After Luo Jinming pulled his neck and yelled, a middle-aged man came out of the house wearing clothes.
When he saw it was Luo Jinming through the fence, he immediately frowned, "Why is it you again?
My father doesn't Did you say you don’t know?”
"This is Mr.
Huang's son Huang Zhonghua."
Luo Jinming turned around and said, "It's not me, it's not me, it's these guys."
Luo Jinming pointed behind him, "These guys came here specifically to apologize."
"Apologise."
The middle-aged man looked at Zhang Guozhong and his son and Captain Lu.
He didn't look like a bad person.
"What are you apologizing for?"
"It's like this.
I'm the captain of the archaeological team.
Your father tried to persuade me a few days ago, but I didn't listen.
Now something really happened, so I'm here to apologize to the old man.
I'm here on behalf of the government."
Captain Lu was quite cool.
Can talk.
"Come in."
When he heard the word "government", the middle-aged man's face lighted up, "Dad, the government sent people here."
To be honest, although the reform and opening up has been going on for many years, Mr.
Huang's family really doesn't look like a modern family.
Apart from a 14-inch small color TV, the only household appliance is an electric fan.
It is in tatters everywhere.
Even the eating bowls are chipped.
As soon as he entered the room, Zhang Guozhong could not help but feel sad.
He was somewhat of an old revolutionary.
If he didn't reach out to himself, wouldn't the local government be more proactive?
When he saw Captain Lu, the old man's face immediately darkened.
He sat on the kang and turned his head without saying a word.
"Mr.
Huang," Captain Lu didn't know what to say, "Hey, I was blinded that day, and I couldn't help it.
I value your advice, but there are tasks above, and I can't help myself.
I hope you will always Can understand " "Huh!"
The old man hummed hard and babbled a lot.
After saying this, Luo Jinming finally understood why Captain Lu said he didn't understand at the time, because he didn't understand either.
"My father said that if you don't listen to the old man's words, you will get upset," Huang Zhonghua translated.
"Oh, I know now that something is wrong.
The old man taught me the right lesson."
Captain Lu smiled with a smile on his face, but Mr.
Huang still didn't say a word, crossed his legs and smoked a cigarette and looked out the window.
"Old man, I heard you say that Taoists once set up a dojo here.
I would like to ask you about the situation at that time."
Zhang Guozhong asked softly, "I am the descendant of these Taoists."
When Zhang Guozhong said this, not only Mr.
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Huang, but also Luo Jinming and Captain Lu were so shocked that their eyes widened.
"Look, is this the Taoist who came here back then?"
Zhang Guozhong secretly rejoiced.
Fortunately, he still had the photo of Mr.
Ma that he got from Qianyuan Temple with him.
After taking the photo, Mr.
Huang finally saw a smile on his face, nodded slightly, and mumbled.
"My dad said that there is the Taoist priest in the middle and the two on the right, but not the three on the left," Huang Zhonghua translated.
"Oh, are you sure?"
Zhang Guozhong frowned.
The photo was none other than Mr.
Ma and his five disciples.
According to the records of Qianyuan Temple, this photo was taken in 1935 by the Englishman Li Fulai.
According to what the master said at that time, when Mr.
Ma left Qianyuan Temple, he took five apprentices with him.
The two apprentices on the right that Mr.
Huang is referring to are the fourth apprentice Liu Zhenyu and the younger apprentice Dai Zhenyun.
"My dad said he has a deep memory.
He said there was an old Taoist priest, but you don't see him in this photo."
Mr.
Huang sighed and started talking in a gibbering voice.
Huang Zhonghua acted as a simultaneous translator.
In May 1940, the Battle of Zaoyi began.
The Japanese army assembled the 3rd, 13th, and 39th Divisions, the 1st Division of the 6th and 40th Divisions, and the 18th Brigade, totaling more than 80 troops.
A Japanese brigade with a strength of one brigade was equivalent to a division of the National Army at that time.
Under the command of Sonobe Kazuichiro, commander of the Japanese Eleventh Army, he launched a fierce attack on the Fifth Theater of the National Army in an attempt to destroy the fifth theater of the Japanese Army.
The main force in the theater was surrounded and annihilated in the Zaoyang and Yichang areas.
Under the desperate resistance of the Chinese army, the Japanese army failed to achieve its goal in the end.
In the end, our army cut off the transportation lines of Dangyang and Jingmen, becoming a turtle in the urn.
Although the Japanese army did not achieve its goal in the end, However, the losses of the national army far exceeded expectations.
General Zhang Zizhong, a famous anti-Japanese general and commander-in-chief of the Kuomintang's 33rd Group Army, also died in this battle.
Huang Zongzu was the deputy captain of the Huangjiawan guerrillas at the time.
The entire guerrillas consisted of thirty-seven people, including two female comrades who were responsible for liaison with the underground party district committee.
When the Zaoyi battle started, the guerrillas took over The order came: mobilize all mobilizable forces, distract the enemy's attention to the best of our ability, destroy the enemy's combat facilities as much as possible, and fully cooperate with the frontline to resist Japan.
Later, due to the fall of Yichang and the sacrifice of the liaison officer, the communication between the guerrillas and the underground party was temporarily interrupted.
In order to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings, captain Chen Jian led the guerrillas to get in touch with the 18th Army of the Kuomintang and began to cooperate with the 18th Army.
Launched resistance against the Japanese Third Division.
At first, the Kuomintang army was very dismissive of the guerrillas, and basically just let the guerrillas do some rear-line work.
This made those guerrillas who had experienced hundreds of battles very unconvinced.
Later, captain Chen Jian and the Eighteenth Army of the Kuomintang A regiment leader of the 99th Division named Wang made a bet that if the guerrillas could seize the Japanese arsenal in Yichang County within three days, they would be assigned a large task.
If they could not seize it within three days, the guerrillas would Captain Chen Jian had a rather reckless temperament and agreed to work for the 199th Division for a year.
However, he was dumbfounded when he arrived near the arsenal in Yichang County.
It turned out that the arsenal was located on the outskirts of Yichang City.
Therefore, it has a special meaning for the Japanese army.
The security is quite tight.
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There are people patrolling day and night from 300 meters away from the arsenal.
Even if they have 50 days to dig tunnels, let alone five days, they will not be able to dig them.
The guerrillas were also lucky.
Just when the deadline was about to expire in two days, the Second Group Army of the National Development Party came over.
The Japanese did not have many troops left in the Yichang area, so those who were three hundred meters away All the idle people on patrol were transferred to the front line.
There were only about two squads of people left behind in the arsenal.
The Japanese army had about forty people per squad.
Excluding those who took shifts and rested, there were only about thirty people standing guard.
One-on-one hard work.
We are all rich.
This made captain Chen Jianle so bad that on the last night he led a raid on the arsenal and seized a lot of Type 94 pistols and grenades before detonating the explosives.
Not only was no one in the entire guerrilla group injured, but they were equipped with modern equipment.
The bombing of the arsenal was a blow to the Japanese.
Both the Eighteenth National Army and the Third Army issued commendation orders, but they did not know who to award.
All the divisions and regiments under the army did not know who they were.
Who blew up the Japanese arsenal?
It was Captain Wang who finally reported it to the headquarters.
Only then did the senior generals of the national army know that such a brave and capable guerrilla group was still active behind enemy lines.
After this incident, the headquarters had to look at this guerrilla force with admiration, and gradually began to assign some tasks to the guerrillas that were more difficult than front-line combat, such as bombing warehouses and burning company camps, until the battle of Zaoyi It ends until the guerrillas regain contact with the underground party.
Just as the Battle of Zaoyi was about to end, the guerrillas received such a task, which was to cooperate with the engineers to secretly build two French platforms.
"Fatai" Zhang Guozhong frowned.
"Yes, Fatai."
Old Huang nodded vigorously, but he could understand these two words.
According to Huang Zong's recollection, the person who issued the task was not a KMT general, but a strange person.
The so-called strange does not mean appearance or behavior, but the age is very strange.
It is said that he was born in 1903, which theoretically means he is in his thirties, but he looks like he is almost sixty.
For a small guerrilla, this is very strange.
What the man was holding was an order written by Li Zongren, the commander-in-chief of the Fifth War Zone of the Kuomintang: The dispatch order orders your department to accept full dispatch.
Anyone who sees this order is like seeing Li Zongren, the courtesy name of De Lin.
Below is a bright red seal.
It seems that this handwritten order is like the ancient Shang Fang sword.
It is valid for anyone as long as it is Li Zongren's subordinate.
As for this mysterious holder, it was personally introduced by the commander Wang at that time.
At that time, Yichang City had been captured, and the guerrilla team headquarters was located in the enemy-occupied area, so everything was quite risky.
In order to deceive others, the construction of the Jiangnan Statue was disguised as a folk ceremony, and the guerrillas organized hundreds of ordinary people to serve as a cover.
The Jiangbei Statue was simply dug underground because it was close to the Japanese patrol point, and all activities were carried out.
It was all done secretly at night.
There are four brothers in the guerrilla team.
The craftsmanship of stone masonry has been inherited from the family.
All the square bricks of the altar were cut by these four brothers.
It is said that the patterns were cut out exactly according to the Taoist drawings.
There are two methods in Jiangnan and Jiangbei.
The platform consists of a total of 360 stone bricks, enough to be hewn After three days and three nights, due to time constraints, one of the four brothers died of exhaustion.
The stone pillars used to build the altar were placed in coffins.
There was indeed a dead person in the coffin, and the pillars were transported from other places under the dead people.
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I don't know where it comes from.
"On the night when the spell was cast, there was a storm and the river flowed backwards."
Huang Zhonghua was sweating while translating.
He didn't even believe it himself.
"If you throw a tree branch into the river, it will spin in circles."
In Old Man Huang's memory, one night, all the villagers except the guerrillas were warned not to go out, and the guerrillas, together with a squad of Kuomintang scouts in civilian clothes, were responsible for guarding the altar.
For this reason, Commander Wang also sent someone to equip each of the guerrillas with a carbine, the most advanced carbine at the time.
You know, this was a fashionable firearm that even the ace troops of the Kuomintang could hardly guarantee.
It had just been handed over to the guerrillas.
At that time, most people couldn’t even find insurance anywhere.
"I once met the Taoist priest in the photo, and I wanted to ask them what they wanted to do.
Although everyone was superstitious at that time, they also knew their priorities.
The Japanese devils were already at the door of their house.
If they had the money to practice the Dharma Tower, why not Let’s buy some machine guns to fight the Japanese.”
Although Old Man Huang was slurred in speech despite his age, his thinking was very clear.
"Master Tao told me: There is no quiet place in the world, no worries, no worries, so it is quiet.
However, the world is robbed and the people are in ruins.
How can I be free from worries even if I die?
I couldn't understand it at the time, so I asked someone to write this down.
After sitting down, I wanted to wait until the Taoist master finished the method and ask questions, but when he said this, Old Man Huang burst into tears and couldn't say a word.
"What's the result?"
Zhang Guozhong couldn't wait.
"I am responsible for Jiangbei.
According to Master Dao's instructions, no matter what happens, we are not allowed to go in.
We have been guarding the door for three days.
Then we felt that something was really wrong, so we went in and found Master Dao that he was bleeding to death from all his orifices.
Huang Zhonghua translated while wiping his tears for his father, "Later I They sent people back to report the news, only to find out that the Taoist priest there also died, but he died while sitting and bleeding from all his orifices.
Because it was peaceful in the south, the villagers buried the Taoist priest and the Taoist priest in the north together.
His death was so tragic that we could only smuggle Master Dao’s body to Jiangnan for burial."
"Do you know what their purpose is for doing this?"
Zhang Guozhong's eyes also turned red.
"Later I found out that on the night when Taoist did what he did, the Japs had a group of reinforcements and weapons and ammunition to be transported to Yichang by water.
Taoist risked his life and capsized the Japs' boat."
Old Man Huang sighed with tears in his eyes. , "If I had known this was the case, I would have had to build a good coffin for the Taoist master after I sold the house.
What a pity.
I went back to find the one who gave the order.
He was gone long ago.
I don't even know the names of the two Taoist masters."
"It seems that there is indeed such a record," Captain Lu said, "When the Battle of Zaoyi was about to end, a Japanese transport fleet wiped out several brigades of troops on the Yangtze River, including thousands of tons of weapons, ammunition, and strategic materials.
The Japanese army in Wuhan was also weakened, and it was difficult to organize large-scale reinforcements.
At that time, the land transportation lines in Dangyang and Jingmen had been cut off by the national army.
The Japanese army entrenched in Yichang was in a dilemma, so they planned to take the waterway from Wuhan to supply Yichang.
At that time, the Kuomintang's river defense force was already very weak.
If this transport team had not been sunk in a storm midway, the entire campaign would have been dragged on.
If the Japanese army takes advantage of this period to adjust its deployment and open up land transportation routes, the main force of the entire fifth theater may be brought down."
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"By the way, young man, who are you from that Taoist master?"
Old Man Huang asked Zhang Guozhong.
"Hey," Zhang Guozhong's eyes were red, "He is my uncle, Mr.
Huang, can you take me to see that Taoist master's grave?"
"It's long gone.
I remember that the grave was by the river at that time.
I went there every year.
Then one year I went there and found that they were dug by sand diggers.
They were dug by sand dredging boats."
"Ah, the sand digger said so."
Zhang Guozhong and Luo Jinming looked at each other in unison, "Could it be that the remains in the hotel belong to Mr.
Ma?"
Before leaving, Zhang Guozhong called Huang Zhonghua into the yard, took out five thousand yuan from his bag and handed it over.
"Brother Zhang, what are you doing?"
Huang Zhonghua pushed back Zhang Guozhong's money.
"Brother Huang, don't get me wrong.
This is the money I gave to the old man.
The old man goes to pay homage to my uncle every year.
I have nothing to honor him.
I just brought so much today and I will come back to say thank you someday."
"Oh."
Huang Zhonghua hesitated for a moment and accepted the money.
"Actually, the government comes every year and gives money and things.
My father doesn't want anything, saying he can't cause trouble to the country.
There have been few fish in the river in the past two years."
By the way, Brother Zhang, what’s the name of that Taoist Master?”
"This" Zhang Guozhong hesitated, "surname is Ma, Taoist name is Si Jiazi Ma Sijia" "That's right, absolutely don't dig it up.
How can you bury it for me?"
Captain Lu kept shouting while holding Zhang Guozhong's mobile phone.
"I don't care about the report.
You make up your own reasons.
What has no value to be discovered and what is not "It's a historic site.
You make up your own and tell Director Mou that if you want to dig it out, let him dig it out by himself.
Just tell me what I said."
As soon as he went out, the first thing Zhang Guozhong did was to call Manager Qi of the Yingzun Hotel and ask how the wall with human bones was treated.
"The eagle was thrown into the river," Manager Qi answered simply.
"Throw it into the river."
Zhang Guozhong regretted why he told him to throw it into the river.
If it was buried, he could find someone to dig it out.
Where would he find it if it was thrown into the river?
He is indeed one of Wang Zihao's subordinates.
How can it save trouble?
"Mr.
Zhang, don't worry.
I'm standing in the middle of the Yangtze River Bridge and I'll make sure that if I throw it to the deepest place, there's absolutely no way I can catch anything."
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Manager Qi was quite confident.
Zhang Guozhong was almost crying on the phone.
Early morning, Wuhan Yangtze River Bridge.
"Yicheng, recite some poems about the Yangtze River for me."
"An old friend bids farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower in the west.
Under the fireworks in March, Yangzhou's solitary sails are far away in the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River can be seen flowing in the sky."
Zhang Yicheng stood by the river, raised his hand and let go of the kite in his hand.
In the blue sky, this kite flew Spreading its wings and soaring high, it kept chirping into the river.
"Do you know who wrote it?"
Looking at the surging river, Zhang Guozhong smiled at Zhang Yicheng.
"Li Bai, dad, what's wrong with you?"
"I'll teach you another song, listen up."
Zhang Guozhong ignored his son's question and recited a poem by himself, "The green mountains can't stop the floods, but the long embankments can only be made of flesh and blood.
It's hard for the three people to survive, and the common people Please comfort my body" "Hey, dad, who wrote this?
Is this a poem describing the Yangtze River?"
At this time, the kite flew back again and landed in Zhang Yicheng's hands.
"Yicheng, do you know what a hero is?"
Zhang Guozhong said.
"Dad, what do you mean by this?"
"You will understand when you grow up."
Zhang Guozhong looked at the rolling river under his feet, then pulled Zhang Yicheng and walked towards Hankou.
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