In the hospital ward of Whampoa Military Academy, Song Xilian, who had circles of white gauze wrapped around her head, struggled to stand up. Amidst the moans and groans of the wounded and sick patients in front and on the left and right, Song Xilian took the crutches from the bedside and slowly got down.
The bed was slowly moved towards the door with the help of crutches.
On that day, he was thrown out of the carriage by a huge impact. He thought he was certain to die. Fortunately, he was cushioned by a tree branch and escaped. However, the huge momentum and solid fall left him with a bloody head.
He was in a coma for two days and three nights. His right ankle was severely sprained. When the ambulance team arrived, he was already in a severe coma. The brand-new shell gun was still firmly in his hand. No one could pry his fingers to take it off.
It was like it was growing on his hands. Finally, he was sent to the dock doctor for an emergency injection, and his hands were released.
The first thing he said when he woke up was to ask where Xiao Yi was. None of the doctors or nurses knew Xiao Yi. They were very frightened when they saw Song Xilian's red eyes, so they quickly called for He Zhonghan who was supervising the training of new trainees. He Zhonghan
He didn't even know that An Yi was the driver that day. He was shocked when he heard what Song Xilian said. He immediately comforted Song Xilian and said that maybe he was too busy and confused and missed it. Maybe Xiaoyi had already gone back to work. He comforted Song Xilian and congratulated Zhonghan.
Tell him that Huang Jie, Chen Geng and others are leading troops to perform tasks in the surrounding areas of Guangzhou City. He will inform them to search for them as soon as possible and report to the Political Department as soon as he leaves home.
Song Xilian grabbed the hem of He Zhonghan's clothes and said sadly: Xiaoyi drove into the enemy's lines for our offensive, even risking his life, but we still don't know his life and death. How can we live up to our own conscience? If you don't get Xiaoyi back for me,
Come on, don't talk to me again.
He Zhonghan trotted to the Political Department to report. Shao Lizi, Director of the Political Department of the left-behind military school, Fang Dingying, Director of Education, Lu Chunren, Chief of Propaganda Section, and others were shocked after hearing this. They all said that this was not the person the principal and General Gallen had twice ordered to find.
?It’s just that the war was urgent that day, and the personnel of the Political Department could not find anyone and had to follow the main force to continue advancing. After entering Guangzhou, they tried to find the hero but did not know the name of the driving hero, let alone who he was, so they postponed it. Now
I remember regretting why I didn't remember to look for the car at that time.
Fang Dingying immediately ordered that He Zhonghan take two staff members and immediately cross the river into the city to look for An Yi. After finding An Yi, he was immediately sent to the Central Party Headquarters in the city, Principal Jiang, Director Zhou, the heads of the advisory group Gallen, Borodin and the chief instructor.
He Yingqin and others held a meeting there, and then called the school to arrange for An Yi, the revolutionary young man who had made outstanding contributions, to meet with teachers and students and participate in the commendation meeting three days later.
He Zhonghan took the people on the steamer specially sent by the colonel headquarters and went straight to Tianzi Pier. After landing, he passed through the celebration parade and ran to the fortune-telling stall next to the silk trading house. He saw that there was not even a shadow of the old man, the fortune-telling table of the Eight Immortals and the bright yellow flag.
The flag is missing.
He Zhonghan thought about it and immediately took people to the "Taichang" trading company. He stood in daze for a moment in front of the closed door. Then there was a bang on the door. A middle-aged man in his thirties opened the door a crack and saw the three people sweating profusely.
The soldier wanted to find An Yi and quickly explained: "I'm sorry, An Yi was fired by the shopkeeper three days ago. I don't know where he lives. I heard it's the Qin Family Courtyard on Renji Road, Chaoxing Street."
The thoughtful He Zhonghan saw the staff trying to close the door, quickly stretched out a foot to step on the door, and asked pleasantly: "Can you tell me the reason for firing An Yi?"
The middle-aged man hesitated to answer, but seeing that He Zhonghan was not malicious and quite kind after asking repeated questions, he told him the reason:
"Xiao Yi is a benevolent and righteous person! Let's not talk about his personal abilities. Let's just say that when the Yunnan Army requisitioned our trucks, they were planning to set fire to the trading company. Most people were afraid of avoiding it, but it was better for him to immediately come home from home after getting the news.
I rushed over and, with good words, avoided the catastrophe of the trading company. I drove alone with the fierce Yunnan Army. I stayed there for more than a month. I suffered a lot day and night hauling goods. Our colleagues occasionally
I saw him being escorted by the army and driving past on the street. He was dark and thin. I was worried! But who of us dare to offend those warlords? Just three days ago in the evening, after the revolutionary army entered Guangzhou City, there was no one.
Xiao Yi came back safely after half a day, but shopkeeper Chen said that Xiao Yi failed to protect the company's trucks. The valuable trucks bought for thousands of dollars were penetrated by hundreds of bullets, and the front compartment was severely deformed and completely scrapped.
Niu brought the broken car back and brought shame to the company. Such a big mistake can never be forgiven. He fired Xiao Yi on the spot, not even thinking that Xiao Yi went there to save the company's industry and everyone's lives.
Alas... We are angry and feel it is unfair, but we are under the roof and there is nothing anyone can do!"
After He Zhonghan thanked him, he immediately rushed to the Qin family compound on Chaoxing Street. After asking everyone, they all said that An Yi had moved away a long time ago. Even Lao Dao, Dongzi and the mother and son who did laundry had also moved away.
Where, no one asked, nor did they tell.
In this way, He Zhonghan led people through the streets and alleys for three consecutive days, searching everywhere but unable to find An Yi. He had no choice but to tell Song Xilian in the hospital bed.
Song Xilian thought about it carefully and sighed painfully: "It must be Xiaoyi who saw that none of us cared about him. He hid in sadness and didn't want to see each other again. We feel sorry for him! How could we have been so successful without Xiaoyi?"
Conquer Longyan Cave and wipe out Shougou Ridge? His achievements are greater than any of ours!"
A few days later, Principal Jiang, who was tortured by the intrigues of the party's upper echelons and generals of various factions, returned to Huangpu Military Academy and convened a meeting overnight with the political department, coaching department, student corps and other generals. After conveying the latest spirit of the party, he ordered
The head of the Military Federation and six outstanding representatives of the first phase attended the meeting. The first item on the agenda was to hear a report from He Zhonghan on his search for An Yi.
Amid sighs of regret, Principal Jiang turned to Chen Geng and He Zhonghan rather displeasedly: "You two, Huang Jie, and Song Xilian know An Yi's contribution best. Why did you not receive the assignment from the school headquarters for five consecutive days?"
Find the person? Don’t you know the importance of such an example in boosting morale and inspiring people’s hearts?”
Huang Jie stood up and replied loudly: "Report to the principal, we all know An Yi's outstanding contribution in this war against rebellion. It was because he drove into the enemy's position without risking his life with the revolutionary consciousness of an ordinary young man, disrupting the enemy's position in one fell swoop and working for us."
He created valuable opportunities for the army's offensive. It was he who relied on his excellent drawing skills and superhuman memory to mark the positions of the Yunnan-Guangxi rebellion for us..."
"Wait! Huang Jie, I want to explain something here."
Wang Boling, head of the Second Military Instruction Regiment and director of education at Huangpu Military Academy, interrupted Huang Jie: "Although the hand-drawn map you brought back before the battle of Longyan Cave is of great reference value, it can only serve as confirmation and proof.
For reference, we have already obtained the distribution of all the troops of the Yunnan Army and the Guangxi Army. It is more detailed and comprehensive than the so-called distribution map produced by An Yi you brought back. Therefore, this achievement cannot be attributed to An Yi. In the future,
Don’t talk about this matter anymore, otherwise it will damage the image of our revolutionary army. People who don’t know the inside story think that our army does not even have the minimum capabilities, and the possible impact will be very bad. Of course, An Yi
His merits and heroic performance are obvious to all. We must vigorously commend and publicize this, and set him up as a role model for revolutionary youth. If he is willing to become a member of our revolutionary army, then even more
Okay, do you understand?"
"yes!"
Huang Jie answered loudly, then slowly sat down.
Wang Boling nodded with satisfaction. He Yingqin next to him sighed slightly, picked up the tea cup and drank tea silently. He thought to himself that I, He Yingqin, could not do such a thing of eloquent words and deeds, disregarding the facts, and obliterating the achievements of a progressive young man, even though the starting point of doing so was
It is to maintain the image of the army and the reputation of the revolutionary army.
Chiang Kai-shek felt apologetic in his heart and his tone became much more easy-going: "Jiang Xianyun, I see that you have been silent and there is a thoughtful look in your eyes. You must have your own opinions about An Yi, right?"
"Reporting to the principal, An Yi is known to almost half of our first batch of students. The two hundred beef pies we brought back to the school last time were given by An Yi. Moreover, all the students here are familiar with An Yi.
We get along very well, including myself. We all think that this person is kind-hearted, smart and hard-working, especially since he has superb mechanical repair skills, can drive and repair cars proficiently, is strong and loyal, and is a rare talent."
Jiang Xianyun took this opportunity to praise An Yi. He obviously had his own plans. However, except for He Zhonghan and Zeng Kuanqing, everyone else felt that what he said was very correct and did not think too much about it.
Director Zhou smiled kindly: "Please sit down. What you said has aroused the love of talents among the principal and the officials here, haha! I think your top priority is to find ways to find this An Yi as soon as possible.
, Now, even I want to see him, not to mention there are so many officials who love talents as much as their lives and take cultivating a revolutionary force as their own responsibility? You must continue to work hard!"
"Yes! We will definitely try our best to find An Yi as soon as possible." Jiang Xianyun replied loudly.
At the same time, in the durian garden at No. 2 Puji Street, An Yi held a thick thread-bound book with a sad face and read aloud: "... In the spring, Song Gong and Wei Hou met Yu Chui, in March, Zheng Boshi Wan
Come back... 钫. Gengyin, I come..."
"Stop! You have read the word '钪' so many times and still can't remember it? Where have you put your thoughts on it?"
The old man coughed a few times, sat up slowly in the rocking chair, took a small sip of the tea from Er Mao.
An Yi put down the thread-bound book in pain: "Old Taoist, it's okay if you're not sick. But when you're sick, you force me to read "Spring and Autumn" without punctuation every day. During the day, you just ask me to write and practice small regular script. You just ask me to memorize "The Art of War" by Sun Tzu.
I accept that it is useful for business, but are you too perverted? Are you forcing me to read "Spring and Autumn"? Is this done by humans? You said that you don't go to bed and just lie down when you have a cough like this.
Why bother with things that harm others and do not benefit oneself? Why bother?"
The old Taoist was not angry at all, but smiled slightly: "The last two sentences are well said and the wording is accurate. This fully shows that after this period of hard study, you have made progress! Just read here for today. After breakfast tomorrow morning,
You recite "The March" from "The Art of War" to me. Remember, if you make a mistake in a word, the old rule is to copy it ten times... Ermao, help me bring the tea cup into the room. You will be with me tonight.
Go to sleep, I will continue to tell you the story from yesterday."
"Okay!"
Er Mao happily ran into the west room holding the old Taoist's tea cup. An Yi, who was tortured by the old Taoist and had stars in his eyes, threw his head directly onto the Eight Immortals table, making a loud "thud" sound.
Dongzi, who was standing at the door of the east room in the front hall, covered her mouth, closed the door gently, threw herself on the bed, covered her head with a blanket, and laughed...