After Luo Jinming pulled his neck and shouted, a middle-aged man came out in the room wearing clothes. When he saw that it was Luo Jinming through the fence, he immediately frowned, "Why is it you again? Don't my father say he doesn't know?"

"This is Huang Zhonghua, the son of Mr. Huang..." Luo Jinming turned around and said, "It's not me... it's these people." Luo Jinming pointed behind him, "These people are here to apologize!"

"Apology?" The middle-aged man looked at Zhang Guozhong and his son and Captain Lu, but he didn't look like bad guys. "What apologize?"

"That's right. I'm the captain of the archaeological team. Your father advised me a few days ago, but I didn't listen. Now something really happened, so I'll apologize to the old man... I... I came on behalf of the government!" Captain Lu was quite good at speaking.

"Come in!" When I heard the two sons of the government, the middle-aged man saw a little light on his face, "Dad! The government has sent someone here! (Dialect)"

To be honest, although it has been reform and opening up for many years, Mr. Huang’s house is not like a modern family. Apart from a 14-inch color TV, the only household appliance is an electric fan, which is broken everywhere and even the bowls for eating are vacant. As soon as you enter the house, Zhang Guozhong will inevitably feel sad. He is still an old revolutionary. If he doesn’t reach out, will you take the initiative in your place...?

As soon as he saw Captain Lu, the old man's face immediately sank. He sat on the kang and twisted his head without saying a word.

"Old Master Huang..." Captain Lu didn't know what to say, "Oh... I had so many people and eyes that day, so I couldn't help it... I attached great importance to your advice, but I couldn't help it with it. I hope you can always understand..."

"Hmph!" The old man snorted fiercely and said a lot. After this, Zhang Guozhong finally understood why Captain Lu said he couldn't understand it at that time, because no one could understand this way of speaking...

"My father said that if you don't listen to the old man, you will be worried about something!" Huang Zhonghua translated.

"Hey? Oh yes! Yes! I know something is wrong now! The old man taught a lesson right!" Captain Lu smiled, but Old Master Huang still didn't say a word, smoking a cigarette outside the window with his legs crossed.

"Old man! I heard you say that there was a Taoist sermon set up a temple here! I would like to ask you about the situation at that time!" Zhang Guozhong asked in a slight voice, "I am the junior of these Taoist sermons!"

After Zhang Guozhong said this, not only Mr. Huang, but also Luo Jinming and Captain Lu were so shocked that they stared at each other.

"Look, is this the Taoist who came here back then?" Zhang Guozhong secretly thanked that he was still carrying the photo of Mr. Ma whom he wanted from Qianyuanguan.

After taking the photo, Old Huang finally saw a smile on his face, nodded slightly, and said something rumbled.

"My father said that the Taoist priest in the middle has two on the right, and the three on the left are not!" Huang Zhonghua translated.

"Oh? Are you sure?" Zhang Guozhong frowned. The photo was not someone else. It was a photo of Mr. Ma and his five disciples. According to the records of Qian Yuanguan, this photo was taken in 1935 and was taken by British Li Fry. According to the master's words, when Mr. Ma left Qian Yuanguan, he took five disciples with him. The two disciples on the right mentioned by Mr. Huang were the fourth disciple Liu Zhenyu and his younger disciple Dai Zhenyun.

"My father said he had a deep memory... He said there was an elderly Taoist priest who was not in this photo..." Old Huang sighed and opened his conversation with a gurgling sound. Huang Zhonghua became a synchronous translator...

In May 1940, the Battle of Zaoyi started. The Japanese army assembled more than 80 brigades of troops (a brigade of the Japanese army, equivalent to a division of the national army at that time). Under the command of the command of the 11th Japanese army, Guanmai and Ichiro of the Japanese army, in an attempt to encircle and annihilate the main force of the fifth war zone in Zaoyang and Yichang. Under the desperate resistance of the national army, the Japanese army did not achieve its goal. In the end, our army cut off the transportation line of Dangyang and Jingmen, and became a turtle in the jar (although the Japanese army did not achieve its goal in the end, the losses of the national army were far beyond expectations. The famous anti-Japanese general and General Zhang Zizhong, commander-in-chief of the 33rd Army of the Kuomintang, also died here).

Huang Zongsu was the deputy captain of the Huangjiawan guerrillas at that time. The entire guerrillas were composed of 37 people, including two lesbians who were specifically responsible for contacting the underground party and district committee. When the Zaoyi Battle started, the guerrillas received the order: mobilize all forces that can be mobilized, distract the enemy's attention within their ability, destroy as much enemy combat facilities as possible, and cooperate with the front-line war of resistance.

Later, due to the fall of Yichang, the liaison officer died, and the liaison between the guerrillas and the underground party was interrupted for a while. In order to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings, captain Chen Jian led the guerrillas to contact the 18th Army of the Kuomintang and began to cooperate with the 18th Army to carry out the battle against the Japanese Third Division. At first, the Kuomintang army was very disdainful of the guerrillas and basically just asked the guerrillas to engage in some rear work, which made the guerrillas who had been through many battles very dissatisfied. Later, captain Chen Jian bet with a leader named Wang, a 199th Division of the 18th Army, who was surnamed Wang, who was in charge of the guerrillas, if the guerrillas could take the Japanese within five days.

The arsenal located in Yichang County assigned major tasks to the guerrillas. If they could not be transported within five days, the guerrillas would have to deal a miscellaneous task to the 199th Division for one year. Captain Chen Jian was reckless and agreed without thinking. But when he arrived near the arsenal in Yichang County, he was stunned. It turned out that this arsenal was located outside Yichang City (Yichang County is about 30 kilometers north of Yichang City), so it was of special significance to the Japanese army, and the guard was quite strict. People began to patrol day and night 300 meters away from the arsenal. Not to mention five days, even if there were fifty days to dig tunnels, they could not be dug...

It was also as the guerrillas were lucky. Just when the deadline was just two days away, the Kuomintang Second Army came over. The Japanese left behind in Yichang County, so the idle people who were patrolling 300 meters away were all transferred to the front line. There were only about two squads left behind in the arsenal (a Japanese squad of about 40 people). In addition to those who changed shifts and rested, there were only more than 30 people standing guard. They were rich in fighting on one-on-one. This made the captain Chen Jianle badly. On the last night, he brought all his troops to raid the arsenal. He also seized a lot of Type 94 pistols and grenades before detonating the ammunition depot. Not only was the entire guerrilla team not only not injured, but also used fashionable equipment.

The arsenal was bombed, which was a cauldron for the Japanese to remove firewood. Both the 18th Army and the Second Army issued commendations orders, but they didn't know who they wanted to reward. All the divisions under the legion and the regiment did not know who they bombed the Japanese arsenal. In the end, this regiment commander Wang reported to the command center. Only then did the senior generals of the National Army realize that such a brave and warlike guerrilla team was still active behind the enemy.

After this incident, the command center had to look at this guerrilla force with admiration and gradually began to delegate some tasks to the guerrillas that were more difficult and more dangerous than the frontline battle, such as firing warehouses, burning camps and other types until the end of the Zaoyi Battle and the guerrillas reconnected with the underground party. Just as the Zaoyi Battle was coming to an end, the guerrillas suddenly received such a task, which was to cooperate with the engineers to secretly build two French platforms...

"French platform?" Zhang Guozhong frowned.

"Yes, the Filing Platform..." Old Man Huang kept nodding, and he could understand these two words.

According to Huang Zonghu's recollection, the task was not given by the Kuomintang general, but a strange person. The so-called strangeness was not because of his strange appearance or behavior, but because of his strange age. It is said that he was born in 1903. In theory, he was only in his 30s, but how he looked like he was almost 60 years old. For a small guerrilla team, the person holding a handwritten order from Li Zongren, the commander of the Fifth War Zone of the Kuomintang: he ordered his troops to accept full dispatch. Those who saw this order were like Delin (Li Zongren, whose courtesy name was Delin). Below was a bright red seal. It seems that this handwritten order was like the ancient Shangfang sword. As long as it was Li Zongren's subordinate, it would be effective. As for this mysterious holding, it was introduced by the leader of the Wang Dynasty at that time.

At that time, Yichang City had been captured, and the guerrillas were located in the enemy-occupied area, so everything was quite risky. In order to cover up, the construction of the Jiangnan legislature was disguised as a civil ceremony, and hundreds of people were organized to cover it by the guerrillas. The legislature in Jiangbei was relatively close to the Japanese patrol site, so it was simply dug underground. All the projects were done secretly at night. There were four brothers in the guerrillas, and the stonemason craftsmanship heirloomed at home.

All square bricks of the ritual platform were chiseled by these four brothers. It is said that the patterns were chiseled according to the pictures drawn by Daoye. There were 360 ​​stone bricks in the two ritual platforms in Jiangnan and Jiangbei. It took three days and three nights. Due to the tight time, the four brothers were exhausted. The stone pillars that built the ritual platform were loaded in a coffin (there were indeed dead people in the coffin, and the pillars were just below the dead people) were transported from other places. I don’t know where it came from.

"On the night of casting the spell, the storm was shaking, and the river flowed back!" Huang Zhonghua sweated while translating, and even didn't believe it himself. "Throwing a tree branch into the river will sink!"

In Old Man Huang's memory, one night, except for the guerrillas, all villagers were warned not to go out. The guerrillas were responsible for guarding the law platform with a casually dressed Kuomintang scout squad. For this reason, Captain Wang also sent someone to equip each of the guerrillas with the most advanced carbine at that time. You know, this was a fashionable firearm that even the Kuomintang ace army could not guarantee everyone. When they were handed over to the guerrillas, everyone could not even find the insurance.

"I once met the Taoist priest in the photo and wanted to ask what they wanted to do. Although everyone was superstitious at that time, they could tell the priority. The Japanese devils were all attacked at the doorstep. If you have money to practice the law, it would be better to buy a few more machine guns to attack the devils!" Although Old Man Huang was not young, his thoughts were very clear. "The Taoist Master told me, 'There is no quiet place in the world, no worries, so it is quiet. However, the world is robbed and the people are suffering from disasters. How can you not worry about anything even if you die?' I didn't understand at the time, so I found someone to write this down and wanted to wait until Dao Master finished his method to ask him carefully. As a result..." Speaking of this, Old Man Huang was still crying and couldn't say a word.

"How was the result..." Zhang Guozhong couldn't wait.

"I am responsible for Jiangbei. According to Dao Master's instructions, we were not allowed to go in no matter what happened. We had been waiting outside the door for three days. Later, we felt something was wrong, so we went in and found that Dao Master... he had already died of blood from his seven orifices..." Huang Zhonghua translated while wiping his father's tears. "Later we sent someone back to report the news, and we realized that the slander over there also died of death. He was also bleeding from his seven orifices. Because the peaceful point in the south, the villagers buried Dao Master and the Dharma Platform together. The Dao Master in the north died so miserably. We could only secretly transport Dao Master's body to Jiangnan and then buried..."

"Do you know, what is their purpose for doing this?" Zhang Guozhong's eyes also had a hint of rosy.

"Later I learned that on the night that Dao Master did, the Japanese had a group of reinforcements and weapons and ammunition to be transported to Yichang by water. Dao Master tried his best to overturn the Japanese ship!" Old Man Huang sighed in tears, "If I had known this was the case, I would have to give Dao Master a good coffin even if I sold the house! Unfortunately, I went back to find the one who gave the order, and I would have left long ago. I didn't even know what the two Dao Masters were named...!"

"It seems that there is indeed a record!" Captain Lu said, "When the Zaoyi Battle is about to end, a Japanese transport fleet encountered a storm that was not seen in the Yangtze River in a century while sailing from Wuhan to Yichang for reinforcements, and the entire army was wiped out! Several brigades of reinforcements and thousands of tons of weapons, ammunition and strategic materials were buried in the fish's belly, which also damaged the Japanese army in Wuhan, and it was difficult to organize large-scale reinforcements. At that time, land transportation in Dangyang and Jingmen was on the ground.

The line has been cut off by the Kuomintang army, and the Japanese army entrenched in Yichang was in a dilemma, so they were preparing to supply Yichang through water from Wuhan. At that time, the Kuomintang's river defense force was already very weak. If this transport fleet had not sunk in the middle of the storm, the entire battle would have been dragged down. If the Japanese army took this time to adjust their deployment and open up land transportation lines, the main force of the entire Fifth War Zone might have been dragged down!"

"By the way, young man, who are you from that Taoist master?" Old Man Huang asked Zhang Guozhong.

"Hey!" Zhang Guozhong's eyes were rosy, "He is my uncle... By the way, Mr. Huang, can you take me to the grave of Dao Master?"

"It's gone long ago! I remember that the grave was on the riverside at that time. I went there every year. Later, one year later, I found that it was changed to digging sand, and the ship dug the sand was dug! These people who suffered from the plague of heaven!"

"Ah? The sand dug it out!? Then..." Zhang Guozhong and Luo Jinming had an unanimous pair of eyes. "Is it the remains of Yingzun Hotel... it is Mr. Ma's!?"

...

Before leaving, Zhang Guozhong called Huang Zhonghua to the yard, reached out and took out five thousand yuan from his bag and handed it over.

"Brother Zhang, what are you...what are you doing?" Huang Zhonghua pushed Zhang Guozhong's money back.

"Brother Huang, don't get me wrong. This is the money I give to the old man. The old man goes to pay tribute to my uncle every year. I have nothing to be filial to him. I brought so much today! I will definitely come to my house to thank him again another day!"

"Oh!" Huang Zhonghua hesitated for a moment and still took the money. "Actually, the government comes every year and gives money and things. My father said he doesn't want anything, saying that he can't cause trouble to the country. In the past two years, there have been digging sand everywhere, and there are fewer fish in the river... By the way, Brother Zhang, my father asks me to ask you, what's the name of that Taoist master?"

"This..." Zhang Guozhong hesitated for a moment, "The surname is Ma, the name is Sijiazi...Ma Sijia!"

"Yes! Yes! Never dig, how to dig it, how to bury it back for me!" Captain Lu kept shouting with Zhang Guozhong's cell phone next to him, "Report? I don't care about that, you make up the reason yourself, what is not worth discovering, what is not a historical site, you make up the content yourself! Yes! Tell Director Mou that he wants to dig and let him dig it by himself! Just say what I said..."

...

As soon as he left, Zhang Guozhong's first thing was to call Manager Qi of Yingzun Hotel and ask how the wall with bones was handled.

"The eagle (thrown) into the river!" Manager Qi answered very simply.

"Twist... to the river!" Zhang Guozhong's regretful intestines were cleared. He thought to himself that it was really a ghost urging him. Why did he tell him such a solution? If he buried him, he could find someone to dig it out. If he threw it into the river, where would he find it? He is worthy of being Wang Zihao's subordinate, how can he save trouble?

"Mr. Zhang, don't worry, my department is standing in the middle of the Yangtze River Bridge and the eagle goes down! Ensure that the department throws it to the deepest place, it is absolutely impossible for the department to get silver...!" Manager Qi was quite confident. Zhang Guozhong was almost crying on the phone...

Early in the morning, Wuhan Yangtze River Bridge.

"Yicheng, please recite a few poems describing the Yangtze River for me!"

"The old friend left the Yellow Crane Tower, and the fireworks were in Yangzhou in March. The lonely sail was in the sky, and the sky was flowing. Zhang Yicheng stood by the river and raised his hand to release the kite in his hand. In the blue sky, the kite spread its wings and flew high, chirping at the heart of the river.

"Do you know who wrote it?" Looking at the surging river, Zhang Guozhong smiled slightly at Zhang Yicheng.

"Li Bai! What's wrong with you, Dad?"

"I will teach you another poem, listen..." Zhang Guozhong ignored his son's question, but recited a poem by himself, "The green mountains cannot stop the surging of the vast land, but only the long embankment is made with flesh and blood. It is difficult for the three seats to report, and the people have to comfort my body..."

"Hey, Dad, who wrote this? Is this a poem describing the Yangtze River?" At this time, the kite flew back and landed in Zhang Yicheng's hands.

"Yicheng, do you know what a hero is?" Zhang Guozhong said.

"Hero, you're not afraid of death!"

"Wrong, bad people are not afraid of death if they rob banks. That's a hero?" Zhang Guozhong touched Zhang Yicheng's head, "It's not a hero for the sake of continuing to live but not afraid of death if they continue to live but not afraid of death if they continue to live but not afraid of death if they are...!"

"Dad, what does this mean?"

"I will understand when you grow up"... Zhang Guozhong looked at the rolling river water under his feet, pulled Zhang Yicheng toward Hankou...

This is China, which may be occupied, but it will never be conquered!
Chapter completed!