In the end, Chen Zikun did not agree to Gong Dapeng's request because he knew that times had changed.
Although the world seemed to be in chaos, power was still firmly in the hands of the supreme leader, and the army still maintained neutrality and loyalty.
Under such circumstances, Chen Zhong You can rebel, Gong Dapeng can rebel, any cat or dog can rebel, except you, the former King of Jiangdong, can't.
Because their rebellions are all within the control of the great leader and are internal conflicts among the people.
If they rebel by themselves, they are really rebelling.
How can a person who is almost seventy years old still have the ambition to start a business again and spend his old age peacefully?
It is a great blessing.
After arriving in Beitai, Gong Dapeng and others returned to the countryside to continue the revolution.
Chen Zikun moved into the Gaotupo Family Home.
Chen Bei's home was not big, with only two rooms and a small kitchen outside.
It was quite spacious for a family of three.
It seemed overcrowded when three relatives moved in at once.
The two sisters-in-law, Ma Chunhua and Chen Yan and Chen Jiao, lived in a large room, while Chen Zikun and Chen Bei lived in a small room.
In the past, the mansion and villas had countless rooms, complete with gardens and swimming pools, but now they can only live under the low eaves, and the father and son are relatively speechless.
There was only a sigh.
The only one who is happy is Chen Guang.
He likes his two aunts and his grandfather very much.
Although grandpa is so majestic that people dare not approach him, he has a gun.
Teenagers like pistols the most.
The winter in Beitai is very cold.
The river wind is howling on the high soil slopes, and the cold wind comes in through every crack.
Ma Chunhua uses a coal stove to keep warm.
There are many people in the family and everything is messy.
Two aunts help Chen Guang do his homework.
Chunhua was cooking in the kitchen, while Chen Bei played four taels of Huaijiang opera, got some peanuts, and drank with his father in the hut.
Chen Zikun said: "Xiao Bei, how is the situation in the city?"
Chen Beidao: "The students have almost made a fuss.
Now it's time for the workers and peasants to go into battle.
Rebel organizations have been established in various units, and each one is more famous than the other.
The establishment has been overthrown, and now everything is in chaos."
Chen Zikun said: "Where is your factory?"
Chen Beidao said: "We have a few thorns in the factory who are eager to try, but the factory leaders can still hold them down."
As he spoke, he pursed his lips in the direction of the main room, "Chunhua has led soldiers and fought in wars.
She is no better than ordinary leaders.
The factory now relies on her.
She is calm."
Chen Zikun took a sip of wine and said, "Spring flowers are not easy."
"It's time to eat."
Ma Chunhua shouted from the kitchen.
There are no vegetables in winter, just Chinese cabbage, frozen tofu, salt beans, and hot sauce.
The family had a reunion dinner.
Chen Zikun sent his two daughters back to the provincial capital to report that they were safe, and personally took them to the train station.
Many people gathered in the square in front of the station.
After asking around, they found out that all trains were out of service.
We have no choice but to take the waterway.
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There are river boats to the provincial capital from Beitai Passenger Terminal every day.
The speed is slower than the train, but the fare is relatively cheaper.
The train station is not far from the port, just a ten-minute walk away.
When I saw the huge red calligraphy "Beitai" on the port building, I could no longer move forward because there was a confrontation between the two armies ahead.
The employees of the port authority and the shipping company were divided into two factions.
The kicking faction was attacking the port building defended by the faction.
There were thousands of people in the dark area, wearing military uniforms, work clothes, and casual clothes.
The identification mark was The red armbands on the arms have different fonts and different numbers.
The two armies are twenty steps apart.
You advance and I retreat, I advance and you retreat, and the situation is tense.
Suddenly a whistle sounded from behind the Kicker team, and the rebels immediately rushed forward.
The rebels hurriedly retreated and pushed into the port building.
Countless slingshots protruded from the windows upstairs, and clay balls and steel balls were fired randomly.
The Kicker forward was beaten to blood.
With a bloody face and a bloody face, he left behind a pile of rotten shoes and wooden sticks and hurriedly retreated to the starting position.
There was no way to go by boat, so Chen Zikun had to return to Gaotupo with his two daughters.
His son and daughter-in-law went to work in the factory.
Chen Guang did not go to school.
He was dressing up in front of the wardrobe mirror at home, wearing his father's old military uniform. , putting a red armband on his arm.
"Xiaoguang, what are you doing?
Children, don't play with this."
Chen Jiao stepped forward and pulled off the red armband.
When she saw the words "Young Pioneers on Duty" printed on it, she knew she had wrongly blamed her nephew, and said sarcastically: "Auntie has wrongly blamed you."
Chen Guang wondered why his little aunt was so disgusted with red armbands, but he didn't dare to ask and kept the question in his heart.
At six o'clock in the evening, it was already time to get off work, and my son and daughter-in-law had not come back yet.
I heard vague gunshots coming from the direction of Chenguang Factory.
At ten o'clock in the night, someone from the factory sent a message saying that the kickers from the Red Steel Factory were attacking the Chenguang Factory.
The two sides fought and fired guns.
Director Chunhua and Director Chen were both on the front line directing the battle and could not come back for the time being.
Chen Zikun was worried.
He walked to the open area of the river beach alone and looked in the direction of Chenguang Factory.
The sound of gunfire became more and more intensive.
From time to time, the red tracks of tracer bullets cut through the night sky, the continuous firing of squad machine guns, and the short bursts of Type 56 submachine guns.
Hear clearly.
It wasn't until the early hours of the morning that the gunfire gradually subsided.
Chen Bei returned home covered in gunpowder smoke, wolfed down two steamed buns, and said, "I have to go back quickly and consolidate the defense line, just in case the turtles from the Red Steel Factory take advantage of the opportunity."
It would be troublesome to call."
Chen Zikun asked his son: "Is the fighting fierce?
How many people were killed or injured?"
Chen Bei smiled contemptuously: "This is just a fool's errand.
We fought all night, wasted thousands of bullets, and even got injured."
Chen Zikun said: "Bullets don't have eyes, so you'd better be careful."
Chen Bei nodded and drank a large glass of water.
There is a motorcycle in the corner of the yard.
It is an original American Harley-Davidson.
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It is covered with dust and the seat cushion is torn to reveal the sponge inside.
This was Chen Bei's car back then and he has not ridden it for a long time.
Chen Zikun took off the tarpaulin covering the motorcycle and checked it up and down.
The motorcycle was intact.
He kicked it but there was no movement.
"The car is good, but it's out of gas.
Chunhua said I would ride this to get away from the crowd, so I left it alone," Chen Bei said.
"Find some gasoline, I want to use it."
Chen Zikun said.
"Dad, where are you going?"
"Go back to the provincial capital."
These days, private individuals cannot buy gasoline even if they have money.
Chen Bei used his authority to get two tin barrels of gasoline from the factory's transportation team oil depot, filled up the motorcycle, and hung the remaining oil on the cleaned car.
"Dad, if you really want to ride back and wait, maybe I can lend you a jeep."
Chen Beida said.
"Do you think Dad is too old to even ride a motorcycle?"
Chen Zikun got on the motorcycle and kicked it off.
The Harley's motor, which had been dormant for many years, began to roar, and blue smoke suddenly came out from behind.
"Be careful on the road."
Chen Bei thought for a moment, pulled out a pistol from his waist and handed it over, "Hold it for self-defense."
Chen Zikun blocked Wusi back: "Dad doesn't need this, you can keep it."
He put on his goggles, turned the accelerator, and drove away.
Chen Yan and Chen Jiao waved from behind: "Dad, have a good trip."
The Harley motorcycle was moving along the riverside road.
It was winter and the wind was biting.
Although Chen Zikun wore knee pads on his knees, he still felt the bone-chilling cold and could only slow down and move forward slowly.
There were almost no vehicles on the road.
All units were busy revolting and overthrowing the establishment.
Transportation was completely stopped.
The cargo ships in the river were also missing.
Only water birds flew at low altitude.
Dark clouds covered the sky, the river was frozen, and a barge roared.
Coming from a distance, there were mortars mounted on the ship, and the sailors were holding rifles and wearing red armbands on their arms.
They were probably the kickers of the shipping company who sent armed ships from elsewhere to attack the Port Authority pier.
Chen Zikun stopped the car and looked at the "gunboat" with mixed feelings in his heart.
He smoked a cigarette, waited for the wind to subside, started the motorcycle, and continued moving forward.
The road ahead is long and I don’t know where I’m going back.
In the provincial capital senior high school, at the headquarters of the Red General Division, Chen Zhong was walking around with his hands behind his back, and a group of subordinates remained silent.
Chen Zikun and Xu Tingge were kidnapped by people from the Red Peasants Association, causing all the staff of the Red General Division to lose face, but they If you have a gun, you can't accept it.
"We must get weapons."
Chen Zhong punched the table.
Xu Hongbing offered advice: "I know where the arsenal of the Provincial People's Armed Committee is and how many guns and bullets are needed."
Chen Zhong's eyes lit up: "Okay, let's capture the arsenal and arm ourselves."
The teenagers from the Red General Division immediately gathered together, and more than 300 people took trucks to the Armed Forces Arsenal in the suburbs.
There was a squad of People's Liberation Army guards here, but they did not dare to shoot in the face of the revolutionary young general holding the Little Red Book high, and could only let it go.
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They broke down the door and looted the gunfire.
The firearms and ammunition in stock of the Armed Forces Ministry are all sealed old firearms, such as the 38-gauge, 79-boran light machine guns, shell guns, small melon grenades, etc.
Compared with the weapons in service, there is a big gap, but for the soldiers of the Red General Division who only have sticks As far as we are concerned, it has been a matter of exchanging a shotgun for a cannon.
With a gun in his hand, Chen Zhong was emboldened.
His brother Chen Shi happened to come crying and complained that he was beaten by people from the Provincial Federation General on the road and his military cap was also taken away.
The Provincial Federation is a large rebel organization in the provincial capital, and it has always been on good terms with the Red Commander-in-Chief.
This time, it actually bullied Commander-in-Chief Chen’s younger brother.
This was unbearable.
Chen Zhong immediately ordered, Attack the Provincial Federation.
The battle started in the evening.
The soldiers of the Red General Division set up 79 bombs on the truck and beat the outer wall of the Federation of Trade Unions building occupied by the Provincial Federation with holes.
Japanese-made small melon grenades were fired into the building as if they were free.
Throwing, the people responsible for dropping the bombs were all athletes from the school sports team, and could easily throw fifty meters.
The explosion caused howling ghosts and thick smoke in the compound of the Federation of Trade Unions.
The personnel of the Provincial Federation of Trade Unions are mainly workers.
They only have a small number of firearms, some small-caliber sports rifles, and a large number of slingshots, fire axes, sticks and other weapons.
In the window of the Federation of Trade Unions building, there is an erect stand made of tables, chairs and bicycle inner tubes.
A large slingshot shoots large steel bolts with amazing power.
Suddenly, a sinister bolt hit the head of a young soldier from the Red General Division.
He was bleeding profusely and his skull was smashed.
The young soldier was only thirteen years old.
He stared at his eyes and called for his mother.
He could only hold on with his strength.
He died within ten seconds.
Chen Zhong was extremely sad and angry and issued a general attack order.
The charge horn sounded, and the soldiers of the Red General Division launched a final fierce attack.
Hundreds of people pressed against the Federation of Trade Unions building with an overwhelming momentum.
The opponent's resistance immediately collapsed.
The enemies entrenched on the first and second floors quickly fled, and the provinces above the third floor The General Staff were surrounded upstairs and the two sides started a brutal hand-to-hand fight.
"Commander-in-Chief, look," Wang Xiaofei pointed at the top of the Federation of Trade Unions Building and shouted.
On the rooftop of an eight-story building, with the setting sun shining brightly like blood, a girl with 54-year-old hair was standing on the edge of the roof.
She was wearing a 65-style military uniform without a collar and insignia.
She had the red armband of the Provincial Federation President wrapped around her arm.
There were blood stains on her body.
Banban, holding a Type 56 submachine gun in his hand, his silhouette is so graceful and so heroic.
The soldiers of the Red General Division were dumbfounded.
They were just teenagers.
Although their ignorant adolescent impulses were covered up by their revolutionary ambitions, their yearning for the opposite sex was an innate instinct.
On the cruel battlefield, such a young girl suddenly appeared, making the teenagers feel strange excitement and beauty.
"Long live Chairman Mao" the girl shouted and jumped down.
With a bang, the whole world became quiet.
Chen Zhong took off his military cap and paid tribute to this unknown female enemy soldier.
At the end of the battle, the Provincial Federation Federation was defeated, five people were killed, dozens of people were slightly or seriously injured, and the Federation of Trade Unions base area was lost.
The Red General Division won a complete victory, becoming the province's leader at the cost of one soldier's sacrifice and fifteen others being injured.
The largest armed mass organization in the city
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