At that time, the only function of the stadium in the city was to gather. Of course, the most frequently held meetings are criticism meetings and public trial meetings. This kind of meeting is very boring, because the program is almost the same, and I have never seen any new ideas in this kind of meeting in any city. This phenomenon confuses many later generations. Could it be that the Chinese people in those days were so unimaginative? strength and creativity? Hundreds of millions of people, such a vast country, without a unified pattern prescribed by man, how come all the rallies from south to north are so uninspiring? If the readers are not bored, we might as well follow the thinking of the organizers of the rally to appreciate the atmosphere and procedures of the rally.

Venue layout: Of course, there is a huge portrait of the leader hanging above the rostrum. On both sides of the portrait are the leader's quotations, which are symmetrical. Left: The core force leading our cause is the Communist Party of China, Right: The theoretical basis guiding our thinking is Marxism-Leninism. In fact, when the leader uttered these words, he didn't even think that someone had dismembered these words into a fashionable couplet, which then spread throughout the country and became a customary rule.

In front of the rostrum is a place to hang banners, just like the title of an article, the banners are to express the theme of the conference, who will be judged, who will be criticized, and we must not forget to cross the names of those criticized with a red pen.

The chief’s long table should be covered with a white tablecloth with a microphone on it. The local party, government, and military chiefs are arranged according to their positions. As usual, a teacup is placed in front of each person. What needs to be pointed out is that the teacup with a handle There is also some commonality in use, which is the case across the country. It is safe to say that there is no central document that stipulates that such teacups must be used at rallies. It can be seen that this way of thinking that follows the crowd is a characteristic of our Chinese thinking. Just imagine, if the traditional gaiwan is used, the chiefs sit on the rostrum with their legs crossed, pinch the gaiwan with three fingers to skim off the tea foam, it seems inappropriate, a bit like a child of the Eight Banners, how can it be a bit The seriousness of political struggle?

It seems that the person who first used this teacup was a very careful person, and there is politics in the teacup. (Several years later, the format of the venue has not changed much, but mineral water has replaced teacups)

There is also an indispensable prop for this kind of venue, that is, red flags should be placed around the venue, on both sides of the rostrum, and even around the circle of the stadium's circular runway, so as to create an atmosphere of "the wind shows the red flag as picturesque".

Meeting procedure: This procedure takes about 20 minutes, no matter how tight the time is, it must not be simplified, otherwise there will be big problems.

1. The audience stood up and sang "Dongfanghong".

2. I wish our great mentor, great leader, great commander, great helmsman, and the most popular red sun in our hearts, Chairman Mao, a long life without bounds! (Three times) I wish Chairman Mao's close comrade-in-arms, our beloved Deputy Commander Lin good health! Always be healthy! (Three times) This procedure is very particular. The series of attributives before Chairman Mao have a total of 36 characters, and there must be no less characters. Boundless longevity and eternal health must also be called three times in a row, and it will not work if it is too much or too little, otherwise there will be big problems.

3. Read the leader's quotations, the content should be related to the theme of this conference.

4. The audience chanted slogans, and the subject of public trial or criticism came out, with a big sign hanging around his neck, with black characters on a white background and his name crossed out, usually in a "jet-style" posture. If it is a public trial target who is going to be sentenced to death, it should be tied up like a scorpion.

5. During the criticism process, representatives from all walks of life came to the stage in turn to read manuscripts to criticize, interspersed with revolutionary slogans to build momentum.

6. At the end, the host of the meeting will make a critical summary, announce that those who are criticized will be escorted out of the venue, and finally all stand up and sing "Sailing the Sea depends on the helmsman" before the meeting ends.

It should be admitted that holding this kind of tasteless gathering year after year and day after day is really easy to make people lose interest. The nature of human beings is to pursue novelty, otherwise social development will lose momentum. Pop singers a few years later have a deep understanding of this.

This kind of tedious, uniform criticism meeting suddenly broke out a big upset one day, the previous procedures were destroyed, and the meeting was forced to suspend. In short, to put it in a fashionable way, this criticism meeting was full of drama and news value, so that the common people of this city talked about it for many years.

The rally against Li Yunlong was held in the city's largest stadium, which can accommodate tens of thousands of people in the stands. The venue was carefully arranged that day, and it was no different from venues in other cities across the country. It has already been introduced, so I won't repeat it here. The difference is that the banner above the front of the rostrum is particularly huge, each character is as high as 1.5 meters, and it is written in bold in imitation of Song Dynasty: "Completely liquidate the reactionary crime criticism meeting of the current counter-revolutionary Li Yunlong". On the circular track of track and field competitions in the past, there were heavily armed soldiers every ten meters. The soldiers carried submachine guns on their chests, and their snow-white gloves stood out in the sun. They stood at attention and faced the stands. From this point of view, There were not so many fully armed soldiers in previous criticism meetings. Loaded guns look full of gunpowder, which shows a little novelty. According to Ma Tiansheng, this is to create a powerful deterrent, to reflect the invincible power of the dictatorship of the proletariat, and to reflect the belief that "the day when the masses of the people are happy is the time when a small group of counter-revolutionaries are uncomfortable." atmosphere.

Li Yunlong's secretary Zheng Bo, the security battalion commander Wu Yushui, the security guard Xiao Wu, the driver Lao Chang, and seven or eight staff officers from the headquarters all sat on the horses under the rostrum. Zheng Bo knew in his heart that in any such meeting, There are always three purposes, one is to mobilize the masses and inspire the masses to fight. The second is to deter class enemies and play the role of killing one and making a hundred. The third is to educate those who have made serious mistakes but have not yet developed into class enemies. Zheng Bo pondered, those of them sitting on the horses under the stage undoubtedly belonged to the third type of people.

The conference started, and the previous conference procedures were proceeding in an orderly manner. Twenty minutes later, the routine procedure is over, and the main drama should begin. A woman with a very high-frequency voice chanted slogans from the loudspeaker, and the whole venue suddenly became noisy. It was difficult for tens of thousands of people to shout slogans in sync. Amidst the uproar, Li Yunlong appeared.

He was wearing an old military uniform that had been washed white, the collar badge had been pulled off long ago, and he did not wear a military cap. Three tall soldiers surrounded Li Yunlong. According to the standard "jet style", one soldier grabbed his hair Pressing down hard, the two soldiers behind pouted his arms and raised them up desperately.

Sitting under the stage, Zheng Bo could clearly see his old chief struggling desperately, trying to straighten up, and he even heard the cracking of the commander's bones. Zheng Bo trembled violently all over.

Ma Tiansheng, who was sitting on the rostrum, specially changed into a new military uniform today. He took a sip of tea from his teacup, cleared his throat and said into the microphone: "Comrades and comrades of the revolutionary rebels, today we will take the current counter-revolutionaries, Li Yunlong, the executioner who brutally suppressed the revolutionary masses, has been revealed to the public. This is a great victory for Mao Zedong Thought..."

The audience was boiling again, and slogans rang out...

Li Yunlong raised his head abruptly, and the soldier who grabbed his hair was surprised to find that what he was holding was a handful of Li Yunlong's hair, with a piece of bloody scalp attached to it...

A strand of blood flowed down Li Yunlong's forehead. He roared furiously: "Ma Tiansheng, fart your mother, I, Li Yunlong, am not a counter-revolutionary, I am a general of the Chinese People's Liberation Army, and I have shed blood for this country..."

The audience was in an uproar, and the stage was in chaos. The two soldiers who pressed Li Yunlong's arm and shot upwards felt that he was ignoring the danger of fractures and tried to straighten his waist with all his strength. Naturally, the two strong soldiers refused. To show their weakness, they lifted Li Yunlong's arm and stood in a stalemate. Zheng Bo, who was very close, heard a crisp sound, and one of Li Yunlong's left armbands was pulled down. The two soldiers were stunned for a moment. They would rather break a bone than bend over, the two soldiers let go of their hands in fright at this moment. With his uninjured right hand, Li Yunlong took off the wooden plaque with his name written on it from his neck and swung it vigorously. The heavy wooden plaque hit the long table on the rostrum. The teacups in front of Ma Tiansheng and Commissioner Huang Zheng Bo, who was smashed to pieces, splashed porcelain slag and tea on their faces, shouted in his heart: Great General! Tears welled up in his eyes.

The guard Xiao Wu picked up the Maza and rushed to the rostrum crying, "Chief, let's fight."

Battalion Commander Wu also jumped up and cursed: "Ma Tiansheng, I'll fuck your grandma..."

The guards and soldiers who had been prepared all around rushed over and knocked them down. Xiao Wu and a few young staff officers who were full of blood swung their horses and started fighting with the guards. At this time, Li Yunlong on the stage had been punched and kicked down by several soldiers. Li Yunlong used his only arm to fight back in vain, and there was chaos on and off the stage. A sharp slogan came out of the loudspeaker: "Resolutely fight back against the arrogance of the counter-revolutionaries! If Li Yunlong does not surrender, he will perish: -.

..."

Tens of thousands of people in the stadium were stunned by the sudden incident before them. They had never seen such staunch counter-revolutionaries and so many desperate buddies. They couldn't figure it out. Did these people eat the guts of leopards? At this time, the meeting place was in chaos, and no one responded to the slogan.

Ma Tiansheng was a little annoyed, the wooden sign almost broke his head, and it was under the watchful eyes of the public, the fact that the criticism meeting was held at this level, I am afraid it will set a precedent in the whole country. There has never been a case of counter-revolutionaries openly counterattacking at the venue. How did he catch up?

Ma Tiansheng made a prompt decision and ordered Li Yunlong to be detained and the meeting temporarily adjourned.

Li Yunlong, who was covered in blood, was carried into the prison car. His mouth, nose and other places were bleeding continuously, dripping on the ground, and the distance from the rostrum to the prison car disappeared into a bloody road. Those security guards who had received unarmed combat training had no idea of the severity of their actions. Li Yunlong suffered heavy blows to the abdomen and ribs many times, and suffered serious internal injuries. The severe pain made Li Yunlong unconscious. The prison van carrying Li Yunlong started and drove towards the prison. At the corner not far from here, a Soviet-made jeep of the "Gasisi" type drove out, and followed it neither far nor near.

Duan Peng, who was driving the jeep, howled like a beast with tears streaming down his face while driving. Lin Han gritted his teeth with a livid face. They all saw the tragic scene at the meeting just now. Duan Peng's howling suddenly stopped, he wiped his tears fiercely, and said darkly: "I can see clearly, those bastards on the prison car in front are the ones who did it, damn it, why don't you?" Hurt people's lives? I don't care about that, I have to kill these bastards today."

Lin Han looked very calm, and said in a low voice: "Old Duan, you can't be too impulsive. There is nothing wrong with those soldiers. They were brought up with this kind of education. This is how you fight against the enemy. Isn't it right for you to educate your soldiers? so?

I can warn you, don't hurt anyone's life, otherwise number l will not be able to spare us if you find out. I always think that your psychological quality, Duan Peng, is top-notch. Why did you lose your composure today? Don't forget you are special forces. "

Lin Han's words were very effective, Duan Peng also felt his gaffe, he wiped away his tears, calmed down and said to Lin Han: "Old Lin, you reminded me well, I lost my composure today, but I'm fine now, don't worry, I won't make a mistake."

The prison car turned a corner and slowed down suddenly. The experienced driver immediately felt that the two rear tires of the car were flat. He cursed and stopped the car, opened the door and got down to change the tire. Standing at the corner of the street, Liang Jun sneered, blew the smell of gunpowder on the muzzle of the gun, skillfully unscrewed the muffler, and inserted the pistol into the holster under his arm. car go...

At the same time, Duan Peng's jeep also stopped, and Lin Han got out of the car, walking over with his hands in his trouser pockets...

Li Yunlong, who was in a coma, felt that someone was shaking him gently, and a familiar voice next to him called softly: "No. 1, No. 1, wake up."

The scene in front of him became clearer, and he realized that it was Duan Peng and Lin Han who were supporting him. Both of them were wearing blue denim overalls, pretending to be workers. The car was driving at high speed, but it didn't seem to be the prison car just now.

Li Yunlong understood right away, and he asked coldly, "Where are the drivers and guards just now?"

Lin Han replied: "Number 1, don't worry, we didn't hurt anyone, just knocked them with a rubber stick. These guys may need to sleep a little longer. Let's put those boys in a safe place and wake up for a while." Go back by yourself."

Li Yunlong sighed: "You lawless guys did it anyway, have you ever thought about it? What you caused this time is a murderous disaster. Once exposed, the military court will sentence you to death."

Liang Jun, who was driving the car, replied: "No. 1, everyone in our business thinks that death and sleep are the same thing. Who can be fooled by a broken military court? Besides, our current identity is the 'Jinggangshan Corps'." Rebel fighters, if something happens, the Jinggangshan Corps should be responsible, so it's none of our business?"

Li Yunlong closed his eyes tiredly and said: "Take me home."

Duan Peng and Lin Han were shocked and said: "No. 1, don't go home, it's a self-inflicted trap. We have already arranged, and we will change the car in a while. This car was stolen by Liang Jun from Dongfeng Machinery Factory. We are about to throw it away. Someone will take you to the fishing boat pier. The boat is ready. You will be able to land near Huludao, Liaoning in a few days. There are arrangements for the Northeast. You can avoid the limelight first. " Li Yunlong opened his eyes and said sharply: "Who wants you to arrange these?

I repeat, now I order you to take me home, you hear me? "

The three subordinates reluctantly obeyed the order. Liang Jun dumped the stolen jeep in the woods on the outskirts. They helped Li Yunlong get into the jeep with the military license plate hidden there beforehand. Duan Peng, Lin Han and Liang Jun got out of the car. The work clothes with the words "Dongfeng Machinery Factory" printed on them were thrown into the woods and changed into military uniforms. Li Yunlong found that these guys equipped the jeep like an arsenal, with miniature submachine guns, miniature grenades, incendiary bombs and smoke bombs, as well as several imported Kevlar bulletproof vests and a "40" rocket launcher. Li Yunlong mocked: "It takes so much effort to snatch Li Yunlong? Your equipment can go to attack the armored forces."

Duan Peng said: "We have refitted this car. It looks like an ordinary 'Beijing Jeep'. In fact, bulletproof steel plates are installed around it, and the tires are also leakproof. The front windshield is bulletproof glass, and it can be put down at any time. Fire rockets head-on. No. l, we have planned this operation as much as possible, but in case something goes wrong in any link, we will go all out and do a big job, so we have to do something Get ready."

Li Yunlong smiled: "Thank God, luckily it went well, otherwise I don't know how many people would be unlucky. Didn't I tell you a long time ago that if you want to make troubles, go there and make trouble here, not here."

Liang Jun said while driving: "Number 1, why do I feel that I am so good-looking like a young wife who just passed the door?

Don't dare to do anything, be cautious, how can this be a special unit? Obviously it is 'Nanjing Road Haobalian'. Let’s just say, those brats who escorted you, you still have to use rubber sticks to clean them up? This is Lin Han's idea, isn't this taking off his pants and farting? If you want me to say, one person gives him a palm and it's over. What is Fei doing? On the 1st, think about it, if this is not allowed, then that is not allowed, then let’s change the name of our team, call it the good boy team. "

Lin Han smiled wryly and said: "No. 1, that rubber stick is for people like him, otherwise this kid could smash someone's skull with his palm. No matter what those fighters are, it's all out of ignorance. , we can't just kill people right away?"

Li Yunlong coughed violently and spit out a mouthful of blood. Duan Peng and others were in a hurry: "Number l, you have internal injuries. Let's go to the hospital first. We have a relationship with the railway hospital, so it's okay to keep it secret."

Li Yunlong panted with difficulty and said, "It's okay. A dozen or so pieces of shrapnel were shot into the stomach. Didn't they still live for so many years? Lin Han, you were right just now. Those new soldiers must listen to the party and obey their superiors." Order, there is nothing wrong with it. When I first joined the army, my mind was simpler than theirs. The problem now is that when the party also made mistakes, the party and the country made mistakes, so these young soldiers can’t be held accountable. It seems that the Liangshan unit was short of someone A political commissar with comprehensive military and political qualities, I did the right thing in temporarily pushing Lin Han up."

Liang Jun turned back and reported: "Number l, here we are. I've walked around the area a few times and observed it carefully. I'm sure there's nothing wrong. We can get off the bus."

Duan Peng used the walkie-talkie to communicate with his subordinates: "06 and 07, report your location."

"Report 0l, you are in my line of sight, about 100 meters away, waiting for instructions..."

"06 and 07, immediately seal off this area secretly. If armed military police enter, you can first give a warning and then open fire. Without my order, no armed personnel are allowed to enter this area. Let's execute it."

Duan Peng gave the order coldly.

06's surprised voice came from the intercom: "Understood, anyone who dares to enter my security circle will be shot and beaten..."

The small building where Li Yunlong lived was confiscated after he was arrested, and the door was locked tightly with a seal.

But Liang Jun couldn't help it. It took him ten seconds to open the lock with a piece of wire. Duan Peng and Lin Han helped Li Yunlong into the living room and sat on the sofa.

Li Yunlong panted and pointed to the fireplace and said, "Xiao Liang, put your hand into the fireplace and touch the upper left side of the furnace wall. There is an iron box in the recess, take it out." Liang Jun took out the iron box , Li Yunlong signaled to open it, he opened the lid of the box, lifted the cloth inside and removed several layers of oil paper, and found a pocket-sized "Browning"

The pistol lay quietly in the iron box.

Li Yunlong reached for the pistol and looked at it carefully. It was a pocket gun produced by the Belgian FN company. The gun body was 115mm long, with a caliber of 6.3mm, a weight of 375g, and a capacity of 6 rounds. Li Yunlong once showed this pistol to an engineer who studied conventional weapons. The engineer knew it at a glance and told him that this pistol was designed by Mr. Browning, a famous firearms designer in 1906, and was designed by the Belgian FN company. It was produced and became a famous gun for a while. Later, due to the good performance of this gun, many countries in Europe copied it. It is said that the sales volume has reached 4 million.

Li Yunlong silently caressed the delicate patterns on Lan Wangwang's gun body and handle. This gun can reflect the industrialization level of the manufacturing country, and the manufacturing process is extremely sophisticated. He thought of the scene when Chu Yunfei gave him this gun back then, and suddenly felt a warm feeling in his heart. This Chu Yunfei is really a character. He played with this pistol and missed its former owner. To be honest, he still likes Chu Yunfei very much. He has been with Chu Yunfei for most of his life. He is a friend at one time, and an opponent at another time. Let's fight with each other and attack each other's political parties. In the last farewell on the Huaihai battlefield, Li Yunlong gave him two machine gun shells, and he gave him a mortar shell in return. The dozen pieces of shrapnel are still there.

Come on, friends, we usually cherish each other, and each has his own master on the battlefield. First, we fight the Japanese together. I was quite happy when you ran away in 1949, otherwise I, Li Yunlong, would not be able to save you if I caught you. It is likely that I would have killed you in 1950 during the crackdown on counterrevolutionaries. Isn't this the best ending? I thought I would never have a chance to fight in this life. Think about it, we quarreled when we were regiment commanders, and fought when we were division commanders. I didn’t expect to become generals and then fight across the sea. My special forces took care of you, and you turned around and broke some of my generals. , I have been stuck with you kid for the rest of my life, you bite me, you punch me, no one takes advantage of it, how about a fight yesterday? Brother Chu, there should be an end between you and me, thank you for giving me this gun, I will take it on the road, how about it? Is this enough to save face? Dude, I'll take a step first, and when we get to Lord Hades, if we have a chance, let's continue.

Li Yunlong refused Duan Peng's help. With the pistol between his knees, he removed the pistol casing, recoil spring, buffer and magazine in sequence with his uninjured hand, and wiped each part with a cloth calmly. On the one hand, he said to Duan Peng and others: "When I first joined the Red Army, I went there with my own shuttle. The Red Army team in the movie is all gray cloth uniforms and octagonal hats. That’s nonsense. In the summer of 1927, I came here wearing only a pair of trousers on my lower body and a shirtless upper body. The kind that the rich man likes to wear in the movie, the silk gown with the word "福" or "ten thousand" printed on the black background. I have been wearing this gown for half a year. Think about it, there is a man in the marching team who wears a rich man's silk gown What are people like? But that’s how it was at the time. Don’t make fun of anyone. The army doesn’t have a quilt factory or a logistics department. Except for hunting local tyrants, everything is captured. Later, I asked my sister-in-law in the village to weave a few feet of homemade cloth and dye it with plant ash. I don’t want to be in autumn, so I made a military uniform anyway. I remember that the tailoring was terrible at the time, the crotch stretched the buttocks, and the buttocks were rubbed when walking, that’s all, it’s still a baby.” Duan Peng and others laughed.

"The first time I participated in a battle, I stabbed an enemy to death with a spear and seized an old sleeve. You have never seen this kind of gun. It was a product of the Hanyang Arsenal founded by Zhang Zhidong, a minister of the Westernization Faction in the Guangxu period of the late Qing Dynasty. The shooting accuracy is extremely high. Poor, it is easy to jam, the rifling of my old sleeve is worn out, and the bullets always go out somersaults. Later, I seized another "Zhongzheng" rifle, which was a product of the Gongxian Arsenal of the Kuomintang in Henan Province. Before the Anti-Japanese War , this kind of gun was considered the best rifle at that time, and it was only equipped with the Central Army. In fact, it only had five rounds of ammunition. It was single-shot, manually ejected, and its range and accuracy were not as good as Japan's "38 big covers". Use a German-made shell pistol, its official name is the Mauser 'M1932' pistol, with a caliber of 7.63mm, a bullet capacity of 20 rounds, and an effective range of 100 meters. This kind of gun is suitable for close combat. Turning the head of the repeater, it can support a small submachine gun, which was a good gun at the time. Later, it became boring. The more the officer got bigger, the gun became smaller and smaller, and there was no chance to charge..."

Li Yunlong reassembled the pistol clumsily, and put the bullet into the chamber. He stroked the blue gun body carefully, and the handle of the gun gradually warmed up in his palm, as if it had spirituality.

He said to himself, "I've been playing with guns all my life, and this little thing is all that's left. It's not really a gun, it's just a woman's toy."

Duan Peng and the other three stood at attention and watched Li Yunlong. They couldn't figure out what the commander was going to do.

Time was passing by penny by penny, and they were all veterans. They knew very well that the longer they were here, the greater the danger, but none of them spoke. Standing there fearfully.

Li Yunlong raised his head and looked the three of them up and down carefully, as if he was bidding farewell to the three loyal subordinates with his eyes full of love and appreciation. Duan Peng's heart trembled suddenly, and he understood everything in his heart, because he saw the farewell in the commander's eyes, his tears flowed down his cheeks and fell on his chest, and he couldn't help shouting: "Commander, I Commander, please come with us, we beg you, please..."

Li Yunlong ordered coldly: "Now I order you to return to the team immediately, do you hear me clearly? I never say it a second time, let me go right away." Duan Peng.

"No, we will never leave. If you are willing to shoot, you can shoot." Duan Peng refused the commander's order for the first time, and his attitude was very tough.

Liang Jun took a step forward and said with a sullen face, "Commander, you should know that this little thing is useless to us. We can hand over your gun. We have the ability to take you away by force."

Li Yunlong sneered and said: "Hey, your wings are really hard, dare to hand over my gun..." The voice fell silent, and the bullet flew past Liang Jun's scalp.

Liang Jun didn't change his face, and said without moving: "Commander, this is useless. If this little thing can scare us, then the special team you formed by yourself is too useless."

Li Yunlong shook his head helplessly, and his tone softened a bit: "Listen well, a soldier can be beheaded by the enemy in hand-to-hand combat, but he must never be insulted. A soldier can die, but he must not lose his dignity. What do you think?" Hiding me and lingering for a few years, I think that even if it is out of good intentions, it is an insult to me, Li Yunlong, and makes me live like a walking dead. In doing so, I can only think that whoever has a deep hatred with Li, It's definitely not a good intention. Do you understand? A man comes and goes naked, he wants to live like a man, and he has to die like a man. Why do you want me to learn to be a shrinking turtle? My reputation has been ruined for the rest of my life?"

Duan Peng, Lin Han, and Liang Jun finally understood that Li Yunlong's determination had been made, and there was no possibility of redemption. The three couldn't help but feel great grief. For the first time, these hard-hearted men bent their knees that had never been bent before. Kneeling down in front of the army commander, the man has gold under his knees. They want to use this oldest Chinese etiquette to bid farewell to the general they respect the most and who has shown them the grace of knowing them. These three strong men burst into tears, I couldn't say a word for a long time.

Li Yunlong closed his eyes wearily and said: "Okay, let's go, remember! We must keep this special unit, and don't let the colleagues on the other side of the strait see the joke, please!"

Duan Peng and the other three wiped away their tears, stood at attention, gave a standard military salute to the commander, and walked out of the gate with tears in their eyes...

Li Yunlong walked upstairs slowly while holding on to the handrail of the stairs, and dragged out a purple-red cloth-covered box from the closet in the bedroom. He opened the box. This was the general uniform issued by the People's Liberation Army in 1955 when it was commissioned. Many countries in the socialist camp helped. Some countries provided materials, and some countries were responsible for processing small items such as epaulets and buttons. The calfskin boots that match the dress are high-waisted elastic tops. The boots of general officers and field officers are slightly different. The boots of general officers are flat and pointed, and the lines are very smooth. The degree of formalization and strict hierarchy vary.

Li Yunlong took off his blood-stained old military uniform with great difficulty, and slowly put on this outdated general uniform. He thought of the past when he, Ding Wei and others thought the rank of major general was too low and deliberately caused trouble when he was awarded the rank. chuckled. I was still young then. After the dress was put on, he took out three golden medals from the small pocket in the lining of the suitcase. He looked at the three medals carefully, feeling warm in his heart. The second-class August 1st Medal with the August 1st Red Star pattern is awarded to regimental commanders who served in the ten-year Agrarian Revolutionary War. The second-class independent freedom medal with the pattern of Yan'an Pagoda Mountain is awarded to the commanders of the Eighth Route Army and the New Fourth Army during the Anti-Japanese War. The first-class Liberation Medal with the Tiananmen pattern is awarded to commanders above the military level in the Liberation War. These three medals are extremely exquisite from design to casting. They are plated with pure gold and are very dazzling under the light. These three medals condense the history of this army that has gradually grown stronger from the bloody struggle in the barren ravine. It also condenses Li Yunlong's personal history and records of countless battles.

He pinned the medal on the right chest of the dress, put on a large-brimmed military cap decorated with a golden cap, and looked at the full-length mirror. A majestic general, with a golden and iron horse, the spirit of swallowing thousands of miles like a tiger, on the yellow hard shoulder strap, the golden general star is shining under the light...

He came down from the stairs while holding the handrail of the stairs, slowly sat down on the sofa, picked up the phone and called Ma Tiansheng's office: "I'm Li Yunlong, and I'm at my house now... what's so strange about this, I know you're hunting around Me, why didn’t I think of coming to my house to have a look? You probably only care about casting nets at the station pier? It seems that your brain is not very flexible. To be honest, I am really worried that this army will be handed over to you. Okay Come on, come on, let's have a good talk, after all, work together. Remember! Only you are allowed to enter my gate, soldiers with guns are not allowed to enter, I have a gun in my hand, you are born to want If you have a conscience, you shouldn’t let young soldiers make unnecessary sacrifices. Well, come on, I’ll wait for you.” He hung up the phone, and sat on the sofa facing the door, with his back straight and his knees slightly Separated, the broken left arm naturally hangs on the left leg, and he closes his eyes.

What should be said has been said, what should be done has been done, and it is time to go. As a general, he didn't like this kind of fate. He remembered a famous foreign general who said: The best fate for a soldier is to be hit by the last bullet in the last battle. Li Yunlong agrees with this point of view and appreciates this method of death. Unfortunately, life did not give him such a chance.

He looked around the familiar living room, where he and his wife lived together for more than ten years, the air in the living room seemed to still have Tian Yu's unique fragrance, and the sofa seemed to still have Tian Yu's body temperature, he felt An unprecedented warmth, the Huaihai battlefield, the small field hospital, and the beautiful girl in the white nurse's uniform appeared in front of my eyes. He couldn't forget the last words his wife said when they broke up with him: Yunlong, you are the dragon, and I am the cloud, and the dragon and the cloud are inseparable. He imagined that a black dragon with golden scales flashing all over his body was dancing in the clouds, the dragon in the clouds. He couldn't help but smiled slightly. His wife praised him too much, but he was quite relieved that his wife valued him so much. Alas, if a person can live again, he will probably live it more carefully, enjoy it more, enjoy more joy and have less regret than the first time. Alas, the biggest regret in this life is that I didn't study hard and lived in a muddleheaded way. He remembered that Zhao Gang had persuaded him many times, and sent him a handwritten banner: Qianqiu Miao, leave me alone, and study again after returning from a hundred battles. It is said that this was written by Zeng Guofan to his younger brother Zeng Guoquan. Zhao Gang hated this old comrade who was not good at studying, but Li Yunlong, who liked to call himself a big boss, was very disapproving.

Thinking of this, Li Yunlong smiled lightly. Everyone looks back on his life, who can have no regrets? If he hadn't joined the Red Army back then, Li Yunlong would have been guarding the two acres of thin land at home, wouldn't he be digging food in the soil with his head turned upside down? Maybe he will never step out of the Dabie Mountains until he dies. At that time, he didn't know that he lived on a round earth, and thought that the earth was flat like a chopping board for kneading dough, and the distant provincial capital was the center of the earth. . As silly as it can be. The first time he saw a plane was the anti-encirclement campaign, the old-fashioned biplane of the Kuomintang. During the dive and strafing of the plane, he stood there stupidly and asked, "Squad leader, why is there someone on this big bird?"

Now looking back on the past, he suddenly realized that he had only encountered educated people in his life. Without these educated people, he might not be so stupid. The first cultural person he met was Zhu Yucheng, the battalion instructor when he was the battalion commander. Li Yunlong stayed with him for a short time, and Zhu Yucheng died. Li Yunlong clearly remembers that he slipped down the mountain stream and sacrificed himself while crossing Jiajin Mountain. The weather was fine that day, and the colors that came into view were also very gorgeous. The blue sky, the white snow-capped mountains, the Red Army troops all over the mountains, and the female soldiers of the propaganda team stood in the knee-deep snow and played allegro to boost their morale. At the foot of the mountain, the red flag rolled up, and Zhu Yucheng recited a few ancient poems casually beside Li Yunlong, which Li Yunlong still remembers vividly: the snow fell down the gate at dusk, the red flag was frozen by the wind, and the east gate of Luntai sent you away. At this time, the Tianshan Road was covered with snow.

Zhu Yucheng lost his voice, slipped under his feet, and fell into the deep stream like a kite with a broken thread... Alas, it is not easy to take down this country. How many people died? If this Zhu Yucheng can survive, in 1955 At least award a lieutenant general. He also came from the depths of the Dabie Mountains. Dabie Mountains, when the jute riots started, hundreds of thousands of Dabie Mountain children joined the Red Army, how many are there now? Awarded in 1955, there were 293 generals from the Dabie Mountains. These survivors became generals, but who can forget the hundreds of thousands of Dabie Mountain children who fell on the battlefield? Fallen leaves return to their roots, it's time to go back.

Forty years away from his hometown, everything in his hometown seems like yesterday. From a distance, he seems to see the black and purple main peak of Dabie Mountain, King Kong Terrace, outlined in a steep silhouette against the blue sky and white clouds. And the rough outline, the mountains and fields of the hometown gradually filled with blue mist, the tall pines, cypresses, poplars, and chestnuts stabbed their branches to the sky, and the villages, temples, waterwheels, and passes were all shrouded in illusory mist... …Returning the soul to the homeland should be the most beautiful end of life. High officials, rich salary, and even a vigorous career are not as warm as the gift of nature. Returning his soul to his homeland was his dream in his later years. Hundreds of thousands of Dabie Mountain children have gone back, so of course he has to go back, that is his hometown. How many times, he looked for his hometown in the "Dictionary of Ancient Chinese Place Names"... The North Ridge between Hubei and Henan is called the Dabie Mountains.

It is a big watershed between the Jianghuai River and the Huaihe River. That is, Zhou Qin Zhiming. Today, more than 70 miles of mountain passages have been dug. The Pinghan Railway passes through it.

It starts from Yingshan County, Hubei Province in the west. From Shangcheng in Henan in the east, from Luotian to Huoque in Anhui, between the counties of Huoshan. In the old days, there was a thirteenth pass on the pass...Since ancient times, the Civil War has always been a serious danger.

The sea is flowing and the flesh and blood are flying, which shows the true qualities of a hero. In the Wanyuan defense battle, the enemy army used ninety regiments on the ground less than 30 miles away, ten times the number of the Red Army. Who can remember that time? How many times have you fought? How many people are sacrificed every day? He is one of the few survivors. But in front of my eyes, everything was silent and gone. The soul-stirring gunshots, the heart-piercing shouts, the grief-stricken cursing and groans, the broken limbs and heads scattered all over the field, the battered and battered army flag still fluttering in the wind; all were silent and passed away. gone, without a trace, like a dream...

Li Yunlong opened his eyes, he heard the brakes of the car and the heavy and disorderly footsteps, he picked up the pistol from the coffee table. It was found that several soldiers with submachine guns were leaning out cautiously outside the gate. "Ba..." Li Yunlong's gun rang out, and the bullet passed a soldier's left ear, and the soldiers immediately dodged on both sides of the gate. Li Yunlong sternly shouted: "Ma Tiansheng, you can come in. As I said, don't let the soldiers in. Be careful that my gun goes off."

Ma Tiansheng's voice came from outside the door: "You all retreat outside the yard, and you are not allowed to enter without my order.

Li Yunlong, I'm coming in. "Ma Tiansheng walked into the living room without fear.

Li Yunlong smiled with satisfaction: "Ma Tiansheng, if you dare to walk in under my gun, you are still a man, sit down."

Ma Tiansheng sat down on the sofa facing Li Yunlong, and replied calmly: "Thanks for the compliment, this is the first time you Li Yunlong praised me. But I am not honored. You should know that a Communist Party member is not afraid of death." .”

Li Yunlong frowned, and said impatiently: "Here again, I said Ma Tiansheng, why do you look like an actor? Just a few lines over and over again? You and I have worked together, and now I am leaving, can you Can't you not say those clichés?"

"This is the difference between you and me. Because your political views are diametrically opposed to each other, you are still confronting Chairman Mao's revolutionary line. How can you understand the language of a real revolutionary? Li Yunlong, you have gone too far. Far away, I advise you to put down that gun, there is a way out."

Li Yunlong sneered and said: "Soldiers don't have the habit of handing over their weapons, unless he is dead. When it comes to the way out, you are wrong. I never planned to leave a way out for myself, so you didn't say what you said. I'm looking for you I’m not here to argue with you about these theories, because I’ve never made it clear in my life, and you’re no better than me, even though you’re more educated than me. I just want to tell you that my life, Li Yunlong, doesn’t like Listening to other people's orders, no one can do it, the Japanese devils and the Kuomintang, and the current Central Cultural Revolution. My life is at my own mercy, and I have the right to choose my own way of death. My life, Li Yunlong, is worthless, but It can't be easily taken away by others. I have to do it myself. Do you know the most dignified way for a soldier to die? Hanging? Taking poison? Neither.

That's how ordinary people die. Let me tell you that the way soldiers should die is by bullets. You see, I point the muzzle to my temple, and when I pull the trigger, the bullet will come out of my other temple, and the bullet will spray out my blood and brains, and then you will see, I Li Yunlong's blood was hot, scalding hot, and steaming. My brain was white, like tofu that hadn't been stewed well, and I was confused because I didn't understand too many things in my life. After the bullet passed through my temple, it should go into the wall over there. The wall is gray and will not ricochet. If you want to keep it as a souvenir, just dig out the bullet and I will give it to you. If you are not rare, just leave it in the wall, and whoever gets it in the future will be a fate with me. Zhao, also, this warhead may be deformed, because my skull is relatively hard...

..." Li Yunlong raised the pistol with his right hand and pressed the muzzle against his right temple.

Ma Tiansheng's face suddenly became like a blank sheet of paper, and he shouted: "Li Yunlong, don't shoot..."

He swooped desperately to grab the gun.

"Bah!" A bullet hit the floor in front of Ma Tiansheng's feet, only an inch away from his toes. Ma Tiansheng froze, and he shouted desperately: "Old Li, don't be impulsive, our relationship Now that it is like this, it may be that I have done too much in some aspects, let's talk about it..."

Li Yunlong glanced at him contemptuously, as if he was too lazy to speak, his index finger suddenly pulled the trigger...