After the liberation of Jinan, Liu Bocheng and **** led a large army to cross the Yellow River, advanced thousands of miles into the Dabie Mountains, directly threatening Nanjing and Wuhan, the ruling centers of the national government; Chen Yi and Su Yu's East China Field Army advanced into Henan, Anhui and Jiangsu; Chen Geng and Xie Fuzhi's army advanced into western Henan.

The three armies supported each other and formed a "product"-shaped strategic situation in the vast area between the Yellow River and the Yangtze River, which restrained more than half of the National Revolutionary Army's troops on the southern front, making the Central Plains region from the important rear of the National Revolutionary Army's attack on the CCP's Liberation Area into a forward base for the PLA to win national victory.

Cheng Mingxuan went south in the smoke and war between the Communist Party of China. There were slogans "Down with Chiang Kai-shek and liberate the whole of China" everywhere along the way. This new young man who was full of ambitions and worked hard to save the national industry no longer had so much thought to care about national affairs, and "live" and "going home" filled all his desires!

There is nothing more tragic than the one I love most, my warmest home, which is separated by the war.

In the past three months, Cheng Mingxuan has been helpless in adapting to this kind of exile life, and with his talent, he has gradually found the "law of survival" in this kind of exile. That is, even if he begs along the street, he needs to wisely analyze the mood and mood of the disposal person opposite the institute, learn to distinguish people, look at things, and follow certain rules. For example, don't think that a big family can ask for a bowl of dry rice in front of him. After all, it is common for those who are rich and unkind to be rejected these days. What's more, they will even let their guard dogs enjoy a meal of "bamboo meat". On the contrary, some small households can get a bowl of clear soup noodles!

No wonder Mr. Du Fu, a poet of the Tang Dynasty, had a poem that said, "The wine and meat in the rich are smelly, and there are bones that are frozen to death on the road."

So, first of all, my grandfather Cheng Jizhou was rich in wealth in the early years and did not forget to help the neighbors and retail investors in the wharf. It was indeed a rare act of goodness!

In the evening, Cheng Mingxuan finally arrived in a town. He leaned against a stone pier and sat down. He took out a cornmeal steamed bun from his arms, and ate and rested.

When I saw an old farmer passing by, I walked forward and asked for directions, "Old man, what kind of territory is this?"

The old man said in a strong Shandong accent, "Linyi!"

"So, after passing this county town, it will be Jiangsu Province!" Cheng Mingxuan touched the dry corn shreds on his mouth, swept them all into his mouth, and shouted in surprise.

"Well, no! Don't go south anymore. A group of troops passed by here early this morning. I heard that old soldiers gathered in Suqian and were about to open fire! When fighting, guns and cannons were blind."

"Want to fight ahead?" Cheng Mingxuan frowned.

The old man said in a nagging manner, crying as he said, "Hey, I heard that the National Democratic Party has suffered another defeat and is catching strong men everywhere to serve in the army. Two days ago, my two sons were dragged away by them... I don't know if I can come back alive!"

Hearing the old man's words, Cheng Mingxuan immediately fell into sadness. He didn't bother to sadden his two sons who were uncertain about their lives and death. He just murmured, "What? Are they going to fight Suqian?"

"Well, I heard from others, and I might have to go south. Some people say that this time the People's Liberation Army will go directly to Jiang Jieshi's Nanjing nest!"
Chapter completed!