Chapter 1 Question (Three Trials)

"First use all the methods of Western medicine, and then I will arrange for traditional Chinese medicine." Yan Xishan sighed and turned his gaze to Zhao Daiwen who was unconscious.

Thin, bizarrely thin. This brother who has worked side by side with him for many years is as thin as a pile of dry wood. Under the dark yellow skin, the black blood vessels are clearly visible, as if the flesh and blood in the body have been burned out, and only meridians and bones are left at this moment.

His flesh and blood were exhausted for the Jinsui Group, and the current Jinsui Group disappointed him so much. Thinking of the real reason why Zhao Daiwen vomited blood, in an instant, Yan Xishan, who had always been determined, felt a strong sense of regret in his heart, but soon, this regret was suppressed by his reason, and the eyes ejaculated from his eyes became colder and colder.

This is a helpless choice. Unless he, Zhao Chengshou and others learn from Zhao Daiwen, and come and go without any worries, compromise with the Japanese is the only way out for the Jinsui Group.

The Jinsui Army had fought. In the first year of the War of Resistance, there were hundreds of thousands of soldiers who fell on the battlefield. But what was the result of the battle? Suiyuan established his own door, and was lost in northern and eastern Shanxi. The industrial system he had accumulated for more than 20 years and was all over the Japanese in a blink of an eye. Now everyone has only a corner of western Shanxi, and they have to divide it equally with Wei Lihuang's Central Army. If they continue to fight, what else can the Jinsui Army besides becoming a bunch of names on the martyrs' monument?

Not only the Jinsui Army was not good, but the Central Army has also been defeated repeatedly over the past three years, lost cities and lost land, and the huge gap in industrial and military power has made the Chinese army have no power to resist. If the Japanese had not had limited military strength and the road to entering Sichuan was really difficult, Chongqing would probably have been filled with Japanese plaster flags. Jiang Guangtou and his Huangpu faction had already turned to Qinghai to continue to have a dream of spring and autumn of exchange for space.

The only way to withstand the Japanese is probably to turn itself into a part of the common people like the Eighth Route Army, relying on the vastness of China's land and the huge population base, and drag it to waste until the Japanese could not hold on and take the initiative to withdraw. But if they did that, what would be used to ensure the purity of the Jinsui Army? The lesson of the new army was clearly seen. The new army, which adopted the Eighth Route Army's methods, was completely red in less than two years. The commander-in-chief wanted to install people and could not put them in. He wanted to solve the problem by force, but suddenly realized that the combat effectiveness of this army was far greater than that of the other major forces of the Jinsui Army. It was impossible to take it down without showing the determination to burn them together.

Why, when Yan Xishan was in the middle of the night, he asked himself more than once, where did he feel sorry for Xinjun, Xu Fanting and others, and he made them so determined when they left. The answer seemed to be only one, that is, the other party was brainwashed and crazy about a certain belief, but because the other party mastered a certain theory, he could only give up the foundation he had laid for many years. Why, if he could take away his property by memorizing a few scriptures, what is the difference between it and the monks and Taoists who cheated everywhere in the world? (Note 1)

It is impossible. Yan Xishan is not Zhao Daiwen. He must not allow the Jinsui Army that he had spent half his life to build was taken away lightly after shouting a few slogans. This foundation is not only Yan Xishan, but also Zhao Chengshou, Wang Jingguo, Sun Chu and others. None of them is qualified to hand over this foundation. They can only do their best to maintain it and promote it, and lose both losses and prosper together.

"Boss, Mr. Zhao has woken up, as if he is calling your name." While immersed in his anger, the voice of Yang Mazi, a close Western doctor, suddenly came from his ears. "However, please don't stimulate him again, otherwise the consequences will be unimaginable."

"I understand, you go outside and wait. You are not allowed to leave without my order." Yan Xishan glanced at Yang Mazi fiercely and walked quickly towards Zhao Daiwen.

"Yes." Yang Mazi agreed, turned around and left, and took a few steps. Hearing Yan Xishan's low orders, "You guys are there, why are you standing here? Let's wait outside."

This sentence was obviously said to Zhao Chengshou and others, "Yes." Everyone knew that Commander Yan was unhappy, so they quickly agreed in a low voice and retreated outside the door together.

Yan Xishan had no time to pay attention to them anymore, packed up his chaotic thoughts, and slowly walked towards the patient who was infusion. Zhao Daiwen on the sickbed also heard his footsteps, struggled to turn his head over. The two of them met in the air, and they froze, and then they both instinctively chose to move their eyes away, as if there was a bomb hidden in each other's eyes. If they didn't move them away, they would blow the two of them to pieces.

"Brother Zilong, my brother Zilong, why do you have to be so angry?" After a moment of hesitation, Yan Xishan moved his foot toward the patient again, smiling all over his face, and making a series of complaints in his mouth, "Look, look, you see, you are in your seventies. What if you get any root cause, let me tell you how to explain to the people of the world."

"Baichuan,,." Zhao Daiwen smiled with difficulty and called in a low voice, "No need to say these scenes between you and me, you and my brothers. I am in my seventies, and I die two days earlier and two days later. In fact, there is no difference."

"Brother Zilong, Brother Zilong, what did you say?" Yan Xishan's face suddenly turned red. He wanted to say a few words of rebuttal, but he was afraid that it would stimulate Zhao Daiwen again, making the other party completely unable to rest. He kept his eyes so purple, his forehead was black, and sweat beads dripping from his temples.

"Baichuan, I didn't say that just because I was angry with you. I remember that those Shanxi fellow villagers who returned to China to launch the revolution together may be able to count clearly on their faces. Compared to them, I have lived too long." Seeing the embarrassment in Yan Xishan's heart and understanding what the other party was taboo, Zhao Daiwen sighed softly and added in a low voice.

After despair, he no longer wanted to argue with Yan Xishan about the previous topic. The other party was not someone who could easily change his determination. Since he had started contact with the Japanese, it was impossible to get back. He himself tried his best to prevent himself from having too much influence in the Jinsui Army for thirty years to avoid his brothers turning against each other. Now, the result of this decision has finally been completely reflected, whether it is sweet or bitter, only he knows.

"Brother Shilong, don't say that." Hearing this, Yan Xishan felt even more guilty. He smiled embarrassedly and reached out to grab Zhao Daiwen's thin arm. "I'm still waiting to continue fighting side by side with you. If you leave now, I will have something difficult to decide in the future. "

The second half of the sentence was almost from the heart. As he spoke, his eyes became wet and tears instantly flowed. Seeing this, Zhao Daiwen couldn't help but sigh again, "Oh, you don't have to be so humble. I'm old, and many ideas have long been unable to keep up with your ideas. I have been shameless and I have been giving you some advice. In fact, it's just a mess. I know that you're looking at it for us for many years."

"Brother Zilong, don't say that, don't say that. If you say that, I have no choice except to resign immediately." Yan Xishan was so anxious that he cried and grabbed Zhao Daiwen's hand and shook it gently, "I know that some decisions recently were not in line with your mind, but I, but I was really forced to have no choice."

"I know, I can understand, I can really understand." Zhao Daiwen didn't want to waste his little energy on meaningless words. He shook his head and responded with a forced smile, "I don't want to say this anymore. I don't have much time left. Let's say something else while I'm still awake."

"Say something else, say something else." Yan Xishan was amnesty and nodded vigorously. As long as there was no need to compromise with Japan or other issues, he was willing to accommodate Zhao Daiwen at this moment. After all, he was only one friend who could leave his back to him in his life, which really made the other party leave with regret. He, Yan, may never be able to feel at ease in the future.

Zhao Daiwen's hand tightened slightly, grabbed Yan Xishan's wrist, and whispered to his promise, "You know that Zong Fu, my family is radical and acts absurdly. With me as a father in recent years, no one wants to make things difficult for him."

"I know, I know, young people, who didn't come here like this," he understood that Zhao Daiwen was entrusting his orphanage, and Yan Xishan agreed without hesitation, although it had already been pointed out many times in the secret reports given to him by the military and political guards that Zhao Zongfu had close contacts with the red elements.

Zhao Daiwen's eyes clearly showed gratitude. He wanted to say some polite words, but he didn't know where to start, so he had to tighten his fingers again and signaled that he believed Yan Xishan's promise.

Yan Xishan immediately pressed his other hand on and held Zhao Daiwen's cold palm with both hands, "I promise you that as long as I, Yan Baichuan, will no one dare to touch Zong Fu as long as I am alive for one day."

The old friend has only such an only son. He doesn't want his old friend to have no descendants to burn incense on his death day in the future. As for Zhao Zongfu's ideological tendency to Yan'an, it's nothing to be scary. The scholar rebelled for three years. No matter how distorted Zhao Zongfu's thoughts were, he was just a scholar. Moreover, his background had long been decided, and it was impossible to fully accept the theory of "shouldering the noble and humble, equally rich and poor" in Yan'an, (Note 2)

"Then, then I'm not worried about anything." Zhao Daiwen smiled with difficulty, and two lines of clear tears slowly flowed from the corners of his eyes. No one could easily give up the interests he had already obtained. With Mr. Zhongshan's greatness back then, he was reluctant to give up his power in his later years, and he also wanted to make all the Kuomintang members swear allegiance to himself. Yan Baichuan was just a local tyrant. How could he expect him to place the country and nation on his own interests? In the past, it was not Yan Baichuan that disappointed him, but he looked at Yan Baichuan too high and looked at the small group of Jinsui.

Thinking that the reason why my old friend cried was because he promised to protect Zhao Zongfu forever, Yan Xishan felt much more relaxed again. He held the other party's hand and continued to promise: "Aren't you determined to run a school? When there is no war, let Zongfu be the director of the education department of our Shanxi Province. From now on, he will have many talents all over the world, and the concept of education that you have always adhered to will be implemented."

"Then, I'm really dead without regrets." Zhao Daiwen was startled by the "reward" given by Yan Xishan, and was stunned, and laughed even more and more miserable. "Baichuan, you are busy with official duties, so I won't cause trouble for you here. Arrange a car and take me back. Don't delay your handling of business because of my illness."

The two have worked together for so many years, and I'm afraid this time is Zhao Daiwen's most polite to Yan Xishan. He is so polite that Yan Xishan cannot adapt at all. He holds Zhao Daiwen's hand in both hands, but cannot warm it up at all, and he can't feel any warmth from the other party's palm.

He knew where the cold came from, but he couldn't find a way to resolve it. He stood by the sickbed for a while. Seeing that Zhao Daiwen's eyes had closed again, he had to sigh softly, let go of his hand, and slowly walk to the door, "Cleaning, arrange for an ambulance to take Mr. Cilong back, and arrange for Dr. Zhang Ziren to give him a follow-up visit. At any cost, he should also let Mr. Cilong recover as soon as possible."

"Yes." Confidential secretary Liang Huazhi agreed loudly, turned around and ran to arrange medical staff and vehicles.

Yan Xishan turned around and looked at the empty cave again. He felt empty for a moment, as if he had lost a lot of things. These things were usually invisible and invisible, but they made him feel warm all the time. Now, the warmth is gone with the wind. No matter how hard he tries, he can no longer hold it in his hands, leaving only lingering regrets.

"Boss, what happened to the first cavalry division." Seeing that Yan Xishan didn't say anything for a long time, Wang Jingguo walked forward and bit the bullet and reminded that it was indeed not the time to mention this, but it was related to the safety of the Jinsui Army, so he had to face the difficulties.

Fortunately, Yan Xishan also distinguished the priorities. After thinking about it, he responded in a very low voice, "Let's put it aside first. Don't let the news leak out from both of you, especially you, Zhao Yinfu, I know you are soft-hearted, but you are definitely soft-hearted for such people who are rebellious. Let's wait for a month or two to transfer the Zou's surname back to report on his work, and then find a way without hidden dangers to solve the problems of Zhao Rui and others, and try not to make too much noise, so as not to affect the morale of the army."

"Yes." Wang Jingguo and Zhao Chengshou quickly agreed, using body language to show that they were completely obeying the commander-in-chief's orders.

"And." Yan Xishan gritted his teeth hard, and a trace of resentment emerged in his eyes. "Public security, after you go back, you will send a telegram to Chongqing on behalf of me to ask for the military pay and various supplies that should be allocated this year. According to the organization of the eight armies, our Jinsui Army is on the front line of the war of resistance, so we should get more."

"This" Wang Jingguo was stunned for a moment, unable to keep up with the old commander's ideas. From the recent reaction of the Military Control Commission, it was inferred that Chongqing had already obtained some relevant information about the secret negotiations between the Jinsui Army and the Japanese. In this case, he also asked for food and money to replenish supplies. Wouldn't it force Chongqing to take the initiative to showdown with the Jinsui Army?

"If you want to go, go." Yan Xishan glared at him fiercely and added loudly, "Don't think about it. You are still far from dealing with some people."

"Yes, I'm humble and dull, thank you for my advice from the CEO." Wang Jingguo quickly understood the confidence of the Jinsui Army and bowed to Yan Xishan with admiration. Jiang was so old that the Chongqing side realized the collusion between the Jinsui Army and the Japanese invaders, the more the Jinsui Army had to put on the air. Only in this way would Chongqing think that there was hope to bring the Jinsui Army back and give various benefits twice as much. When the Japanese side learned that Chongqing was trying to pull the Jinsui Army back, they would increase the efforts to buy them, so that everyone could afford more benefits.

However, what Yan Xishan wanted to do at this time was far beyond his ability to accept. Soon, he whispered to add another specific task, "The matter of colluding with the Eighth Route Army and dividing our relationship with the Northern Route Army is also focused on the telegram. I don't believe that someone is willing to offend our entire Second War Zone for this arrogant boy."

Note 1: Xu Fan Ting, a veteran of Xinhai, a member of the Tongmenghui, was the captain of the Shanxi Expedition Team during the Revolution of Xinhai, and was the chief of staff of the Second Mixed Detachment of the Third Army of the National Army at that time. In 1935, Xu Fan Ting was acquainted with the Zhongshan Mausoleum in Nanjing and vowing to the Japanese invaders to unite with the heavens. In 1937, he was ordered to form the Shanxi New Army. Later, because Yan Xishan was preparing to solve the leadership of the new army by force, he turned his back to Yan'an.
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