It took 80 miles from Nantai to Beitai. It took four hours to take a car when I came. When I arrived, I accelerated the speed. The road was crowded with people and cars, buses, jeeps, mule carts, ox carts, bicycles, tractors, and human flatbed trucks. It was full of people, all walking in one direction.

Chen Zikun's command center was transferred to a bus, and the flag was still stuck in the front of the car, guiding the army eastward. Secretary Peng and two guards stood by him. They all understood that this time the chief bet on his political future, not for promotion, but for the people to have enough food. They all felt that even if they could do such a grand event, they would be worth it even if they were doomed.

If people usually consider their own way of retreat and selfish interests, but in such a magnificent scene, even selfish villains will be moved, let alone revolutionary cadres who have been educated by the Party for a long time.

The red flags were waving outside, and the gongs and drums were roaring. Although these days were difficult, they had been spared no effort in publicity. They were lacking in everything, but they were not short of red flags. The flat car was pulling the gongs and drum team, the drums were rounded, and the People's Liberation Army March was blowing. The people were crowded and lively, and it was a joyous march.

Chen Zikun knew the components of the 100,000 people outside. He was very clear about the fact that 90% of the people who didn’t know the truth were in their daily lives. In addition to the small matters closely related to him, he always followed the crowd in major matters. He said whatever he said, and followed him.

The remaining ones are smart people. They know that it is unreliable to do this, but the law does not blame the public, so they follow. Perhaps there are also people who take advantage of the troubled waters and inform others, but they are all fine because everyone is facing the same problem, which is the word "hungry."

One hundred miles is not far, but for the elderly, weak, sick and disabled who have not had enough food for a long time, it is no different from the 25,000-mile Long March. The team is getting longer and longer. Those who are walking in front are young and strong laborers. Chen Zikun organized the party and league members and basic militias to act as emergency teams, tearing up dozens of red flags, and each person wrapped a red cloth around his right arm as an identification sign. The task of these people is to help the elderly and young, maintain order, and vehicles trapped in the pit help pull them out.

The young and strong men rushed to join the emergency team, and the number of people was getting bigger and bigger like snowballs. A rough count was that there were five thousand people, and there were many basic militias carrying weapons. Chen Zikun asked Gong Dapeng to pull these out separately and form an armed picket team.

When doing these things, Chen Zikun felt inexplicably excited. At the age of 60, he should have enjoyed his old age calmly, but he did not expect to come back to the world and ignite the flames of the revolution. At this moment, he deeply understood where the strong fighting spirit and spirit of waiting for death came from, because at this moment, such passion was burning in his heart.

Even if you sacrifice for this, you will be willing to do anything.

"If I had embarked on the revolutionary path twenty years ago, I'm afraid there would be two of the top ten marshals surnamed Chen." Chen Zikun's heart was ups and downs, and his thoughts were full of thoughts.

Before we knew it, the brigade's forward was approaching Beitai City. Checkpoints were set up on the roads outside the city, and more than a hundred public security personnel were on guard.

A mule came quickly, flew down the mule with a small red flag on his back, ran to the bus, and saluted as the People's Liberation Army in the movie, "Report to the leader, there are police officers in front of him blocking the way."

Chen Zikun sat in the bus with a big golden sword and said, "Some leaders in Jiangbei region have been reorganized. We must resolutely defeat them. Whoever dares to stop the revolutionary masses will be the enemy of the people and the enemy of the party."

This was aroused by the words. The armed picket team stepped forward. The red tassel guns were densely packed like a grove. Hundreds of red flags were waving behind them. On the tractor, the cowhide drums were cheering. On the flatbed cart, there was a Maxim water-cooled heavy machine gun, which was only a deterrent. In the current situation, there was no need to move the real guy.

The Regional Public Security Bureau dispatched hundreds of police officers to block the road, many of whom had fought wars and had seen blood. But at this moment they were also scared, not because the other side had many people, but because these people were peasant brothers and revolutionary comrades-in-arms.

A section chief who led the team held the iron trumpet and shouted: "Comrades, don't be deceived by bad people, Beitai has no food."

Gong Dapeng shouted: "Nonsense, it was the prefectural committee that was controlled by bad people. Governor Chen was sent by ** to rescue us. How could his words be fake?"

The section chief advised hard: "Comrade, you are too simple. Chen Zikun works in Beijing, how could he go to the countryside? It must be a bad person who pretends to be."

Gong Dapeng said: "Fuck, I knew him when I was a butt-only doll. I could admit my mistakes. If you don't believe me, go and see me."

The section chief was very brave. He took off his pistol and followed Gong Dapeng to meet the so-called Chen Zikun. When he got on the bus, he saw that it was really a fake Chen Zikun.

He stood at attention: "Hello, Chief."

Chen Zikun said: "After a moment."

The section chief couldn't help but quit.

"I went to the countryside for investigation this time by the Central Committee to effectively solve the problem of food for the victims. The Jiangbei region does not have no food, but has food and is not distributed to the people. This is contrary to the spirit of the central government and does not conform to the purpose of our party to serve the people..."

Chen Zikun talked happily, and waved his hand: "You go back first and tell me comrades not to stand opposite the people."

The section chief saluted again, returned to the checkpoint, and calmly told his colleagues that Chen Zikun was indeed here, and that this action was organized by him.

The police looked at each other, and the matter was beyond their understanding. Faced with the surging crowds, they could only choose to stand on the side of the people.

The checkpoint was released, traffic flowed in, and the first line of defense in Beitai was lost.

...

In the Prefectural Committee Building, Mai Ping held his hands behind his back and frowned. The situation was much more complicated than expected. At this moment, he was like Comrade Stalin during the Moscow Defense War, while the cadres of the Prefectural Committee and the Administrative Office sat seriously at the conference table like the Soviet people's committee members and marshals and generals, waiting for the leader's decision.

Yang Shugen is also among them. He has always regarded himself as Mai Ping's direct descendant. At this moment, he couldn't help but make a comment: "Secretary Mai, please inform the provincial party committee."

Mai Ping raised one hand: "If we can't control the situation in Jiangbei and we have to help us solve everything, what do we need to do, then what do we cadres do? My opinion is to solve it yourself first, and then report it to the province after it is suppressed. What should we deal with, what should we place."

Yang Shugen said: "But the other party is not easy, he is Chen Zikun."

Mai Ping stopped suddenly, turned his head and looked at the poplar tree with sharp eyes.

Poplar Shougen couldn't help but fight a cold war.

"What's Chen Zikun? I've fought with him a long time ago. I didn't fail last time, and I won't be able to do this time. It's not right. I want to see what he uses to deceive these people." Mai Ping said coldly.

"Cough cough." said the Director of the Food Bureau: "The national grain in Jiangbei has 20,000 tons of wheat."

Mai Ping's heart was hanging. Could it be that Chen Zikun really dared to incite hungry people to grab food? If something happened, his black veil would definitely not be preserved. He had to make a decision.

"Is there any news about the military sub-district?" he asked,

“No reply yet.”

"Where is the Public Security Bureau."

"There are not enough manpower and not enough weapons." The director of the Public Security Bureau was sweating profusely. At the critical moment, the dictatorship lost its chain. He, as the director, was over.

"Send all the cadres in the agency to the front line. What about your gun? Is it a fire stick?" Maiping was furious.

"Secretary Mai, the grassroots police officers are made of guns, including turtle boxes, shell guns, and ramming pieces. The calibers of bullets are different, including 765, 762, 8mm, and 9mm. The logistics cannot keep up, and it is okay to deal with public security. We are not professional in fighting wars." The director was very aggrieved.

"What kind of equipment is the enemy?" Mai Ping asked impatiently. After being a cadre for a long time, he became more and more bureaucratic. He even forgot the truth that he knew himself and his enemy would never win a hundred battles. He didn't even master the opponent's troops and weapons.

Fortunately, the Public Security Director did his homework. He said: "According to the current situation, the other party has at least thousands of armed forces, including rifles and machine guns, as well as a large number of cold weapons, with tight organization and clear orders, which are difficult to deal with."

Mai Ping took a breath and forgot one thing. In 1958, ** called for a large-scale militia division to promote the whole nation to be a soldier. Militia movements were launched vigorously across the country. The young and middle-aged people in the countryside were eliminated, landlords, wealthy, anti-bad and right-wing people and disabled people. Regardless of men and women, all of them participated in militia organizations at the age of sixteen to sixty, distributed weapons, and strictly trained. Almost everyone was a fighter.

Nantai County is a martial arts town. The quality of militia is high in the entire region. There are no top three in every competition. They are well-equipped, not only with light weapons, but also with heavy machine guns, mortars, and anti-aircraft machine guns. If you really want to do it, the Public Security Bureau is really not the case.

Suddenly Mai Ping's mind flashed and came up with a solution. There were militias in Nantai, but wasn't there any in Beitai? Chenguang Factory and Hongqi Factory had established militia regiments. With these two regiments as backbone, they formed the Beitai militia division, and they also served as the division commander.

Besides, the workers' militia is more powerful than rural militia. Chenguang Factory has anti-aircraft artillery battalions, motorized infantry battalions, Hongqi Factory has anti-tank battalions, mortar battalions, fierce firepower, well-trained, can fight when pulled out, and strongly,

Mai Ping slapped the table: "The militia division gathered urgently."

...

A shrill alarm suddenly sounded over Chenguang Machinery Factory. This was a level 1 combat alarm. All workshops stopped production. Workers walked out of the factory in an orderly manner, received weapons, wore wicker helmets, held five or a half, gathered in a row, preparing for battle.

The militia regiment was led by the Party Committee, but the specific command power was in the Security Department. As a reserve major and deputy director of the Security Department, Chen Bei naturally shouldered the command task. He wore a May 4 pistol on his waist, stood in front of the queue in his work clothes and a safety helmet. His majestic eyes swept over the militia. The bayonets were extremely shining, and his eyes were loyal and firm.

"Comrades." Chen Bei shouted,

Countless heels make a sound of brushing together,

"There is an emergency task in the city, and it's time for us to take it. Are you confident of winning this battle?"

"have."

"I didn't hear it."

"have,."

"Speak louder."

"have,,."

"Very good. Follow my command. Everyone has it. Turn right, walk in step, and get on the bus."

The motorized infantry battalion of Chenguang Factory is not a blow. The Jiefang brand trucks that transport goods in the factory half pull up anti-aircraft guns and half pull up soldiers. The motorized capacity is stronger than that of the local garrison.

The militiamen got on the car and sat down neatly. Chen Bei was about to board the command jeep when suddenly the heroic Ma Chunhua appeared. She also tied her armed belt and carried a pistol on her back, shouting from afar: "Wait for me."

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