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Chapter 3 Battlefield Star 38 Armistice

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    Warning: Although it can be opened now, careful book lovers will find that there is still no trace of this book on the web page.  In other words, there is still debate as to whether it is really solved, so everyone must be mentally prepared.  Also: I happened to be sick during the few days of the lockdown, and I don¡¯t know what the fate of this book will be, so I¡¯m sorry that I didn¡¯t write and save it during that time. Please forgive me.  ***************************************************  ********************* ¡°Bang¡ª¡ª¡± A clear gunshot echoed in the mountains.  "How is it?" Putting down the gun in his hand, Mr. Peng turned to ask Hong Xuezhi beside him.  Hong Xuezhi smiled and said, "I missed the target and ran away." "Huh?" Mr. Peng hurriedly put his eyes in front of the scope.  Sure enough, the pheasant that was trapped in the center of the "crosshair" just now has disappeared.  It is now the end of July, and in one week it will be Army Day.  The "Battle of Jincheng" on the front line is progressing quite smoothly and has entered the finishing stage.  The victory on the front line also promoted our smooth progress at the negotiation table. Like the front line, it is now the final stage of attack.  So while he was in a good mood, Hong Xuezhi took Mr. Peng and several deputy commanders to the nearby mountains to hunt with the newly issued sniper rifles.  As for Zhang Zhenhua next to him, they had temporarily captured him as a young man.  Mr. Peng put down the gun childishly, "No more shooting! It's better for me to aim directly with my eyes than with this damn sight." Zhang Zhenhua on the side secretly curled his lips and muttered in a low voice, "Don't say that my marksmanship is not good." "  Boy, what are you muttering about?" Mr. Peng yelled.  "It's nothing. I mean you've stopped shooting, so it's inevitable that you'll be handicapped occasionally. Besides, we used to use ordinary mechanical sights, but now that we have a scope, it's understandable that we don't get used to it for a while." Peng  The president snorted, with a smile on his face, "You kid, stop saying such nice things. Come, let's talk about your views on the situation." Zhang Zhenhua was stunned, "Mr. Peng, this shouldn't be you guys.  Is it about the boss¡¯s research?¡± Mr. Peng waved his hand and said, ¡°Just say it.¡± ¡°Yes!¡± Zhang Zhenhua stood at attention and said, ¡°I think it¡¯s enough for this battle.  Both the Americans and Syngman Rhee suffered a lot. I am afraid there will never be another battle like this where they not only lost their capital but also failed to make any money back. The next step should be real negotiations.  Signed. Speaking of which, we should worry more about Lao Jin. "Oh?" Deng Hua put down the gun in his hand, "Why do you say that?" Zhang Zhenhua shook his head.  ? There is still concern for the country and the people, but I always feel like a feudal emperor. Although he and we are both members of the red camp, I always feel that this person has a very serious family mentality.  He has the same name, he really thinks of himself as the sun, and everyone in the country revolves around him." After a moment of silence, Hong Xuezhi asked: "Besides, subordinates obey their superiors and the masses support them.  It is normal to love a leader. "Zhang Zhenhua sighed: "Supporting and admiring others are two different things. 'Being respectful to others' is the style of the feudal era. Of course, respecting leaders and elders is a matter of politeness.  But it doesn¡¯t mean that leaders and elders can avoid talking about their mistakes, and write about their merits and strengths, even to the extent of talking nonsense.¡± Zhang Zhenhua suddenly smiled, ¡°Speaking of this, I will.  I remember a story. Do you want to hear it, leaders? "Mr. Peng said: "What story? Tell me." Zhang Zhenhua said: "I remember when I first came back from the Soviet Union, I heard Mr. Shu talk about storytelling.  What was he talking about? He said "The Battle of One Hundred Regiments" "Oh? And this book?" Mr. Peng was curious, "What did the storyteller say?" Zhang Zhenhua coughed.  He learned the lesson well: "Speaking of Commander-in-Chief Zhu, he was sitting in the Chinese army's treasure account that day. Suddenly I heard Tan Ma Lanqi come in and say: 'Report! Report to the Commander-in-Chief. There is now a large group of Japanese troops approaching us.  I hope the commander will make a decision quickly. "We'll investigate again and report again." After the scouts left, the commander pointed his finger at the outside of the account and yelled, "Bold Japanese invaders!"  You dare to invade my land and kill my people. How can I forgive you today? 'At this time, a general appeared on the left.  With a face as dark as a pot, it was none other than Deputy Commander Peng. He stepped in and saluted, saying: "Commander-in-Chief, please calm down the anger of the thunder and slow down the power of the tiger and wolf."  Please give the last general a sentry, and he will surely kill all the enemies in the future without leaving a single piece of armor behind.  ' When Commander-in-Chief Zhu heard this, he quickly pulled out an arrow from the commander's case and said, 'I order you toLeading two thousand sharpshooters to face the incoming enemy, they had to make mistakes.  ¡¯ The deputy commander took the order arrow in his hand and walked out of the tent. A stable boy took his mount.  But when he saw Deputy Commander Peng turning on his saddle and riding on his horse, he came to the front of the two armies' formation and shouted loudly: 'Hey!  Do the Japanese invaders on the opposite side dare to compete with me, Peng Mou?  ¡¯ After saying that, he raised his arms and raised a machine gun in each hand, ¡®Suddenly¡­.  ¡¯¡± ¡°Ha¡­¡± The people around him had already bent down with laughter at this time. Hong Xuezhi even sat on the ground, covering his stomach with his hands, and said while breathing heavily: ¡°Mr. Peng.  I didn't expect you to have this ability.  " Mr. Peng pointed his finger at Zhang Zhenhua and cursed with a smile: "You idiot!  He actually made up such a thing.  So that everyone can laugh at me.  "A guard smiled and said: "Mr. Peng, you are wronging Comrade Xiao Zhang.  I've heard of this kind of stuff too, but it's not as interesting as what Xiao Zhang said.  " Zhang Zhenhua said: "Actually, this is not surprising.  Those artists basically don't have much education, and they know very few words. They can only rely on rote memorization to learn things from their masters. I don't care whether it is reasonable or not.  This is especially true for ordinary people.  Before liberation, the illiteracy rate in China accounted for more than 90%.  The knowledge these uneducated people learned was basically learned from listening to books and watching plays.  Just like this, one mistake on stage will lead to a lot of mistakes off stage.  " Mr. Peng muttered: "What you mean is that Comrade Jin RC may be the storyteller in the future.  " Zhang Zhenhua nodded, "This possibility cannot be ruled out.  "Hong Xuezhi said: "You also said it is possible, which means it is not necessarily true, right?  Forget it, don¡¯t talk about this.  By the way, the country recently issued an order asking us to discuss the design of new military uniforms.  I see you've got some free time over there too.  It just so happens that when the negotiations are over, you will return to China to participate in this project.  "    "ah?  Zhang Zhenhua scratched his head, "It's also my job to design military uniforms, right?"  " Hong Xuezhi said: "Of course.  I remember the backpack you designed very well.  Okay, that's settled.  "    "oh.  After agreeing, Zhang Zhenhua thought hard and said, "I remember you said before that backpacks were not very popular, right?"  " Seoul, inside the Blue House Presidential Palace. Clark, the commander-in-chief of the coalition forces, looked at the dejected Syngman Rhee in front of him and comforted him: "President Lee, don't be too depressed.  It is not easy to achieve the current results.  " Syngman Rhee said with a cry: "But my Capital Division, my White Tiger Regiment, and my  "    "enough!  Clark stood up suddenly, "President Li, if you weren't greedy and always wanted to get some benefits, then we would have signed an armistice agreement by now, and those troops you mentioned would probably still be yours."  However, the facts are before our eyes and there is no way to change them.  So, please face reality, Mr. Li.  " Rhee looked up at Clark pitifully, "Commander Clark, can't we really save something more?  " Being looked at by this seventy-year-old man with tearful eyes, Clark felt uncomfortable all over, so he simply turned away and said, "It's impossible.  Washington has called, and anti-war voices, both international and domestic, are getting louder and louder.  We can no longer let our soldiers die in this remote place.  What's more, the attitude of the other party is no longer as tough as it was at the beginning. The conditions between the two parties have basically been negotiated, and the only thing left is to sign.  " Hearing that his last glimmer of hope had come to nothing, Syngman Rhee lamented, "My great cause of reunification¡ª¡ª!  "On July 27, 1953, the "Korean Armistice Agreement" was signed at Panmunjeom. "Gone are the days when Western invaders could occupy a country by setting up a few cannons on a coast in the East for hundreds of years!  "Mr. Peng sent out this cry to the whole world at the signing ceremony. For a time, almost all Chinese people around the world were excited about it. In Hong Kong, in Macau, in Indonesia, and in Singapore. These places where the Chinese focused their attention, they ignited  Firecrackers were lit, dragon and lion dances were played, to celebrate that their motherland could compete with the world's leading powers in North Korea and finally won. Not to mention the domestic citizens, all the citizens poured into the streets to celebrate this victory.  In Juxiang Bookstore, Chairman Mao listened to the cheers outside, turned around and asked: "Mr. Zhu, Enlai, is this considered a victory for us?  " Premier Zhou smiled and said: "We are invincible, and the Americans are invincible!  "    "well said!  "Commander-in-Chief Zhu slapped his thigh and said, "With our current situation, it is quite difficult to achieve the results we have today!"  "    "yes!  "Chairman Mao took a deep drag on his cigarette and said, "Next, we will focus on construction.  "As he said that, he looked at the sky outside with deep eyes."The old China that was left in poverty by Chiang Kai-shek, plus the debt it owes to the Soviets, I don't know when it will be repaid!" In a military hospital in Shenyang, a young patient with a thick gauze wrapped around his head  At this time, he was lying quietly in the single ward.  His eyes were closed, an oxygen tube was inserted into his nose, and glucose was injected into his arm.  Outside the door, Mr. Peng, who had attended the signing ceremony, stood outside the door and looked at him anxiously. He turned to ask the dean beside him, "Is there no sign of the patient waking up yet?" The dean shook his head, "Not yet. Although we  The shrapnel in his head has been removed, but he is still in a coma. "How long do you think it will take?" The dean frowned, "It's hard to estimate whether he will wake up tomorrow."  , maybe just fell asleep like this."
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