Chen Zikun got up with difficulty, sat down at the small table, picked up the wine jug and poured a glass, and drank it with his neck tilted, the liquor stimulated the broken oral mucosa, and he gasped in pain: "Hiss, it tastes good!" What kind of wine is this? ”

The unfamiliar voice said: "This is the local wine from Kweichow Moutai." ”

Chen Zikun was greatly moved, but he didn't expect to drink the prestigious Moutai for the first time in his life, but he was on death row.

He simply raised the flask and took a big sip and shouted, "Happy!" ”

"Hou Shengzi, you are dying, why are you not afraid at all?" That's humane.

Chen Zikun said: "Lead the knife into a fast, live up to the head of the young man, come and come, don't hide, have a drink with me." ”

Out of the darkness came a lame old man in an old military uniform, with a bunch of keys hanging from his waist, and as he walked around, he said while dragging his lame legs: "No wonder the big man doesn't kill you, you kid has some meaning." ”

When he got closer, he took the key to open the prison door, sat down with Chen Zikun, picked up the wine glass and took a sip, smacking his lips: "Guizhou produces good wine, Yan Zhao produces heroes, and Hou Shengzai, I hear that your accent is a northerner, right?" ”

Chen Zikun said: "I am an orphan and I don't know where my hometown is. ”

Lao Jun said: "That's it, Da Shuai's parents died early, and he grew up alone, you can't escape the death penalty for assassinating Da Shuai today, but this bravery is remarkable, good man, I'll accompany you to drink." ”

After a few drinks between the two, Chen Zikun's eyes focused on the key on the old soldier's waist and said, "You old man is not small, aren't you afraid of me?" ”

The old soldier laughed: "I have lived for sixty years, I have never seen anything in the world, and I didn't have you when I followed Feng Junmen to kill the French devils in Zhennan Pass." ”

Chen Zikun said: "It turned out to be an old hero, disrespectful. ”

The old soldier smiled indifferently and said: "It's just an old wounded soldier, if you talk about heroes and heroes, the land of the two wides, we are the first to recommend our marshal." ”

Chen Zikun said: "It's just a martial artist, let alone a hero? ”

The old soldier said: "Hou Shengzi, let me tell you a story." ”

Chen Zikun said: "Listen to me. ”

"Once upon a time, there was a child, his father died when he was two years old, his mother died at the age of ten, he wandered outside at a young age, slept in a broken temple, slept in a coffin, and at the age of sixteen, he eliminated harm for the people, killed the vicious dog of a French priest, left his hometown and came to Longzhou Shuikou, helped Tusi guard the cemetery, practiced good marksmanship and a tiger guts, and later roared in the mountains and forests, specializing in killing foreigners, and did not commit any crimes against the people, and was called a righteous bandit."

When the old army said this, he paused before saying: "Later, this person became the Guangxi Governor of the Qing Dynasty, the envoy of the Republic of China, and the Great China, half of the country is under his control, he is Lu Rongting and Lu Dashuai." ”

Chen Zikun said solemnly: "Sure enough, he is a hero in troubled times!" ”

The old army smiled proudly: "There are clouds in the rivers and lakes, Zhang Zuolin in the north, and Lu Rongting in the south, in fact, this sentence is not right, how can Zhang Zuolin be compared with our marshal, there was a time when the north and the south negotiated peace, Zhang Zuolin and the marshal met in the capital, the two tried marksmanship, Zhang's marksmanship in front of the marshal is just a small skill of carving insects, Zhang is not convinced, compared to the injuries on the body, the marshal took off his robe on the spot, counted more than 80 scars, and Zhang Zuolin only has more than 50 places, since then Zhang no longer dares to be arrogant in front of the marshal. ”

Chen Zikun was silent, but his heart was turbulent, although the words of the old army were a little colorful, but they were true, he could go from an orphan to a handsome man who sat on thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, Lu Rongting can really be regarded as a generation of heroes, such a legendary experience, as a seven-foot man, how can he not yearn for it.

It's a pity that his good head is about to be beheaded on the execution ground, and no matter how much ambition he has, it will be difficult to realize it. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh.

The old soldier drank another glass and staggered out.

……、

On the seventh day, Chen Zikun was already familiar with the glorious history of Lu Rongting and the ins and outs of the Guangzhou Military Government, and his Cantonese proficiency had also improved greatly.

Suddenly, the cell door opened, and a team of policemen came in and escorted Chen Zikun away and brought him into the Guangzhou Criminal Court, where there were already five roe deer prisoners on trial. ”

Chen Zikun's heart immediately lifted.

The first prisoner said: "Yes, it is exactly what our Shantou Five Tigers did. ”

The judge said, "Why did you kill someone?" ”

The prisoner said: "It's just because we robbed a beautiful girl that day, and we were about to act, and she ruined a good thing, and we couldn't beat her, so we had to choose another time, buy a firearm from Guangzhou, and beat her to death with a mask, so we let out a bad breath." ”

The judge said: "Killing people in the street is an unforgivable crime, and you are sentenced to death according to law, can you not accept it?" ”

Some of the prisoners wept bitterly, some were stunned, and some kowtowed and begged for mercy. With a wave of his hand, the judge escorted them down.

"It turns out that my aunt was beaten to death by these hooligans." Chen Zikun's heart was shocked.

Then, Chen Zikun was escorted to the trial seat, and the judge picked up the case file and looked at it, and asked: "Seven days ago, you attempted to assassinate Lu Dashuai, the president of the military government, and killed four guards and wounded five others in the process of assassination, but is it true?" ”

Chen Zikun said proudly: "Yes." ”

The judge was not verbose: "Murder pays for life, this court sentences you to death according to law, you have something to say." ”

Chen Zikun shook his head, his heart was like ashes, he was not afraid of death, he just felt that he had died unjustly, he was too impulsive to do things, and it was easy to be used by others, if he could live again, he would never make such a mistake again.

The condemned prisoners were escorted to the execution ground, and during the transportation, Chen Zikun also tried to escape, but the shackles were heavy and the guards were tight, so there was no chance at all.

The execution ground was on a hill on the outskirts of Guangzhou, with green grass, blue sky and clear water, and the six prisoners were lined up, with signs behind their backs and black cloths covering their faces.

In an instant, countless figures flashed in Chen Zikun's mind, "See you in the next life." He thought helplessly.

The gun rang out, but Chen Zikun did not fall, he only heard the sound of the corpse falling to the ground, after a while, he was escorted to the car again, and was taken to a large mansion in a daze, entered the hall, took off the shackles, and after the black cloth on his face was untied, he saw two people sitting in the hall, one in the middle was Lu Rongting, and the other was a lame old army who was guarding him!

However, at this time, the old army was not wearing an old military uniform, but a brand-new army general's uniform, and he saw Chen Zikun showing a puzzled look, and laughed: "We have been chatting for seven days, why don't you know an old friend." ”

Chen Zikun said: "Are you?" ”

The old soldier said: "Let me tell you the last story, after Lu Dashuai came to Longzhou, he once helped people ferry, ferryed a son and a daughter under the old man's knees, and later his daughter married Lu Rongting, and his son joined the army with him, fought in the south and the north, and became the commander of the Guangxi Supervisory Army and the commander-in-chief of the Hunan-Guangdong-Guizhou Allied Army. ”

Chen Zikun was dumbfounded.

Lu Rongting and Tan Haoming smiled at each other, and seemed to be very satisfied with this effect.

"Boy, Dashuai appreciates you very much, and he sent someone to Shantou to investigate the murder case that day, and arrested the murderer to avenge your aunt. Tan Haoming asked with a smile.

No matter how stupid Chen Zikun is, he knows what to do, he knelt down on one knee and said: "Thank you Dashuai, the deputy marshal avenged me, Chen has nothing to avenge, from now on, this life is only for Dashuai to drive." ”

Lu Rongting laughed, got up from his seat, beckoned, and the next person brought a tray, which was a set of military uniforms and hats and a pair of riding boots.

"Lost and returned, it is not in vain that the commander has worked hard, come and come, this is a military uniform customized for you, put it on"

What else is there to say now, Chen Zikun retired and changed his clothes, and did not make much effort to change into a military uniform and re-enter the court, he is tall and long-legged, and he is in good spirits after wearing a custom-made military uniform.

Although Lu Rongting admired Chen Zikun a lot, Chen Zikun killed several of his guards after all, and taking him by his side would inevitably cause the guards to be angry, and he smiled at his brother-in-law: "Yuebo, this kid will be an adjutant with you." ”

Tan Haoming said: "This is very good. ”

From this day on, Chen Zikun became the adjutant of the Gui warlord Tan Haoming, with the rank of second lieutenant and a monthly salary of 50 yuan.

……

Shanghai, in a villa on Molière Road in the French Concession, the guard Huang Luyao gently pushed open the door of the study and said: "Prime Minister, Guangzhou emergency electricity." ”

Sun Wen took the telegram and looked at it, put it down and sighed: "I sacrificed another good comrade, I repeatedly told him not to assassinate Lu Rongting, but you young people are always arrogant." ”

As he spoke, his eyes turned red, and he pinched the bridge of his nose with his hand and said: "The revolution has a long way to go, we can't afford such a sacrifice, Lu Yao, prepare incense and candles, I want to worship the martyrs." ”

Huang Luyao silently retreated, when he went out to buy incense, candles and tin foil, he suddenly thought of Chen Zikun's explanation, so he came to the Sima Road Jianbing Book Apartment to report the funeral, knocked on the door for a long time and no one answered, a neighbor came over and said: "There is no one living here, their maid jumped into the river and died, and the family carried the corpse to make trouble, this business can't be done." ”

"Do you know where they're moving?" Huang Luyao asked.

The neighbor muttered, "Who knows." ”

Huang Luyao left gloomily and came to the Jingwu Society to report Chen Zikun's death.

After Liu Zhensheng heard the bad news, he couldn't help but burst into tears, he didn't expect that the last Jingwu meeting would become a permanent secret, he called a meeting of his apprentices, and said sadly: "Chen Zhen sacrificed for the revolution, and his spirit lives on!" ”

The Jingwu Society was full of vegetarian content, and all of them were in tears, and the tablets of the fifth senior brother and Huo Yuanjia were placed together.

Since then, every morning before the morning jog, no matter how many times the members have changed, Chen Zhen's name will always be called, and there will always be countless young voices in the queue answering: "Yes!" ”