Chen Bei was acquitted, but he did not accept Chiang Ching-kuo's affection at all, because he thought he was not guilty at all, his father was his father, he was himself, it was almost the 1950s, and he still implicated that backward thing, which was boring.

Chiang Ching-kuo met with Chen Bei, and taught him the story of Zheng Zhilong and his son in the late Ming Dynasty. Zheng Zhilong surrendered to the Qing Dynasty and became a traitor, but was killed by the Qing court at the entrance of Caishikou, Beijing. Zheng Chenggong insisted on resisting the Qing Dynasty, regaining Taiwan, and becoming a national hero.

Then Chen Bei was promoted to a first-level military rank, promoted from Air Force major to Lieutenant Colonel, and transferred to a base in Taiwan to take up a new position. He knew that when he went to Taiwan, he would never see his father, mother, brother and sister again.

...

The People's Liberation Army swept across the north of the Yangtze River, and Nantai County was also passing by. The troops of the Second Field Army drove from the west in a mighty way, passing through the county town for a while, and the county party committee and his team were busy receiving, boiling water, making dry food, and organizing a team of civilians to support the front.

Near the large theater in the county town, soldiers were surrounded by soldiers, drinking water, smoking, chatting and talking, and in a mess. The militia in the local area came aside and looked at the guys in the hands of the field soldiers enviously.

Cheng Shuanzhu was also among these militias. After defeating Japan, he had already been dismissed, but the Kuomintang reactionaries plundered the place and did everything he could. He picked up his weapons again and followed the guerrillas to fight the Kuomintang.

The weapons of the Second Field Army are indeed good, with Japanese iron hats, 38 guns, and light and heavy machine guns. However, they are even worse than the anti-Japanese rescue of the ** back then, so Cheng Shuanzhu is not as envious as other militias.

A big-headed soldier fiddled with the new rifle in his hand, glanced at the gang of rustling eyes and showed off: "I know what kind of gun this is."

The militia had played with old sleeves and 38 large covers, but they had never seen such rifles. Their heads were shaking like rattles.

Cheng Shuanzhu didn't turn his head and said to himself: "The United States made eight large semi-automatic pills, and one gun could beat the Japanese in one shift. I used it in my early years. It's good, but it's not easy to touch the bullets."

The big head soldier's eyes lit up: "Okay, boy, I have some insight."

The young militiamen chattered: "That's right, Brother Shuan Zhu is an old soldier in the anti-Japanese war. He calls the second in our county the marksmanship, so no one dares to call the first."

Upon hearing this, the soldiers became interested. The field army soldiers were all elite soldiers and attached the most importance to shooting. A man who looked like a squad leader looked Cheng Shuanzhu's eyes and proposed to compete with him.

Cheng Shuanzhu was unwilling to compete, to be precise, he disdained to compete. He could see that these soldiers could at most be considered accurate shooters, and they were still far from the sharpshooter.

He was unwilling to compete, but the soldiers came to their strength instead. The militia also encouraged him to compete, with a long momentum, but Cheng Shuanzhu sat with a big golden sword, and he was unwilling to compete without saying anything.

"I dare not compare, you are just a coward." A soldier deliberately aroused him.

Cheng Shuanzhu didn't blink his eyes: "Whatever you say, I just don't compare."

While arguing, a leader of the People's Liberation Army rode his horse by the way. Seeing the excitement here, he got off his horse and walked over and tied the reins to a stone tablet. The stone tablet read: Where did Martyr Zhao Ziming die?

The leader was wearing Japanese yellow leather shoes, and his shoelaces were loose. He stepped on the stone tablet to tie his shoelaces. When he saw the words on it, he couldn't help but wonder: "Who is this person? Why haven't you heard of it?"

The county's accompanying cadre said: "I was a commander who used to fight against Japan and rescue ** in Jiangbei."

The leader said with an Oh, "So he's a bandit."

He didn't say anything more, walked over and asked with a smile, "Comrades, why are you talking so hard?"

A veteran said: "Captain Li, the local militia comrades claiming that they are as good as magical shooting skills. We want to compete with him."

Captain Li said: "It's better than shooting skills."

The veteran said, "I don't want to."

Captain Li said: "The comrades in the local area are afraid that the gun will disturb the people. It doesn't matter. I will make the decision for you. You can fire two shots, and it will be lively."

This time, Cheng Shuanzhu did not give in and stood up and said, "It's just a comparison, but it's boring to have no lottery."

Commander Li said: "If you win, I will recruit you as a field army and cross the river to fight the reactionary faction."

The militia were so excited that they were extremely excited. Being a field army soldier was much more powerful than a country militia, and they might have a great future in the future.

But Cheng Shuanzhu was very calm and said only one word: "Zhong."

The regiment selected a veteran and used a brand new 38 gun to shoot the porcelain pot on the telephone pole. He stood up and shot without support. He hit the target with one shot, and he was indeed very good at shooting.

After the veteran finished fighting, he looked at Cheng Shuanzhu proudly.

Cheng Shuanzhu picked up the rifle, looked at another porcelain pot on the telephone pole, and raised the gun casually without even aiming. After the gunshot, the wire broke.

"Good shooting skills." Commander Li took the lead in applauding, "There are also hidden in the militia. You have such a good shooting skills. Why just be a guard with me?"

Cheng Shuanzhu said: "Guardian, I won't do it."

The militia were so anxious that they wanted to agree for him that they could not find the opportunity to watch the lanterns. If they said no, they wouldn't want it. Cheng Shuanzhu is really a fool.

Commander Li was puzzled and narrowed his eyes and said, "Comrade Little Comrade, why don't you want to be a guard for me? Are you reluctant to part with your wife at home, or are you afraid of fatigue and hardship?"

Cheng Shuanzhu shook his head: "None are not."

Captain Li said: "Then I have to ask, why is it?"

Cheng Shuanzhu looked at Captain Li's eyes and said word by word: "Because, you won't take advantage of it."

Commander Li was almost stunned, and the soldiers were also stunned. This militia was crazy, why did he suddenly curse people?

Cheng Shuanzhu continued: "I am the guard of Commander Zhao Ziming and Zhao. You are not worthy of carrying shoes to Commander Zhao like this. How can I be a guard?"

So that's it. Captain Li looked back at the tombstone of the "bandit", then looked at Cheng Shuanzhu, and nodded with a gloomy face.

The comrades of the county party committee did not expect this sudden change, and they all said urgently: "Captain Li, no, it doesn't mean that. I said, Cheng Shuanzhu has a brain problem."

The militia were also silent, thinking that Cheng Shuanzhu was in trouble this time.

Cheng Shuanzhu looked indifferent.

Suddenly, Captain Li laughed: "I have a talent, I am a man, I like it."

He turned back and came to the stone tablet where Zhao Ziming was killed, untied the reins, and made a move: "Come on wine."

The correspondent took off the military water bottle and handed it over. Commander Li opened the bottle plug and sprinkled three streams in front of the stone tablet, and the fragrance of wine was everywhere.

"Commander Zhao, I didn't know you before, and I offended you. If you have such a guard, you must be a man. Man, I will apologize for this wine."

Everyone exclaimed, Captain Li is also a true hero.

Commander Li took a brand new 38 cover from his subordinates and handed it to Cheng Shuanzhu along with the bullet belt: "Since you don't want to join the army, just be a militia. This gun is my gift to you."

Cheng Shuanzhu was not pretentious, but received the gun and said thank you, neither humble nor arrogant.

The county party committee cadre had a sudden inspiration and stepped forward to Captain Li and said, "Captain Li lacks a guard. Our county party committee has a correspondent. The young man is very smart and has a bit of culture. Why not be a guard for you?"

Commander Li frowned slightly. Considering that he still needed strong local assistance in the Battle of Crossing the River, he said, "Okay."

The county party committee cadres were overjoyed and greeted him in the distance: "Xiaoguan, Guanshanhai, come here quickly."

...

Outside Beitai City, a continuous stream of People's Liberation Army rushed over like iron streams. The Jiangbei Column of the Second Field Army, led by Wu Changqing and Ye Xuefeng, met with the uprising traffic police corps.

On behalf of Jiangdong traffic police, Liu Xiaoyong saluted Jiang Zong's leader. After Ye Xuefeng returned the gift, he shook hands enthusiastically with him: "Welcome to return to the team, Comrade Liu Xiaoyong."

"What are the conclusions about how Jiangdong traffic police are adapting?" Liu Xiaoyong couldn't wait to raise this question. This is what Chen Shougai Longquan and the others are most concerned about.

Ye Xuefeng said: "In principle, there is no disruption or confusion, and a new Jiangdong Provincial Military Region can be formed. General Chen Zikun or others can be the commander. We can send at most some political cadres."

Liu Xiaoyong said happily: "That's great, so everyone doesn't have to worry."

Ye Xuefeng said: "We are the most loyal people. They are worthy of us, and we will never let them down. Okay, let's talk about how to repair the iron bridge and cross the river as soon as possible."

The ** people did not say anything, and did not annex the three elite corps of Jiangdong Traffic Police. They only gave them the number of the ** Division of the Jiangbei Military Sub-district. The system was compressed, but it was acceptable. Liu Xiaoyong served as the deputy commander of the ** Division and the commander of the First Regiment, which was a heavy responsibility.

When Beitai was liberated, citizens gathered on the streets, beating drums and drums to welcome the People's Liberation Army into the city. According to the instructions of the superior chief of the Central Plains Bureau, the Beitai municipality and police system were retained in all cases, and they were still the original team.

Ye Xuefeng visited Jiangbei United Machinery Company and the Iron Smelting Plant. All production equipment was intact, the workers were full of energy, and the raw materials were abundant. He said with satisfaction: "You have retained a wealth for the country, and this contribution must be recorded in history."

Acting mayor Xiao Lang, who accompanied the inspection, said worriedly: "When will the army launch the battle of crossing the river? General Chen is now fighting guerrillas in Jiangnan and is surrounded and suppressed by the Kuomintang's heavy troops. The situation is grim."

Ye Xuefeng laughed heartily: "Mayor Xiao, why are you more anxious than me? The battle between the river depends on the decisions of the Party Central Committee and the coordination and cooperation of brothers. Millions of people crossing the Yangtze River are rare in history. How can we go hastily? As for General Chen's safety, there is no need to worry at all. Our army has guerrilla activities in Jiangnan, and they will help."

Xiao Lang said: "Then I'll feel relieved."

Suddenly a staff member came over panting and said, "Mayor Xiao, it's not good, the troops are cutting down trees."

Xiao Lang said: "What a panic? What's wrong with cutting down the tree?"

The staff said: "What they cut down were camphor trees on the beach and said they wanted to build wooden boats to cross the river."

Xiao Lang understood and said, "Political Commissar Ye, the trees on the river beach are for flood control and have grown for more than 20 years. Every summer, citizens come here to enjoy the shade. If the troops need wood, I suggest cutting down the trees on Yunshan."

A trace of undetectable unhappiness flashed between Ye Xuefeng's eyebrows, and then he smiled and said, "Okay, I immediately ordered them to stop cutting."

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