The third part of the bloody war, Chapter 9, Running, Section 2, the battle after the war

These things seem to have verified Zhuang Jihua's initial concern, but he never expected that after the army participated, it would be so direct and unscrupulous to accept bribes once it was involved.

"General Xiao, are you familiar with this Gao Shuxun?" In the car heading east, Zhuang Jihua asked Xiao Zhenying that Xiao Zhenying was a typical Northeastern man with a tall figure and wide bones, half a head taller than Zhuang Jihua.

Xiao Zhenying is really hard to say about this issue. Although Gao Shuxun was a member of the Northwest Army, he did not have much interaction with Gao Shuxun, especially after the Central Plains War, Gao Shuxun first surrendered to Sun Lianzhong, and then joined the Anti-Japanese Allied Army organized by Feng Yuxiang. After Feng Yuxiang left Zhangjiakou, Gao Shuxun also announced his separation from the Anti-Japanese Allied Army. It was this move that his troops were later incorporated into the Hebei Security Force. After the outbreak of the Anti-Japanese War, his troops were reorganized into the newly formed 6th Division, and later assigned to Shi Yousan's 69th Army to participate in the Second Battle of Jinpu Road.

After Wuhan fell, the 69th Army was ordered to go to North China to engage in enemy-behind combat and set up a piece of territory in the northwest of Hebei and Shandong. However, the 69th Army soon attracted the attention of the Japanese army. At the same time, the conflicts with the Eighth Route Army increased, and the two sides frequently had friction. In 1941, the 69th Army and the Eighth Route Army fought fiercely in front of Yanggutai. The 69th Army was defeated, and Shi Yousan led his troops to retreat south of the Yellow River.

At the end of his life, Shi Yousan decided to surrender to the Japanese, but to surrender to the Japanese, they had to persuade their subordinates. Gao Shuxun secretly reported to the First War Zone. Wei Lihuang ordered the capture of Shi Yousan. Gao Shuxun designed to secretly capture Shi Yousan's brothers and buried alive on the bank of the Yellow River.

After the execution of Shi Yousan, the Japanese army launched an encirclement and suppression of the 69th Army. Gao Shuxun stood up and led his troops to retreat to southern Henan, then crossed the Pinghan Line and retreated to western Henan. The troops were also reorganized into the newly formed Eighth Army.

To be fair, Xiao Zhenying has not had much interaction with Gao Shuxun in the past ten years, but he knew that he was the contact person sent by Deng Yanda to Zhuang Jihua. The Third Party developed rapidly in the War I and War Fifth Zones, mainly due to the commanders of the two War Zon Ren and Wei Lihuang. In these two War Zon-ren, there were many local troops, which also gave the Third Party a fertile soil for the development of military strength.

The Third Party secretly developed some middle and lower-level officers to join the party in the First World War Zone, but not many senior generals, and Gao Shuxun was one of them. Before arriving at the Jiangbei War Zone, Deng Yanda had secretly talked to him. Although Deng Yanda did not tell him about the relationship between the organization and Zhuang Jihua, from Deng Yanda's tone, he guessed that there might be some agreement between them that Zhuang Jihua would not interfere with their affairs, or even secretly help.

"It turns out that we are in touch, but so many years have passed, it is hard to say what Jianhou is like." Xiao Zhenying's attitude was a little hesitant. Based on his understanding of Zhuang Jihua, if Gao Shuxun was responsible for this fire in the grain warehouse, Zhuang Jihua would take him down without hesitation.

Zhuang Jihua hummed without comment. Xiao Zhenying thought about it but didn't speak. It was unclear what happened now. Only after finding out the facts can he speak.

The car stopped, Zhuang Jihua frowned slightly, Wu Ziniu jumped out of the car, and the guards in charge of safety quickly formed a guard circle around. Soon Wu Ziniu came to report that a large group of citizens in front were causing trouble, hindering traffic.

"Which unit is in charge here?"

Gong Xiuhua quickly answered: "Qi County is the 1st Division of the 25th Army, 93rd Division of the 6th Army of the Fifth Army."

Zhuang Jihua was stunned when he heard this. He did not expect that there were comrades in the Sixth Army who had participated in the bloody battle of Niu Xing. In fact, this 93rd Division was formed after the Central Plains War. Hu Zongnan accommodated some of the defeated soldiers and merged with the reserve regiment of the First Division. After the War of Resistance Against Japan, the Sixth Army was expanded based on the 93rd Division.

"Send someone to see what's going on?" Zhuang Jihua did not continue to ask, but turned his head to Wu Ziniu and said.

The people sent back soon, Wu Ziniu reported to Zhuang Jihua that the citizens surrounded a grain store. According to the disaster victims' reaction, the local troops responsible for disaster relief exchanged the disaster relief grain to the local grain merchant Qijia. The grain they exchanged was moldy, and there were also a large amount of stone and soil blocks. After Qijia got the grain, they joined hands with local grain merchants to raise the price of grain. From the time of liberation to now, the grain prices have tripled, and the price has increased by no means, but starting yesterday, the Qijia announced that there was no grain and all grain stores in the city were closed.

When Wu Ziniu was reporting, Xiao Zhenying was observing Zhuang Jihua, and saw that Zhuang Jihua's face became paler and paler. After Wu Ziniu finished speaking, Zhuang Jihua raised his foot and walked forward two steps. When he returned to the car, he ordered to go to the porridge shed to take a look.

The guards separated the citizens and the convoy passed slowly. The soldiers who maintained order saw the convoy and hurriedly reported to the brigade department in the city.

The convoy soon arrived at the porridge shed in the north of the city. At a distance of one hundred meters from the porridge shed, Wu Ziniu got off the car. With his understanding of Zhuang Jihua, Zhuang Jihua would never stay outside and take a look. Sure enough, before he could make arrangements, Zhuang Jihua walked towards the porridge shed.

A large number of refugees gathered in the porridge farm. These refugees brought their families with their families and had their ragged luggage. The family or several families gathered together. There was a thin smell in the air. Some people wearing cotton robes were obviously not refugees walking around the refugee group, and they would say a few words to the refugees from time to time. All of these refugees had a little girl or a big girl around them.

There were soldiers patrolling around the porridge farm. There were seven or eight soldiers near the big pot in the middle of the porridge farm, sending porridge with guns, and seven or eight pockets of grain were piled up behind the pot.

"Standing at the sight" the sergeant guarding the side of the pot, suddenly saw an admiral standing by the side of the pot. He was startled and quickly made a loud order. The soldiers next to the pot stood up quickly.

"Come here." Zhuang Jihua waved his hand with a calm face and called the sergeant to his side, pointing to the seven or eight grain pockets: "Open me and take a look."

"Yes" After the sergeant agreed, he quickly directed the soldiers to open their pockets. Wu Ziniu picked up a spoon in Zhuang Jihua's eyes and stirred it in the pot. The porridge was churning in the pot, but it emitted a strange smell, not rice fragrance.

The rice bag was opened, Zhuang Jihua reached out and grabbed a handful of rice. After smelling it, a musty smell came to his nose. The Sergeant knew the reason and his face turned pale.

"Is this food?" Zhuang Jihua suppressed the anger in his heart and asked in a deep voice.

The scholar dared not hesitate and answered.

"This is what you eat?" Zhuang Jihua asked again: "The same is true for the food sent from the above?"

"We didn't eat like this." The sergeant's answer was also very military and straightforward.

Zhuang Jihua nodded and looked at the refugees around him: "How many refugees are there in this porridge farm?"

"There are about 3,000 people every day, and they cook porridge twice a day. Each victim is 4 taels of food. They need 120 taels of grain every day and stay in the porridge farm for a long time. They know the situation of the porridge farm very well and answer the questions of Zhuang Jihua.

"Where are the people from the National Rescue Council? Where are they?" Zhuang Jihua looked around, and there were soldiers who made porridge, but he did not see the people from the National Rescue Council. According to regulations, the porridge farm was jointly maintained by the National Rescue Council and the garrison. The Party Department was responsible for guiding farmers to return to their hometowns and participate in production and self-rescue.

"Go away, little bastard, why are you here again?" A bearded soldier pushed a eleven or 2-year-old child away. The child was holding a bowl and trying to lean towards the pot. The sergeant's face changed and he quickly stopped the bearded soldier. Then he explained to Zhuang Jihua: "Sir, that's the case. The child's family had already returned, saying that he was returning to his hometown to produce. Each fellow returned to receive fifty kilograms of rice and fifty kilograms of white flour."

Jihua felt a little strange, and asked Wu Ziniu to call the child who was working hard. The child was holding a broken bowl and looked at Zhuang Jihua with dissatisfaction, and the corners of his eyes slipped towards the pot from time to time.

"Don't worry, the porridge will take at least ten minutes," Zhuang Jihua said quietly: "Don't worry, I'll let them cook you porridge later."

Hearing this, the child breathed a sigh of relief, then stared at Zhuang Jihua intently, and suddenly asked, "Is your official position very big?"

Wu Ziniu smiled suddenly, Xiao Zhenying and Gong Xiuhua couldn't help but be happy. Zhuang Jihua smiled and nodded: "Yes, Henan is the largest official."

The sergeant's hand trembled and stuttered, "Sir, are you Commander Zhuang? Why did you come here?"

Zhuang Jihua ignored him and looked at the little boy: "Is there anything you have to do?"

"Can you help me grab our food back?" The child's dirty face was full of hope.

Zhuang Jihua's face gradually became serious, and he reached out to pull the child over: "Who told me that your food was stolen by him?"

"Boss," the child's answer was very simple. Zhuang Jihua couldn't understand it, so he asked while guessing, and then confirmed it from the child's mouth.

The matter is actually very simple. The child’s surname is Tang, a farmer from Tangji. After fleeing to Qi County, he received 80 kilograms of grain some time ago, but only 80 kilograms of grain was given because there was only so much grain. The Tang family’s family of five should be divided into 460 kilograms of grain (children under twelve years old only 80 kilograms). After receiving the grain, the rescue group took their Tangji refugees back to their hometown to sow seeds.

Unexpectedly, after returning to his hometown, the owner came to collect the rent and asked them to pay the rent that they had not paid last year. Of course, the child's father refused to pay it. This was the life-saving food for the whole family. The landlord ordered the servants to grab the food. The child's father was beaten and the food was also taken away. The family had to return to the county town.

After hearing the child's words, Zhuang Jihua stood up. Two jeeps stopped outside the porridge field and jumped out of the car. Several officers jumped out of the car and tidied up their military uniforms as they walked. Wu Ziniu saw his meaning from Zhuang Jihua's eyes and signaled the guards not to stop them.

"Report to the division commander, Li Jixiong, the 19th platoon leader of the 6th Company of the 2nd Regiment of the 1st Division of the 1st Army of the Northern Expedition Army, saluted the division commander." The person in front of him had a dark face, a loud voice, bright eyes, and a neat military uniform, but could not cover up his slightly raised belly.

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