After the carriage crossed the Liuhe Bridge, the escort of the New Sixth Army stopped. Mi Chuanxian looked at the guards standing at the head of the bridge, forced a smile, and waved his arm:

"Go back, all come back, brethren!"

The brothers also waved their hands, asking Mi Chuanxian to take care and wishing Mi Chuanxian a smooth journey. An adjutant of the guards came running up to him and gave him a new barge gun, telling him to stay on the road for self-defense.

Mi Chuanxian was very moved, and thanked the guard adjutant, but confiscated the barge gun:

"You can keep this game for future devils! I...... I don't need it, protect me...... I...... I have a gun. ”

The lieutenant of the guard insisted:

"Commander, the pistol can't compare to these twenty shots, and if you take it with you, you will take it as me...... I'm still there for you! ”

Mi Chuanxian took it and said emotionally:

"It's good! You have followed me for so many years, listen to me, and I will listen to you again today! I'll take the gun, and after I recover, you can get it at my house!" You and your brothers are also welcome to walk around my hometown and taste the eight treasures of our hometown! ”

The lieutenant of the guard saluted him with red eyes:

"Yes! Captains! We'll go to see you often! ”

Mi Chuanxian habitually raised his hand to return the salute, but his stiff hand was raised in the air, and he immediately realized the change in his identity, and his hand did not lean on his forehead, but only waved it stiffly, and said again:

"Let's go back, let's go back!"

After walking a few steps and jumping into the carriage, Mi Chuanxian felt that his eyes were full of watery things, and he was afraid that the watery things would roll out of his eyes in front of the brothers who saw him off, so he ordered Wang Laohan, who was driving the car, to whip and urge the horse.

Under the whipping of Wang Laohan, the three horses galloped vigorously, and the sound of hooves hitting the road was like bursts of falling raindrops. The June wind was warm and strong, almost blowing the sunhat over his head. He pressed his hat with one hand, and took the opportunity to wipe away the old tears with the other.

No one saw it. The brothers on the bridge did not see it, nor did the wife and the little daughter sitting in the car. In the eyes of the righteous subordinate brothers at the bridgehead, he is still a majestic military commander; In the eyes of his wife and daughter, he is still a dignified husband and father. He was at the command of the front, at that embarrassing meeting everything. None of them know.

Actually, he should have cried. It will be happier to cry. The boy doesn't flick when he has tears, but he really hasn't reached the sad place. He finally realized this today. He was really heartbroken by the gang of comrades who plotted with him. These guys who climbed to the top by his single-handedly cultivation, as soon as they saw him lose power, they immediately fell into the arms of the old dragon, far inferior to the brothers in the pistol regiment. Shen Shuangying shamelessly replaced him and became the commander of the army. The old dragon did a great job, and his gang of comrades did even more desperately; The old dragon stepped on two boats in Chongqing and Nanjing; His gang of comrades also stepped on the two boats of Tami Chuanxian and Long Guokang.

Of course, from the bottom of his heart, he also has selfish intentions for this miscarriage anyway, and he does have the intention of bringing down Long Guokang and taking charge of the Seventh Front Army. But he is not wrong about what he means, he is in charge of the Seventh Front Army, he wants to pull the Seventh Front Army to Chongqing and do things for the recovery of the central government, not like Long Guokang, who watched the wind and made the rudder slippery. But the central government couldn't believe him, and ordered that he was not allowed to rebel in the Seventh Front Army, and he was sincere to the sky, but the sky ignored it, and as a result, he fell to the step of bidding farewell to his military career.

He also blamed him, when he talked to Shen Shuangying and them a few months ago, he was so impassioned, and he really felt that he was an anti-Japanese hero, why did he become so vulnerable in front of Long Guokang? Why did the old dragon break his selfishness and he collapsed? It seems that he is not a hero, and he is not despicable enough in his bones. If he is a hero, no atmosphere of danger should crush him. If he could be more despicable—at least to the extent of the old dragon, he would also regard that little selfishness as a legitimate pursuit, and calmly face the old dragon's anger. His failure was not only because of the cunning of the old dragon, the confusion of the center, but also because of his own kindness and weakness. When he first conceived the grand plan anyway, he didn't even want to knock out the old dragon.

Indeed, it is weak. He shouldn't have knelt down to the old dragon in front of so many bastard subordinates. If he knew that the old dragon would not kill him, he would never kneel, never. This humiliating incident should not have happened. At that time, he was frightened and confused, lost his basic judgment ability, forgot that he was a military commander, forgot that he was to the Central Committee and not to the Communist Party, and forgot his relationship with Li Hanming. How dare the old dragon kill him? If you kill him, you can't explain it to Li Hanming, and you can't explain it to the central government. He went to the center anyway, the old dragon killed him, and it was clear what the old dragon was like to save the country. He is different from Huang Shaoxiong this time, Huang Shaoxiong's account can be pushed to the head of the Japanese, but he can't push this account to the head of the Japanese, and Huang Shaoxiong is vigorous and vigorous, he finally talked on paper, did not fight, and the old dragon could not kill him at all.

It's really wronged.

The facts of the world are unpredictable, and people's hearts cannot be fathomed, so they recall the past and feel the great absurdity, only seven years ago, many generals of the national army still turned their hearts down, all looked at Nanjing, chanted "peace to save the country", and advocated "ideological decisive battle". It seems that all the ministries were forced to go to the anti-Japanese front line, and they were all deceived by the Chongqing Central Committee. Now, they have turned over again, dumped Nanjing and aimed at Chongqing, and supported the Chongqing Central Committee together, as if they were all Guan Yu who was in Cao Ying's heart and was in Han, and had to be a traitor for the country and the nation. I really can't figure out the gods and ghosts in them, the real and the false. Their adaptability and adaptability are too strong, and it may be difficult for future generations to find a conscience or two and a half-star reason when writing this period of history.

He still speaks of heaven and conscience. No matter how selfish he was, no matter how he surrendered in order to preserve his strength, after all, he started anyway when the Japanese were still under heavy pressure, and he paid the price for the future of this miscarriage, which is a little consolation for a Chinese soldier with an unextinguished conscience - of course, such a retreat may not be a bad thing. I heard that Marshal Pétain of France had been arrested and interrogated by the French Supreme Court. The old marshal voluntarily surrendered himself from Switzerland to France, and was still not forgiven by the French people. He stayed in the puppet military to welcome the recovery, but he was afraid that the end would not be good. The good future that Lao Long led everyone to run is very doubtful. Maybe the central government will come back and gain a firm foothold, and they will immediately clean up the Long Guokang people and liquidate their crimes of being traitors.

At that time, the opportunity will come again, and he and Huang Shaoxiong will become heroes and go down in the history of the arduous war of resistance, while Lao Long and Shen Shuangying will be like the old Pétain in France, going to prison and going to the gallows......

There was a smile on his bitter face, and he remembered the former sage's aphorism in time, "Fortune and misfortune depend on it, and misfortune and blessing lurk", and consciously understood a layer of life.

In front of him was a field that had sunk into the twilight. The sunset pressed the sky very low, and the yellow mud avenue stretched forward from under the flying wheels and the hooves of the trampling horses, as if it could reach the end of heaven and earth at any time, and as if there was no end to it. The wheat in the fields on both sides of the road made waves. The aroma of new wheat and the smell of the earth drifted in the wind, which made him suddenly have a long-lost emotion, a deep attachment to Tianyuan and the land. He couldn't help but squint his eyes and reminisce about his old farm life, imagining how he got to Jiebeidian, how he got on the train and returned to his hometown in Jiangnan, facing the first harvest......

It's a harvest season.

It was an evening of the harvest season.

The unexpected happened-

On the land full of harvest, more than a dozen men dressed as croppers suddenly appeared. The men held bright guns in their hands, some long and some short, and some with bayonets. Before the old man who was driving the car could figure out what was going on, the guns in the hands of the men rang out with a "bang", and the frightened Ma Dong scurried around, and in the blink of an eye, he dragged the cart over in the ditch beside the road. He climbed up from the ditch, drenched and drenched, and before he could find the twenty-ring, the men had rushed to him and pointed their bayonets at his chest.

He was panicked and surprised:

"You...... What are you from? ”

A man with a beard on his face said:

"Anti-indulgence and elimination of traitors, today, come and settle accounts with you, an old traitor!"

He did not believe that the anti-vertical guerrilla area was in the northeast of Zijicheng, and there had never been any anti-vertical men and horses on the line from Liuhe to Jiebeidian.

"You...... You are talking nonsense! ”

The beard kicked him over on the edge of the ditch, and with a "bang", he pulled the bolt of the gun, patted the butt of the gun and said:

"Nonsense or nonsense, you go ask it!"

The daughter, who had just climbed up from the bottom of the ditch, cried and hugged the bearded legs:

"My dad is not a traitor, he ...... He was driven out of the New Sixth Army by Long Guokang......"

Bearded eyelids rolled:

"They don't care about dog-eat-dog things, Lao Tzu only knows how to kill these heinous traitors!"

The daughter whimpered and cried:

"I beg you, I beg you, he ...... He's such a nice guy! ”

The beard asked:

"What good people? Good people who kill Chinese? A good guy who works for the devil? Miss, do you know how many Chinese have died at their hands in five years? ”

He was so wronged that he boldly argued:

"That'...... Don't blame me for that! Blame the Japanese, blame Long Guokang, I ...... We are also carrying out orders, no way! ”

The spear in the beard's hand reached his chest, piercing through the thin silk coat and into his flesh.

"Execute orders? No way? Whose orders are you carrying out?! Isn't there no way and no conscience?! ”

The spear pierced deeper and deeper, like a huge fang, little by little embedded between the two ribs. The blade seemed to grind against his ribs, causing him to feel a heart-wrenching pain. He twisted instinctively, and there was a desperate and bitter cry in his throat. As he writhed, blood seeped out, soaking the coat wet.

His daughter threw herself desperately in front of him. Two tall and thin men pulled her back. One of them grinned and shoved a dirty hand into her skirt.

He saw it, and cried out helplessly in agony:

"Don't ...... Don't touch her......"

The two men ignored it and dragged their daughter into the wheat field, dragging her skirt while dragging it. The daughter cried and scolded, struggled desperately, and broke off both embroidered shoes.

Ignoring the beard, the bayonet he pulled out was aimed at his chest again, he knew that he would not be able to escape this time, and before the beard could slowly penetrate the bayonet into his flesh again, he grabbed the barrel of the gun with both hands and pressed it down.

At this moment, gunshots rang out in the distance. The beard screamed "Japanese", threw him and his daughter, and fled with the men. When he was about to flee, he tried to pull out the spear from his chest, but because he couldn't pull out the barrel of the gun because he was holding on to it, he had to give up the gun......

Later, sure enough, a Japanese patrol came, driving a motorcycle. There are dozens of people in a trance. The motorcycle came to a stop on the road.

It's ridiculous, the Japanese saved him!

The Japanese soldiers pulled out the spears from his body, lifted him and his daughter into the motorcycle support, and turned around to drive to the boundary store. He waved his hand weakly and asked the devil soldier about the situation of his wife and the old man who drove the car. During the whole martyrdom, he never heard the movement of his wife and Wang Laohan.

The devil soldiers dragged out the bodies of his wife and Wang Laohan from the ditch, and the bodies and faces of both of them were covered with blood. He felt a thick smell in his nose, his eyes went dark, and he fainted......

I woke up once at the bandaging center of the Japanese army in the boundary monument shop, and saw the murderous face of the bearded man on the ceiling of a swaying lamp. I feel that they are not like anti-indulgence people, and I wonder that their appearance is related to the old dragon. Naturally, old Pétain in France came to mind again, to prisons and gallows. He decided that he would eventually die in the Japanese bandaging center, and Long Guokang would not be able to escape the punishment that the central government would definitely punish him. As long as he survives, he must rush to Chongqing to report to the Central Committee and even to Chairman Chiang himself all the crimes of Long Guokang's Seventh Front Army, and to hasten the execution of this just punishment. Even if he is accused of being a traitor, he will not hesitate to accompany Long Guokang and the Seventh Front Army to finish it together.

The history of the future must write a heavy stroke for the conscience of heaven.

But he didn't survive. Three days later, Mi Chuanxian, the former commander of the New Sixth Army, died in the Dancheng Japanese military hospital. Commander Takashima, Major General Kawamoto, and all the senior generals of the Seventh Front Army headed by Long Guokang attended Mi Chuanxian's funeral.

The funeral was solemn and solemn. Takashima called Mi Chuanxian a warrior who dedicated himself to the holy war in East Asia. The Nanjing government called Mi Chuanxian a hero who saved the country peacefully. Long Guokang delivered a speech at the funeral, declaring that he would cooperate with the Japanese army to launch a fierce attack on the bandit area of Yunya Mountain within the next few days, so as to suppress the achievements of the Communist Party and comfort the dead of Mi Chuanxian, the late commander of the New Sixth Army of the Seventh Front Army.