After the liberation of Jiangdong, the first thing Chen Zikun did was to resign. Within three days, the Central Committee of the Peking Party replied that he would not accept his resignation and appointed Chen Zikun as the chairman of the Jiangdong Military and Political Committee and the commander of the Jiangdong Provincial Military Region.

All the old subordinates who were worried and uneasy were relieved. **As a matter of righteousness, Chen Zikun could continue to be his King of Jiangdong, and these old brothers could also enjoy their old age.

Wu Changqing and Ye Xuefeng led their troops to continue to move south. The front of the army pointed out that it was the Great Shanghai that Tang Enbo defended. The outside of Shanghai was covered with reinforced concrete fortifications, as well as industrial backing and maritime support. The Kuomintang clamored that it could hold on for ten years, and this battle was bound to be extremely bloody.

But these are not what Chen Zikun and others need to care about. After years of war and chaos, the people's vitality has been severely damaged. Now the major event of changing dynasties has been completed, and it is time to rest and recuperate.

The provincial capital established a military control committee to maintain order. Zeng Jiao was retained as the deputy director of the military control committee and a public security bureau was established. The first director was Xu Tingge.

Hong Kong sent a telegram, saying that the Chen family members were safe and sound, and were about to take the plane to return to Jiangdong.

Chen Zikun's heart fell into the ground. Except for his eldest son Chen Bei, the whole family was considered to be safeguarded in this storm and change.

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In May, in a certain artillery position of the Fourth Field Army of the People's Liberation Army in Hankou, Hubei, soldiers were busy carrying shell boxes. Dashun had no other ability, but was strong. He could do it twice. He could do it in one trip, and the speed was faster than others. The sun was scorching, and his military uniform was soaked in sweat. He simply went barefoot and threw his arms and fucked hard.

"Little Beiping, are you tired?" the old squad leader asked with a cigarette puddle in his mouth and smiled.

"Not tired." Dashuan replied happily. He was the only city soldier in the company. He was said to have not edible with these foreigners who grew up eating big porridge. However, Xue Dashuan, who had suffered since childhood, was not as slick as a city man, and soon integrated into the group.

Although the food in the army was not good enough, it was enough. After eating military rations for two months, Dashuan felt that his physique was better than before and was in a better mood. He sang and marched all day long, wiped the cannons, and could also listen to the female soldiers of the art troupe saying that they were quick-witted, and every day was like the New Year.

After the cannon was in place, the shells began to fly to Wuchang, across the Yangtze River. Dashuan was responsible for loading the shells and pushed the cannon bore with shiny shells. The gunner pulled the ropes and the cannon bore out of the bore, which was deafening. Dashuan opened his mouth like a veteran to prevent the eardrum from being injured.

As the shelling continued, the smoke of gunpowder spread on the positions and the ears gradually failed. They were all driven by gestures and flags. Every time a round of shells was fired, the ground trembled for a while, like an earthquake.

Suddenly, a strange roar came, and the experienced veterans changed color. Dashuan saw the old squad leader shouting at him with a big mouth, and then a wave of air came, and he knew nothing.

The enemy's artillery fire hit our army's positions, several cannons were damaged, more than a dozen soldiers were killed, and more injured people were injured. Da Shuan opened his eyes and buzzed in his ears. Everything was red. When he got up, he saw a big hole in his belly and colorful intestines flowed out.

"I'm going to die..." Da Shuan felt cold.

He was in his early twenties and was about to die in a distant foreign land before he got married. He could not see his parents before he died. But Dashuan didn't feel sad or even felt pain. He staggered and stood up, stuffed his intestines back into his belly, pulled a strap on his backpack and tightened it. He went to carry another shell, stumbled towards the cannon, and used his last strength to fill the shell into the cannon chamber.

All of my comrades were shocked. No one expected that Xiaobeiping would be such a tough guy who was not afraid of death. He still fought even after his intestines were dripping.

"Sanitation officer." The old squad leader shouted and rushed forward.

The big bolt pulled the cannon rope, and the cannon was pushed back by the recoil and the cannon was violently shocked, and the cannonballs roared out.

The sanitation officer and his comrades rushed up, bandaged the wound with all his hands and feet, and carried it down on a stretcher.

Now the PLA's medical and health conditions are far better than before, and the wounded soldiers are quickly treated. A Japanese military doctor helped Dashuo sew the wound and told his comrades that the wounded were not seriously injured and that it was enough to prevent infection.

The old squad leader felt relieved and picked up his cigarette pot and talked to his acquaintance in the field hospital about Dashuan's heroic deeds. It happened that the military newspaper reporter was looking for news clues nearby. When he heard their conversation, his ears suddenly erected, and he walked over with a smile and said, "Comrade, I want to interview you, can you?"

When Xue Dashuan woke up again, he was already lying in the large hospital in Hankou. The white sheets, the air filled with the smell of disinfectant, and the angels in white coming and going, all made him feel relieved and he couldn't die.

A group of leaders without armed leaders came to inspect the hospital leaders and asked each bed to see who was in the place, which unit, and how they were injured. When it was Dashuan's turn, the thin, white-faced and thick-browed man suddenly laughed and said, "Isn't this the heroic artillery soldier of the pan-heart battle reported in the military newspaper?"

Dashuan smiled honestly and was embarrassed to speak.

A leader wearing glasses next to him said, "My little comrade, what spirit was inspiring you to do such a heroic move, and talk to us."

Dashuan said, "I didn't think about anything else. I just thought it was worthwhile to be an artillery soldier and I had to fire a shot before I died."

The leaders burst into laughter.

Dashuan scratched his head, not knowing if he said something wrong.

The leader with white face and thick eyebrows also chuckled softly and said one word: "Okay."

The leaders left, and Dashuan asked the patients next to him: "Who is that?"

"You don't even know Mr. Lin, you are still a soldier from the Fourth Field Army." The patient said contemptuously.

"Oh my God, it's Commander-in-Chief Lin." Dashuan grew up and could stuff an egg into his mouth.

Two days later, the Political Department awarded Dashun a battle hero medal. The reporter from the Military Daily came to take photos of him. Dashun asked if he could send the medal and photos to his home. The reporter agreed: "Don't worry, our logistics work is absolutely in place. Once the family knows about your meritorious service, maybe there is a big award on the door."

Dashuan became a hero, but because of his injury, he was stranded in the hospital and could not go south with the army. The Fourth Field Army had already conquered the important town of Wuhan and marched towards Hunan. His comrades were out of the hospital one by one, and there was only Dashuan left.

He was anxious, but the doctor just refused to issue a discharge order and said that it was too late for you to be discharged from the hospital now. The troops were thousands of miles a day, and when you chased to Hunan, the army might have arrived at Hainan Island. Where can you chase after you?

Dashuan said that I have to go too, I can’t stay in the hospital all my life.

Having said that, he really doesn't have the courage to chase the troops. The world is so big that it will be over if it can't be chased. So he helps the hospital do miscellaneous work every day, sweeps the floor, sprinkles water, and lifts stretchers.

A young nurse named Yu Wen fell in love with Dashuan. The two went from eye to eyebrow to gifts to each other. Later, they also visited Jianghan Road together. Dashuan bought Yu Wen with the allowance, and Yu Wen gave Dashuan a handkerchief with his name embroidered.

In midsummer, the Hankou River beach is lush with wild flowers everywhere. Dashuan and Yuwen have made their lives here.

Dashuan wrote a letter home, which also included a photo of him and Yu Wen’s military uniform.

The People's Liberation Army's military postal system was very efficient. The letters were sent to Beiping City thousands of miles away by Pinghan Railway. The postman rode his bicycle to the inner Toutai Hutong in Xuanwumen. After liberating, the appearance of the Beiping City changed ditches, and the roads were rebuilt. The people's government paid for helping the needy households repair the houses. Baoqing's family was a military family and enjoyed special care. People from the district painted the walls with white, laid new tiles, and arranged work for Baoqing, and served as the squad leader in the district transportation company.

The Xue family's door was painted again, and a sign was nailed to the door, which read the four words "Military Family" and a big red flower was hung.

"Baoqing's family, your letter." The postman was an old acquaintance and shouted at the door.

Xing'er hurried out and wiped her hands on her apron twice. She answered the letter in fear and asked, "Where did it send it?"

The postman said: "The stamp covered with military postage was sent from Wuhan. The good news written by Dashun is absolutely correct."

Xing'er was happy. A few days ago, the district came to deliver the good news, saying that his son had made great contributions on the battlefield and became a fighting hero. The district rewarded 100 kilograms of millet, and the whole family benefited from it and could be ashamed wherever he went.

But I heard that my son was so gloriously injured that he did not cry secretly as a mother.

Xing'er was illiterate and dared not open the letter. It was not until Baoqing came back from get off work that she asked her daughter to open the letter and read it. Erbao recited her brother's letter, and the whole family was happy. Double happiness came. Dashuan not only made meritorious service and received awards, but also wanted to marry a wife.

Baoqing was silent for a long time and said, "I don't think where to live in the future when marrying a girl from Hankou."

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There were people coming and going in the hospital, and there were many leaders. They did not come to see a doctor, but came to talk to female nurses about work. Wuhan is a big city, and there were many beautiful girls in the city. Military hospitals are private areas of the army. Those old revolutionaries fought for half their lives and suddenly saw so many Shuiling girls, just like Sun Wukong entering the Peach Garden. They had to find an excuse to take a walk if they had nothing to do.

Although the leaders were old, they were also old, rude, unhygienic, and swearing. The nurses did not like it, especially a deputy commander named Wang, who was like a bandit, and everyone was afraid of him. When the nurses heard his name, they walked around.

Whatever he was afraid of, Deputy Commander Wang fell in love with Yu Wen.

The organization was not ambiguous. The Party Committee of the Academy talked to Yu Wen and asked her personal questions with concern. Yu Wen said that I was still young and did not consider personal issues now. There were still many revolutionary work waiting to be done.

The comrade of the Party Committee said with a smile: "You have this idea, but you can't just spend your time on revolution, regardless of personal problems. You see so many old comrades have been doing revolutions for decades, and they have not started a family even in their 40s and 50s. Now the revolution is about to succeed, and the new China is about to be established. Their life problems are also our task."

Yu Wen bit her lip and didn't say anything.

The comrade of the Party Committee said: "Deputy Commander Wang cares about you very much. He said you are serious and responsible and have good business. You also know that Deputy Commander Wang has a very strong temper. He has never praised anyone. You are the first one. The organization thinks that if you become a revolutionary partner with Deputy Commander Wang, it is also an opportunity for you to learn and make progress in person."

Yu Wen said expressionlessly: "I already have someone in my heart."

"No matter who it is, it's a political task." The comrade of the Party Committee lowered his face and lost his temper.

Yu Wen turned around and left, crying behind her back. Dashuan was helpless when he knew about it. He was just a big-headed soldier, so he had no capital to fight with the deputy commander.

Yu Wen took out a scalpel and said, "If they force me again, I will die."

Da Shuan gritted his teeth and said, "I'll go find the one with the surname Wang."

It happened that Deputy Commander Wang was "retiring" in the hospital. Da Shuan came outside the ward of the senior officials and heard Deputy Commander Wang chatting and laughing with the hospital leaders, and spoke a Peking dialect.

He mustered up the courage to push the door open and walk in.

Everyone inside was stunned for a moment.

Deputy Commander Wang is a thick man, wearing a yellow military uniform, with a beard and staring at Xue Dashuan: "Who are you? You don't even shout a report when you enter the door."

The hospital leader was a little embarrassed and said, "He is Xue Dashuan."

Deputy Commander Wang said, "Oh, you are Yu Wen's object. That Xue Dashuan, boy, you are quite talented. You dare to compete with me, Wang Dongliang for your wife."

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