In the early morning, the bright sunshine shone on the earth, and the Longyan Cave area was in a mess after the fierce battle. Nearby villagers came out of their homes and hiding places in droves, and the brave children had already rushed to both sides of the river to pick up bullet casings or other items that could be sold for money.
"Look! There are cars under the bridge..."
"Really? It's really a car..."
"There's someone inside, run!"
The children were so frightened that they ran away. After a while, no gunshots were heard and no one was chasing them. The two bold children stopped, discussed briefly and cautiously approached the car again, and lay down on the river bank to look down.
"Brother Fifteen, the people inside are still humming. They may be injured. Are they from the revolutionary army?"
"Maybe, look, there is a twelve-pointed star on the half-cut flag hanging next to the car. It must be from the revolutionary army... Go back quickly and call Sanbo and the others. The peasant association in our village helped the revolutionary army transport a lot of wounded bullets yesterday.
, San Bo and the others will know for sure when they come over."
"Then you wait for me, I'll go back and call the adults..."
Amid the commotion, An Yi opened his eyes in a daze, and was startled when he saw an old face close at hand, but the "old face" looked at him with a smile and asked kindly: "Comrade, are you injured?"
Is it from the Whampoa Army? Oops... The Whampoa Army fought fiercely yesterday and moved too fast. Our women's team of the Self-Defense Force of the Peasants' Association assisted them in cleaning up the battlefield. The corpses and wounded who died in the battle were brought to the river and transported to the Whampoa Military Academy.
Well, everyone was so nervous and in a hurry that they didn’t even notice you were under the bridge. Really... If I had known, I would have helped you back to my house when I got home at midnight last night. Come on, open the door and come down to see how you are injured.
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An Yi rubbed the blood tomato and caked dust off his face, stretched out his hands and turned them, then retracted them to squeeze his chest and groaned in pain. He stayed with his hands for a while and then moved down to his feet, only to find a shoe.
I don't know where it went.
An Yi took a long breath, knowing that his sternum was not broken, and his hands and feet were fine. He lowered his head to look for shoes but couldn't find them. Then he turned to the dark and wrinkled middle-aged man outside the car and spoke in skillful Cantonese.
He explained vaguely: "I'm fine, I just got knocked unconscious. I'm much better after sleeping. Uncle, yesterday I drove this car with Lao Song from the Huangpu Army Special Agent Company into the battlefield. After falling into the river, I couldn't
I remember what happened next, uncle, let me ask, where did the Whampoa Army fight?"
The third uncle, who is the self-defense captain of the Peasants' Association, was very happy when he heard An Yi's words: "Oh! It turns out you are from the special agent company. How amazing! That is the elite of the Huangpu Army! Haha, let me tell you good news. Your troops yesterday
They captured Shougou Ridge in the evening and fought very quickly. The battle was resolved in two or three hours. Thousands of Yunnan troops fled completely. The Huangpu Army did not stop at all and kept pursuing them. It was estimated that they had already entered the city by this time.
, your commander said that it would take less than three days to wipe out all the Yunnan and Guangxi warlords who have occupied Guangzhou and the surrounding areas for many years. I think it may not take three days with this momentum. Oh, you have captured countless guns and cannons, piled up like a hill.
Before I returned to the village after delivering the ammunition last night, your Director Zhou gave us twenty long rifles as a reward to the Self-Defense Force of the Longyan Cave Farmers' Association... Come on, Amitabha is dead without any injuries. You can come down first. I guess you can too.
You're so hungry, I'll ask the kid to go home and bring you some food..."
Half an hour later, with the help of his third uncle and a young man, An Yi pried open the door of the deformed car and came out, sitting on the bank. The blood on his face had been washed away, and several purple-red scratches were clearly visible on his forehead. A teacup on the left side of his face
The big black bruise did not damage his handsome face, and he also filled his stomach with several balls of rice and a small plate of dried fish. The rings in his trouser pockets and jacket pockets were still there, but his bare feet were covered with mud.
The rejuvenated eyes twinkled.
A group of young men, led by San Bo, sat in a circle around An Yi, pointing at the deformed truck that was riddled with bullets in the river, marveling and regretting it. They all said that An Yi was very lucky in life, so many
But not a single bullet hit him. But An Yi didn't feel lucky at all. Instead, he felt that he was really unlucky. He had worked so hard under the cunning General Song Ji to rush here and there was no one left to watch.
Taking a look at himself, regardless of whether he has any merit or not, someone from his grandma's Whampoa Army must come to see if he is dead or alive! If he is really hit by a bullet with no eyes, no one will still have a breath left.
Wouldn't it mean that if you care about me, you will bleed out all your blood and die silently?
A kind of abandonment anger and frustration that he couldn't let go!
Looking at the truck with stair door panels nailed all over again, An Yi was even more angry. The squashed cab made An Yi even more furious: Fortunately, the iron sheet made by the Yankees was still strong, otherwise even if they didn't die, they wouldn't be trampled by those grandsons.
Flat? It’s too damn interesting!
"Well... Xiaoyi, I think your car is scrapped. You might as well leave it here and treat it as a bridge pier. The original stone bridge that was in good condition was bombed by the Yunnan Army. Now there is this ready-made bridge for temporary use.
It's convenient for us to get up and down from several villages, haha!" Sanbo looked at An Yi happily.
An Yi jumped up anxiously, thinking that it was just a broken car, but how could I keep the thousand and five thousand oceans and sixty pounds of the best cigarette cream that I worked so hard to get under the seat? I was so confused that I risked it.
I'm fighting for a group of unloyal grandsons in Huangpu. It's okay if I don't get any credit. My future success depends entirely on this hard-earned windfall. I'm not even willing to kill people for this windfall! You're going to kill me today.
I want to get the car back too!
However, An Yi was about to speak and ran into trouble again. He knew that the car couldn't be driven, but he didn't know how to get it ashore. Now that there were insurgents everywhere, he couldn't carry dozens of kilograms of cigarette paste and hold a bag in his hands.
Is there a big bag of clothes swaggering through the market? If so, I might get shot a few times as soon as I take two steps.
Sanbo was startled when he saw An Yi standing up excitedly, his face turning red and white. "Xiao Yi, what's wrong?"
Seeing the concern on the honest third uncle's face, An Yi suddenly became clear-headed, sighed distressedly, and said some touching words: "Third uncle, if I could make the decision, it would be very useful to leave this broken car as a bridge.
Well, it would cost a lot of money to take it back and repair it, but it would be more convenient for the villagers to keep it here. But this car is extraordinary! It was specially donated by the patriotic wealthy businessman Mr. Ou Yaoting before Mr. Sun Yat-sen left Guangzhou. Mr. Sun was so excited at the time! He personally
We got in the car and sat around. Mr. Liao Zhongkai was also in the car at that time. It was the car I was driving. Mr. Sun told me earnestly that I must cherish this car and regard it as a symbol of the revolution. Even if it cannot be driven in the future, I must take good care of it.
Preserve it and send it to the Revolutionary Military Museum when the country is unified, so that future generations can visit and remember the revolutionary martyrs. At that time, I was moved to tears, and I secretly made up my mind to defend this car with my life. Now, this car has made a great mark.
Mr. Sun's spirit in heaven must be deeply comforted by his military exploits. Therefore, even if I have to carry it on my back, I will get this car that symbolizes the revolution back! If it doesn't work in one day, it will take ten days. If it doesn't work in ten days, it will take a year. I will never let Sun down.
Sir’s ardent hope during his lifetime!”
"Xiaoyi..."
Sanbo was so moved that he didn't know how to express his excitement. He quickly turned around twice and gave the order resolutely: "Xia Zai, you immediately go to Shangtou Village, Xiatou Village and our village to gather all the brothers, and gather all the brothers from the surrounding three villages.
Pull out all the cattle belonging to the Self-Defense Forces members!”
"yes!"
The lean shrimp boy quickly left with an old-fashioned Hanyang weapon on his back.
The third uncle puffed up his chest and ordered loudly: "Everyone, listen: bring all the hammers and saws from everyone's homes here within ten minutes! A Bing, you lead twenty brothers to carry the long logs in my yard.
Even if the skin peels off today, we still need to lift the car ashore and drive it back to Guangzhou smoothly!"
"yes!"
The majestic power of people's unity was greatly demonstrated in just one hour. More than 140 simple, hard-working peasant association self-defense team members with firm faith in the revolution, under the command of the capable Sanbo, worked in unison, sweating profusely, and quickly dismantled the
The wooden bridge built by Huangpu engineers jumped into the knee-deep mud, was pulled by oxen, carried on poles and carried on their shoulders. They shouted the cry of labor and used all their strength to finally lift the truck weighing more than two tons.
Moved to the West Coast.
The self-defense team members did not take any rest, and skillfully tied hemp ropes to the front bumper and the corner pillars of the car. Thirty self-defense team members with rifles on their shoulders opened the way, and more than 20 self-defense team members with swords on their backs rushed forward.
Armed with nine large oxen, they dragged the heavily deformed Chevrolet truck toward Guangzhou with unswerving determination and belief.
In order to highlight the importance and extraordinary value of this truck, Uncle San, on the advice of the two squad leaders, washed the party flag that was full of bullet holes and only half of it was left, and stuck a strong bamboo pole high in front of the truck.
Marching toward Guangzhou City in a mighty manner.
No one thought that Sanbo’s actions would cause such a huge sensation:
When the nine-headed ox-drawn car team just left the village entrance, it was fine, but it had not yet reached the big village south of Shogouling. The villagers who saw the flag and this special team from a distance were curious, so they went out to watch in twos and threes. The proud self-defense team members immediately
He enthusiastically introduced his revolutionary actions, and soon the news spread quickly, attracting people from every village to come out and flock to watch. The extremely proud self-defense team members were so excited that they drove into the enemy's position with Lao Song, as An Yi said.
The heroic deeds of "causing chaos to the enemy" were widely spread, and the content of the heroic deeds quickly became richer. Legendary plots such as the continuous crashing into the Yunnan Army bunkers and killing countless Yunnan troops despite a hail of bullets came into being. The onlookers of the villagers came into being.
The crowd was excited and cheered loudly. Hundreds of good people followed the team and talked loudly, full of excitement. When encountering the uphill slope, everyone worked together to add fuel to the flames. An Yi, who was holding the steering wheel in the car, was so excited that he marveled.
As the crowd gathered more and more, there were hundreds of cheerers on both sides of the car door, all vying to pay homage to the legendary hero Xiao Yi. They saw the bruised An Yi looking straight ahead and marveled, "What?"
Words such as "hero", "young", "beautiful like a famous actor on the stage" and so on came one after another. Even the big bullocks pulling the carts who worked hard and uncomplainingly were also honored. The phrase "nine oxen and two tigers" once again gained new meaning.
The interpretation has become a widely circulated heroic story. An Yi, who was sitting in the car and holding the steering wheel, was so ashamed that his head dropped lower and lower. He regretted it and really wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl in.
At four o'clock in the afternoon, driven and driven by nine big bullocks and hundreds of enthusiastic people, An Yi and his jingling old car miraculously arrived at Dongmen Avenue and have grown to more than 3,000 people.
The huge escort team of people frightened the Wu Tiecheng police force guarding the city gate. Fortunately, they saw half of the party flag flying high in the dark crowd holding guns and sticks, so they did not fire. The police captain in charge rushed forward and fought with Jianyi.
After the proud third uncle talked, he immediately ordered his brothers to detach a squadron to follow the team to maintain order, and generously took the road dredging work on his shoulders.
As a result, a spectacle that had never happened before in Guangzhou appeared. Nine big oxen pulled a broken car into the city. An Yi's broken car had not yet been pulled by the nine oxen onto the Nandi Avenue, back and forth.
The extremely spectacular team has grown to tens of thousands. Slogans of "Down with the warlords", "Long live the revolutionary army" and "Learn from the heroes of Huangpu" echoed through the sky. Even the nine big bullocks were dressed in red and decorated to attract attention. They had just been revolutionized.
The citizens of Guangzhou who had returned to a peaceful life after the military occupation heard the news and stood up and looked up, blocking all streets and roads. The officers and soldiers of the Guangdong Army patrol team who had heard about it also consciously ran to the front of the team and lined up neatly holding the national flag and party flags in unison.
Step forward.
Sanbo, who was glowing with revolutionary youth, was already standing on the right footboard of the rickety cab, holding an old sleeve on his back and holding his head high, constantly waving to the cheering crowds on both sides of the street.
Our protagonist, An Yi, a hero talked about by millions of people, lowered his head on the steering wheel. He was afraid that acquaintances would see him, so he hurriedly called three when he almost reached the alleyway of the warehouse in the backyard of the "Taichang" trading house.
Uncle, show him the direction and strongly demand that this be the end of it.
Although Sanbo felt that it was a bit regretful to end the journey so soon, he still cooperated actively. After discussing with more than a dozen leaders of different parts of the team, he spent a lot of time and moved out Mr. Sun and Mr. Liao Zhongkai several times before convincing him to leave.
The group of leaders, who were enjoying themselves, finally drove the car into the backyard of the trading house, and tens of thousands of people reluctantly dispersed.
A few years later, An Yi, who had become famous, went to the third uncle's house to confess and beg for forgiveness. Unexpectedly, the third uncle didn't care. Instead, he said that this was the most glorious and meaningful thing he had done in his life, which would be enough to honor his ancestors and future generations.