Time Traveler

It’s dawn, and the road is easy. The three continue the topic. Liu Yanzhi’s experience in crossing is the most abundant. He knows that nothing will go smoothly, especially in this era when the normal order of society is out of control. I want to do it in three days. After everything was done, it was nothing short of a fantasy. He raised a question, and Dang Paiguo smiled bitterly and said, "Do you think Lei Meng can hold on for three hours?"

Originally, Lei Meng was also going to accompany the crossing mission, but the situation is critical and the general needs to be in charge, so he stayed at the crossing station to be responsible for guarding. At least a thousand police and armed police came down the mountain. Although temporarily suppressed, it will not be long before the armored vehicle Both the plane and the plane will be killed, and the line of defense will fall apart and they will not be able to return.

　　 "You mean, a day through, one hour in the benchmark time and space?" Liu Yan asked directly.

"Basically, there will be deviations sometimes, but they will not deviate too much." Dang Aiguo said, "So we must race against time, do not do anything unrelated to the task, and rush to the train station directly after going down the mountain. Take the latest train into Beijing."

In the mid-winter season, the sky was cold and the ground was freezing. It took an hour to go down the mountain. The sun had already risen when they came to the foot of the mountain. The three of them only wore single military uniforms. Except for Liu Yanzhi, they were shivering with cold. There were no pedestrians on the road. , And there is no vehicle, and it takes at least four or five hours to walk to the city on two legs, and half a day is delayed.

　　 Liu Yan said straightly: "I remember a village nearby, maybe I can find a car."

　　 "Hurry up, then." Guan Lu urged with her feet rubbing her hands.

Liu Yanzhi left the two of them to wait, and flew five miles to the nearest village. It was about 6 o'clock in the morning. The village was quiet, with only a few dog barks occasionally. He did not go to the homes of ordinary people and went straight to the brigade. Department, went in over the wall, looking for motor vehicles such as trucks or tractors, but only found a bicycle with permanent weight.

　　 The bicycle can also get close. Liu Yan picked up the lock and just wanted to leave the cart. Suddenly he saw a military coat hanging in the room. He simply smashed the window to get the coat, and then he walked away.

When she returned to the highway, Guan Lu was almost frozen, Liu Yan put her coat on, and then he took a sigh of relief. The conditions were difficult and no one complained. Liu Yan rode straight and Guan Lu sat on the beam. The party was patriotic. Sitting in the second-class seat behind, three men in military uniforms rode on the dirt road like this, quite fast.

　　 "If anyone sees this, the PLA will lose face." Liu Yan joked.

Guan Lu curled up and sat on the beam. The last time she rode a bicycle like this was when she was five years old, she is now taller and very uncomfortable sitting on a cold iron rod. She cursed the party patriotism 800 times in her heart, but she said He didn't say a word, just gritted his teeth, hoping to get there quickly.

Liu Yanzhi rode very fast, and it took an hour to complete the 20-kilometer journey, and finally reached the downtown area of ​​Omi. In 1967, the downtown area of ​​Omi was a red ocean. All the houses and buildings facing the street were covered with red flags and painted with white characters on a red background. The slogan, proletariat, revolution, long live, down XXX and other words filled the field of vision. At seven o'clock, there were only sparse pedestrians, and the clothes were only monotonous blue and black.

　　 It would be inappropriate for the three of us to ride a car. Dang Aiguo rode Guan Lu, Liu Yan ran straight behind, and all the way to the train station, they were all dumbfounded.

　　 There are sandbags piled outside the waiting hall, and the Makechin heavy machine gun is mounted. The red flag is fluttering in the wind, and the railway worker wearing a helmet is holding a spear and waiting.

　　 "Now is the time for the most fierce fighting." Dang Paiguo sighed, "The railway is paralyzed. Let's change to another means of transportation."

　　 Liu Yanzhi suggested that a plane fly directly to Beijing.

　　 The party’s patriotism immediately rejected: “It’s unrealistic. There are only a few planes in Jiangdong. It is not easy for provincial and ministerial cadres to mobilize planes. Although we are short on time, we must not mess around.”

　　 "Then steal a car, fill up the gas and drive to Beijing." Liu Yan said straight.

This suggestion was accepted. The three of them rushed to the compound of the Provincial Party Committee to steal cars. Cars are also a rarity these days. It’s not bad to have a Beijing Jeep in the county government. General units only have trucks and buses, and they want speed. Fast cars can only go to high-level agencies.

The predecessor of the Provincial Party Committee compound was the provincial government building during the Republic of China. The courtyard is spacious, and the pine and cypresses are covered with white snow. The aura of dignity emerges spontaneously. The sign at the door has been changed. It is dazzling, the gate is closed, no one can be seen moving in the yard, and a few cars parked under the carport can be vaguely seen.

　　 "Don't talk later, I will negotiate." Dang Paiguo Road, "You are not familiar with the current language system. Talking nonsense will reveal your stuff. Watch my eyes and be prepared to do things."

　　 Coming to the door, Dang Aiguo stepped forward and knocked on the small door of the guard room. After a while, a man in a cotton jacket came over to open the door, yelling, "What are you doing so early?"

　　 When he saw the party's patriotic military uniform, he was kinder: "Comrades in the People's Liberation Army, who are you looking for?"

　　 The party is patriotic and solemnly said: "All reactionaries are paper tigers. We are in three working teams of the two armed forces. It is important to find your director of the Revolutionary Committee."

　　 The guard said: "I want to fight privately and approve repairs, Director Wang has not come yet."

　　 Party Patriotic glanced at the room: "Then who is in charge here now?"

　　 The guard said: "Who can anyone else? The entire compound is no one. Tell me what you want."

　　 Party patriotism had a profound meaning, and he looked back at Liu Yanzhi.

Liu Yan stepped forward and stunned the guard with a hand knife. The three of them quickly entered the house. There was a briquettes stove in the guard room. It was warm like spring. The big enamel jar was filled with tofu brains. Guan Lu picked it up and smelled it. Sugar." The party patriot over there found the door key and threw it to Liu Yanzhi.

　　 "How come the Provincial Revolutionary Committee doesn't even have an individual?" Liu Yanzhi was puzzled. It is said that this place should be the political center of the whole province and should not be so deserted.

Party Aiguo gave him a simple explanation: "The secretary of the provincial party committee and the governor have been overthrown. The current director of the revolutionary committee is a tea stove worker in the logistics department of the provincial party committee, but they are not the most powerful in Jinjiang. The Red Directorate of Guards and the Workers’ Directorate of Industry are the most powerful. By the way, there is also the Red Peasant Association. The three of them control power and have machine guns and artillery."

　　 "What does the Public Security Bureau do for food?" Guan Lu asked.

　　 "The public, prosecutors, and law enforcement agencies have all stepped aside, the whole society is in chaos, and the whole society is busy rebelling. Who is still going to work normally?"

Without further ado, the traversing group immediately went to steal the car. There were only a few buses of the Revolutionary Committee. A Volga was a senior leader's car. GAZ and Beijing Jeep were ordinary official cars. Of course, they would steal the best Volga. , Near the carport is the small car squad, the car keys are hanging on the wall, the map is locked in the cabinet, and there are even two barrels of gasoline in the corner. Everything is so smooth, as if the God of Destiny took special care of them.

"We're pretty lucky." Guan Lu said, as soon as the voice fell off, there was a problem, and the car could not start. The three of them were in a hurry, brainstorming and researching. Liu Yan went straight to find a crankshaft, stood in front of the car and shook it vigorously. When the key was activated, Volga babbled, a blue smoke came out, and finally activated.

Liu Yanzhi packed the two barrels of gasoline in the trunk, took the map and the toolbox, sat in the driving seat, and got familiar with the use of the gear, stepped on the accelerator, the door was opened, and Volga galloped out of the provincial party compound. Dang Paiguo, who was sitting in the co-pilot seat, unfolded the map and acted as the navigator, while Guan Lu lay in the spacious back seat to take a rest.

Volga crossed the Huaijiang Iron Bridge to the north. The river was surging and the steam whistle was leisurely. Three red signal flares rose above the port authority building in the distance. The steamboat on the river was firing at the building, and the sound of gunfire spread to the car. Liu Yanzhi and Dang Paiguo Looking at each other, the fighting is fierce, and battlefields are everywhere.

　　 It was already afternoon when Guan Lu woke up. Liu Yan drove all the way to Shandong. Although there was no expressway this year, there were very few vehicles on the road and the speed could still be fast. Dang Paiguo brought some banknotes from this era and national food stamps, and bought roast chicken, steamed buns, white wine and cigarettes. Of course, sweaters, long trousers, thick socks and big cotton shoes are indispensable.

At dawn the next day, a Volga car with a Jiangdong license plate appeared on the streets of Beijing. The country was hitting the authorities, and Beijing was no exception. It was just because it was at the feet of the emperor and the social order was relatively stable. According to the historical data available to the party, I found the College of Forestry and Animal Husbandry, which is a college affiliated to the Ministry of Forestry and Animal Husbandry, and is also the main force in the rebellion of the Ministry of Forestry and Animal Husbandry.

　　Party Patriotic said: "Zheng Zeru should be locked up in the cowshed of the Forestry and Animal Husbandry College. This is our first stop."

　　 "It's a professional college, even a bullpen." Guan Lu deliberately joked. Although she is a doctor of science and engineering, she has a good foundation in liberal arts, and she still knows this historical common sense.

　　 "The bullpen is the place for study classes, where cows, ghosts and snakes are shut down." Dang Aiguo explained in a serious manner. Now it was his turn to drive. Liu Yanzhi, who had stayed up all night, was forced to rest in the back seat.

Lin Mu College has entered into a state of suspension, and the university campus has become a battlefield for the struggle against confession and repair. A thick layer of big-character posters are posted on the newspaper column, and the paper is piled on paper, such as "smashing Zheng Zeru's dog's head" and "just don't tell the truth The black words "let him perish" are shocking. All Zheng Zeru's names are written upside down to show their contempt.

　　 The lotus pond in front of the main teaching building was covered with a thick layer of ice, and the dead leaves were sealed with ice. It is said that Zheng Zeru’s lover Meng Xiaolin committed suicide here.

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At this time, Zheng Zeru was not in the cowshed, but sitting quietly in his own small building. He was a minister-level cadre. He was organized to allocate a small foreign building with cars and drivers, as well as attendants such as nanny and chef. All of this ceased to exist. His home was copied, and many historically significant things were burned. The Soviet-imported radio in the living room was recognized as a transmitter by teenagers~www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Framing him as having ties with Taiwan, Zheng Zeru is too lazy to argue, his heart is ashamed.

The rope was hanging above the beam, and he couldn't hold it anymore. He suddenly remembered his first son. It was during the period of the underground struggle in the Bai District. In order to raise funds for the revolution, he sold his newborn son. Marx blessed him. After many years, the father and son finally met again, but he personally labelled the poor son as a rightist and forced him to commit suicide by jumping off the building.

He thought of his first wife Hongyu and his second son. He didn’t know how they lived in Jiangbei. After liberation, he never went back there again. He saw both of them, like those half-life revolutionary soldiers. He also married a new wife, a young and beautiful female college student, and gave birth to his third son, Jeff.

He thought of Meng Xiaolin, the Russian teacher of Linmu College, who spoke very authentically, loves to wear white bragi, pure like a white lotus, younger than his second wife, more energetic and charming. Meng Xiaolin is his Lover, die for him.

　　 The past flashed before Zheng Zeru's eyes like a revolving lantern. He didn't regret all of this. The real Communists are made of steel. All family love and friendship are all worthless here. What destroys his will is the end of political life.

　　 The country is chaotic like this, the party is chaotic like this, is this the purpose of our heads and blood?

　　Zheng Zeru silently stuck his gray head into the noose loop.

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