In the fourth month of the lunar calendar, the rapidly rising temperature announced the end of the short spring in Bailuyuan and entered the early summer season. The wheat of the Manyuan is tinged with an albumine color from the dark green, and a lock of yellow-ripe barley and barley are sandwiched in the middle of the large wheat fields, and the earth presents a sacred and tranquil appearance similar to that of a pregnant woman before giving birth. Judging from the weather and the season, it seems that there is no big difference from the scenery of the past countless spring and summer turns, and the poor and rich farmers only habitually compare this year's festival a few days earlier than last year's or a little half a month later. The poor croppers are always more babbling and muttering than the rich croppers, also because they are more eager to harvest the wheat in order to reduce the number and quantity of borrowing. The anticipation of ripening fruit is more urgent than ever. Seeing the wheat turning from green to yellow day by day, the eager croppers walked to the field with a sickle and a wheelbarrow, grabbed the ears of wheat and pinched them to take a look, and the wheat grains were still swollen with small beans, and sighed, "The outside is yellow and the inside is not yellow!" So he picked up the sickle and pulled the cart and went home. Suddenly, a warm and dry south wind lasted all night and a half day, and the wheat was so dry that it broke its ears and lost its grains, so the men and women of thousands of families sighed loudly and recited the ancient precept of "wheat yellow silkworms are old for a while" and flocked to the field, and the sound of scythes cutting wheat stalks became noisy. In that mysterious, short hour, the wheat was ripe; In that mysterious moment, the silkworm was cocooned......

May 20, 1949 A.D. became a mysterious and short moment in the social climate of Bailuyuan, which permanently changed the history of the original yuan.

Heiwa's heart jumped when she heard the phone ringing; Every time the phone rings, it seems as if the heart is not the first thing to be hit. Heiwa grabbed the phone and put it on her ear, only to know that it was from the sentry card of Mafang Town, forty miles west of the county. The sentry's voice was a little sticky: "A major officer wants to go through the sentry post and go to the county to find you." Battalion Commander Deer, do you say you can let him go? He didn't say his name, nor did he report where he came from, but he asked me to ask you if Camp Commander Deer still likes to eat rock candy......"

Heiwa couldn't figure out how long she had been in a state of unconsciousness, and when she woke up, she found that the phone was still buckled on her left ear, and sweat dripped down the lower end of the phone into her palm. He had forgotten how he had answered the sentry, and the headset had already turned into a cold busy tone. He couldn't tell if he was more flustered or more calm than he had been before he answered the phone, but he tried to remember how he had answered the sentinel's inquiry on the phone earlier, or if he hadn't answered at all. He shook his hand with a trembling hand, and the black telephone shook like a pendulum on the table, and finally heard the voice that was no longer sticky and begged for a seal: "Don't worry, Camp Commander Lu, I have already let it go." I've blocked a Dodge truck for the Major, and I've been sitting on it for a while, and I might even stilt into your threshold for a while!" Heiwa put down the phone and stepped out of the door, and there was silence outside the door. Immediately walked into the house again, tore off the towel and stuffed it directly into the bucket under the basin rack, dipped it in water, wiped his sweaty cheeks and neck vigorously, then took off his shirt and trousers, scooped up cold water with a horse spoon and poured it on his body. The water flowed on the brick floor, and it didn't take long for it to seep into the blue bricks, making a dry and thirsty creak. At this moment, the guard's questioning voice sounded outside the door, and a familiar voice said, "You interrogate me, I will interrogate you." You only know that your Lu Battalion Commander's name is Lu Zhaoqian, do you know that his nickname is Heiwa? Do you know that he likes to knock on 'wind and snow'?" Heiwa was wearing pants and hurriedly stilted out of the door and shouted: "I also remember your nickname, I'm embarrassed to call again!"

The drenched Lu Heiwa was only wearing a pair of drenched pants, and Lu Zhaopeng, who was wearing a major epaulette and a disguise, hugged each other tightly, and the two heavily armed guards saw the sincerity and comical of the two, but they couldn't appreciate the state of mind of the two friends at the moment. It was Heiwa who let go of her arm first, dragged Zhaopeng's arm and walked into the door. He stuck the latch of the door from inside, and when he thought it was wrong, he pulled it open, and said only to the guard: "No one is allowed to disturb him!" Then he plugged in the latch of the door, hurriedly kicked his pants and got dressed, turned his face and asked, "My you, why did you jump here?" Lu Zhaopeng took out a cigarette from the cigarette case on the table, lit it and smoked it, and said, "You ask, you can get two steamed buns for people first, I probably still have the same meal last night when I crossed the Wei River......

Lu Zhaopeng, as the chief of the liaison section of the 15th Division, waded through the last natural water barrier in the ancient capital of Xi'an with the first batch of soldiers of the 48th Regiment who forcibly crossed the Wei River. Moments before departure, he stuffed a whole small pot helmet in his stomach, which reminded him of the ancient legend of the pot helmet, a food of the Qin people. This kind of food that resembles a hat and helmet was produced to meet the needs of the ancient Qin army's expeditions, and later became popular in the daily life of ordinary people. It arose in ancient warfare and is still adapted to today's warfare. In the tens of millions of firewood pots and stoves in countless villages in Weibei, clever women and stupid women are carefully working together in the pot helmets, and the streets and alleys of the villages and villages are filled with the rich fragrance of cooked noodles. The pot helmet that was assigned to Lu Zhaopeng had been cut into slender strips, all to fit the slender cloth bag of fried noodles for the soldiers; The traditional knife method of this food is to cut it into large cubes, which can be imagined as careful as the common people. Some of the slender pot helmets are decorated with magenta ornaments, and some seem to be engraved with handwriting, but they are all too thin and broken to be illegible. When Lu Zhaopeng picked up the thin strips of pot helmets distributed to his hands, he was deeply sorry, the complete pot helmet and the beautiful pattern were chopped, and the sweet scene of his mother putting down the pot helmet that had just come out of the pot on the board came to mind.

Lu Zhaopeng crossed the Wei River at dawn. The advance detachment planted a number of reed stalks in the river as markers for the crossing route, and the deepest part of the water was flooded to the chest, and guns and bags of dry food were held above their heads. The crossing of the river was met with a modest resistance, and the artillery and machine guns covering them overwhelmed the defenders on the opposite bank. Stepping over the sand on the other side, they found that the defenders were so thin that they did not look like they were guarded, the soldiers had already absconded in the night, and they had only captured three prisoners, and there were not too many corpses to be seen, and machine guns and rifles were thrown everywhere, so vulnerable to the fall of a powerful dynasty.

Lu Zhaopeng and more than a dozen soldiers and cadres of his liaison section vigorously encouraged the battalion commander who crossed the river to drive straight in, but he disobeyed the order to assemble at Sanqiao and broke into the airfield outside the west gate. The defenders' resistance was nothing more than a decaying fence of stakes, which was quickly breached. There are several planes parked on the airport, all of them are broken and scrapped eagle-like zombies. Lu Zhaopeng tapped the aluminum shell with a short gun and said, "Chief Hu always leaves the wounded soldiers. At this time, a soldier led a man dressed in a merchant's costume to come over, saying that he had been sent by the underground party in Xi'an to answer the arrival of the People's Liberation Army. Lu Zhaopeng knocked on the casing again with the barrel of the gun, and solemnly corrected him: "Comrade Wang, you must remember that from now on, we will go from the underground to the ground and become the party on the ground!"

Comrade Wang handed him a map of the city of Xi'an and information on the deployment of the Kuomintang garrison, and revealed to him the plan to sabotage and blow up the flour mills of the power plant and the few new factories on the eve of the enemy's flight. Lu Zhaopeng and the battalion commander only said one sentence, and they unified their views: enter the city immediately! Comrade Wang helped them find a train driver with frost-white sideburns, and the soldiers of the whole battalion climbed onto the train. As the train roared into the train station, the people who had taken the train for the first time screamed, and only half of a paper roll of horn brand cigarettes was smoked. The battalion was divided into small groups and rushed to key factories such as the power plant, flour mills, and yarn mills. It is said that when the soldiers rushing to the power plant rushed into the factory, enemy agents were piling up iron boxes of American-made explosives. When Lu Zhaopeng walked out of the train station, he heard a loud noise from the direction of Xicheng, and when he walked through the alley to the bell tower, he happened to see a team of soldiers rushing to the bell tower in a vigorous posture, the leading soldier holding a red flag, running along the square fence of the Ming Dynasty building in the center of the city and shouting, at that moment Zhaopeng regretted not having a camera. He then learned that the loud bang just now was fired by the soldiers of another battalion of the division and regiment when they attacked the west gate. The hole in the west gate was blocked with bricks, and explosives had to be used to satisfy the psychology of the anxious warriors. He finally greeted the morning of May 20 and witnessed the fall of an old regime and the birth of a new one. Facing the red flag waving in the wind on the bell tower, he shed a line of tears, which is the most precious thing to pay tribute to countless martyrs.

When he returned to the airfield, it was late and he handed over a large amount of information to the division commander. The teacher's reward was: "Come on with your bite to eat." It was then that he remembered that when he crossed the river, an unknown soldier beside him had been hit by a bullet and had fallen into the water, and that he had wet the bag of dry food as he helped him, and that the pot helmets carved with patterns and ornaments had all been soaked in a pile of mush. He had forgotten about hunger, and the great pleasure and the tight heartstrings had left his stomach and intestines all dormant. Until dark, Lu Zhaopeng was personally summoned by the division commander to assign a new task: "Go back to your hometown and instigate the uprising of the Zishui Security Regiment." ”

Lu Zhaopeng put on a Kuomintang major military uniform prepared for him by the division commander, but he regretted that he was missing a pair of leather shoes, and then someone found a pair of leather shoes from the feet of the captured airport guards and sent them, which were slightly small and pinched. Lu Zhaopeng said: "I'm afraid I have to have a car." The division commander said, "I have prepared a bicycle for you, and the gas is already full." You're on your way now. Lu Zhaopeng stepped into the car and left.

This is a rare opportunity for a relaxing night out. The fields are quiet, and the night breeze is filled with the greedy smell of mother's milk from the ripe wheat. Zhao Peng could accurately distinguish the different smells emanating from the wheat and pea fields, and took the opportunity to repair the chains, he touched the pea fields and picked up a handful of pods and vines, stuffed the pods and leaves into his mouth and chewed them. There were hardly any lights in the small and large villages along the way, except for the sporadic sound of a few pretended dog barking, which sounded safe and relaxed. Driving into the Zishui River, I saw the flat top of the white deer under the starlight, and the white deer that was cast before I was literate jumped out of my heart. The broken bike kept dropping the chain, forcing him to jump down again and again to hang the chain to the gears, interrupting many of his memories and emotions.

When I arrived at Mafang Town, which was still forty miles away from the county seat, I encountered the only inventory. A thick log was stretched across the dirt and stone road, and on either side stood several armed regiments, and there was a small house. Lu Zhaopeng could tell from the accent of a sentry that he was a local, and he pronounced "san" as "mulberry" and called "bo" as "bei", which was a peculiar pronunciation of the residents of more than a dozen villages around Mafang Town. Lu Zhaopeng looked at the overly serious attitude of this indigenous group member of Mafang Town, but despised him even more, little doll, the regime you are seriously defending has been destroyed under me, you melon eggs, you stupid bear are still in the dark. He said lightly: "You hang up the phone to Battalion Commander Lu Zhaoqian, he is my cousin, and his name is Sang (San) Bei (Bo)." As soon as the sentry's eyes lit up, he revealed all his simple and lovely nature: "Oh, sir, listening to the accent, are you from Fangyuan in our Mafang Town?" Which village?" Lu Zhaopeng patted him on the shoulder with a smile and said, "Pull the township party first, hang up the phone quickly." You just have to ask Camp Commander Deer if he likes rock candy?" After the sentry asked this, his face changed and he raised his hand in salute, and in a panic dragged the telephone to the ground...... The sentries of the entire checkpoint were busy, and they all went out to block a Dodge truck, put the bicycle in the compartment, and helped Zhao Peng into the driver's building, and after the native regiment pointed a gun at the driver and said, "If you make trouble on the road and neglect the sir, I will pull out your tongue and feed it to the dogs when you come back and pass by." ”