Reporters in the Chongqing press are no strangers to this farmer.
He is none other than General Chen Zikun, who has always been at the forefront of public opinion.
I heard that he recently left Chongqing and ceased his activities.
Unexpectedly, he was silent for less than two months and once became the focus of the news. figure.
Chen Zikun stood at the door of the plane and waved.
He was tall, with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, and five long beards.
He was really like Guan Yue.
The spotlights flashed below.
Chen Zikun came down after posing for a long time.
A group of reporters suddenly surrounded him. , holding a pen and paper, noisily asking various questions.
"Please interview the real silver heroes, I'm just taking advantage of you."
Chen Zikun sent the reporters away with one sentence, leaving only an American female reporter.
"Hi, how are you," The New York Times' Katherine Stanley smiled, extending a hand to her old friend.
"I'm so happy to see you."
Chen Zikun hugged Catherine enthusiastically, but his eyes were looking around.
"Don't look, your daughter is still studying in the United States, with my Elizabeth, but old Sean has also come to China.
You will be able to see him soon," Catherine said.
Chen Zikun was very happy to see his old friends reunited and asked Catherine how she came to China and how long she planned to live there.
"We flew over from India.
You know, flying over the Himalayas is a very difficult and dangerous thing.
I almost died there.
Let's not talk about it.
I will see old Sean in the evening and we will chat all night long."
Catherine said.
That night, a celebration party was held in Chongqing to honor the triumphant pilots.
Several crew members had already arrived in Chongqing, but many people still fell into enemy-occupied areas and their lives are still uncertain.
During the dinner, Chen Zikun was still wearing his peasant attire, sitting among a group of distinguished guests in military uniforms and suits and leather shoes, which looked very eye-catching.
Old Sean's hair was completely white, but he was still in good spirits.
He said that he had brought a full set of surgical equipment and was going to the front line to treat the wounded.
Chen Zikun and he had a good conversation, and Catherine interrupted from time to time.
"Chen, why did you shave your head?"
"This is necessary in order to prevent lice, which are a kind of parasite, from the difficult conditions behind enemy lines."
"Then why do you have a long beard?
Lice can't live in beards."
"this" Old Sean laughed: "I have experienced hundreds of battles.
I have been to North Africa, South America and Western Asia.
No matter how bad the environment in mainland China is, it can't be worse than deserts and rainforests.
My child, don't try to stop me.
No one can stop me from what I decide."
Don’t live.”
Just as he was talking, Lieutenant Colonel Doolittle came over with a cup and started chatting with Chen Zikun.
He was greatly surprised to learn that Chen Zikun graduated from West Point.
They were both aviation enthusiasts and had many common topics.
The conversation was very speculative.
Suddenly a voice came from the door: "Generalissimo Chiang Kai-shek is here."
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Chiang Kai-shek, dressed in military uniform, came to the venue surrounded by senior officials and delivered an important speech.
Chen Zikun said in a low voice: "It's very grand.
The committee members will attend in person."
Catherine said: "Because the Chinese battlefield needs a victory to inspire people.
The Battle of Burma was defeated.
The Chinese Expeditionary Force lost 60,000 people.
The British Army also suffered heavy casualties.
A bomber returning safely from enemy-occupied areas is the best propaganda. tool."
Chen Zikun was shocked because Xue Bin was in the expeditionary force.
He asked about the details of the war in Myanmar, but Catherine was vague because she didn't know the specific situation.
"Which division is your friend in?"
"New Thirty-Eighth Division, General Sun Liren's troops."
"Oh, that's okay.
General Sun led his troops to retreat into India with Stilwell.
The troops were relatively intact.
It would be hard to tell if they were General Dai Anlan's men.
They withdrew into the vast mountains of northern Myanmar.
Life or death was uncertain. ah."
Chen Zikun sighed: "The elite of the national army sacrificed their lives to rescue our allies.
How heroic."
Sean sneered: "Kid, if you knew what the British did, I'm afraid you wouldn't call them friends."
"How do you say this?"
"The British have always been selfish and arrogant.
They fought in a mess.
What was originally a battle to defend Burma turned into a battle to cover the British's escape.
These selfish cowards are a disgrace to their ancestors."
Old Sean was angry because he was in Burma at the time and witnessed the poor performance of the British army.
Catherine said: "You can't say that.
The British implement a policy of putting Europe first and then Asia.
They have no determination to defend Burma at all.
I think they will even give up on India when necessary.
After all, the British mainland is facing the threat of the Nazis.
That is the British's best choice."
Things to pay attention to.”
Old Sean stopped talking bad about the British and instead commented on the Chinese Expeditionary Force, saying that they were the best soldiers he had ever seen.
They were hardworking and not afraid of death.
If they were equipped with sophisticated weapons, they could fuck the shit out of the Japanese. .
"They are as skinny as a stick, but they seem to have endless strength.
They are honest and optimistic, and they feel satisfied when they have enough to eat.
Their equipment is extremely poor, they do not have suitable military uniforms, they have very few light machine guns, and they lack even more heavy weapons.
But these are all It’s not a problem, what’s important is to work hard and persevere like a mule.”
He chattered on and on, not listening to Chiang Kai-shek's speech on the stage.
Applause rang out.
After the committee member finished speaking, he came over with a smile on his face, shook hands with Dolittle cordially, and asked Chen Zikun: "Zikun, why are you dressed like this?"
" Chen Zikun said, neither humble nor arrogant: "As a commoner, shouldn't I wear common people's clothes?"
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The chairman smiled kindly and said nothing.
After the party, Chiang Kai-shek returned to his official residence and said to Soong Meiling: "This Chen Kunwu is commanding my army."
Song Meiling said: "No one would be willing to be retired for no reason at a young age.
I think it is a good thing for Zikun to have some opinions.
If he does it quietly, it means he has different intentions, which is dangerous."
Chiang Kai-shek said: "Observe him for a while and reinstate him as appropriate.
Late at night, at Chongqing Baishiyi Airport, a DC3 without any painting was dragged out of the hangar.
The mechanics were busy making final modifications and maintenance.
Chen Zikun squatted aside and smoked his small cigarette bag.
He watched with satisfaction as his plane returned to the battlefield.
He didn't even stay in Chongqing for 24 hours before he had to return to Jiangbei, and he had to fly back in a big way, otherwise he would not be able to live up to the field airport that the Japanese helped him build.
The most in-demand thing on the black market in Chongqing is gasoline.
Many wealthy people are reluctant to drive their cars because gasoline is so hard to buy.
China does not produce oil.
Every barrel of gasoline is shipped thousands of miles from India, so you can imagine how precious it is.
You know, owning a car nowadays does not represent status.
Being able to drive a car is what makes you awesome.
And Chen Zikun's private jet drinks gasoline that is worth dozens of cars, but the precious gasoline is poured into it for free.
Who in the Air Force does not admire this legendary hero?
Even though he has retired from active service, just one word Say hello, it doesn't matter whether it's private work or refueling and maintenance, it's easy to mobilize the Flying Tigers to bomb a county or something.
A jeep drove up quickly, and what jumped out of the car were old Sean and Catherine.
Both of them were dressed for travel, carrying a medical kit and a camera, and stood in front of Chen Zikun.
"Where are you going?"
Chen Zikun had already faintly realized that something was wrong.
"Of course, go to Jiangbei, where you fight."
Old Sean said.
Chen Zikun turned to Catherine: "As for you, you can go too if you don't want to."
"Of course, I need first-hand interview information.
The newspaper company has no suitable candidates, so I have to do it myself.
Why, aren't you welcome?"
Catherine said, raising the camera, with the airplane as the background: "Smile."
Chen Zikun immediately cooperated and struck a pose that he thought was very majestic.
In the background was a transport plane at night, and the arc light of electric welding was flashing.
It was a worker welding a steel plate to protect against small arms fire.
DC3 took off at midnight.
After three hours of night flight, it arrived in the sky above Jiangbei.
Three bonfires were lit on the ground to guide the plane to land.
The transport plane bumped on the runway of the field airport for a while and finally stopped.
A group of soldiers rushed over and were busy The items on the plane were moved down.
In addition to Old Sean's medical equipment and medicines, there were also explosives, fuses and other military supplies brought by Chen Zikun.
A mule cart carried everyone to the station.
The headquarters was located in the village.
From far away, you could hear the intensive barking of dogs.
There was a flashlight looming in the darkness.
The people on the mule cart also used flashlights to reply to the code.
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The tense atmosphere reminded people from the ocean.
Guests from the other side, this is already behind enemy lines.
Chen Zikun's headquarters is an ordinary house.
There is no sentry at the door.
There is only a vigilant yellow dog lying down.
When he sees someone coming, he gets up and wags his tail to greet them.
He enthusiastically tries to lick everyone.
Catherine is very willing.
Accepting its kindness, Chen Zikun immediately stopped him: "Don't let it lick you.
Wangcai grew up eating shit."
Catherine quickly retracted her hand and said, "Are your military dogs fed with feces?"
The driver said, "That means prosperity.
He is the dog of our headquarters.
He can eat hot shit while dogs from other families can't even eat shit."
Catherine whispered, "Oh, my God."
She turned around and retched.
After entering the gate, I saw a huge black bear lying in the concierge, and it was not tied by an iron chain.
It had a pair of small eyes half-opened, lazily looking at the guests.
Catherine subconsciously took half a step back and hid behind Chen Zikun.
"Don't be afraid, this is Chen Dazhuang, the sergeant of the artillery company."
"What" "Dazhuang used to be my family pet.
Now he is a guerrilla.
He is very brave in fighting, but he is too greedy and likes to smoke and drink beer.
If it weren't for these shortcomings, he would have been promoted to sergeant long ago."
Chen Zikun introduced as he walked. .
"What's the military rank of the dog at the door?"
"Wangcai has no military status, he is just a dog who brings his own dry food."
After entering, Chen Zikun asked someone to organize a wing for the guests to stay temporarily, and arranged some food to fill his hungry belly.
Jiangbei's characteristic fried egg buns, sorghum rice, green onion dipping sauce, and a pot of small wine were placed on the table. , Wangcai and Da Zhuang followed the scent.
Old Sean just drank.
Catherine was not hungry either, so she gave the food to Wangcai and Dazhuang, watching them eat with relish, smelling the smell of grass, morning dew and fertilizer in the air, stepping on the soil under their feet, and watching The cornices with Chinese characteristics made me sigh: "This is behind enemy lines
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