Chapter 311: Fengling Gudu

Now that the situation in North China has stabilized, the Japanese are still able to scrupulously abide by the "Tanggu Agreement" and rush to northern Shaanxi to investigate the formation of the Communist Party in northern Shaanxi, so as to know themselves and the enemy, and make advance preparations for the independent division to go to the front line of the suppression of the Communist Party in northern Shaanxi.

This is a report to the Ministry of Military Affairs, and the reasons are high-sounding, and it is also a plan that the Nanjing government has long had, and the reasons are sufficient.

In addition to the above-mentioned reasons, he specifically told Chairman Chiang that Zhang Yang's Northeast Army and Northwest Army of hundreds of thousands of troops could not quickly wipe out the Zhumao Red Army, which had only a few tens of thousands of people.

This phenomenon is really incomprehensible, the Zhu Mao Red Army has been pursued by tens of thousands of miles, and it is already the end of the strong crossbow, the tired division, the remnants of the defeated generals, and Zhang Yang can not win, the reasons are intriguing and strange.

The ministry was willing to go to Zhang Yang to personally explore the reality of the communists, understand the details of the communist bandits, and make preliminary preparations for the independent division to go to northern Shaanxi, so as to complete the great cause of the chairman of the committee to suppress the communists.

When the telegram was issued, in addition to the explicit reply of the Ministry of Military Affairs, Chairman Chiang sent a secret telegram praising Tang Qiuli's actions and praising him as a capable person of the party and the state and a model for sharing the worries of the leader.

Tang Qiuli was hereby granted the right to be arbitrary, and if Zhang Yang was found to have misconducted, he could deal with it immediately without consulting the central government.

Tang Qiuli looked at Chairman Jiang's secret telegram, and could only smile bitterly, why is the old man dizzy? He took thousands of people and horses to go deep into the hinterland of hundreds of thousands of horses in Zhang Yang, and he had to deal with it immediately, and he was lucky not to be beaten into a hornet's nest.

Chairman Jiang was happy, the Ministry of Military Affairs had no reason to refute it, Tang Qiu's trip to Shaanxi and Gansu was able to take place, and it was with a special mission, as for the real purpose, only he knew it.

The troops left Beiping, passed through Handan, crossed the Qingzhang River, entered the boundary of Shanxi, and arrived at the Changzhi area from Licheng, because it was too far away from the governor of Taiyuan, Shanxi, Tang Qiuli sent a telegram to the commander Yan, in addition to explaining the purpose of the passage, but also casually greeted the shrewd emperor of Shanxi, with a humble and affectionate attitude, giving the magistrate face to the magistrate.

Also, passing by people's land, he didn't even say hello, and he was rude first, this Chief Yan is not very measured, and he loves to hold grudges.

In addition to sending back a telegram to warmly welcome him, Commander Yan also sent his subordinate general staff to Changzhi overnight, carrying a large number of gifts on his behalf, to comfort the Tang army commander, and also ordered the civil and military local officials of Changzhi to receive the Tang army commander's team to Shaanxi and Gansu with the highest standards.

Chief Yan made such a generous and bold move, which made Tang Qiuli quite surprised, this is not in line with Chief Yan's character, it is probably a good fate formed in Xiaowutai Mountain, many friends and many roads, the ancestor is really wise.

In those days, when a local powerful faction entered the territory of another local powerful faction, it often caused a tense atmosphere, and it was very likely that they would not agree with each other, draw their guns, and fight each other.

On the way from Changzhi to Jincheng and Yuncheng, they were all accompanied by the general staff of Chief Yan, and the high specifications and the number of etiquette received made Professor Ouyang and these scholars very emotional, it is good to be an official, and there are people who are close to greet them, and they are courteous.

Marching for days, staying overnight at Fenglingdu, crossing the Yellow River is the ground in Shaanxi, shaking hands with the General Staff to say goodbye, the Yellow River has a rule of not boating at night since ancient times, and the troops can only stay here and wait for dawn.

In the middle of the night, Tang Qiuli was awakened by the sound of the waves of the Yellow River, no longer sleepy, got up in clothes, bent the moon, hung high in the sky, starry, the night sky was deep and far away, the Yellow River water slapped the bank, in Tang Qiuli's ears, it was ancient and desolate.

Fenglingdu is the first big ferry port on the Yellow River since ancient times, located at the southwest end of Ruicheng County, Shanxi Province, 30 kilometers away, adjacent to Henan and Shaanxi provinces, is at the corner of the Yellow River turning eastward, is the traffic fortress of Shanxi, Shaanxi and Henan provinces, and crosses the boundary of North China, Northwest China and Central China.

For thousands of years, Fenglingdu as the key to the Yellow River, I don't know how many people are through guò here, into the Qin and Jin Dynasty, Jin Zhao Zizhen "Fenglingdu" has a sentence: "a water north and south, the Central Plains gas is self-contained, the clouds and mountains are connected to the Jin soil, the smoke tree enters the Qinchuan River, this "rooster cries to listen to the three provinces" of the ferry, the geographical location is unique, the transportation is convenient, the three rivers meet the junction of the three provinces.

Staying at the ancient ferry port at night, listening to the sound of the yellow water, Tang Qiuli's thoughts drifted to the distant night sky, lost on the bank of the Yellow River, his soul seemed to have left the body, becoming the ethereal moonlight in the night sky, he didn't know, a few guards, faithfully guarded by him.

On his shoulders, a long robe was quietly put on, and he suddenly turned around, under the night sky, Mei Ting's eyes were shining, and his face was gentle that he had never seen before.

Mei Ting stood side by side with him, the sound of the Yellow River slapping on the shore seemed to be far away, the atmosphere was warm and ambiguous, Tang Qiuli was very unaccustomed, he always thought that only with Xiaoling could he have this kind of artistic conception, and Mei Ting tonight unexpectedly gave him such a feeling.

Mei Ting was awakened by her bizarre, dream-like feeling, and the tiredness of the day really made her still weak body a little unbearable, so she rested early.

Her residence is some distance away from Tang Qiuli's residence, and the sound of the waves of the Yellow River also accompanies her to sleep.

Mei Ting woke up suddenly, the footsteps were so familiar, she walked out of the house sleepwalking, and saw that under the starry sky, Tang Qiuli's lonely and desolate figure solidified into a sculpture in the night.

The instant feeling stung Mei Ting's heart, he must have had an unusual experience, and that experience has made him miserable to this day, as well as his Hua Fa, who is by no means commensurate with his age, this mysterious boy, deep in his heart, how many secrets do he not know?

Mei Ting quietly entered the house and took out a long robe, at this time, she had unspeakable pity in her heart, and all she could do was to put on a robe for him, any way of asking was stupid and unwise, Mei Ting would not make such a low-level mistake.

Tang Qiuli wrapped the long clothes on his body tightly, and exhaled a long breath, which seemed to dissipate all the blocks in his heart, and he didn't know why, on some special occasions, or in an inadvertent atmosphere, his mood would become dazed and gloomy, and he had the idea of crying or quietly crying.

"Let's go back, it's late at night, and I'm going to hurry tomorrow," Tang Qiuli said in a low voice, Mei Ting nodded silently, although she didn't hear Tang Qiuli's words of thanks, but from the boy's eyes, Mei Ting clearly felt the fluctuations in his heart.

There is also the closeness of the heart in an instant, although she left suddenly, these subtle feelings are enough for Mei Ting, she feels smartly that the distance between her and Tang Qiuli has inadvertently narrowed a lot closer tonight.

In order to cross the Yellow River with thousands of people and a large number of war horses, the local officials of Fenglingdu Town in Shanxi Province worked hard to collect enough ferries, and even so, they were divided into two groups to cross the river.

The scene of hundreds of boats racing and thousands of troops crossing the river was spectacular, Tang Qiuli stood at the bow of the boat, and in front of him was a piece of wheat like yellow that made him feel dizzy and palpitations, and the rolling waves were like countless beasts running together.

Roaring, surging from the distant canyon, all the way to his chest, the knife-like rocks on both sides, black and blue like iron, and behind the iron-like banks of the river, there were endless loess mountains.

The rising morning sun is red and bright, painting the loess mountain and the Yellow River with a piece of orange, and the yellow waves tumbling in the distance seem to be a beating and burning flame, burning all over the western half of the sky.

The ferry boat jumped up and down on the waves, the captains shouted desperately, and the boatmen should be nervous and breathless in unison, "The water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushes to the sea and never returns", the water of the Yellow River rushing to the sky has been flowing into Tang Qiuli's heart.

His right hand clung to the railing of the boat, his fingers seemed to be clamped into the wooden pillar, his chest was burning, his mouth was a little thirsty, and an irrepressible leak* jumped in his heart, as if the rushing water of the Yellow River had flowed into his veins and infiltrated his whole body.

The tense atmosphere, which had never been seen before, rose in the hearts of the northern men with such momentum, and it seemed that they could be buried in this surging yellow water at any time, and even the fierce war horses were trembling at this time, and they did not dare to show it at all.

In the middle of the rolling waves in the distance, a jumping black dot suddenly appeared, and suddenly a heart-rending shout was heard, and the black dot reached the ferry team in the blink of an eye.

It was a ship with a deep draft of coal, and it was lowered like an arrow from the middle waterline, as if it would be turned upside down into the boiling yellow soup at any moment, and the boatmen were all bare-backed, desperately wrenching, desperately shouting.

Tang Qiuli looked at the ship full of coal nervously, and was about to crash into the ferry, but the captain at the helm exerted all his strength, and with a dexterous twist of the rudder, the boat flew over, and disappeared downstream in a blink of an eye.

Tang Qiuli wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, his heart was still beating non-stop, the hull of the boat suddenly became stable, it turned out that he had already passed the torrent, and the shore in front of him was in sight.

Then came the unrestrained singing voice of the captain—

You know,

How many bends of the Yellow River in the world?

Dozens of boats in a dozen bends?

Dozens of poles on a dozen boats?

Dozens of captains to pull the boat?

The chorus of the shipwrights was like thunder—

I know,

Ninety-nine bends of the Yellow River in the world,

Ninety-nine boats in ninety-nine bends,

Ninety-nine rods in ninety-nine boats,

Ninety-nine captains came to wrench the ship

The song is melodious and desolate, penetrating Tang Qiuli's chest, the boatmen on the Yellow River ferry, their faces full of vicissitudes, wrinkles like knife carvings, full of the suffering and fierceness of the Northwest men, just like this mother river flowing through the ages, witnessing how many historical changes, there is a kind of power, injected into his heart.

The hull of the boat was lightly paused, and it had already landed, Tang Qiu walked off the gangplank a few steps away, and the boundless loess under his feet was already in front of him.

Tang Qiuli asked Zhou Yushan to give each boatman thirty yuan in addition to the ferry money, not because of their poverty, but in this short period of time, he felt a leak that he had never had.

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