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Chapter 3 Battlefield Star 26 Taking the wrong bus

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    At the residence of the Chinese negotiators in Kaicheng, Director Du Ping saw Zhang Zhenhua with a sad look on his face, and asked curiously: "Xiao Zhang, I see you look worried, is there something difficult about you?" Zhang Zhenhua nodded,  "Director Du, will those comrades who were released back be subject to scrutiny?" Seeing Du Ping's silence, Zhang Zhenhua smiled bitterly, "That means they will. It seems that those Taiwanese spies were right on this point."  "Xiao Zhang!" Du Pingwen reprimanded: "No nonsense!" Then his tone softened, "The necessary procedures still need to be followed." Zhang Zhenhua turned away, "How long will this last? One month, two  Months? Or a year, a few years, or even a few decades? Director, our soldiers have been wronged, can you not rub salt into their wounds?" Zhang Zhenhua's voice was choked up.  .  Du Ping patted him on the shoulder, "I understand everything you said. I will tell Mr. Peng and inform the people below to have a better attitude. If that doesn't work, we can also ask the central government for instructions from Chairman Mao to issue orders."  Zhang Zhenhua raised his face and smiled bitterly again: "I'm afraid that there are policies at the top and countermeasures at the bottom. No matter how bright the sun is, there will be places where it can't shine." Du Ping sighed: "Xiao Zhang, I admit that some of our policies  It is indeed a bit unkind, and sometimes it is indeed overdone, but you must also consider that there is no way to do it. Our party and our army have been at a disadvantage since the beginning of our establishment, from Chiang Kai-shek to the little devils.  Today's American devils are much richer than we are. In the past, there were many captured people who rebelled against the enemy because of the enemy's money, beautiful women, high-ranking officials, and torture. These people caused great harm to our revolutionary cause.  "We have to prevent losses!" Zhang Zhenhua nodded, "I understand what you said. No matter whether we are still fighting before or now, the day will come when the war will end and we will start to build peace.  Period. If we continue to do what we did before, it will be unreasonable. Sometimes I also believe that people¡¯s hearts change people¡¯s hearts. Now that we can even convert foreigners, I don¡¯t believe that we can¡¯t convert a few traitors. We can wait until they commit crimes.  Why do you have to be so arrogant?" Du Ping smiled, "Okay, when you become an official, I will hand over these people to you." "You are telling the truth?  Ping laughed and said, "Take the time to take a rest. We have to rush after dark." "Pushing after dark?" Zhang Zhenhua was a little surprised.  Du Ping said: "There is no way. The American planes are still circling behind us. In order to ensure safety, we can only rush at night." "Oh." It was getting dark, and Du Ping ordered people to sleep.  Zhengxiang's Zhang Zhenhua pulled up and got on the train with the replaced soldiers.  Amidst the squeaking sound of the train, Zhang Zhenhua fell asleep again.  After an unknown amount of time, the train stopped.  Zhang Zhenhua raised his head in confusion, "What, are you at the station?" A soldier said: "It seems that the railway bridge in front was blown up." Not long after, a leading cadre came over and said: "Comrades,  The bridge in front is seriously damaged. Everyone, please get off the bus. There is a material transfer station not far away, where you can take a bus back. "Zhang Zhenhua was woken up by the soldiers around him and marched with the large army on the starry night.  The night in early spring was still very cold, and Zhang Zhenhua felt much more energetic when the cold wind blew.  Looking around, I could only see the marching team and the dark mountains in the distance.  In addition to the footsteps of the soldiers, only the whistles of the mountain wind could be heard.  Zhang Zhenhua smacked his lips and said, "The situation is not good." A soldier next to him asked: "What is not good?" Zhang Zhenhua said: "As the storyteller said, 'This road is rugged but has hazy  At night, there are mountains all around. There is a yellow sand hill and a dense pine forest in front of me. There is only a sound of arrows in the ear, and a bang of a gong is crispy. But it turns out there is a thief ahead.  '" "Coax." The surrounding soldiers burst into laughter.  A cadre came over and asked in a low voice: "Who told you to laugh?! Keep quiet." The soldiers stuck out their tongues and stopped talking.  This is Zhang Zhenhua¡¯s first long-distance field march, and he was able to keep up with the team at first.  But as time went on, I started to be unable to keep up.  At this moment, an order came from the front: "The transfer station is not far away, everyone runs forward." After hearing the order, the soldiers immediately started running.  "Oh my God!" Zhang Zhenhua wailed in his heart and could only follow the crowd and run forward.  I don¡¯t know how much time passed, but when Zhang Zhenhua was running out of breath and his legs were about to lose consciousness, he finally heard the voice like a fairy voice, "We are here." The so-called transfer station is aIn a small mountain village, supplies and vehicles are hidden in several caves around the village.  Because there were so many people coming, the cadres here could only put them on trucks in batches and transport them to the rear.  But these are not things that Zhang Zhenhua should worry about. At this time, tired and hungry, he has fallen on the warm fire bed and went to meet Duke Zhou.  Commander Gao of the 1st Prisoner of War Regiment found Wang Yanggong, director of the management office, "Director Wang, Zhang Zhenhua has been gone for almost two weeks, why hasn't he come back? Many people are looking for him." Wang Yanggong frowned, "  Maybe it¡¯s not easy to walk on the road? You also know that although the war is temporarily suspended, the Americans are still destroying our transportation lines. In this case, I will ask your superiors and let them help you look for it.¡±  Zhang Zhenhua in the movie was awakened by hunger. He half-closed his eyes and dragged his sore legs to the canteen to get some food.  Before he could take two bites, he heard someone shouting outside: "Is anyone going to? The last bus of the day is about to leave!" Zhang Zhenhua, who had just woken up not long ago, didn't hear what the person said clearly.  He quickly stood up and ran outside quickly.  In the parking lot, five trucks were lined up, and a volunteer soldier was shouting next to the truck.  Zhang Zhenhua shouted, "I'll go, I'll go!" He climbed onto the back compartment of the last truck.  In the carriage, except for five soldiers sitting on both sides, the rest were large and small ammunition boxes.  Zhang Zhenhua didn't care. After nodding hello to those people, he continued eating.  After a while, the car body shook and started to move forward.  In the carriage, an older soldier looked at Zhang Zhenhua and said with a smile: "Comrade, your clothes don't look like those of an ordinary soldier, right? Are you from the rear?" Zhang Zhenhua nodded, "I'll start with  Logistics, and later worked in Bitong Prisoner of War Camp. "Really? Are the prisoners there still honest?" asked another soldier.  Zhang Zhenhua smiled and said, "Honestly? How can I put it? According to the British prisoners, they are like a group of rich young men from nouveau riche. They are arrogant when they are rich, but once they have no money and are beaten up, they will immediately  He became more obedient. However, the young master¡¯s temper still cannot be changed.¡± Another soldier asked, ¡°Have you seen the black prisoners? I heard they look scary.¡± Zhang Zhenhua said, ¡°They are not that scary.  Just get used to it. In fact, there were black people in our country as early as the Tang Dynasty more than a thousand years ago, and even earlier in the Han Dynasty. At that time, black people were sold to China as slaves.  Call them 'Kunlun Slaves'. Later, in the Ming and Qing Dynasties, because of the closed-door policy, the Chinese people felt that they were terrible." "Little comrade, you know so much." Zhang Zhenhua said modestly.  It¡¯s nothing. Speaking of which, the Chinese people have suffered in the past few hundred years because of their lack of knowledge. I remember when trains first arrived in China, many people said that building railways would ruin women¡¯s feng shui.  Foot-binding cloths and black dog blood were placed in front of the battle line, thinking that they could make the foreigners retreat, not to mention those who danced on the battlefield and said that drinking talisman water would make them invulnerable, but the result was that they were not killed by a bullet.  "The older soldier smiled bitterly and said: "Who said it wasn't the case? There were these people in my hometown before, but when the gun was fired, those people ran faster than anyone else." "We also had this kind of people in our hometown, remember.  When I was a kid" The truck was speeding along the mountain road with everyone talking and laughing.  "What? He hasn't gone back yet?" Hong Xuezhi was a little surprised when he received the call from Wang Yanggong, "Where did this kid go? So, let me ask Director Du for you." "Old Hong, what happened?  ?" Mr. Peng raised his head and asked.  Hong Xuezhi said: "How many days has it been since Zhang Zhenhua came back from Geoje Island? Why hasn't he gone back? Well, the prisoner of war camp has called to ask." "Is something going wrong?" Gao Jiang felt nervous.  , asked worriedly.  "Is there such a thing?" Mr. Peng frowned, "I heard Lao Du say that he was among the first ones to come back, so he should have arrived early. Go and ask the soldiers who came back with him, have you seen him?  "Three days later, another call came, and Hong Xuezhi picked up the phone, "Hey, this is Hong Xuezhi. What? Why is he already up there?" Hong Xuezhi put down the phone and couldn't laugh or cry.  Authentic: "The kid has been found." Gao Jiang immediately pricked up his ears, and Mr. Peng asked, "Where did he go?" Hong Xuezhi shook his head, "You can't even guess that that kid Zhang Zhenhua actually ran to the front line.  "Ah?" "The 39th Army Front Committee called just now. The guy got on the wrong bus and went to Shuoning. The people there thought he was an enemy propagandist, so they sent him to the camp."    "What a nonsense!" Mr. Peng shouted, "What do those cadres do for food! This can be a mistake! Bring them back to me immediately!" "But I heard from the soldiers on the front line, where Zhang Zhenhua was doing  It¡¯s pretty good. The US military on the other side has become much more honest recently.¡±
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