Time Traveler

There was a silent silence, and Shao Lin's impassioned words were still in his ears. How could such a man of lofty ideals be suppressed at the beginning of the founding of the People's Republic of China? Neither Liu Yanzhi nor Lei Meng could understand it. Perhaps, this is politics.

　　 The driver did not understand what they said, even if he did, he would pretend to be confused and continue to drive honestly.

　　 "Let's go around." The party patriot ordered, "If you come, you will be safe. Look at the snowy Omi river 70 years ago, wandering in the long river of history, don't have a charm in your heart.

The Chevrolet limousine carries guests from the 21st century on the central street where the snow is full of snow. The statue of Sun Wen on the cross street beckons to everyone. It is dark in the winter, and it is dusk at six o'clock. There are few pedestrians on the street and even demonstrations. All of the students accepted the guy's thing and went back to school.

Central Avenue is the widest road and the busiest place in Omi City. Except for this, most of the city is low-rise bungalows. Looking at it from afar, it is a gray area covered with snow. In the ordinary alleys, there are a few stalks of withered grass. It grows **** the eaves, just like the people living hard in this suffering country.

The car is moving slowly in the snow. There is an elegant road ahead. Maple trees are planted on both sides of the road. Behind the trees are small villas, but the sandbags piled up at the intersection and the black heavy machine guns are killing the scenery. It is Fenglin Road, where Chen Zikun, the former king of Jiangdong, and his generals lived.

The sentry raised his hand to indicate that it is forbidden to pass. The driver quickly turned around. Suddenly, a small convoy came in front of a Dodge ten-wheel truck with a BAR light machine gun mounted on the front of the car. It was full of soldiers wearing helmets. With American Thomson submachine guns and M1 carbines, they were murderous, followed by two jeeps and two black and bright cars. There were white curtains in the car windows. I don't know which senior official was sitting in it.

　　 "It's a handsome motorcade." The driver said, he was a little scared. The civilian vehicle turned around at Fenglin Road. It would be troublesome if it was mistaken for an assassin by the guard. The machine gun bullets don't have eyes.

The three pairs of eyes in the car stared at the two big cars. It was a coincidence that one of the car’s curtains opened a corner, revealing a heroic and wise middle-aged face, green woolen uniform, and meticulous style buttons. , The collar is decorated with golden plum blossoms, and the shoulders are decorated with three golden stars. Although it is a glimpse, the breathtaking demeanor is unforgettable.

　　 "It's him," said Dang Aiguo, and then ordered the driver, "Go, go elsewhere."

Jinjiang City is just this big. When strolling around Central Avenue, Yuejiang Tower, and Huaijiang Iron Bridge, there is basically nothing to see. Watching the sky getting darker and darker, the driver warned carefully: "Sir, there is going to be a curfew. Yes, do you go back or go somewhere else?"

During the rebellion, many cities imposed curfews. Those who went out at night without a pass were to be arrested by the police and military police. These masters are clearly distinguished masters. Maybe they are not afraid of this, but what I did not expect is sitting in the back seat. Mr. Wei sighed and said, "Go back to the hotel."

Back at the Vermilion Hotel, the three of them ate in the restaurant on the second floor. They ordered western food, steak and borscht. Chen Zikun had a white Russian mercenary under his hand. Their family members brought Russian-style western food to Omi. It was taught by Belarus, absolutely authentic.

　　 It's just that the ordinary people outside can't eat, and the streets are hungry, but inside the high-end hotel, there are feasts, feasting, delicious food, sings and dances, and there are many American officers in military uniforms. This meal is a bit aggrieved.

"Don't go anywhere at night, don't make extravagances." The party patriot said, wiping his mouth with a white napkin. It is the end of 1948. After the Huaihai Battle, the Kuomintang and the Communist Party are divided. The peaceful liberation of Jiangdong is imminent. This critical juncture , The agents and spies of the two sides fought fiercely in Omi. As outsiders, they didn't need to go to the muddy water.

　　 Liu Yan's straightforward thinking was said to be broken, and he was a little embarrassed. He wanted to go out at night and beat a few American soldiers. Now it seems to be out of play.

　　 "I just want to see righteousness and courage. There are so many bad guys." Liu Yan explained directly.

"The law and order of Omi under Chen Zikun's rule is still good, and you don't need to take action." Dang Aiguo smiled and looked fascinated. "When I was a PhD student, I read many decrypted files. Back then, the US intelligence agencies planned to A time bomb was installed on the Meiling, which killed Chiang Kai-shek and helped Chen Zikun become the president of the Republic of China. He is more suitable than Sun Ke, Li Zongren, Hu Shizhi and the like for this position."

　　 "Why?" Liu Yan was puzzled.

"If you have time, please read "The Biography of Chen Zikun" written by Professor Shao." Dang Aiguo said, "He is a real Wushuang Guoshi, but unfortunately he was born in the wrong age. He was born three hundred years earlier. Up."

　　 Liu Yan nodded straight: "Okay, I'll see when I go back."

　　Party patriotism looked at his watch: "It's not early, go back to rest, and I have to catch the train tomorrow morning."

　　Lei fiercely said: "Professor, it's only what time, there is no TV in the room, and no WiFi, so please give us a chat, popular science about historical knowledge or something."

The Patriotic Party thought for a while, and agreed: "Well, I will tell you about Chen Zikun’s four beautiful family members. He is a big warlord and handsome, so he married several wives. Concubine, and there is no limit to the number, but there can only be one regular wife, but our Marshal Chen treats his wife the same, and there is no distinction between a regular wife and a concubine. The first wife he is marrying is called Yao Yilei, who belongs to the deputy head of the Beiyang Ministry of Communications. The daughter, the second wife, is Mr. Jian Bing, the Shu Yu from the famous town of Shanghai Beach Flower World, the third wife is Xia Xiaoqing, a martial artist, the fourth wife is Lin Wenjing, a talented woman from Peking University, and there is another gentleman. Female secretary Liu Ting, but although there are many wives, she has only one son, two daughters, and another son..."

　　 Lei said fiercely: "Plus there are only five female secretaries. The other warlords are at least a dozen housewives. This Dashuai Chen is quite good at living, knowing to save."

Dang Paiguo Road: "What do you know, Dashuai Chen has a lot of confidantes outside, including Tang Yan and Tang Ying sisters, New York Times reporter Catherine Stanley, and..." He looked around, others The guests at the table were chatting, no one noticed here.

　　 "Lao Chen and Song Meiling are also unclear about things." Dang Aiguo whispered, "This was verified by Professor Shao, and I can't be sure of the authenticity."

　　Lei said fiercely, "I know why he was so unhappy, because he gave Lao Jiang a green hat, hahaha."

　　 Party patriotism knocks on the table: "Pay attention to the influence, this is the Kuomintang-controlled area in 1948, you don't want to die."

　　 Lei Meng quickly gave a dry cough, stopped the laugh, and said: "Chen Zikun is over half a hundred years old, his wife is so beautiful, and his two daughters must be beautiful women."

　　Party Patriotic Road: "His eldest daughter is almost in her early twenties this year, and the youngest daughter is only ten years old and has not developed yet. Both daughters are peerless beauties. I have seen photos of them."

　　Lei said fiercely: "Which hapless and lucky is Chen Zikun's son-in-law, finding such a rich and powerful old man, a charming wife, to put it in a literary way, it is really painful and happy."

Dang Paiguo Road: "Chen Yan never married. Chen Zikun and his old brothers defected in 1967. Chen Yan was busy performing the last operation and missed the plane. Later, Premier Zhou came to protect her, but she was still assigned. I went to a leprosy village. At that time, she was 40 years old. She worked for a while, and died before she got the trouble. There is still a temple dedicated to her. They say that she is a nine-day goddess who descended to the world. The youngest daughter, Chen Jiao, later found a famous musician, and there was nothing to say."

　　 Lei Meng looked fascinated and said: "I want to see what I said."

Dang Paiguo Road: "Forget it, Fenglin Road is tightly guarded. Now it is an extraordinary period. Before you get close, you will be beaten into a sieve. Even if you get in, the Chen family is not good, regardless of whether you are a maid or a servant. All cooks and drivers would shoot. During the warlord’s melee, the Jiangdong Police Commissioner Mai Zilong turned down Chen. Thousands of police besieged the Shuai’s mansion. Chen Zikun was not in Jinjiang at the time. It was his wives who led the guards to fight the enemy and kill the corpses. Do you dare to provoke such a person?"

　　Lei sneered fiercely: "I just talked."

Dang Aiguo Road: "I'm done talking, go back to sleep~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The three of them go to the room to sleep. They live in three rooms side by side, European-style furniture, iron canopy beds, and there is a bathroom with a bathtub in the room. Hot water is available 24 hours a day. It was a superior room in the 1940s. Liu Yan went straight to the window and opened the curtains. Outside was a lonely neon. The most prosperous places in Omi City are here, but now There are no pedestrians on the street, only the fortress made up of sandbags in the middle of the street, which looks out of place against the large Hollywood movie posters and Coca-Cola advertisements nearby.

Although Liu Yanzhi didn’t interrupt the patriotic stories he told the party, he was quite moved. He became very interested in the legend and his legendary family members. Across the sky of snowflakes, the huge clock on the clock tower opposite the hour hand. Point to ten, there is enough time to get close to historical figures.

Liu Yanzhi dressed in a short dress, opened the window and climbed out. Two minutes later, he fell in the back alley of the Suzaku Hotel. The snow was already thick and he creaked when he stepped on it. If he walked out grandiosely, his footprints would betray him. Military police on patrol.

It’s time to try Treading Xue Wuhen's kung fu, Liu Yanzhi thought to himself that when the time traveled to 1900, Xia Feixiong, the founder of Yanzimen, passed on to himself a set of hidden weapons and trivial kungfu, which is said to be a secret book left by Jin Yiwei of the Ming Dynasty. Miles, after training, let alone walking on the snow, there are no traces, and you can walk on the water with lotus leaves.

　　 In the snowy night, a figure walked swiftly on the roof and ran towards the mansion of the commander of Fenglin Road.

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