something to say."

Chen Zikun shook his head, feeling as if he was ashamed of death. He was not afraid of death, but he just felt that he was wronged and was too impulsive to do things and was easily exploited by others. If he could live again, he would never make such mistakes again.

The death row prisoners were taken to the execution ground. During the transportation process, Chen Zikun also thought about escaping, but the shackles were heavy and the care was strict, and there was no chance at all.

The execution ground is on a small hill outside Guangzhou, with green grass and blue sky and clear water. Six criminals lined up with signs behind them and black cloth covered with faces. The executioners stood far away, pulling guns and plugging bullets amid the command of the officer.

In an instant, countless figures flashed through Chen Zikun's mind, "Goodbye in the next life." He thought helplessly.

The gunshots, but Chen Zikun did not fall down. He only heard the sound of his body falling to the ground. After a while, he was taken to a car again. He was taken to a large mansion in a daze. He entered the hall and took off his shackles. After untied the black cloth on his face, he saw two people sitting upright in the hall. One of them was Lu Rongting, and the other one was the old army who was guarding him!

However, at this time, the old army was not wearing a broken military uniform, but a brand new army general uniform. Seeing Chen Zikun showing doubt, he laughed and said, "We have been talking for seven days, why don't you know your old friend anymore?"

Chen Zikun said: "Who are you?"

Lao Jun said: "Let me tell you the last story. After General Lu came to Longzhou, he helped people ferry. The old man ferryed a son and a daughter. Later, his daughter married Lu Rongting, and his son joined the army with him, fought south and north, and became the commander-in-chief of Guangxi and the commander-in-chief of the Hunan-Guangdong-Guangdong-Guangdong-Guangzhou-Guangzhou-Guangzhou-Guangzhou-Coalition. The son of this ferryman was named Tan Haoming, who was here."

Chen Zikun was stunned.

Lu Rongting and Tan Haoming laughed at each other, and seemed very satisfied with the effect.

"Boy, the Grand Marshal appreciates you very much. He sent a member to Shantou that day to investigate the murder case and arrest the murderer to avenge your aunt. Now the murderer has been sentenced to death. Your great revenge has gone. Do you still want to kill the Grand Marshal?" Tan Haoming asked with a smile.

No matter how stupid Chen Zikun was, he knew what to do. He knelt on one knee and said, "Thank you, the deputy commander, avenged me. Chen has no choice but to avenge me. From now on, this life will only be driven by the commander."

Lu Rongting laughed, got up from the seat, waved his hand, and the servant brought a tray with a set of military uniforms and military caps and a pair of horse boots.

"I will return to the wrong path, and it will be worth the effort of my coach. Come on, this is a customized military uniform for you, put it on."

What else is there to say now? Chen Zikun took off his clothes and changed into a military uniform and returned to the hall. He was tall and long, and after wearing a custom-made military uniform, he was full of energy. He was not as unlucky as he could get off the execution ground. Standing among a group of guards from Guangdong and Guangxi, he stood out as a flock of soldiers.

Although Lu Rongting admired Chen Zikun quite well, Chen Zikun killed several of his guards after all, and holding them around him inevitably caused conflicts in the guards. He smiled at his brother-in-law and said, "Yuebo, this kid will be an adjutant with you."

Tan Haoming said: "It's so good."

From this day on, Chen Zikun transformed into an adjutant of the Guangxi warlord Tan Haoming, with a military rank and a monthly salary of fifty yuan.

In a villa on Molière Road in Shanghai, in the French Concession, Huang Luyao gently pushed open the door of the study: "Prime Minister, Guangzhou is urgently powered."

Sun Wen took the telegram and looked at it, let go and sighed, "A good comrade has sacrificed again. I repeatedly reminded him not to assassinate Lu Rongting, but you young people are always in a state of voluntary action."

As he said that, his eyes turned red, and he pinched his nose with his hands and said, "The revolution has a long way to go. We can't stand such sacrifices. Lu Yao, prepare incense and candles, I want to worship the martyrs."

When Huang Luyao retreated silently and went out to buy incense, candles and tin foil, he suddenly thought of Chen Zikun's explanation, so he came to Simalu Jianbing Book House to report the funeral. After knocking on the door for a long time, no one responded. A neighbor came over and said, "No one lives here anymore. Their maid jumped to the river and died. The family carried the body to make trouble. This business cannot be carried out."

"Do you know where they moved?" Huang Luyao asked.

The neighbor muttered, "Who knows?"

Huang Luyao left sadly and came to the Jingwu Association to report the news of Chen Zikun's death.

After hearing the bad news, Liu Zhensheng couldn't help but burst into tears. Unexpectedly, the last time the Jingwu Conference parted in the last time would become a perfect match. He summoned his apprentices to a meeting and said sadly: "Chen Zhen sacrificed for the revolution, and his spirit will last forever!"

The Jingwu Conference was covered with white silk and shed tears. The fifth senior brother's tablet was placed with Huo Yuanjia.

From then on, when you call before the morning run every morning, no matter how many sessions the members have changed, Chen Zhen’s name will always be called, and there will always be countless young voices in the queue answering: “Yes!”
Chapter completed!