Zhuang Jihua raised his eyes to look at Bauer, and at first glance knew that this was a typical soldier, he stood there quietly, a little out of place with the surrounding environment, and looked outstanding; With restrained eyes, a slightly curved nose like an eagle's beak, and a suit was worn by him to smell like a military uniform.

"Oh, Colonel Bauer, I've heard of you for a long time, Merry Christmas." Zhuang Jihua stretched out his hand, but this sentence was said in English.

Bauer stepped forward and gently shook the outstretched hand, then quickly let go, and quickly took another half step back: "Merry Christmas; I have also heard of General Zhuang's record, a very good record. ”

Bauer's words were also spoken in English, and it seems that the two men had a clear understanding of each other, and both concluded that the other did not understand their native language.

"I should have come to visit a long time ago, but there are some things that have been delayed, and I ask the general for forgiveness."

Bauer misinterpreted the meaning of Zhuang Jihua's words, and he thought that Zhuang Jihua was euphemistically expressing his dissatisfaction, after all, so many days had passed since Yordi said it.

"Today is a festival day, don't say those things that hurt the scenery." Zhuang Jihua smiled and said, "However, you don't have to ask me for forgiveness,...。 ”

Before Zhuang Jihua's words fell, there was a loud shouting at the door, Zhuang Jihua couldn't help but look in that direction, the dancing crowd was stopping, looking curiously in the direction of the door.

"....you imperialist lackeys! Down with the lackeys! ”

Zhuang Jihua frowned, he roughly guessed who it was, he gave Wu Ziniu a look, and then said to Bauer and Yordi: "I'm sorry, I have to leave for a while." ”

After speaking, he motioned to Wu Ziniu to push him over, Wu Ziniu wanted to persuade him to leave it alone, but Zhuang Jihua's eyes did not waver at all, and his hands were about to push the wheel, Wu Ziniu had to close his mouth and push him towards the door.

"You can't do this, we're hospitals!" A woman with a little fat figure stopped more than a dozen people who looked like workers, and those people were about to break in, Zhuang Jihua recognized the woman, who was the head nurse of the hospital, a very kind person, but at this moment her face turned red and resolutely stopped in front of those people.

"Heh, what about the hospital, we working class can't go to the hospital." A worker with a cigarette on his mouth was "indignant" and said: "Isn't dancing just hugging, and so will I, I heard that the nurses in your hospital are very beautiful, and you want to see it." ”

"Miss Li, what's going on?" The dean came out of it and asked when he saw this scene.

"Dean, they are coming to the ball, but the hospital has a rule that they can't come in without the hospital staff, but they have to go inside." Seeing that it was the dean, Nurse Li hurriedly reported to him as if she was looking for the backbone.

"Workers, let's go in." Before the dean could speak, the worker at the head waved back and took the lead to go inside.

The dean felt a little troubled when he looked at these people, but now that the workers' movement in Wuhan was surging, and there was a strike every three or five months, the power of the CGT was almost as great as that of a municipal axe.

"Stop, what do you want to do?" A young doctor came forward to stop him, and the worker raised his hand and punched him in the chest, and the doctor immediately fell down, and then the worker raised his foot and kicked, scolding in his mouth, and the workers behind him also rushed up and punched the doctor who fell to the ground.

"Stop! Stop it! Don't hit anyone! The dean hurriedly stepped forward to stop him, and before he could get closer, a slap came and slapped him in the face, the dean immediately staggered back, and the glasses on the bridge of his nose also flew out, and the head nurse Li hurriedly helped him.

"Don't hit anyone!" More people poured out of the hall, their roars stopped the beatings, and two nurses ran up to pick up the moaning young doctor and were about to take him to the emergency room.

"Stop, go there," another member of the workers came out to stop him: "he is a person who obstructs the activities of the workers, is a counter-revolutionary, and must be brought to trial by us workers." ”

"You came here to make trouble unreasonably and beat people, how can you still be justified?" Xiaoxiu suddenly stood up from behind and asked loudly.

More and more people poured out of the hall, gradually forming a state of encirclement of these people, and some of the lightly wounded people who were nearby also came over, standing on the periphery, looking at them coldly.

"Drink, there are a lot of people," the worker at the head looked around indifferently: "I tell you, there are hundreds of thousands of workers outside this hospital, Dezi, go and call the pickets." ”

The two of them ran out of the crowd quickly, and they were about to disappear into the darkness, Wu Ziniu and Song Yunfei in the crowd moved, Zhuang Jihua hurriedly waved his hand, beckoned Song Yunfei to his side, and whispered two words, Song Yunfei turned around and squeezed out of the crowd after hearing this.

"What is Christmas? The festival of Western imperialism, are you not capitulating to imperialism when you celebrate this kind of festival? Workers, do you say yes or no? The young workers at the head were very alert and immediately found a valid reason.

"Down with the capitulationists! Against Christmas! More than a dozen workers raised their fists and shouted slogans, but the surrounding doctors, nurses, and workers all looked at them coldly.

"Down with the lackeys of imperialism!" The leading workers changed their slogans again.

"Down with the lackeys of imperialism!" This was followed by a whole chant and a dozen fists.

"Hospital workers, don't fall for imperialism, fight against them! The proletariat should unite, long live the workers! The leading worker shouted to the doctors and nurses around him.

"You guys are messing around here, beating and scolding people, it's really unreasonable!" After the old dean recovered from the initial blow, he was trembling with anger, but his cultivation made him unable to scold more intensely, and he just pointed his finger at the worker in charge and could no longer speak.

"Hurry up to the emergency room! Just go! Nurse Li instructed the two nurses who were supporting the beaten doctor.

"Don't go!" Two more workers stepped forward and stopped in front of the nurse.

"This man must be handed over to us workers for trial!" The worker screamed.

"Handed over to you for judgment?" Zhuang Jihua saw that the doctor was seriously injured, blood was coming out of his mouth, and it was estimated that his ribs and internal organs were seriously injured, and he had to be sent to the emergency department immediately, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Who are you?" The young workers at the head looked at Zhuang Jihua who was pushed out, and felt that this person was a little extraordinary, and the people who pushed the cart for him were all lieutenants.

"You don't care who I am," Zhuang Jihua stared at him coldly and said, "We'll talk about your affairs later, save people first, Ziniu, save people first." ”

Wu Ziniu hesitated, he was afraid that these people would be rude to Zhuang Jihua, "Go!" Zhuang Jihua was a little angry, and slapped his wheelchair with his hand and said sharply.

Wu Ziniu let go of the wheelchair and looked around, but Yordi stood up and walked towards the nurse who was stopped, Wu Ziniu saw Song Yunfei appear in the crowd, so he stepped behind Yordi and walked towards the doctor who was being supported.

"Hmph," the young worker was not afraid at all, and looked at the two people who came over coldly, and when they approached, he waved his hand, and seven or eight workers stopped in front of the two.

Jordi was stopped, but Wu Ziniu couldn't, he easily threw the workers who stopped in front of him three or four feet, and then three or four wounded soldiers came out from the other side, and they slowly leaned over and approached the group of workers, and the first worker felt that something was wrong.

"What are you going to do? Are you going to oppose us workers? Against the revolution? Don't be afraid, workers, unite and fight against them! ”

Although the slogan is still being shouted, the momentum is not as good as before, and it no longer dares to stop it. Zhuang Jihua moved the wheelchair a few steps forward, although the wheelchair was very light, but he felt very difficult, suddenly he felt that the wheelchair seemed to be much lighter, turned his head to see that it was Bauer pushing behind him, he smiled gratefully at Bauer, but the latter's expression was still so indifferent, but his hands held the wheelchair tightly.

Bauer pushed Zhuang Jihua to the front of the crowd, stopped five or six steps away from the workers, and Song Yunfei also squeezed out of the crowd and came behind Zhuang Jihua.

"What's your name? Which union is it from? Zhuang Jihua asked.

"Zeng Xinyuan, who are you from the dock union picket?" The young workers looked at him warily.

"Is it your own action today, or is it the arrangement of your union?" Zhuang Jihua did not answer his question, but continued to ask.

"It's none of your business, who are you?" Zeng Xinyuan asked again, looking a little impatient.

After thinking about it, Zhuang Jihua decided to tell him that the identity of the hero might be a little helpful: "My name is Zhuang Jihua, the commander of the First Division of the First Army of the National Revolutionary Army. ”

As soon as Zhuang Jihua's words fell, Zeng Xinyuan showed a look of sudden realization, and he said contemptuously: "It turns out that you are Chiang Kai-shek's lackey and a reactionary officer. ”

"Reactionary officers? This hat is so big, how can you conclude that I am a reactionary officer? Zhuang Jihua's face sank, he didn't expect things to become so fast, the grassroots organization of [***] had already designated Chiang Kai-shek as an enemy.

"Isn't it? Chiang Kai-shek opposed the workers' and peasants' movement and was the new warlord. Zeng Xinyuan shouted sharply.

"That's what your party Central Committee says?" Zhuang Jihua asked again.

Zeng Xinyuan was speechless all of a sudden, although the [***] top level had already set Chiang Kai-shek as a potential number one opponent, a representative of the New Right, but in terms of strategy, they still decided to unite him, and this was also a request of Moscow, and the current anti-Chiang was a radical action of the lower level, and the [***] Central Committee had not yet officially announced it.

"Do you know what this is?" Seeing that he couldn't answer, Zhuang Jihua said coldly: "This is a hospital, a hospital requisitioned by the National Revolutionary Army, and the doctors and nurses here are all working for the revolution. ”

"You fart, the actions of our workers are revolutionary actions, you are counter-revolutionaries." Zeng Xinyuan shouted: "Workers, don't be deceived by this reactionary officer! He was Chiang Kai-shek's lackey! ”

"Do you say, are they revolutionary?" Zhuang Jihua calmly asked the doctors and nurses behind him.

"It's not!"

"It's a ruffian!"

There was a rambling answer from behind.

"Do you hear that? This is the answer of the masses. Zhuang Jihua looked at Zeng Xinyuan mockingly.

"They've been blinded by you." Zeng Xinyuan saw that the consequences were not good if it went on like this, and the people he went to find did not arrive, so he retreated in his heart: "Workers, don't be afraid, I will come back." ”

After speaking, he turned around to leave, but Zhuang Jihua didn't want to let him go.

"I want to leave after beating people, I'm afraid there is no such cheap thing in this world."

Zhuang Jihua noticed that this group of workers had never been afraid from beginning to end, and in the face of the doctors and nurses in the hospital and his stern questioning, they were not afraid at all, and they did not even lose their momentum.

"Hmph, what do you want?" Zeng Xinyuan asked Zhuang Jihua contemptuously.

"I don't want to do anything, I have already reported the matter here to the Wuhan Garrison Command, they will arrive later, and they will deal with it." Zhuang Jihua said neatly.

"Damn, Master Zhuang, what are you talking to him about, beating him up." A wounded soldier shouted.

"Yes, yes, kill these dogs."

"Hit! These bastards! ”

Many wounded soldiers shouted angrily, these people have experienced the baptism of war, their temper has become very hot, the nurses and doctors in the hospital have taken care of them and made them grateful in their hearts, and now they see them being bullied, which makes the wounded soldiers very angry, and the number of wounded people around them is gradually increasing.

"Who dares to move?" Zeng Xinyuan took out a pistol from his waist and aimed it at Zhuang Jihua, and several workers around him pulled out their pistols and aimed them at the wounded soldiers who surrounded him.

Seeing the gun coming out, the nurses in the hospital were immediately frightened and fled backwards. Bauer stood behind Zhuang Jihua and didn't move, and the dean was about to step forward to dissuade him when he saw this.

"Dean, you step aside, this is no longer your hospital's business." Zhuang Jihua calmly persuaded the head of the hospital, and the dean looked back at Zhuang Jihua and saw that the latter was staring at the gun in Zeng Xinyuan's hand, so he had to sigh and dodge.

Seeing these guns, Zhuang Jihua fully understood that the Wuhan workers' movement must have gotten out of control, and this was the case with the pickets of striking workers in Guangdong and Hong Kong when he was in Guangzhou, and the trade unions had the power to arrest and kidnap people, and Wu Tiecheng's police station and Chiang Kai-shek's garrison headquarters had clashed with them.

"Fuck, I'm not afraid on the battlefield, I have the ability to rush to grandpa!" The wounded soldier pulled his hospital gown, exposed his chest, and walked towards the worker.

These workers were obviously inexperienced, and in the past, as soon as they took out their guns, the factory owners and shopkeepers immediately agreed to their requests, but now, these soldiers were not afraid, and their guns trembled a little.

(To be continued)