The distance from Nantai to Betai is eighty miles.
It took four hours by car when we arrived, but it sped up when we went there.
The roads were crowded with people and vehicles, including buses, jeeps, mule carts, ox carts, bicycles, etc.
Tractors and human-powered flatbed trucks were packed with people, all heading in the same direction.
Chen Zikun's headquarters was moved to a bus, with the banner still placed on the front of the bus, guiding the army to march eastward.
Secretary Peng and two guards stood on his side.
They all understood that this time the leader was betting on his political future. , not for promotion and wealth, but just for the common people to have enough to eat.
Being able to do such a vigorous thing with such a leader, they all feel that it is worth it even if they are destined to die.
In normal times, people would still consider their options and self-interest, but in such a majestic and majestic scene, even a selfish villain will be moved, let alone a revolutionary cadre who has been educated by the party for a long time.
Outside, red flags were waving and gongs and drums were noisy.
Although these times have been difficult, we have been sparing no effort in publicity.
Everything is lacking, but the red flags.
The gongs and drums team is pulling on the flat car, the drummers have rounded cheeks, and they are playing the People's Liberation Army march.
It was very lively, it was simply a march of joy.
Chen Zikun is very clear about the composition of the hundreds of thousands of people outside.
Ninety percent of them are people who don’t know the truth.
Their daily lives are chaotic.
Except for using their brains on small things that are closely related to themselves, they always follow the crowd on big things.
It said Whatever it is, just follow it.
The remaining 10% are smart people.
They know that it is unreliable to do this, but the law does not punish everyone, so they follow.
Maybe there are some who fish in troubled waters and tip off information, but it is not a big deal, because everyone They all face the same problem, which is the word "hungry" One hundred miles is not a long journey, but for the old, weak, sick and disabled who have been hungry for a long time, it is no different from the 25,000-mile Long March.
The team is getting longer and longer, and those in the front are young and strong laborers.
Chen Zikun The party members and militiamen among them were organized to serve as emergency teams, tearing up dozens of red flags, and wrapping a red cloth on each person's right arm as an identification mark.
The task of these people was to help the old and the young, maintain order, and ensure Help pull out vehicles stuck in pits.
The young and strong people rushed to join the emergency team, and the number grew like a snowball.
According to a rough estimate, there were five thousand people.
Many of them were armed militiamen.
Chen Zikun asked Gong Dapeng to pull these out individually to form an armed picket team.
While doing these things, Chen Zikun felt inexplicably excited.
At the age of sixty, he was supposed to enjoy his old age in peace, but unexpectedly he came back to the world and ignited the fire of revolution.
At this moment, he deeply understood the strong fighting spirit and the disregard for death of those Communists.
Where does the spirit come from, because at this moment such pride is burning in his chest.
Even if he sacrifices for it, he will not hesitate.
"If I had embarked on the revolutionary road twenty years earlier, I'm afraid there would have been two surnamed Chen among the ten marshals."
Chen Zikun's heart was ups and downs, and he had many thoughts.
Unknowingly, the vanguard of the brigade had approached Beitai City.
Checkpoints were set up on the roads outside the city, and more than a hundred public security personnel were standing ready.
A mule came at a fast pace.
The correspondent with a small red flag on his back flew off the mule and ran to the bus.
He followed the way of the People's Liberation Army in the movie and saluted: "Report to the chief, there are police blocking the road ahead."
Chen Zikun sat in the bus with a golden sword and said: "Some leaders in the Jiangbei area have changed to revisionism.
We must resolutely defeat them.
Whoever dares to stop the revolutionary masses is the enemy of the people and the enemy of the party."
These words were encouraging.
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The armed pickets stepped forward.
The red tasseled guns were as dense as a grove.
Hundreds of red flags were waved behind them.
On the tractor, the cowhide drum thumped in cheers.
On the flatbed truck, there was a Maxim water-cooled heavy machine gun.
Of course it is just a deterrent.
In the current situation, there is no need to touch the real guy.
The regional public security department dispatched hundreds of policemen to block the road, many of whom had fought in battles and seen blood.
But at this moment, they were also frightened, not because there were so many people on the other side, but because these people were peasant brothers and revolutionary comrades.
A section chief leading the team shouted with a tin trumpet: "Comrades, don't be deceived by bad people, there is no food in Beitai."
Gong Dapeng shouted: "Nonsense, the prefectural committee is controlled by bad guys.
Governor Chen was sent by Chairman Mao to save us.
How can his words be false?"
The section chief tried to persuade him: "Comrade, you are too naive.
Chen Zikun works in Beijing.
How could he go to the countryside?
He must be impersonated by bad people."
Gong Dapeng said: "I've known this old man since I was a bare-butt baby.
He can still admit his mistakes.
If you don't believe me, just follow me and see."
The section chief was very brave.
He unloaded his pistol and followed Gong Dapeng to see the so-called Chen Zikun.
When he got to the bus, he took a look and found that it was indeed Chen Zikun.
He snapped to attention and said, "Hello, Chief."
Chen Zikun said: "Take a break."
The section chief rested involuntarily.
"I went to the countryside for investigation this time.
I was entrusted by the central government to solve the problem of food for the victims in a practical way.
It is not that there is no food in Jiangbei area, but there is food and it is not distributed to the people.
This is contrary to the spirit of the central government and is not in line with the spirit of the central government.
The purpose of our party to serve the people”
Chen Zikun had a pleasant face and talked eloquently.
After finishing his conversation, he waved his hand and said, "Go back first and tell the comrades for me not to stand on the opposite side of the people."
The section chief saluted again, returned to the bayonet, and calmly told his colleagues that Chen Zikun was indeed here and that he organized this operation.
The policemen looked at each other in shock.
The matter was beyond their understanding.
Facing the huge crowds, they could only choose to stand on the side of the people.
The bayonet was released, traffic and people rolled in, and Beitai's first line of defense fell.
In the Prefectural Committee Building, Mai Ping clasped his hands behind his back and frowned.
The situation was much more complicated than he imagined.
At this moment, he was like Comrade Stalin during the Moscow Defense War, while the cadres of the Prefectural Committee and the Administrative Office were like the People's Commissar and Marshal of the Soviet Union.
Like the generals, they sat solemnly at the conference table, waiting for the leader's decision.
Yang Shugen was also among them.
He had always regarded himself as a direct descendant of Mai Ping.
At this moment, he couldn't help but say: "Secretary Mai, please inform the provincial party committee."
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Mai Ping raised a hand: "If we can't control the situation in Jiangbei, and the province has to help us solve everything, then what do we cadres need to do?
My opinion is that we should solve it ourselves first, and then report it to the province. , the processing of the processing, the placement of the placement.”
Yang Shugen said: "But the other party is very serious.
He is Chen Zikun."
Mai Ping stopped suddenly, turned his head and looked at Yang Shugen with sharp eyes.
Yang Shugen couldn't help but shudder.
"Chen Zikun is nothing.
I have fought with him a long time ago.
He didn't fail last time, and he won't fail this time.
His name is not justified, and his words are not justified.
I want to see what he uses to confuse these people."
Mai Ping said coldly. .
"Ahem."
The grain director said, "The Jiangbei National Grain Stockpile has 20,000 tons of wheat."
Mai Ping's heart was in doubt.
Could it be that Chen Zikun really dared to encourage the hungry people to grab food?
If this happened, he would definitely not be able to save his black yarn, so he had to make a decision.
"Is there any news from the military division?"
he asked.
"No reply yet."
"Where's the Public Security Department?"
"There are not enough manpower, and there are not enough weapons."
The director of the Public Security Bureau was sweating profusely.
The power of the dictatorship was lost at the critical moment, and his position as director was over.
"Send all the cadres of the agency to the front line.
Where are your guns?
Are they fire sticks?"
Mai Ping fumed.
"Secretary Mai, the guns of the grassroots police are all made by Wanguo.
There are tortoise boxes, shell guns, and bullets.
The bullet calibers are different, including 765, 762, 8 mm, and 9 mm.
Logistics and follow-up "No, we can handle public security, but we are not professional in fighting."
The director felt aggrieved.
"What kind of equipment does the enemy have?"
Mai Ping asked impatiently.
After being a cadre for a long time, he became more and more bureaucratic.
He even forgot that knowing oneself and the enemy can lead to a hundred battles.
He didn't even know the strength and weapons of the opponent.
Fortunately, the Director of Public Security did his homework.
He said: "According to the current information, the other party has at least thousands of armed forces, including rifles and machine guns, as well as a large number of cold weapons.
They are well organized and have clear orders.
It is difficult to deal with it.”
Mai Ping took a breath.
He forgot one thing.
In 1958, Chairman Mao called for a large-scale militia division and advocated that all people should be soldiers.
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Militia movements were launched vigorously across the country.
People with disabilities, both male and female, between the ages of sixteen and sixty all join the militia.
They are issued weapons and undergo rigorous training, and almost everyone becomes a combatant.
Nantai County is a hometown of martial arts.
The quality of the militiamen is among the best in the entire region.
They are always among the top three in every competition.
They are well-equipped with not only light weapons, but also heavy machine guns, mortars, and anti-aircraft machine guns.
If you want to do it, the Public Security Department is really not the best.
Suddenly, Mai Ping's mind flashed and he came up with an idea.
There are militiamen in South Thailand, but there are no militia in North Thailand.
Chenguang Factory and Hongqi Factory both have established militia regiments.
With these two regiments as the backbone, the Northern Thailand Militia is formed.
Teacher, he still holds the position of teacher commander.
Moreover, when it comes to weapons and equipment, the workers' militia is more powerful than the rural militia.
The Chenguang Factory has an anti-aircraft battalion and a motorized infantry battalion, and the Hongqi Factory has an anti-tank battalion and a mortar battalion.
They have fierce firepower and are well-trained.
They can fight when they are pulled out. , the strength of the post.
Mai Ping slapped the table: "The militia division is gathering urgently."
A shrill siren suddenly sounded over the Chenguang Machinery Factory.
This was a first-level combat alert.
All workshops stopped production.
Workers walked out of the factory in an orderly manner, received weapons, wore wicker helmets, held five or six half-packs, and lined up to prepare for battle.
The militia regiment is under the leadership of the Party Committee, but the specific command power lies with the Security Department.
As a reserve major and deputy director of the Security Department, Chen Bei naturally shoulders the command task.
He wears a May 4 pistol on his waist and stands in front of the queue in work clothes and a safety helmet. , majestic eyes swept over the militiamen, rows of bayonets were shining brightly, and pairs of eyes were loyal and firm.
"Comrades," Chen Bei shouted.
Countless heels made a squeaking sound together.
"There is an urgent task in the city.
It's our turn.
Do you have the confidence to win this battle?"
"have" "I didn't hear it."
"have" "Louder."
"have" "Very good, listen to my command, everyone is here, turn right, walk in unison, and get on the bus."
The motorized infantry battalion of the Chenguang Factory is no joke.
The Jiefang brand trucks used in the factory to pull goods are half for anti-aircraft guns and half for soldiers.
Their maneuverability is stronger than that of the local garrison.
The militiamen boarded the vehicle and sat down neatly.
Chen Bei was about to board the command jeep when suddenly the heroic Ma Chunhua appeared.
She was also wearing an armed belt and carrying a pistol, and shouted from a distance: "Wait for me
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