Under the bright sunshine, the brothers of the model battalion were neatly arranged into four square formations under the leadership of battalion deputy Zhi Guang. They changed formations following the commands given by regimental deputy Hu Jialin.
Photographers Lao Zhuang and Ye Qing, who were standing on the mound, finished shooting. They thanked An Yi with satisfaction and told An Yi to let the officers and soldiers of the model camp rest. The six hundred officers and soldiers of the model camp who had been struggling for two hours were finally dismissed and drank water.
opportunity.
Lao Zhuang excitedly walked down the hillock to the foot of the big tree, put his head into the dark room built with wooden shelves and black terry cloth, and climbed up the hillock again to take some close-ups of An Yi.
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An Yi's heart moved and she suggested that Lao Zhuang take some close-ups that could reflect the spirit of the officers and soldiers of the "Model Battalion". Lao Zhuang asked how to express it? An Yi took Lao Zhuang's hand and walked down the hill, squatted down next to the big tree.
, picked up a dead branch and explained it while drawing. The more Lao Zhuang listened, the happier he became and immediately asked to start.
An Yi immediately called Hu Hu, Xia Jian, Gu Laoer, Cheng Guang, Yang Bin, Ye Cheng, Mu Zhuiyi, Chen Zhibiao, Yang Fei and others to explain. The brothers were overjoyed after hearing this, and they separated to find machine guns, flower machine guns, and machetes.
, Xia Jian, the grandson of Xia Jian, simply carried a French August 1 mortar and followed An Yi's request to the sun and ranked it according to its high and low positions.
Don't stand still, each one is covered with elite weapons, arrogant and murderous, posing like a powerful gathering of heroes on the movie poster. More than 100 company platoon leaders of the model camp are arranged in an orderly manner as the background. The model camp is full of people.
Huge war flags with bullet holes and fire remnants were placed behind the twelve bosses, fluttering in the strong wind.
Such a unique, novel and powerful look made photographer Lao Zhuang fall in love with it more and more, and he became more and more excited as he watched it. Especially the scenes of Lu Guang, Chen Zhibiao and others who were still wrapped in white gauze because of the wounds on their heads, which looked even more tragic.
Majestic, mighty and unyielding, if successfully taken, it will definitely be the best war propaganda photo.
Lao Zhuang was so excited that he danced for joy and quickly asked a few soldiers to sleep on the ground to help him spread out a few improvised reflectors. He set up a camera and shouted orders to take pictures. Twelve heroic officers and soldiers, battle flags, equipment and
All the officers and soldiers of the Model Battalion behind them were captured in the camera, and they were still not satisfied after changing their shooting positions seven or eight times.
After struggling for more than 20 minutes, Lao Zhuang, who had finished arranging the shooting equipment, rushed to An Yi at the front of the queue. Based on his own inspiration, he adjusted the number of people under the banner to An Yi, Hu Hu, Gu Laoer, Xia Jian and Yang Bin.
In addition to embodying An Yi's Confucian general style, all of them were holding machine guns, flower machine guns, rifles and swords. The model camp flag and the background of officers and soldiers behind were slightly adjusted. Shooting started again. Even Ye Qing was so excited that he exhausted himself.
All photographic materials.
After taking pictures of the characters and formations, I took pictures of the thirty-six captured artillery pieces. There was no way to take pictures of the guns anymore. They were all boxed up and neatly stacked on the carriage that was about to return to Nanchang. Lao Zhuang is an extremely dedicated person, and he failed to achieve his goal.
He vowed not to give up. After listening to An Yi's explanation, he immediately asked to arrange all the equipment of the Second Battalion in a row for him to take pictures. Anyway, the equipment of the Second Battalion except for the twelve
In addition to French mortars, most of the other heavy machine guns, light machine guns, rifles, etc. were selected from seizures one after another, and the Shanghai-produced 82 mortar itself was made in imitation of the French mortar.
There is not much difference in appearance between the two. If they are exchanged with the twelve captured mortars exchanged with the Fifth Regiment, it is not a purely malicious forgery, and everyone feels at ease.
Taking advantage of Lao Zhuang's filming opportunity, the smart He Jing came to An Yi and asked for a private chat. An Yi politely agreed. The two walked aside and talked for more than 20 minutes. Finally, He Jing sighed loudly:
"I know why the officers and soldiers admire you so much. You are so upright, so generous and wise, and you have such a sharp and far-sighted vision of the general trend of the world... Commander An, can you allow me to compile and publish the content of the interview just now?
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An Yi thought for a moment and said: "There is still about an hour before you set off. If you can write down the main content of what you want to publish and give it to me within an hour, I will definitely have no objection, otherwise it won't work!
Because every word I said here includes
Those who praised Yan Xishan for developing Shanxi's economy, improving people's livelihood and revitalizing national industry, and accusing Sun Chuanfang and Zhang Zuolin of using the nation's resources and blood and sweat to enrich themselves are not allowed to be added or deleted, otherwise it may bring huge trouble to you and me.
, please understand my kindness."
"I understand! I should. I will write it down right away. I will use my personality to assure you that I will provide you with evidence and objective comments. I will never add any extravagance or arbitrarily extend it."
He Jing was very happy to do this, although he did not fully understand An Yi's excessive caution. Under normal circumstances, the vast majority of interviewees did not have this concept, and only a few political figures were so cautious.
He Jing hurried back to the table under the shade of the tree and buried himself in reading. Ye Qing ran over excitedly: "What were you talking about with Xiao He? What made him so excited?"
An Yi introduced with a smile: "He Jing is a very great political reporter. He has amazing judgment and sensitivity. He has a very objective view on issues. He also has a unique perspective and dares to doubt. He is not fooled by temporary appearances. It is very rare!"
In time, he will definitely become famous in the press."
"You're so awesome! What you just said is almost exactly the same as Zhang Jinggong's evaluation of Xiao He. It's incredible. Why are you so awesome? It's always surprising." Ye Qing praised loudly.
An Yi asked doubtfully: "Who is Zhang Jinggong? Why haven't I heard of him?"
Ye Qing was even more surprised: "Oh my god? You must have been confused by the gunpowder. You don't even know about Mr. Zhang Jingjiang? It's incredible... Zhang Jinggong is the honorific name that people give to him. He is known as "Renjie".
He is a revolutionary veteran who is over fifty years old. He is a native of Huzhou, Zhejiang Province. He served as the commercial counselor in France at the age of 26. From the beginning, he has poured his money into supporting Mr. Sun Yat-sen's revolutionary movement. He is now a member of the central government.
He was an important figure in the party. After the Northern Expedition, he stayed in Guangzhou and served as acting chairman of the National Government. He just came to Nanchang from Guangzhou some time ago. The late Mr. Zhongshan called him a revolutionary saint, Commander-in-Chief Chiang called him a mentor, and Sister Qian admired him.
Extremely, if you have any problems, go to him and tell him. He treats Sister Qian just like his own children. You don’t even know such a revolutionary hero. You...what should I say to you?"
An Yi suddenly realized it and made several distinctions: "How did I know that your names are so long-winded? Just call me Senior Zhang Jingjiang or Acting Chairman Zhang. If you bring up Zhang Jinggong, I thought a great writer or historian would suddenly appear out of nowhere.
Home."
Ye Qing looked at An Yi's painful expression and smiled. Seeing Cai Zhonghu and others happily coming over, he stopped dwelling on the issue. A group of friends happily gathered around to chat, and heard the various departments of the Independence Regiment shouting majestic slogans.
As they were running away, everyone couldn't help but look over and praise the quality of the officers and soldiers of the Anyi Independent Regiment.
An hour later, the trucks hauling twenty-four artillery pieces slowly formed a neat line, and the artillery regiment guard companies boarded the front, middle and rear six trucks in platoon units. He Jing solemnly handed over the copy of the interview signed with his name.
An Yi, shake hands tightly and hope to work together next time.
With the support of Lao Zhuang, Ye Qing came to An Yi with the sudden inspiration she captured: "Xiao Yi, I want to tell you an important decision. After I go back, I will cooperate with He Jing to write a fifty-fifty book."
This is a 10,000-word documentary book praising the great cause of the Revolutionary Army’s Northern Expedition. I asked veterans of the party, government, and military to write a preface. The book is called “Model Camp.” I will try to get it printed and put on the market within a month. Anyway, I have sorted out the materials I have on hand.
There are almost 200,000 words in it at once. Just go to the Party Headquarters and the General Headquarters to check the history and wars of the model camp at various stages since the Northern Expedition. I have used the real names of all the heroes in it, and the cover design and insert pictures will make it easy for veterans.
Zhuang, help me, just pick out the most representative photos, and tell readers that the protagonist, Colonel Xiao An, doesn’t have a girlfriend yet, it will definitely be a bestseller, haha!”
An Yi's eyes widened and she waved her hands repeatedly: "Auntie, I beg you, no matter what, don't write that I don't have a girlfriend! If you write like that, it will ruin the rest of my life! I already have a girlfriend.
No name yet
Let me tell you, you must not ask around, let alone write it in the book. As long as you promise to thank me, you can do whatever you want... Why don't you write a letter about your brother and your girlfriend Hongyan, whom you miss day and night, but you can't care about it for the sake of the Northern Expedition.
Come on, okay?"
"Haha... I understand, don't worry, I won't write about your private life." After laughing, Ye Qing looked at An Yi with a complicated look: "I really envy that sister Chu, who can make you miss you so much and be so persistent.
Love, I bless you!”
An Yi was stunned, and saw the flash of sadness in Ye Qing's eyes, and was quite moved: "Sister Qing, can I contribute articles to your newspaper whenever I have time? Or maybe send me the battlefield diaries and home letters of the grassroots officers of our independent regiment.
Copy to you, or my brother’s comments on the current situation and society
Yes, I will write down some of my thoughts or opinions about the future neatly and send them to you. If you think you can still read them, please publish them in your newspaper. This is my thanks to you. Now our military depot is slowly
A system has been established and letters can be delivered very quickly."
Ye Qing happily grabbed An Yi's arm: "God, I begged you for so long last night but you still didn't agree. Now it's okay, you can't go back on your word!"
"Ah? When did you mention this last night?" An Yi was a little confused and couldn't remember even after thinking about it.
Ye Qing's pretty face suddenly turned red: "Ignore you, bad guy! Remember, I will send you our newspaper's special press card when you get back. You must shoulder the responsibility of a reporter. Don't worry, once your article is adopted,
newspaper
The publisher will pay the royalties to everyone equally. Lao Zhuang, He Jing, I, and I will help you get a second-class royalties, second only to Hu Shi and other famous artists. It is quite generous. Once you get the royalties, I will help you get them, and then take them to a restaurant with Sister Qian.
hehe!"
The departure time had arrived, and Ye Qing reluctantly said goodbye and got into the cab of the truck as An Yi said goodbye.
Cai Zhonghuan earnestly warned his guard company commander to absolutely ensure the safety of personnel and cargo. Cai Zhonghuan turned to his adjutant Cai Peiyuan and wrote the four letters An Yi hastily written to Commander-in-Chief Chiang, Gong Qian, Jiang Dingwen, and Yin Jinan.
He was handed over to him again and ordered to lead the convoy to Lao Nanchang to unload the goods, immediately rush to Nanchang City West Camp to load supplies, hand over the letter in person and then return to Lao Nanchang to bring back Yin Jinan and the brothers of the Independent Regiment safely.
An Yi, Lao Zhuang, and He Jing waved goodbye one by one. Finally, he looked at Ye Qing who stretched out his head and looked back at him with a smile, but he was trying his best to remember in his heart:
Did you really eat tofu at a certain time last night?