In the downtown area of Jinyan, the largest city in the Huang-Huai-Hai region, stands a four-story Western-style building with a dome-shaped roof and arched windows, and in the middle of the first floor is an arched porch supported by six gray granite columns. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoCompared to the low-rise buildings around it, this building looks majestic. The building originally belonged to a German company that invested in Jinyan, and later changed hands several times, and is now the Kuomintang Jiangbei Xingying Office Building. On the roof of the building, a red flag of the Kuomintang was erected, and the building was surrounded by sentries armed with submachine guns.

The third room on the second floor is the office of Chen Mosong, the commander of the camp, with a red wool carpet on the blue marble floor, a portrait of Chiang Kai-shek and a military map hanging on the white marble wall, a quercus wall skirt inlaid below, a chandelier installed in the center of the pine ceiling, a French ceiling fan installed at the east end of the ceiling, and a rosewood writing desk under the ceiling fan. Opposite the desk is a dark green woolen couch, in front of the sofa is an ebony coffee table, on which is placed this purple sand teapot and four purple sand tea bowls, and a radio, and a single dark green woolen sofa on each side of the coffee table. On either side of the sofa is a couch of the same structure against the wall, and on the west side is a rectangular mahogany table covered with dark blue velvet tablecloth, on which are spread out military maps, and on the wall to the west of the rectangular table are also military maps. On the south side of the east wall is a small door, and inside the door is a suite, which houses a mahogany Western-style bed with a curved carved bed screen, Romanesque pillar legs, as well as bedside tables, wardrobes, hangers, basin racks, etc.

Chen Mosong was sitting on a comfortable leather high-backed chair at the moment, and he was sighing with Jiang Anbang who was sitting on the sofa opposite:

"Many people think that the unit I started from was the Central Guard Division, but in fact, the old unit I really started from was an independent regiment! At that time, the old man only gave me an empty signboard for the head of the regiment. In order to raise funds, I begged my grandfather to sue my grandmother. In order to pull up the troops, I went everywhere to seek talents, and even Gu Yu, who had just graduated from Huangpu, was brought by me. The troops I worked so hard to build up turned red overnight! The white is red, and the pain of the heart! ”

Speaking of this, Chen Mosong shook his head again and again and sighed. Seeing him like this, Jiang Anbang was silent on the surface, but he couldn't help but be secretly funny in his heart. This is all an old thing from 20 years ago, and I can't imagine that this Chief Chen is still haunted and unforgettable.

After a while, Chen Mosong continued: "Then again, no matter how much I make a fire, I still care about this unit in my heart." After learning the good news that they had eliminated the main force of the little devils for the first time over there, I happily sent them a personal congratulatory message overnight. For twenty years, I have often dreamed of my old men running towards me from afar, shouting, 'Old Commander, we are back!' Although this regiment has already changed several people on the Communist side, I am still their old commander in terms of rank. Ay! If they want to come over this time, I'm really going to have a drunk with them! ”

At this moment, Chen Mosong's eyes were moist, tears flowed down his wrinkled face, and he took out a handkerchief to wipe his eyes. Jiang Anbang's heart moved, it was obvious that Chen Mosong was really moved by the fact that he personally wrote an open letter to the "communist bandit" troops, so he hurriedly comforted him, "Chief Chen doesn't have to be sad, I believe that your old army will definitely return, and at that time, you will definitely accompany you to drink." ”

Chen Mosong nodded with satisfaction, a smile on his face.

Jiang Anbang asked at this time, "Chief Chen, apart from fighting on the battlefield, have you never seen your old troops again?" ”

Chen Mosong opened a drawer and took out a pair of Japanese-style binoculars. "In March of the 27th year of the Republic of China (1938), I went to Shanxi to discuss military aircraft with Yan Xishan, the commander of the Second Theater of Operations. It just so happened that this independent regiment was resting in a village near the defense area of the Second World War Zone, so I stopped by to visit them. At that time, it was still the honeymoon period of the Kuomintang and the Communist Party, and they also knew about my old relationship with the independence group, so they held a grand welcome ceremony for me. ”

At this time, Chen Mosong's eyes moistened again, "At that time, the first impression I had when I saw the old army was that it was an iron-clad battalion of soldiers. In the old regiment of old men, there was only one regiment commander Chang Ge, one deputy regiment commander, one battalion commander and one man left at this time. I heard Chang Ge say that after the outbreak of the Anti-Japanese War, five old men of the old regiment had been killed, and some of them served in other units of the Eighth Route Army and the New Fourth Army. Overall, though, the meeting was a pleasant one. They gave me a batch of gifts, all captured devil trophies, a pair of binoculars, a saber, a box of canned Japanese food, an Oriental horse, oh, and a magnifying glass. ”

As he spoke, he raised his hand and pointed to the desktop map. "Of course, I'll give them some gifts."

Jiang Anbang got up and approached the writing desk, took the telescope, picked up the magnifying glass, and found that the barrel of the telescope and the handle of the magnifying glass were engraved with a line of neat and beautiful small characters - "Gift to the old regiment commander General Chen Cixi to inspect the regiment to commemorate, the independent regiment of the Eighth Route Army, 1938, 3, 28." ”

He put his things on the table and sat down on the couch. Chen Mosong took out a dark blue hardcover cover album from the drawer, walked up to Jiang Anbang and sat down, opened the album and took out a few photos and handed them to him. "This is a photo I took with the old group at that time."

Jiang Anbang took the photo, the first one, Chen Mosong, wearing a general's uniform, accompanied by several officers of the Central Army and the Eighth Route Army, inspected the troops and raised his hands to salute the officers and soldiers in the procession. The officers of the Eighth Route Army in the queue also raised their hands to salute him, and the soldiers saluted with their guns. Jiang Anbang noticed that among the officers of the Central Army who walked behind Chen Mosong and accompanied him to inspect the troops, there were Tang Jinshan and Zhong Lifu. There is also a line of text added with a brush when the photo was printed: "General Chen Cixi inspected the photo of the old army".

The other five are group photos of Chen Mosong and some officers and soldiers of the Eighth Route Army, and the photos all have the words "General Chen Cixi, the old regiment commander, inspecting the regiment." All the photos, whether it is Chen Mosong or those officers and soldiers of the Eighth Route are full of smiles on their faces. As you can see from the photos, the meeting was filled with a joyful and pleasant atmosphere.

Looking at these photos, looking at the two things on the table, and looking at the twitching muscles on Chen Mosong's cheeks, Jiang Anbang sighed silently, he didn't expect that Chen Mosong, who had been an anti-communist all his life, still had such a heavy affection for an old army of "communist bandits". This kind of affection is completely sincere from the heart, and it is impossible to pretend at all.

Chen Mosong is indeed very affectionate towards that old unit. Although time has passed and the world has changed, he still remembers his trip to Shanxi in March 1938, and his meeting with the old army in a beautiful mountain village on the Loess Plateau. )