Chapter 4 Reunion (Eight)

"Du, Du Wai died like this." Many years later, when Zhang John heard the Battle of Yangjiaqiao from his grandfather Zhang Songling, he couldn't help but ask loudly.

Although Du Waizui occupied a very short length in the story of his grandfather, this person left a deep impression on John Zhang. He was bold, philanthropist, smart, and ambitious, which was more in line with his aesthetic view that was influenced by the free world and made him feel real. Previously, whether it was Wang Huzi, Zhao Tianlong or his grandfather back then, they were more like saints living in legends.

"No, his body is much stronger than that of ordinary people, and his luck is much better than that of ordinary people." Zhang Songling shook his head and replied with a smile, "The stray bullet hit his ribs and stuck on it. At first glance, the wound looked bloody and bloody, but in fact there was nothing in the internal organs inside,"

"Oh, I forgot that he had been a bandit and his physique is much better than that of ordinary people." Zhang John's heart, which was in his throat, fell back into his stomach. After thinking about it, he gave himself a supplement, "I couldn't buy antibiotics in China at that time, and it is estimated that the bacteria have not yet developed resistance."

"There should be two factors you mentioned." Zhang Songling thought for a while and agreed with his grandson's analysis. "By the way, the little guy I introduced to your house to stay there two years ago is your wicked grandfather's biological grandson."

"You are talking about Dubin." John Zhang immediately found a rebellious young man from his memory, full of surprise. The reason why he was impressed by this person was not only because the name was really funny, but also because this person was absolutely generous. After receiving a call from his grandfather, he argued with his mother for the sake of allowing guests from remote areas of China to stay at his home for a month or three months. After several times, I didn't expect that the third day after I received Dubin from the airport, the person was picked up from my home by a Chinese company's US branch. A few days later, I bought a luxury house covering an area of ​​more than 800 square meters in a famous wealthy area with the cash. When John Zhang saw this person again, it was already Christmas the following year. Dubin, who came to greet his father, drove a Hummer with a fuel consumption of up to 22 liters, from beginning to home, Versace, which looked so cool and sleek.

After the guest left, my father, who had been living in the United States for many years, began to complain about his grandfather's pedanticism in front of his wife again. He asked a poor lecturer who took dry wages to support his family and received a rich man who was like a fake. Didn't he deliberately make things difficult for others? You don't like me, and there is no need to use this method to attack people. If you have the ability, don't leave so early. You can also arrange for me to do a municipal party secretary. Even if you are a municipal party secretary of a county-level city, I don't have to buy a campus house and have to use a loan, and I have to bear the debt for thirty years.

That was also one of the main reasons that prompted John Zhang to decide to return home and fully understand his grandfather's experience back then. He did not understand how the fanatical and dogmatic grandfather in his father's mouth had such a generous friend, how could the homeland that was neither democratic nor honest in his father's mouth be so amazingly energetic at the end of the 20th century? According to the predictions of political scientists and economists, she should have collapsed several times. Who would have thought that she had been strode forward and had a miracle that was getting faster and stronger and stronger.

He hid all his questions in his heart and never sought answers from his grandfather. He hoped to use his eyes and ears to understand the real journey of this country, this nation, and his family from the 1930s to the end of the 20th century. He was full of curiosity about this history that had been rendered in the book view. He became addicted to it and became an unpure observer and recorder. Unconsciously, he dug out one great figure after another from his grandfather's slightly long-winded narrative, and combined with his own subjective imagination, he restored them to life.

"It didn't take long for that battle. The main force of the 93rd Regiment rushed over quickly. The doctor of the army performed surgery on Du Waizui. After digging out the bullets, he jumped around again in less than half a month." Unable to guess what his junior thoughts were in his mind at this moment, Zhang Songling was still immersed in his memories of the past, slapped the bridge railings at hand, and replenished them in a bunch of ways.

The bridge was not the one in the Yang family, nor the water was the southern part of the Chachahar, but the turbid river water and the thirsty land on both sides of the river were the same color as it was back then. In his memory, the short and fierce battle was the last battle with the 93rd Regiment of the Jinsui Army. The next time he met Shao Yong and others again was in Zhangjiakou eight years later. In the next battle of Pingjin, the Northeast Field Army and the Second and Third Corps of the North China Military Region, and local armed forces, at the cost of 40,000 casualties, they forced the subsidence of the 13 army 50 divisions commanded by General Fu Zuoyi, totaling more than 520,000 troops, completely locked in the victory of the dispute between the Kuomintang and the Communist Party.

"The Ninety-third Regiment came up soon, and the Japanese Shimura Brigade was completely wiped out by you again." John Zhang's eyes were always different from his grandfather. He was stunned and asked loudly.

"Running." Zhang Songling smiled and shrugged, pride all over his body, "It ran away before the 93rd Regiment arrived. It is worthy of being nicknamed "The Xiacun Brigade that cannot be run away". It retreats very quickly and decisively, making people unable to chase after it."

"Run," the Japanese army that once launched a kamikaze attack on the Pacific battlefield would actually escape in the face of battle. This fact surprised John Zhang again. In the film and television and literary works he had previously been exposed to, whether written by Chinese writers or American writers, the Japanese army was synonymous with courage and old-fashionedness. When he was fighting, he knew that failure was irreversible, but he had to hold on to the end and never made any changes or retreat choices. Unexpectedly, with his grandfather, the Japanese army was no different from the troops of other countries. He would even sit idly by and watch friendly forces be wiped out but refused to save them. He would falsely report the results of the war, cover up his own losses, and would also escape in the face of battle, and also find many beautiful excuses for it.

"Of course I ran away." Zhang Songling was proud every time he recalled that day. "There are us and the cavalry battalions ahead. The total strength of the two families is no less than that of him. There is a 93rd Regiment behind him who is rushing towards the bridge. If the Xiacun Brigade does not escape, wouldn't he be seeking death?"

"Then you will be completely out of danger from now on." Zhang John's emotions were infected by his grandfather and he inferred with a smile.

"No." Zhang Songling sighed softly, and the smile on his face gradually dimmed. "There were two rivers near Jining. After crossing the Qijin River, there was also a Nalin River. The first cavalry division of the Jin army blocked the Nalin River Bridge and ordered us and the 93rd Regiment to accept the adaptation on the spot." (Note 1)

Note 1: The first cavalry division of the Jin army, Yan Xishan's elite troops, made many military achievements in the early stage of the War of Resistance. In 1940, the division commander Zhao Rui was ordered to contact the Japanese army and discuss the "peaceful coexistence". In 1942, when fighting with the Japanese army in Purification, Shanxi, he was defeated and surrounded. The entire division was ordered to surrender to the enemy and was reorganized into the Shanxi Suppression Communist Army. After Japan's defeat, the division returned to Yan Xishan's banner. On the eve of the Taiyuan Battle, Zhao Rui was not optimistic about Yan Xishan's future and turned against him.
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