Chen Zikun finally did not agree to Gong Dapeng's request, because he knew that the times were different. Although it seemed that the world was in chaos on the surface, power was still firmly in the hands of the supreme leader, and the army still maintained neutrality and loyalty. In this case, Chen Zhong could rebel, Gong Dapeng could rebel, and any cat or dog could rebel, but he, the former King of Jiangdong, could not.

Because their rebellion is within the control of the great leader and is a contradiction among the people. If they rebel themselves, they will really rebel. People who are almost seventy years old have the ambition to start a second business. It is a great blessing to spend their old age safely.

After arriving in Beitai, Gong Dapeng and others returned to the countryside to continue the revolution. Chen Zikun lived in Gaotupo family courtyard. Chen Bei's home was not big, with only two houses with a small kitchen. The family of three was quite spacious. It seemed crowded when they lived in three relatives. He had to divide it into men's and women's dormitories. Ma Chunhua and Chen Yan and Chen Jiao lived in a large room. Chen Zikun and Chen Bei lived in a small room. In the past, there were countless rooms in the mansion and villa, and the garden pool was complete. Now they could only live under the short eaves. The father and son were speechless, with only a sigh.

The only thing that is happy is Chen Guang. He likes two aunts and grandfather very much. Although his grandfather is extremely majestic, he dares to get close to him, but he has a gun. Children in their teens like pistols the most.

It is very cold in Beitai. The river wind is howling on the high soil slope. The cold wind comes in from every gap. Ma Chun peanuts the coal stove to keep warm. There are many people in the family and it is messy everywhere. Two aunts tutor Chen Guang for homework. Ma Chunhua cooks in the kitchen. Chen Bei made four liang of Huaijiang Daqu, made some peanuts, and drank with his father in the cottage.

Chen Zikun said: "Xiaobei, what's the situation in the city?"

Chen Beidao: "The students are almost upset. Now it's time for workers and farmers to go into battle. All units have established rebel organizations, and their names are getting louder and louder. The ruling faction has been defeated and is now in chaos."

Chen Zikun said: "Where is your factory."

Chen Beidao: "There are a few thorns in our factory who are eager to try, but the factory leaders can still suppress them." As he said that, he whispered to the front hall, "Chunhua led the soldiers to fight, which is no better than ordinary leaders. She is now all in the factory."

Chen Zikun took a sip of wine and said, "Spring flowers are not easy."

"It's time to eat." Ma Chunhua's shout came from the kitchen.

There are no vegetables in winter, just cabbage, frozen tofu, salt beans, hot sauce,

After the family had a reunion dinner, Chen Zikun sent her two daughters back to the provincial capital to report safety and personally sent them to the train station. Many people gathered in the square in front of the station. After inquiring, he found out that the train was completely out of service.

Helplessly, I can only take the water route. Beitai Passenger Terminal has a river ship to the provincial capital every day. The speed is slower than the train, but the ticket price is relatively cheaper.

The train station is not far from the port, and it is within a ten-minute walk. When I saw the huge red wool character "Beitai" on the port building, I could no longer move forward because the two armies were confronting each other in front.

The employees of the Port Authority and Shipping Company are divided into two factions. The Kicks are attacking the port building that is defending the tribe. There are thousands of people in black, wearing military uniforms, working clothes, and casual clothes. The identification mark is the red armband on the arm. The fonts and numbers are also different. The two armies are separated by twenty steps. You advance and I retreat, I advance and you retreat, and I advance and you retreat, and I retreat, and I am tense.

Suddenly, a whistle sounded from behind the Kicking Team. The rebels rushed forward. The tribe hurriedly retreated and pushed into the port building. Countless slingshots were stretched out from the window upstairs, and the mud balls and steel balls shot randomly. The Kicking Team forward was beaten to death, and threw down a bunch of bad shoes, wooden sticks, and hurriedly retreated to the starting position.

Even if he could not leave by boat, Chen Zikun had to take his two daughters back to Gaotupo. His son and daughter-in-law went to the factory to work. Chen Guang did not go to school. He was dressing in front of the mirror of the big wardrobe at home. He was wearing his father's old military uniform and putting a red armband on his arm.

"Xiaoguang, what are you doing? Don't play with this kid." Chen Jiao stepped forward and pulled off the red armband. Seeing the words "Young Pioneers on duty" printed on it, he knew that he had blamed his nephew wrongly and said embarrassedly: "Auntie, you blamed you wrongly."

Chen Guang was very puzzled. Why was his aunt so disgusted with the Red Armored Banner? But he didn't dare to ask, and hid this question in his heart.

At six o'clock in the evening, it was already time to get off work. My son and daughter-in-law had not come back yet. I vaguely heard gunshots coming from the direction of Chenguang Factory.

At ten o'clock in the evening, a person from the factory sent a message saying that the Honggang Factory's kick was sent to attack Chenguang Factory. Both sides fought and fired guns. Director Chunhua and Director Chen were both commanding the battle on the front line and could not come back for the time being.

Chen Zikun was worried. He walked to the open area of ​​the river beach alone and looked at the direction of the Chenguang Factory from afar. The gunshots became increasingly dense. From time to time, the red tracks of tracer bullets cut through the night sky. The continuous shooting of the machine guns used in the squad and the short shooting of the Type 5 and Six submachine guns could be heard clearly.

It was not until the early morning that the gunshots gradually subsided. Chen Bei returned home with a smoke of gunpowder, ate two steamed buns with voracious food, and said, "I have to hurry back and consolidate the defense line. If the turtle grandsons of the Red Steel Factory take the opportunity to call him, it will be troublesome."

Chen Zikun asked his son: "Is the battle fierce? How many people were killed or injured?"

Chen Bei smiled contemptuously: "This is just to fight a war, it's just a fool. He fought all night and wasted thousands of bullets, and even had a greasy skin."

Chen Zikun said: "You should be careful when bullets don't have eyes."

Chen Bei nodded and drank a big glass of water.

There is a motorcycle in the corner of the yard. The original American Harley-Davidson is covered with dust and the cushion is broken and the sponge inside is exposed. This is Chen Bei's car back then, and it hasn't been riding for a long time.

Chen Zikun lifted off the tarpaulin covered on the motorcycle and checked it up and down. The motorcycle was intact and kicked it without any movement.

"The car is good, but it's gone. Chunhua said that she would ride this alienated people, so I'll leave it." Chen Bei said,

"Find some gasoline, I want to use it." Chen Zikun said,

"Dad, where are you going?"

"Return to the provincial capital."

Nowadays, even if you have money, you can't buy gasoline. Chen Bei used his power to get two iron buckets of gasoline from the oil depot of the factory transport team, filled the motorcycle, and hung the remaining oil on the car that had been wiped clean.

"Dad, you really want to ride your bike back, wait a little longer, maybe I can lend a jeep." Chen Beidao,

"Do you think your father is old and can't even ride a motorcycle." Chen Zikun stepped on the motorcycle and kicked it down. Harley's motor that had been silent for many years began to roar, and blue smoke burst out from behind.

"Be careful on the road." Chen Bei thought for a while, pulled out his pistol from his waist and handed it over, "Hold yourself."

Chen Zikun blocked May 4th and went back: "Dad doesn't need this, you can keep it." Put on the goggles, twisted the accelerator, and left. Chen Yan and Chen Jiao waved behind: "Dad has a good journey."

Harley Motorcycle is advancing along the riverside highway. It is winter and the wind is biting. Although Chen Zikun puts knee pads on his knee, he still feels the bone-broken coldness and can only slow down and move forward slowly.

There were almost no vehicles on the road, and all units were busy rebelling and overthrowing the ruling factions. Transportation was completely stopped, and the cargo ships in the river disappeared. Only water birds flew over low altitude, covered with dark clouds, and the river was frozen. A barge roared from a distance, with mortars on the ship, sailors holding rifles and red armbands on their arms, probably the armed ships transferred from other places by the shipping company to attack the port authority dock.

Chen Zikun stopped the car and looked at the "gunboat". He felt mixed feelings. He smoked a cigarette, waited for the wind to get a little lighter, started the motorcycle, and continued to move forward.

The road ahead is long, I don't know where the way home is.

...

The provincial capital high school, the Red General Office Command, Chen Zhong walked around with his hands behind his back, and a group of subordinates were silent. Chen Zikun and Xu Tingge were robbed by the Red Farmers Association, causing all the personnel of the Red General Office to lose face, but they had guns, so they could not accept it.

"You must get a weapon." Chen Zhong punched the table.

Xu Hongbing offered advice: "I know where the arsenal of the Provincial People's Armed Forces Commission is, and how many guns, cannons and bullets are needed."

Chen Zhong's eyes lit up: "Okay, let's capture the arsenal and get armed."

The teenagers of the Red General Office immediately gathered together, and more than 300 people took trucks to the Armed Forces Arsenal in the suburbs. There was a squad of the People's Liberation Army guards here, but they did not dare to shoot when facing the revolutionary young generals holding the Red Book high, so they could only let them smash the door and loot the arms.

The guns and ammunition in the armed forces are all sealed old guns, including 38 large covers, 79 bourbon light machine guns, squad guns, small melon grenades, etc., which are very different from the current weapons, but for the Red Chief Warriors who only have sticks, they are already a shotgun replacement.

With a gun in hand, Chen Zhong was very brave. His younger brother Chen Shi came to cry and said that he was beaten by the Provincial Federation of Regislators on the road and his military cap was also stolen.

The Provincial Federation of Rebellion is a large rebel organization in the provincial capital. It has always been unfair tolerated by the Red General Office. This time, it actually bullied Commander-in-Chief Chen's younger brother. It is unbearable. Chen Zhong immediately ordered to attack the Provincial Federation of Rebellion.

The battle started in the evening, and the soldiers of the Red General Office were erected on the truck, smashing the exterior wall of the Federation of Trade Unions building occupied by the Provincial Federation of Trade Unions to the point of being riddled with holes. The Japanese made small melon grenades and threw them into it like they didn't have money. The people responsible for the bombs were all the athletes in the school sports team, who could easily throw 50 meters of results. The explosion caused the smirks in the courtyard of the Federation of Trade Unions to howl and smoke.

The provincial union general staff is mainly composed of workers. They only have a small number of firearms, some small-caliber sports rifles, as well as a large number of slingshots, fire axes, sticks and other weapons. In the window of the Federation of Trade Unions building, large slingshots made of tables, chairs and bicycle inner tubes are vertically slingshots, and large steel bolts are fired, which are amazingly powerful.

Suddenly, a sinful bolt hit the head of a young soldier in the Red General Office, and blood was flowing, and his head was broken. The young soldier was only thirteen years old. He stared at his eyes and called his mother, and he died in just ten seconds of support.

Chen Zhong was extremely sad and angry and issued a general attack order.

The charge sounded, and the soldiers of the Red General Office launched a final fierce attack. Hundreds of people pressed towards the Federation of Trade Unions with a scattered momentum. The opponent's resistance immediately collapsed. The enemies entrenched on the first and second floors quickly fled. The provincial coalition general staff above the third floor were surrounded and trapped beasts were still fighting. The two sides began a cruel hand-to-hand combat.

"Commander-in-Chief, look." Wang Xiaofei pointed to the top of the General Trade Union Building and shouted,

On the rooftop of the eight-story building, the setting sun shone like blood. A girl with a 54-headed head was on the edge of the roof. She was wearing a 65-style military uniform without a seal, with a red armband of the Provincial Federation of Nations wrapped around her arms, with blood stains on her body, and a 56-style submachine gun in her hand. The silhouette was so graceful and so heroic.

The soldiers of the Red General Office were stunned. They were just teenagers in their teenage years. Although their ignorant adolescent impulses were covered by the revolutionary ambitions, their yearning for the opposite sex was an innate instinct.

On the cruel battlefield, such a young girl suddenly appeared, making the teenagers feel strange stimulation and strange beauty.

"Long live **." The girl shouted, jumped off.

With a bang, the whole world became quiet.

Chen Zhong took off his military cap and paid tribute to the unknown female enemy soldier.

After the battle, the Provincial Federation of Nations was defeated, five people were killed, dozens of people were injured slightly and seriously, and the General Union was lost. The Red General Office won a great victory. At the cost of one soldier and fifteen people were injured, it became the largest armed mass organization in the provincial capital.
Chapter completed!