On the high platform on the left side of the camp gate, the 19th Army Commander Hu Zongduo, who was filled with emotion, finally issued the order to retreat. His division commander asked him which direction to retreat? Hu Zongduo looked at the excited people pouring in from all directions and pointed.
Pointing to the river bank in the north, his generals left in a hurry. Thousands of officers and soldiers quickly lined up amidst bursts of shouting and ran towards the river bank, which was full of weeds and vines and had no roads connected.
Huang Ruihua, the captain of the bodyguard who fell behind because Bai Chongxi left quickly, looked at the chaotic scene of angry people and scolded Hu Zongduo in a low voice:
"Old Hu, you clearly know that He Jingzhi is cowardly and indecisive. You should have ordered your officers and soldiers to rush in and quickly disarm An Yi's troops, but why didn't you do anything?"
Hu Zongduo stopped, glanced at Huang Ruihua with a strange expression, and pointed at the camp surrounded by a surging crowd:
"You have also seen... In fact, you are closer than me. Are you confident that the three hundred guards under your command can deal with thirty of them? In this case, no one can defeat these desperate gangs crawling out from the dead.
Disciple, even if you bring the cannon, you can't beat him! Who is An Yi? If anyone dares to kill him, they might die before him.
Go back, go back to Brother Jiansheng as soon as possible, there are some things you don’t understand and you don’t see clearly, let alone how terrible An Yi is. If you don’t leave, you won’t be able to leave like He Jingzhi and the others!"
In the blink of an eye, nearly ten thousand students and tens of thousands of citizens surrounded the Xiaguan Camp. Shocking slogans and angry accusations were overwhelming, drowning everything. The student presidents and officials of Southeast University gathered at the gate of the camp and stopped.
At the suggestion of Zhou Chongan and He Jing, more than a dozen student leaders discussed with each other for a moment and immediately split up.
Representatives of major social groups received the notice and quickly directed their teams to clear a passage. Under the guidance of students, more than a hundred Chinese and foreign reporters who had already arrived quickly walked through the dense crowd of slogans and loudly entered the camp, surrounding them.
He who has already got off the car
Ying Qin and others kept taking pictures, and hundreds of representatives from all walks of life rushed there and angrily shouted to He Yingqin and a large group of generals around him. A series of curses and angry questions hit his head, leaving He Yingqin, who was pale and unable to dodge.
Completely submerged.
Zhou Chongan glanced at He Yingqin, who was cowering in the circle of hundreds of arm-in-arm officers and soldiers, quietly left the reporters and representatives, and ran towards An Yi in the depths. Halfway through, he was so moved by the candlelight burning in front of him that he could not move forward.
, couldn't help but stop and stare blankly, chest heaving:
Dozens of doctors and more than a hundred friends from various countries who volunteered to care for the wounded and sick soldiers stood quietly behind An Yi. Pastor Geer in front had tears in his eyes and was mumbling something. He stood tall with Priest Ziger and three nuns beside him.
He raised the candle in his hand, a piece of candlelight behind him was raised, and a hymn started to sound.
The candlelight under the setting sun was so weak that it was almost impossible to see, but the excited faces amidst the melodious hymns were extremely sincere and moving.
Behind the priests and friends, the singing of the remaining soldiers of the independent division has stopped. The hard-hitting men are now huddled in piles, hugging each other and crying loudly. This group of men who feel dead in the war are so excited and sad at the moment.
, a choked call,
The greetings of rebirth after the disaster attracted thousands of pitiful eyes, and the viewers were all moved by it. The suppressed sighs and sobs slowly replaced the loud slogans, and the whole camp gradually became more and more popular inside and outside the camp.
Yu Pingping, countless pairs of kind and worried eyes looked at the field.
"Stand at attention... salute——"
Following An Yi's hysterical command, more than a thousand brothers in the chaos quickly wiped away their tears, lined up in regiments, raised their hands and saluted the people in front of them in a solemn military salute.
The battle flags that had been baptized by blood and fire again and again were raised high. Only half of the word "Mo" was left on the model camp flag at the front. Most of them were broken into strips, fluttering feebly in the breeze.
Like the desolate flags on the grave.
Reporters and representatives no longer wanted to listen to He Yingqin and his adjutant's pale explanation of "pure misunderstanding", and they no longer wanted to pay attention to He Yingqin's repeated emphasis in cold sweat that "it was just a normal reorganization that did not disarm and disband An Yi Division".
"Meaning", "The Military Ministry has already approved General An Yi's
"The army was promoted to lieutenant general" and "all the officers and soldiers of the Anyi Division who came back will be given special treatment and meritorious service" and other excuses. Instead, they gradually came around the remnants of the Anyi Division who were neatly saluting and standing majestic. They used cameras and
Use your pen to faithfully record the touching scenes with your eyes.
Surrounded by his adjutants and guards, He Yingqin got into the car in a panic and tried to escape. The officers and soldiers of the guard regiment and gendarmerie also hurriedly climbed into the truck. Now the students were unwilling, and tens of thousands of people crowded around him.
Never letting a single car leave, tens of thousands of citizens gathered around and blocked all the vehicles in the middle. The angry denunciations that had just stopped a short while ago were heard again.
Gong Qian, who had been standing at the gate of the barracks and watching calmly, took Ye Qing's hand and whispered a few words. Ye Qing frowned slightly, pouting and crowded around a group of student leaders to make suggestions.
Soon, the impassioned students reluctantly gave way to a passage under loud dissuasion. Someone in the crowd shouted, "The trucks can't go, and trucks must be used to transport General An and the soldiers to the dock."
The narrow passage that came out closed again in the blink of an eye, not even a trace of light came through.
He Yingqin and his subordinates, who finally saw hope of escape, could not hear the shouts outside. They saw the dark crowd swarming in again, thinking that the students were going to come forward and overturn the car. They all panicked and became a mess. Many people secretly dug in.
With his pistol out, he was in constant panic all day long.
After waiting anxiously, the endless crowd once again gave way to a passage. The frightened He Yingqin hurriedly ordered the driver to move quickly. The three usually majestic cars reluctantly drove forward. Thunderous curses and angry accusations continued along the way.
, debris is constantly flying from the roof and doors.
He Yingqin, who made "ping-pong" sounds in his footsteps and swayed, claiming that "among thousands of troops and horses, I am talking and laughing to myself" finally realized firsthand what the people's heart is and what the people's power is. More than two thousand officers and soldiers behind him all left
The truck, like a lost dog, desperately chased the car away from the angry ocean.
In the camp, An Yi led Shen Fengdao, Gu Changfeng, Zhan Huanqi and other officers who were intact or recovered in advance to express their gratitude to the student representatives and representatives from all walks of life. Under the strong request of everyone, An Yi, who was deeply moved, made a speech:
"We never expected that such a tragic thing would happen today. My soldiers and I paid a high price to return to Nanjing, just like a prodigal son who was accidentally lost and suffered all kinds of scars returned to his mother's arms. But
Never expected
, the enemy failed to destroy our bodies and spirits, but our trusted officers and comrades who share the same camp of life and death continue to do what the enemy wants to do but cannot do. Today's public frame-up that is painful to the bones, why don't we let us fight for the rest of our lives?
Are the soldiers disheartened?
Our soldiers who have made great achievements in battle and made the enemy frightened after going through all kinds of hardships to come back here, actually have to face the guns of their own brothers. These soldiers are not afraid to fight their way out under the siege of tens of thousands of enemy troops again and again.
My brothers were actually forced to shed tears of despair by their own people. Their strong hearts are still bleeding to this day!
I am deeply disappointed with the current government and the so-called Military Commission. This is not a government that inherits the legacy of Dr. Sun Yat-sen and can win the trust of the people. It is not a military coalition regime that regards the reunification of the motherland and national rejuvenation as lofty ideals.
A group of nakedly selfish warlords are a tangle of freaks! If they don’t wake up and reflect, they will be a short-lived government that loses the support of the people and is abandoned by the people in a blink of an eye. It will definitely leave a lasting mark on the history of the Chinese nation.
infamy!"
An Yi's face flushed with excitement. He paused for a moment, stabilized his emotions and continued: "Today, I saw the power of the people, justice and kindness, and the light of hope shining in pairs of caring eyes. Although
Today our country is riddled with holes and industries are in ruins, even though our people are in the military
Under the bullying and oppression of the tyrants and imperialists, although we have been framed and suppressed by conspiracies, and although there are still countless tortures and sufferings on the road ahead, we will never give in, because today I saw the unyielding soul of the Chinese nation and saw
The boiling blood of countless people and students and the iron bones of the soldiers behind me!
As long as we unite and fight for our own survival and happiness, we will be able to overthrow all the warlord forces and dark forces that block the historical trend, and re-establish a prosperous and powerful China. This is the ideal that An Yi pursues throughout his life, and it is also the ideal behind me.
The life goal that all soldiers pursue throughout their lives!
Although we are scarred, the ideals and beliefs in our hearts will last forever and will never die. We are not afraid to throw our heads and shed blood. Even if our bodies are destroyed, our ideals and beliefs cannot be destroyed, nor can our eternal souls be destroyed!"
With thunderous applause and cheers, An Yi's words instantly ignited the fire of ideals in the hearts of countless people. Thousands of people shouted loudly, and every student had tears in their eyes. People rushed to worship An Yi, the hero in their hearts.
, more than ten excited students will
An Yi was lifted high and kept walking around the spacious camp. Amidst the thunderous cheers, An Yi was lifted high. The wounds on his body were not healed and his body was shaking with pain. But he smiled and walked towards wherever he went.
The crowds of people waved frequently, clenched their fists, and raised their hands high to the sky.
Gong Qian, who was wiping away tears outside the camp gate, suddenly remembered the scars all over An Yi's body. She rushed to the crowd in a hurry, squeezed in beside the officers and soldiers who were standing neatly and looked up, grabbed Shen Fengdao's arm and begged loudly:
"Xiao Shen, go and think of a solution! Xiao Yi's wounds have just healed, and now he is tossing and turning, how can he bear it?"
Shen Fengdao looked at the surging black heads and the arms raised like a forest, and shook his head in pain, feeling helpless:
"At this time, even if you have great abilities, you can't get through it. Sister, you should go find the student leader quickly. This is very different from the battlefield!"
Gong Qian stamped her feet vigorously and ran away quickly. It was not until half an hour later that the fanatical crowd gradually calmed down. The blood oozing from the wound had stained An Yi's white-washed old military uniform. Only then did the students realize
After his own collision, someone shouted loudly. A dozen people lifted An Yi up again, and quickly rushed to the door of the barracks with hundreds of people clearing the way. They handed An Yi, who was turning pale and in great pain, to the doctor.
The doctors and priests who shouted to God quickly carried An Yi back to the barracks, took off An Yi's clothes, shook their heads and sighed, and gave him emergency treatment. At this time, An Yi's chest had not yet been removed and the stitches were gradually healing in the shape of a cross.