Chen Zikun's eyes lit up and he answered the letter; he browsed it and said solemnly: "I will follow Mr. Zhou Enlai's instructions to preserve the important industrial town in Jiangbei, leave a spark for national industry, and launch an uprising at the right time to break with the reactionary authorities."

Yan Qingyu said: "My brother-in-law understands justice and is a revolutionary hero. In the future, you will definitely have a place in the central government."

Chen Zikun said: "My personal honor and disgrace are nothing. As long as the country is good and the nation is good, even if you go through fire and water, you will never refuse."

Yan Qingyu said: "I didn't say this, it was told to me to convey it to you when it was coming."

After many years of not seeing each other, the brother-in-law who was incompetent in the past became the senior messenger of **. Chen Zikun was filled with emotion and served him with wine. Xia Xiaoqing sat with him. Chen Zikun asked many things about the liberated areas on the table. Yan Qingyu answered one by one in an orderly manner.

"Now the central government's headquarters is in Xibaipo, Hebei, but it is about to enter Peking." Yan Qingyu said with a smile.

Chen Zikun was shocked: "The North China Suppression Headquarters surrendered."

"It's not surrender, it's peaceful liberation. General Fu Zuoyi couldn't bear to destroy the thousand-year-old capital. He had reached a consensus with our army and accepted the adaptation. The 250,000 troops of the North China Suppression Group will soon become the glorious People's Liberation Army."

Chen Zikun nodded slowly: "Fu Zuoyi is surrounded by all sides, and he cannot fight or walk, and there is only one way."

After chatting for a while, Yan Qingyu said, "I have to trouble my brother-in-law. I won't go back to Peking next. I plan to go to Guangzhou to do something. This journey is long and I have to take a plane."

Chen Zikun said: "It's okay, let's take a day off at home first. I'll arrange a plane to take you to Guangzhou."

Xia Xiaoqing said: "When will you take away what you have here?"

Yan Qingyu said, "Let me go, I won't use it for a while. If there is a suitable opportunity, my sister will donate it for me."

That night, Yan Qingyu lived in Fenglin Road official residence.

In the evening, a servant from the Chen family quietly left the back door, came to a secluded place to meet someone, whispered a few words, and came back like nothing happened.

Nanjing, the Secret Service, Director Mao Renfeng, the successor of Dai Li, received a secret report from the Second Department of the Ministry of National Defense. ** senior spy Yan Qingyu appeared and Chen Zikun's official residence, and was lobbying.

Mao Renfeng immediately gave instructions to secretly arrest Yan Qingyu.

Radio waves spread in the night sky. The Jiangdong Station of the Bureau of Secrets received a secret order from Nanjing. Chen Kai immediately ordered the operation team agents to gather, prepare cars and weapons, and conduct armed arrests.

The next morning, Chen Zikun sent Yan Qingyu out, and the two shook hands and said goodbye.

It was cloudy today, and Yan Qingyu said meaningfully: "Brother-in-law, the sky is about to clear."

Chen Zikun smiled faintly: "A good journey."

Yan Qingyu got on the car and rushed towards the airport. When the car drove out of Fenglin Road, three Chevrolet cars with no license plates followed.

Chen Zikun was reading the newspaper in the study when suddenly the phone rang out quickly. It was called by the police station, saying that a gunfight occurred near the airport, a car was burned and the license plate was from Chen Mansion.

"Whoever does it, must catch the murderer." Chen Zikun put down the phone and was furious. Someone actually attacked Yan Qingyu and didn't take himself seriously.

He immediately led the guard to the scene. A car was overturned in the ditch, and the fire was raging. The driver stood on the side of the road in a daze, surrounded by a group of policemen.

Bullet shells were rolling around on the ground, and bullet holes were everywhere on the car body and on the streets. It seemed that the gunfight was quite fierce.

Chen Zikun had a calm face and said nothing. The police reported to him that according to the driver's instructions, the car was intercepted and stopped by three cars on the way. His uncle and the other party were killed while refuting the fire, and the fuel tank was hit and caught fire.

"Who did it?" Chen Zikun asked the driver personally.

"It was done by someone from the Secret Service. I know that guy and often come to our mansion to Shenkai." The driver escaped from death and was still in shock.

The fire brigade's firefighting train also came, and used a faucet to extinguish the fire. Chen Zikun stepped forward to check. There was a burnt corpse in the back seat, and he couldn't tell the face. Seeing that the watch on his wrist was not burned, it should be Yan Qingyu himself.

Another car rushed over, Xia Xiaoqing jumped out of the car, her eyes widened, and she asked anxiously: "How is it, where is my brother."

Chen Zikun said, "Let me be sad."

Xia Xiaoqing cried bitterly and squatted on the ground.

Chen Zikun ordered someone to deal with the scene and took Xia Xiaoqing back to the mansion. How to avenge his brother-in-law became a difficult problem. Yan Qingyu was the messenger of the ** side. The Secret Service must know about it, so he could not retaliate publicly, but he would definitely not be able to swallow this tone.

"The guard changed into plainclothes and took over the Jiangdong Station of the Secret Bureau, leaving no living room." Chen Zikun thought about it over and over again, but decided to fight back.

One hundred elite guards changed into casual clothes and took jeeps to Jiangdong Station, the Secret Bureau, blocked front and back, surrounded them all, and set up machine guns to sweep them hard. The spies resisted stubbornly and were quickly wiped out, and the entire building was sieve.

The guard rushed into the building to re-gun the undead spy, but after searching, the cunning guy had already escaped.

Chen Zikun's bloody sweep of the secret bureau did not cause a strong backlash from Mao Renfeng, because Chiang Kai-shek had already stepped down and Li Zongren was acting president. Chen Zikun was being won over by the Guangxi clique at this time and had heavy troops in his hands. No one could touch him, so he had to suffer the loss.

The situation in Jiangbei was somewhat subtle. Two divisions of the Kuomintang army gathered near Beitai, which was very meaningful to seize the city. Chen Zikun responded quickly and transferred the provincial traffic police corps north to defend Beitai. On the surface, it was to guard the bridgehead of Jiangbei, but in fact it was to guard the Kuomintang army to seize this important industrial city.

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January 31, 1949 was the day of liberation of Peking. Fu Zuoyi hesitated and looked back, but finally decided to accept the adaptation. Some people said that his daughter Fu Dongju did his father's ideological work, and some people said that Fu Zuoyi asked Hu Banxian, a famous fortune teller in Beijing. In short, the battle was no longer fought. ** went out of the city to accept the adaptation, and the People's Liberation Army entered Beiping in a mighty manner.

At Nanyuan Airport, the special plane that came to pick Fu Zuoyi up south was ordered by Chiang Kai-shek to take off at the last moment, and circled the city three times and flew south.

At the top of the city wall of Peking, the red national flag slowly descended on the ground, and a bright red flag rose slowly, shining brightly under the morning glow.

The People's Liberation Army launched a large-scale entry into the city, and the army drove into the city like a tide. The Fourth Field Army was well-armed and had high morale. Military songs were loud, and jeeps were filled with Japanese-style 90 helmets on its head holding 38 guns. They were dragging American howitzers behind them, which opened the eyes of the people of Peking.

It turns out that the Eighth Route Army is not dirt at all.

In the hair alley, the dilapidated Ziguang Car Factory, Baoqing was moving a large tank filled with broken bricks to try to top the gate. Peiping was about to pass the troops again. Since the late Qing Dynasty, every time this city changed hands, it would bring endless disasters to the people. The Eight-Nation Alliance, the Boxer Regiment, the Zhang Xun Mutiny, the Anhui Direct Fengtian Warlords Fighting, the Kuomintang, the Japanese, you were chaotic and we were about to come on stage. Now it is the ** People's Liberation Army, and it is probably no different from before.

Although there is nothing valuable at home, the daughters are all waiting to be married. They are attracted by officials and abused by soldiers. They have no mistakes as parents. So Baoqing followed the old rules and sealed the door with a big tank, and then talked about it after the silence.

But his son Dashuan ignored this and ran out to welcome the People's Liberation Army. He didn't go home until the evening. He held the small red flag in his hand and his eyes were lit with excitement, saying that the People's Liberation Army was so majestic and much more powerful than the Kuomintang soldiers.

Baoqing lowered his face and said, "What are you yelling around? Don't run around. What should I do if I catch a strong man?"

Dashun said: "The People's Liberation Army is the people's army, and it will not promote the Kuomintang."

Baoqing said: "What's going on? I have to see again."

The People's Liberation Army entered the city and established a military control committee. The original Beiping police continued to use it, but there were also more soldiers wearing yellow military uniforms and wearing military control committee armbands on the street to maintain public order and pick up the customs. All the gangsters who were domineering in the past disappeared.

That day, Da Shuan suddenly rushed into the house and said angrily: "Bai, Bai Er, Bai Er asked the Military Control Commission to arrest him. I heard that he was going to be shot."

Bai Er is a rogue and does bad things. He was forced to collect the gold bars of the Xue family. If he hadn't informed him, Wubao would not have had no money to treat him and died of illness. Therefore, Baoqing's family hated Bai Er so much. At this time, he was naturally very happy to hear that he was arrested.

"What's going on? Tell me slowly." Baoqing said.

"Bai Er is a Kuomintang spy who secretly hid guns and wanted to murder our People's Liberation Army cadres. He was caught by the patrol team. This is the crime of beheading and he will never be able to escape." Da Shuan said excitedly.

Xing'er burst into tears: "It's a good idea, Bai Er, who was killed by a thousand swords, deserves to be shot at the head."

Baoqing also nodded and said, "The People's Liberation Army has helped us avenge us, and we are our benefactor."

After the peaceful liberation of Peking, prices quickly calmed down. Corn, sorghum, soybeans and soybeans from the Northeast grain-producing area were transported in. The people's lives were much better. After the Xue family's tricycle was confiscated by the police, Baoqing and Dashuan and his son went to the railway station to work hard to make money. They used to be able to make a living. Now that the People's Liberation Army is here, there are countless arms and grains transported south all day at the railway station. Baoqing and his son work day and night, and they have to be called a model of labor at the station.

The Fourth Field Army headed south along the Pinghan Line, and the railway line was completely converted into military use. Tank vans walked day and night. Dashuan was used to soldiers wearing yellow military uniforms and dog-skin hats at the station. He deeply envied their shiny cowhide bullet belts and American submachine guns. He wanted to join the People's Liberation Army, but they did not recruit soldiers at all.

On the way home that day, I passed by the district office and saw a group of soldiers busy carrying food. They had few people and their work was not very easy. Dashuan couldn't help but itchy when he saw it. He stepped forward and grabbed a bag of flour and held it on his shoulders. He felt that he was not satisfied, so he carried another bag, two hundred kilograms of flour, one left and one right, and walked like flying, which made everyone stunned.

After moving back and forth several times, a cadre-like man called him and asked, "Comrade, which unit you are from."

Dashuan scratched the back of his head: "I am a big bag at the railway station. When I see you have few people, I will come and help me."

The cadre said, "Thank you."

Dashuan said, "Well, I'll ask for something, are we recruiting soldiers?"

The cadre laughed and said, "I'm sorry, we are not responsible for recruiting soldiers here."

Dashuan could not hide his disappointment, but he continued to help them fight flour. Several people wearing woolen coats came out of the house. The leader was a little fat and wore a pair of round-frame glasses. Seeing that Dashuan carried 200 kilograms of flour on his shoulder faster than others, he couldn't help but be curious. When asked, the cadre replied with a smile: "He is a progressive people and he still wants to join the army."

The fat cadre called Dashuan over and asked, "I heard that you want to join the People's Liberation Army."

Dashuan was a little restrained: "Well."

"Can you tell me the reason?" The fat cadre was kind-hearted and kind-hearted.

Da Shuan held it in for a long time and finally said: "The People's Liberation Army helped my family to avenge me, but the revenge of so many poor people in the world has not been avenged yet. I want to join the army and kill all the bad people to avenge the poor people in the world."

The fat cadre said: "I ambitious. What are your specialties? Let me tell you."

Dashuan said, "I don't have anything else, just keep my strength and live."

The fat cadre smiled kindly: "But the troops have no plans to recruit soldiers in Peking."

Da Shuan was speechless.

The fat cadre changed his tone: "But it's okay to recruit one or two special forces. You can register, get a military uniform, and be an artilleryman. The army needs a strongman like you."

Happiness came too suddenly, and Dashuan was almost dizzy. When he came back, the fat cadre had already left.

"Young man, do you know who that was just now?" the cadre asked with a smile.

"who."

"General Luo Ronghuan, the political commissar of the Fourth Field Army."

"Ah, what an official the political commissar is." Xue Dashuan was still ignorant at this time. His occasional impulse had a great future for a retired cadre.

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