Sorghum stalked the big basket this time and actually let the criminal Yang Yuting wanted to arrest escape.
After a hasty trial, the Military Justice Department sentenced him to death and executed him immediately.
The solitary room was converted from the former prayer room of Feng Yuxiang's army.
The space is neither big nor small.
There are pig head meat and Erguotou on the table, as well as a bowl of sorghum rice, which is the last supper of sorghum stalks.
Sorghum stalk was a bandit, and was later recruited by the army.
He was at the forefront of several wars and made many military exploits.
He has killed countless people in his life.
He has long been indifferent to life and death.
He is about to be shot.
He is still a big man.
Eat meat from a big bowl and drink wine, but the bowl of sorghum rice with wooden chopsticks in front of you is still untouched.
When he was a child, his family was poor and there was no meat available.
The landlord's family killed pigs for meat.
He stole a piece in the pot house and was beaten half to death.
Only then did he join the green forest and become a bandit.
Now that his time has come, this bowl of pig head meat made him Reminds me of the taste of those days.
The brothers in the company came together to see Sorghum Stalk off.
They all had sad faces, and one of the younger ones even wiped away tears.
Sorghum Stalk, however, was still chatting and laughing: "Why cry?
There is nothing to cry about.
I have made my life worth it, right?"
"Has my brother escaped?"
Everyone said that the military police didn't catch a single hair.
Gao Liangshu nodded: "Okay, it's time for me to get on my way."
The military police came to escort the prisoners.
Gao Lianghuo clasped his fists and said, "Guys, we're tired.
Let's go ahead.
I'll wait for you below."
The military policemen were so angry that their noses were twisted, but they didn't have the temper to be angry with a man who was about to die.
They escorted him out, and there were all the soldiers watching the fun.
The sorghum stalks were still in glory even before they died, and they couldn't help but tremble.
He got up, cleared his throat and yelled a few lines, which won applause from the audience.
"I will be a good man again in eighteen years," Gao Lianghuo shouted.
The military police tied him up behind his back, tied up his trouser legs, covered his head with a black cloth, and pushed him to the wall.
"Ready" came the command, followed by the sound of a gun being pulled.
"Damn it, I haven't married yet."
Sorghum stalk, who was about to die, finally felt a trace of regret.
"Save the man under the gun!"
a loud shout came, and the sound of horse hooves came from far and near.
"The old commander has an order, save the life of the sorghum stalk, and the case will be retried."
The military police put away their guns and returned home.
The commander's orders were God's and Yang Yuting couldn't speak.
Sorghum stalk's life was finally saved.
The soldiers swarmed up and cheered, taking off Sorghum's black cloth hood, untying the rope, lifting him up and throwing him into the sky, and then got out of the way.
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Sorghum dropped a solid buttock, rubbed his buttocks and cursed: "You grandsons, wait" There was a burst of laughter, and the officer who came to deliver the order said on horseback: "You just pack up the sorghum stalks and follow me into the city.
The regiment commander wants to see you."
"Yes" the sorghum stalks snapped to attention.
The bulk of the soldiers' sorghum stalks were brought to the Prince's Mansion in Shuncheng.
This was the residence of Zhang Zuolin and his son, as well as the headquarters of Fengjun.
The soldiers on duty were all wearing yellow woolen military uniforms, and they were tall and tall.
On their collars were nails with the inscription "Mansion Guards" "Bronze medal with the words "This is a serious and handsome guard.
The ultimate dream of every Fengjun brother is to wear this military uniform.
On this occasion, Gao Liangsao remained careless and followed the adjutant to Zhang Xueliang's room.
He stood outside and shouted: "Report" "Come in."
A familiar voice came from the room.
Gao Liang Zhuo stepped into the room.
He was startled.
Sitting on the chair of the Grand Master was actually Chen Zikun who had escaped from the military camp.
Looking next to him, Zhang Xueliang was sitting in a rocking chair with a smile, a pipe in his mouth, the atmosphere was very harmonious, and it didn't look like he was going to use force.
He scratched his head and wondered: "Legion Commander, do you know Xiao Bailong?"
Zhang Xueliang laughed loudly: "Little White Dragon with Two Guns and Fast Legs, right?
This name is quite powerful.
Brother Kunwu, please tell your old brother what your current status is."
Chen Zikun stepped forward and hugged the sorghum stalks, and said with a smile: "No matter the identity, brothers are brothers."
Sorghum stalk is not stupid.
Since Xiao Bailong is the young marshal's guest, his status is naturally not low.
He smiled honestly and said: "Brother, I haven't seen you in a few years.
You must be prosperous."
Zhang Xueliang said: "Not only is it developed, it is simply a meteoric rise.
This old brother of yours is now the superintendent of a province, a brave general, Marshal Chen who is famous in the southeast."
Sorghum Stalk's eyes widened.
In the past, no one knew each other's real names.
It turned out that the famous Jiangdong Governor Chen Zikun was Xiao Bailong.
"Brother, this is true," Gao Liangshou stuttered in excitement.
"Really."
Chen Zikun said, and added, "If it weren't for you, I would be dead today.
The commander-in-chief and the supervisor will all be finished."
Gao Liangcao smiled: "That's right, our lucky brothers have their own destiny."
Zhang Xueliang said: "It's late, let's have dinner, you brothers sit together and have a good chat."
The kitchen in the handsome manor was on fire at any time, and the banquet was served in a short time.
Zhang Xueliang and Chen Zikun just moved their chopsticks symbolically, and then they watched Sorghum Stalk eat happily.
"What a straightforward and honest man."
Zhang Xueliang glanced at Chen Zikun.
Chen Zikun said: "Sorghum stalk, what is your current military rank?"
With a mouth full of sorghum stalk wine and a cheek full of meat, he spoke slurredly: "I used to be a captain and company commander, but later I was dismissed and became a leader again."
Chen Zikun asked: "Are the brothers in the gang still in contact?"
"I don't know, some are dead, some are scattered.
I joined other gangs first, and then I couldn't piss in the same pot with them, so I just ate food and served as a soldier.
I fought several battles, and I'm still alive.
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It’s God who takes care of me.”
The sorghum stalks were flying up and down with the chopsticks as I kept eating.
Zhang Xueliang said: "Now I give you two choices.
One is to follow Chen Zikun and go to Jiangdong Army to develop.
The other is to stay in Fengjun and become a guard with me.
You can choose for yourself."
Gao Liangcao said without hesitation: "I will serve as guards with the legion commander."
Zhang Xueliang glanced at Chen Zikun proudly and asked, "Why?"
Gao Lianghuo said: "Xiao Bailong and I are old brothers.
I don't feel comfortable serving as a soldier under him.
It's better to stay in Fengjun and be more comfortable.
Besides, my life was saved by the legion commander.
I won't sell my life to you."
Who else are you selling it to?”
Zhang Xueliang laughed loudly: "Okay, I will restore the rank of captain to you and become my adjutant."
Sorghum stalk pushed the table and stood up, standing at attention and saluting: "Thank you, legion commander."
"Sit down and eat slowly."
Zhang Xueliang was in a good mood.
He took a cigar and handed it to Chen Zikun: "Brother Kunwu, our Fengjun can retain talents.
Don't be jealous."
Chen Zikun said with a smile: "A gentleman never takes what others like.
Gao Liang is definitely a loyal man.
You can use him, Qing Han.
By the way, who did this?
I'm afraid it's not that simple.
Even Your phones are tapped."
Zhang Xueliang said bluntly, "It's not that serious.
It's just that the people around me were lax and leaked the news that I invited you to play cards to Yang Yuting."
Chen Zikun said curiously: "I have no grudge against Yang Yuting, why would he kill me?"
Zhang Xueliang said: "I heard that it was Xu Shuzheng who sent the secret message asking Yang Yuting to attack you.
In the past, when our Fengjun and Anhui clique had a good relationship, Yang Yuting and Xu Shuzheng used to organize and train the border defense army together, and they had a relationship."
Chen Zikun finally understood that the person who wanted to harm him was Xu Shuzheng.
He had let him go several times, but he had killed them all.
It seemed that he could not save his kindness as a woman.
"The old commander has issued a strict order.
This matter is not allowed to be spread outside.
Brother Kunwu looks at my face.
Don't argue with Yang Linge.
I will take care of him later."
Zhang Xueliang advised.
Chen Zikun thought to himself that I was in Beijing and had no money to argue with him, so he could only snort and said: "For Han Qing's sake, let's forget it this time."
"Drink and drink."
Zhang Xueliang raised his cup, "After drinking, play eight rounds of mahjong to calm your nerves."
In the evening, we played cards as usual.
Gao Liang was lucky enough to sit at the card table and play cards with the young marshal.
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After eight rounds, Gao Liang, a newbie, actually won the most.
He made more money than he had earned in ten years of military pay, followed by Chen Zikun.
He also made a lot of money.
Zhang Xueliang lost tens of thousands of yuan, but he was in a very good mood.
He deliberately let the two of them win money.
Firstly, he took the opportunity to apologize to Chen Zikun, and secondly, he wanted to win people's hearts and spend a small amount of money.
The next day, Chen Zikun went to Union Hospital as scheduled to visit the seriously ill Sun Yat-sen again.
According to his wife, the radium radiotherapy had little effect and the liver cancer was in the advanced stage.
After consultation, doctors from the United Kingdom, the United States and Germany agreed that there was nothing that could be done to save Mr.
Time is running out.
Chen Zikun pondered for a long time and said: "Western medicine treats the symptoms but not the root cause.
There are many famous Chinese medicine doctors in Beijing who you can try.
It may have unexpected curative effects."
Soong Ching Ling seemed to see hope and said hurriedly: "The Prime Minister believes in Western medicine.
We have tried to persuade him many times but he is still unwilling to accept TCM treatment.
Why don't you persuade him."
Chen Zikun thought to himself, who am I?
Why should Mr.
Sun listen to me?
But since his wife has spoken, he has to bite the bullet and wait for Sun Wen to come out from radiotherapy.
Then he goes in to visit and listen to what he said about politics and diplomacy.
In fact, while taking a break, Chen Zikun proposed the use of traditional Chinese medicine treatment.
"It's useless, I'm terminally ill, that's clear."
Sun Wen refused with a smile.
Chen Zikun said: "Sir, what you said is wrong.
You are a revolutionary.
Although you are not afraid of death, your departure will bring huge losses to the Chinese revolution.
Western medicine has no effect.
Although traditional Chinese medicine cannot bring the dead back to life, it can continue to protect the patient."
In terms of curative effect on life, it is still better than Western medicine.
There are many famous old Chinese doctors who have unique knowledge passed down from their families, treasures of Chinese medical culture.
Since you are already like this, why not give it a try?
Even if it is not good, it will not be much worse.
If it can last for a few years With a long life, wouldn’t there be hope for the Chinese revolution?”
Sun Wen was finally moved by these words, and he nodded and said: "Okay, I agree, but since we use traditional Chinese medicine, we can no longer live in Union Hospital.
Chinese and Western medicine are different, and it is disrespectful to use acupuncture and Chinese medicine in a Western hospital. them."
Chen Zikun said yes and left the house.
The attendants who had been waiting for him immediately took action and carried Sun Wen onto a stretcher.
The car was already prepared and they left the Union Hospital and headed straight to the end of Iron Lion Alley
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