Chen Zikun got up with difficulty, sat down at the small table, picked up the wine bottle, poured a glass, and drank it.
The strong wine irritated the damaged oral mucosa, and he took a breath of cold air in pain: "Hiss, what's so delicious?
liquor" The unfamiliar voice said: "This is a local wine produced by Kweichow Moutai."
Chen Zikun was deeply moved.
He didn't expect that the first time he drank the famous Maotai liquor would be while on death row.
He simply raised the wine bottle and took a big sip, shouting: "Happy!"
"Young man, you are almost dead, why are you not afraid at all?"
the man said.
Chen Zikun said: "You can achieve success with a sword, and you will live up to your youth.
Come, come, don't hide it, have a drink with me."
A lame old man wearing an old military uniform walked out of the darkness, with a bunch of keys hanging in his waist, which made a rattling sound as he walked.
He dragged his lame leg while walking and said: "No wonder the commander doesn't kill you, you kid.
It’s quite interesting.”
When he came closer, he took the key and opened the cell door.
He sat face to face with Chen Zikun, picked up the wine glass, took a sip, and smacked his lips: "Guizhou produces good wine, Yanzhao produces heroes, young people, I guess your accent is from the north." " Chen Zikun said: "I am an orphan and I don't know where my hometown is."
The old soldier said: "That's it.
Marshal's parents also died young, and he grew up alone.
You can't escape the death penalty for assassinating the Marshal today, but your bravery is remarkable.
Good man, I'll drink with you." " The two of them had a few drinks.
Chen Zikun glanced at the key on Lao Jun's waist and said, "You old man is quite courageous.
Aren't you afraid of me?"
Lao Jun laughed loudly: "I have lived for sixty years and have never seen anything in the world.
You were not there when I followed Feng Junmen to kill the French soldiers at Zhennanguan."
Chen Zikun said: "It turns out he is an old hero, disrespectful."
The old army smiled calmly and said: "He is just an old wounded soldier.
When it comes to heroes, in Guangdong and Guangxi, our commander-in-chief is the first."
Chen Zikun said: "No more than a martial artist, let alone a hero."
The old soldier said: "Young man, let me tell you a story."
Chen Zikun said: "Listen attentively."
"Once upon a time, there was a child.
His father died when he was two years old, and his mother died when he was ten years old.
He wandered around the world at a young age, sleeping in ruined temples and coffins.
At the age of sixteen, he helped the people eliminate harm and killed a French priest.
Dog, left his hometown and came to Shuikou, Longzhou, to help the chieftain guard the cemetery, and developed good marksmanship and courage.
Later, he roamed the mountains and forests, killing foreigners without committing any crime against the common people, and was called a righteous bandit. " The old army said this, then paused and said: "Later, this man became the Admiral of Guangxi in the Qing Dynasty, and the patrol envoy of Guangxi and Guangxi in the Republic of China.
Half of the vast country of China was under his control.
He was Marshal Lu Rongting."
Chen Zikun said solemnly: "He is indeed a hero in troubled times."
The old army smiled proudly: "There are clouds in the world.
There is Zhang Zuolin in the north and Lu Rongting in the south.
In fact, this sentence is wrong.
How can Zhang Zuolin be compared with our commander-in-chief?
There was a peace negotiation between the north and the south.
Zhang Zuolin and the commander-in-chief met in the capital.
Compare marksmanship, Zhang Zuolin's marksmanship was nothing more than a minor skill in front of the commander.
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Zhang refused to accept it and compared the wounds on his body.
The commander took off his shirt on the spot and counted more than eighty wounds, while Zhang Zuolin only had more than fifty.
From then on, Zhang did not dare to attack anyone anymore.
Arrogant in front of the commander."
Chen Zikun was silent, but his heart was filled with turmoil.
Although Lao Jun's words were a little sentimental, they were still true.
Being able to grow from an orphan to a commander with thousands of miles of land, Lu Rongting can really be regarded as a tycoon of a generation.
Such a legendary experience, As a seven-foot man, how can you not yearn for it?
It's a pity that my good head will be beheaded on the execution ground, and no matter how much ambition I have, it will be difficult to realize it.
He couldn't help but sigh when he thought of this.
Lao Jun drank another drink and staggered out. ,
For six days, Lao Jun came to drink and chat with Chen Zikun every day, feeding him big fish and meat every day.
The injury healed quickly.
By the seventh day, Chen Zikun was already familiar with the glorious history of Lu Rongting and the ins and outs of the Guangzhou military government.
Now, my Cantonese proficiency has also improved a lot.
I might say I'm still not very fluent, but I sound pretty good at it.
Suddenly the cell door opened wide, and a team of policemen came in and took Chen Zikun away and took him to the Guangzhou Criminal Court.
There were already five prisoners with deer-headed and rat-like eyes in the court who were being tried.
The judge was stunned and asked: "Yin Weijun was the one who was killed by you." " Chen Zikun's heart immediately lifted.
The leading prisoner said: "Yes, it was exactly what our Shantou Five Tigers did."
The judge said: "Why did you kill him?"
The prisoner said: "It's just because we robbed a beautiful girl that day and were about to do something, but she ruined our good deeds.
We couldn't beat her, so we had to choose another opportunity, buy firearms from Guangzhou, beat her to death with our faces covered, and then we left.
A bad breath."
The judge said: "Killing someone on the street is an unforgivable crime.
I have sentenced you to death in accordance with the law.
You may have any objections."
Some of the prisoners cried bitterly, some were stunned, and some kowtowed and begged for mercy.
The judge waved his hand and took them into custody.
"It turns out that my aunt was beaten to death by these gangsters."
Chen Zikun was shocked.
Then, Chen Zikun was taken to the trial stand.
The judge picked up the case file, looked at it, and asked: "Seven days ago, you attempted to assassinate the president of the military government, Marshal Lu.
During the assassination, you killed four guards and injured five others.
But is it true?"
Chen Zikun said proudly: "Yes."
The judge was not verbose: "You must kill someone to pay for your life.
This court will sentence you to death in accordance with the law.
Do you have anything to say?"
Chen Zikun shook his head, his heart was filled with despair.
He was not afraid of death, but he felt that he had been unjustly killed, acted too impulsively, and could easily be taken advantage of by others.
If he could live again, he would never make such mistakes again.
The condemned prisoners were taken to the execution ground.
During the transportation, Chen Zikun also thought about escaping, but the shackles were heavy and the guards were tight, so there was no chance.
The execution ground is on a hill outside Guangzhou, with green grass, blue sky and clear water.
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Six prisoners are lined up in a row, with signs behind their backs and black cloths on their faces.
The execution soldiers stand far away, amidst the officer's command.
Pull the bolt and load the bullet.
In an instant, countless figures flashed through Chen Zikun's mind, "See you in the next life."
He thought helplessly.
The gun rang out, but Chen Zikun did not fall down.
He only heard the sound of his body falling to the ground.
After a while, he was taken to the car again.
In a daze, he was taken to a large house.
He entered the room and took off the shackles.
After untying the black cloth on his face, he saw two people sitting in the hall.
One in the middle was Lu Rongting, and the other turned out to be the lame old soldier who was guarding him.
However, what the old soldier was wearing at this time was not an old military uniform, but a brand-new army general uniform.
Seeing Chen Zikun's puzzled look, he laughed and said, "We have been chatting for seven days, why don't you recognize my old friend?"
” Chen Zikun said: "You are" The old soldier said: "Let me tell you one last story.
After Marshal Lu came to Longzhou, he helped people ferry people.
The old ferryman gave birth to a son and a daughter.
Later, his daughter married Lu Rongting, and his son joined the army with him, fighting in the north and south. , became the governor of Guangxi and the commander-in-chief of the Hunan-Guangdong-Guangxi Allied Forces.
This ferryman’s son is named Tan Haoming, and he is my subordinate.”
Chen Zikun was stunned.
Lu Rongting and Tan Haoming smiled at each other and seemed very satisfied with the effect.
"Boy, the commander-in-chief appreciates you very much.
He sent people to Shantou that day to investigate the murder and find the murderer to avenge your aunt.
Now that the murderer has been brought to justice and your vengeance is over, do you still want to kill the commander-in-chief?"
Tan Haoming asked with a smile. road.
No matter how stupid Chen Zikun was, he knew what to do.
He knelt down on one knee and said, "Thank you, Marshal.
The Deputy Marshal avenged me.
Chen has nothing to do in return.
From now on, this life will only be driven by the Marshal."
Lu Rongting laughed loudly, stood up from his seat, and waved, and the servant brought a tray, which contained a set of military uniforms and a pair of riding boots.
"I have found my way back from my lost way.
It's not in vain for all my hard work.
Come on, come on.
This is a custom-made military uniform for you.
Put it on."
What is there to say now?
Chen Zikun retired to change his clothes, and soon put on his military uniform and re-entered the hall.
He was tall and long-legged, and he was full of energy after putting on the custom-made military uniform.
He did not have any bad luck from coming down from the execution ground.
He stood there.
Among the group of guards from Guangdong and Guangxi, he stood out.
Although Lu Rongting admired Chen Zikun quite a lot, Chen Zikun had killed several of his guards after all, and keeping him by his side would inevitably cause discord among the guards.
He smiled at his brother-in-law and said, "Yuebo, this guy will be your adjutant."
Tan Haoming said: "That's very good."
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From that day on, Chen Zikun became the adjutant of Guangxi warlord Tan Haoming, with the rank of second lieutenant and a monthly salary of fifty yuan.
In Shanghai, in a villa on Moliere Road in the French Concession, guard Huang Luyao gently opened the study door and said: "Prime Minister, there is an urgent call from Guangzhou."
Sun Wen took the telegram, read it, put it down and sighed: "Another good comrade has been sacrificed.
I have repeatedly warned him not to assassinate Lu Rongting, but you young people always act on your own initiative."
The circles around his eyes turned red as he spoke.
He pinched the bridge of his nose with his hand and said, "The revolution has a long way to go.
We cannot afford such sacrifices.
Lu Yao, prepare incense and candles.
I want to pay homage to the martyrs."
Huang Luyao quietly retreated, and when he went out to buy incense and tin foil, he suddenly thought of Chen Zikun's instructions, so he went to Jianbingshu Apartment on Sima Road to report his funeral.
After knocking on the door for a long time, no one answered.
A neighbor came over and said, "There are no more people here."
When people live there, their maid jumped into the river and died, and the family carries the body to cause trouble.
This business cannot continue. " "Do you know where they moved to?"
Huang Luyao asked.
The neighbor muttered, "Who knows."
Huang Luyao left sadly and came to Jingwu Club to report the news of Chen Zikun's death.
After Liu Zhensheng heard the bad news, he couldn't help but burst into tears.
He didn't expect that the last farewell at the Jingwu Association would become an eternal farewell.
He called a meeting with his apprentices and said sadly: "Chen Zhen died for the revolution, and his spirit will live on forever."
Everyone in the Jingwu Association was full of dignity and shed tears.
The fifth senior brother's tablet was placed next to Huo Yuanjia's.
From then on, when roll call was taken every morning before the morning jog, no matter how many times the membership changed, Chen Zhen's name would always be called, and there would always be countless young voices in the queue answering: "Yes":