Mrs. Yao is talking about the truth. The war is in chaos, and the unlucky people are always the people, and the dignitaries are all the ways. Many people are hoarding goods. If they go to the single gang, they will not make money in the national crisis. Especially when buying foreign goods from Hong Kong, they are definitely a business that comes with money.

"Leilei, it's not a solution to eat the whole country. If Zikun is not here, we have to survive." Mrs. Yao stroked her daughter's hair and loved her very much. The former glorious deputy wife of Beiyang Communications had already had a lot of white hair on her temples.

Suddenly a scream came from the door: "Grandma!"

Jian Bing brought Yan'er and Xiaonan back. Now the siblings are studying at a martyr's orphanage school, and Jian Bing is responsible for picking up and dropping off every day.

When Yao Qizhen and his wife saw their granddaughter return, they burst into tears. The baby cried out in their hearts and cried, holding them with tears in their eyes. Xiao Nan watched blankly. His grandparents were all left in the enemy-occupied area and could not enjoy the caress of their ancestors.

"Xiao Nan, look at the gift my grandfather brought to you." Yao Qizhen thought very thoughtfully and did not take down Xiao Nan's portion. He took out toys and snacks from the bag to coax the two children aside, and the adults continued to talk about the serious matters.

Yao Qizhen said: "Zikun died and Xiaoqing's whereabouts are unknown. Have you ever sent a telegram to tell Xiaobei?"

Yao Yilei replied: "Not yet. I am afraid that it will affect his studies. Xiaobei is following his father and is full of enthusiasm. If he insists on returning to China, wouldn't he jump into the fire pit? Chongqing still doesn't know how long it can last. It is relatively safest in the United States."

Mrs. Yao's eyes lit up: "It's better to find a way to send Yan'er and Xiaonan to the United States to celebrate."

Yao Yilei seemed not very enthusiastic and said, "Let's talk about it."

Mrs. Yao didn't give up and mentioned the matter of running the single gang: "Zikun was an official of the Aviation Committee during his lifetime. Everyone who drove the plane knew him. Leilei, you run the line of Hong Kong and Chongqing, is definitely the most suitable. Others can only bring small packages, and their luggage is limited to weight. You will definitely be different when you go out."

Yao Yilei was still not interested and was determined to revive her husband's career. Jian Bing deeply agreed and volunteered: "I'll come, I'm so proud of it. It's not okay if my family doesn't make any money. Everyone has to eat and learn. The expenses are too high, and the money is constantly depreciating. If you don't do some business, you can't live."

So it was decided that Jianbing was responsible for making money by running singles, Yao Yilei was in charge of the overall situation, and Yao Qizhen and his wife stayed in Chongqing to help take care of their children. Although their lives were not as good as those of the past, they had to live day by day.

...

In Beitai, the river beach was filled with hill-like firewood, and dozens of corpses wrapped in white cloth were waiting to be cremated. These soldiers were ambushed and killed while storming in Nantai. When reinforcements arrived, the battle had already ended. The soldiers' weapons, ammunition and equipment were all taken away, and the bodies were neatly placed on the side of the road.

Soldiers who died in battle are usually cremated nearby, and the ashes are placed in the altar and sent back to the country for burial. A sergeant poured gasoline and lit firewood. After the body is burned, he picks up some large pieces of bones, sweeps some scraps and puts them into the altar. Even if the task is completed, when cleaning the ashes, warheads often remain in the remains, and these things need to be cleaned out by a single door.

A bunch of warheads were picked out, and the captain of Takeshita bent down to check with emotion, but found clues. These bullets were different from the 79th rifle bullets and the 762 Mauser bullets commonly used by the Chinese team. They seemed to be American bullets with a caliber of four or five.

This is the bullet commonly used by Chen Zikun's North Thai army. They equipped a large number of American Thompson portable machine guns. This rapid-fire weapon has the advantage in encounters and ambush battles. The four- or five-caliber bullets are even more powerful. If you get a mullet bullet, you can maintain your combat effectiveness. If you get a four- or five-caliber bullet, even the strongest willpower of soldiers will have to fall down. Therefore, the Imperial Army has a very deep impression of this bullet.

Colonel Takeshita couldn't help but worry. Could it be that the last Chinese team in Beitai did not die under the municipal building, but was escaped?

Colonel Takeshita immediately ordered the excavation of the ruins of the municipal hall.

At this time, the reconstruction work of Beitai had already started. Under the bayonet of the Japanese army, the people who were forced to recruit cleaned the ruins and built artillery towers. There was no mechanical equipment and they were all whipped by the Japanese army if they were slow to move. The people were miserable. At the command of the colonel, they were driven to the city hall and moved dozens of tons of cement bricks and tiles away, finally revealing the import of the underground air raid shelter.

When the Japanese army went down to search, they did not find the bodies of Chen Shou, Chen Qilin, Xue Bin and others. Moreover, the air raid shelter was connected to the sewer and was well connected, so they must have escaped from here.

"Baga!" Colonel Takeshita was furious. He understood a little. Someone sneaked into the city to kill two masters. The imperial army searched everywhere in martial law and searched everywhere but returned in vain. The assassin must have escaped from the sewer.

He sent people into the sewer and welded the main gates to death with iron grate to prevent the enemy from infiltration again.

Back at the office, Colonel Takeshita took out a book "Overview of the Military Geographical Records of the Jiangdong Province of China" compiled by the General Staff Headquarters. Since the Sino-Japanese War of 1894-1895, the Imperial Army has been committed to managing the mainland, sending spies to draw maps of China and studying folk customs. The military maps drawn by the General Staff Headquarters are even more accurate than those drawn by the Chinese themselves.

Opening this military geography, I clearly wrote that Jiangdong Province was divided into north and south by the Huaijiang River. The people in the south were simple and cowardly, and they were similar to the people in the Yangtze River Delta region. The people in the Jiangbei region were strong and wild, tough, hard-working, and the mountains and rivers were also relatively complex. The vast green mountains were vast and unfathomable. Even the military map only roughly marked the altitude of several peaks.

Colonel Takeshita frowned. The Forty-fifth Regiment was originally a front-line field force, but now it is used for garrison tasks. It is a punishment. If the guerrillas in the jurisdiction cannot be eradicated, they are afraid they will have no future.

The adjutant came in and reported: "Col. Xia Sang asked for a visit."

"Let him come in." Colonel Takeshita was a little unhappy. Xia Jingqi was not doing anything well. If it weren't for the intelligence agency's face, he would have shot him.

Xia Jingqi walked in with his head held high, wearing a suit, breeches and leather boots, and an imperial military cap on his head. He was dressed in an inappropriate manner. He saluted as soon as he entered the door: "Colonel, I have important information, Chen Zikun is still alive!"

"Nani!" Colonel Takeshita suddenly jumped up. This was explosive news. The dispatched army headquarters confirmed the news of Chen Zikun's death. Chongqing also held a state funeral. How could he still be alive?

"Your, tell me in detail!"

Xia Jingqi did not dare to keep an eye on it, and told him all the information. After Xia Dalong's death, the Xia family was in a slump, but there were still some distant relatives living in the Kushuijing area and were bullied by the Chen family for more than ten years. This time, Xia Jingqi returned to her hometown and first contacted them, using their eyes and ears to investigate the affairs in the countryside.

After the Battle of Beitai, there were 100 people coming from the countryside, with familiar faces, including Chen Zikun, Chen Shou, Xue Bin, Gong Zijun, the eldest son of the Gong family, and Yan Su, the former chairman of Jiangdong Province, all gathered in Xiamapo and Gongjia Village to recruit soldiers and attempt to fight against the Imperial Army.

"Xia Sang, is the information accurate?" Colonel Takeshita was extremely excited and grabbed Xia Jingqi's collar.

"Your Excellency Colonel, I dare to guarantee my life, there is absolutely no mistake. Chen Zikun is tall and wears an American leather jacket, and everyone in the countryside knows him."

Yoshiguchi Takeshita paced back and forth, with a sharp sword around his waist and a magnificent heart. The credit for capturing the Chinese generals in his life was enough to offset the shame that the corps flag had lost. Perhaps this battle could also bring the corps back to the field sequence and no longer be a second-rate garrison.

However, the matter recorded in the military geography also made him a little worried. The people in Jiangbei were too tough. In the early years of the Republic of China, bandits were everywhere, and basically adult men would fiddle with guns. If the Imperial Army wanted to be surprised, they had to make detailed arrangements in advance.

"Xia Sang!"

"Colonel!"

"The Imperial Army has important burdens to hand over to you, do you have confidence?"

"There are great confidence! Working until your death!"

"Yoxi, let your cousins ​​secretly investigate the activities of Chen Zikun and others, report them regularly, don't worry about the rewards, the military ticket is huge."

"Hayi!"

...

Nantai, Dawanghe Wharf in the dark, Chen Zikun and Liu Ting were saying goodbye: "When you arrive at the provincial capital, everything goes as planned."

"I understand, I will contact Liu Youjin and purchase medicines, weapons and ammunition to send to Jiangbei."

"You can also go to Hai a few more trips. The concession is still safe. You can entrust Li Yaoting to help you with things that you can't buy in the provincial capital. There is also Lin Wenjing and the other two. It's time to go back recently. I can't get out of here, so I'll leave it to you."

Liu Ting nodded: "Don't worry, I will definitely send them to Hong Kong safely."

"Also, when you arrive at the sea, send a telegram to Chongqing to report your safety."

"Yeah, I've written it down."

Zeng Jiao, who was sitting at the bow of the boat, whistling that it was time to start the boat.

Chen Zikun suddenly made a move and hugged Liu Ting tightly in his arms. This was the first time the two showed their intimacy in public. Liu Ting was worried that her parents, siblings, and little niece who were sitting on the boat would see it, but then she became calm. In the era of war, every time she bid farewell, she could be a separation of life and death, so what should I worry about?

The wooden boat set sail quietly. The black hole in the cabin was only Liu Cunren's cigarette butts were all clear and destroyed. After running for several months, he finally returned to the starting point. He lost half of his family's wealth and lost the most precious treasure. If he had known what to do, it would have been blamed on the Japanese. He was insatiable invading China, otherwise he would still be working in the provincial government and the family would be happy. How great would it be.

Compared with Nantai, the provincial capital is still safe. In order to win people's hearts, the Japanese no longer carry out massacres, and appointed Liu Youjin as the maintenance president. When they return to their hometown, they don't have to worry about their livelihood. The only thing they are worried about is Xiaoyong, the son who stays in Nantai to fight guerrillas. The war is extremely cruel and I don't know when the yin and yang will be separated.

On the flat shore, the horse's hooves galloped. Chen Zikun and Liu Xiaoyong galloped along the river bank to see off their loved ones.


Chapter completed!