After Chiang Kai-shek left, Zhuang Jihua realized that the matter could not be saved. Chiang Kai-shek refused to give up part of his power, which meant that he was always at the center of the struggle, which meant that the attacks on him by the Kuomintang in Wuhan would not stop, and his interference in the workers' and peasants' movement would have a dispute with the **. The characteristics of the soldiers would make him choose force for granted. Sure enough, shortly after Chiang Kai-shek returned to Nanchang, Jiang Xianyun returned to Wuhan after the Spring Festival.

"He turned to the right completely." Jiang Xianyun told Zhuang Jihua: "In Jiangxi, he encouraged workers to confront each other, and supported local tyrants and evil gentry against the peasant association in the countryside."

Zhuang Jihua looked at Jiang Xianyun with a grim expression and felt bitter: "Wushan, how could the principal ask you to return to Wuhan?"

In Zhuang Jihua's view, Chiang Kai-shek attached great importance to Jiang Xianyun, and even asked him to work in a core department like Confidentiality Department when he knew he was a member of the **.

"I've seen him clearly. He is really a complete false revolution as Director Deng said. Sooner or later, the revolution will be destroyed in his hands." Jiang Xianyun said gritted his teeth, and suddenly he smiled again, with a strong sarcasm in his smile: "If I stay in Nanchang and declare **, would you guess where he gave me?"

Zhuang Jihua shook his head blankly, and Jiang Xianyun laughed: "Team Commander of the First Division."

Zhuang Jihua couldn't help laughing, this bargaining chip was big enough: "The principal has really put a good intention on you."

Jiang Xianyun threw his hand: "Nothing can do, I will not betray my faith. He is a true martyr with dazzling talent. He is so dazzling among the stars of Huangpu. If Zhuang Jihua had not plagiarized the result of his previous life, he would have been hard to see him. However, his dazzling talent did not leave many traces in history. This is undoubtedly the tragedy of the times.

"Wushan, where are you going in the future?" Zhuang Jihua is not concerned about how the political situation develops now. Instead, he cares about his friend's future. With Jiang Xianyun's talent, he has never heard of his name in his previous life, which means that he is likely not avoiding this storm.

"The organization plans to let me go to the workers' picket team to be the captain." As long as Zhuang Jihua is not a secret, Jiang Xianyun has no intention of hiding it. In fact, he also wants to know Zhuang Jihua's suggestions.

Zhuang Jihua nodded: "Well, it's okay. It's okay if you don't join the army for the time being."

"But I still want to go to the army." Jiang Xianyun was a little dissatisfied with this arrangement. He was a soldier trained by a regular military academy and was full of desire for combat.

"Wushan listens to me and don't join the army again. If you really want to go, go to Ye Ting's army. After all, it is the army of your party, and Jinsheng (i.e. Xu Jishen) and others are there. It will be helpful to you in the future."

Jiang Xianyun was a little surprised and his expression became a little solemn. He pondered for a moment and carefully chose to speak, "I heard that the Commander-in-Chief once talked to you when he was in Wuhan. Is there any news?"

Zhuang Jihua thought about it and felt that he could still tell him something, at least to make him believe that he designed a way to save his life for him: "It was talked about, but he did not accept my advice."

Jiang Xianyun frowned and asked in a deep voice: "What did you say to him? How could he give me the position of the commander of the First Division? Didn't he keep it for you? And the whole army agreed unanimously."

Although Zhuang Jihua knew that Jiang Xianyun's purpose was to know what he said, the teacher was just to make him feel at ease.

"It's nothing. I suggest that the principal give in temporarily and hand over the party power and the regime to Wuhan. He just needs to retain military power." Zhuang Jihua only said halfway, and he dared not say anything to the peasant union. He was afraid that Jiang Xianyun would turn against him on the spot.

Zhuang Jihua hesitated for a while and added: "I finally suggested that if someone advised him to use force to resolve the current dispute, that person would kill him."

Jiang Xianyun was shocked. He had thought that Chiang Kai-shek would use force. But he didn't expect that so quickly, he stared at Zhuang Jihua and asked, "Do you think he would use force now?"

Zhuang Jihua shook his head: "I can't do it now, but I won't do it if I haven't taken Nanjing and Shanghai."

"What do you mean is to take over Nanjing and Shanghai?" Jiang Xianyun was very nervous. Just as Zhuang Jihua admired him, he also admired Zhuang Jihua. Whether it was reorganizing the Sichuan Army or the Niuxing War, even Zhuang Jihua's development plan for the Kuomintang made him sincerely admired.

Zhuang Jihua hesitated for a moment and finally nodded. When he immediately said, "Wushan, this is just my judgment. Without any evidence to support it, the principal said that he did not have such an idea at the moment."

From the earliest Xuan Xiafu incident to the later Dishaji tragedy, Zhuang Jihua won everything, which had already given Jiang Xianyun a high trust in him, so he did not listen to Zhuang Jihua's supplementary explanation at all.

"The principal has a strong sense of self-esteem and is very stubborn. The Zhongshan Ship incident was a scar in his heart, and this scar cannot be revealed. He is afraid of losing power, and is afraid that someone will re-check the Zhongshan Ship, so he dare not lose power."

"Nanjing, Shanghai," Zhuang Jihua was still chattering and analyzing. Jiang Xianyun murmured, his words full of anxiety: "I want to report to the organization."

Zhuang Jihua was slightly stunned, and then he figured out how to not report such an important situation with Jiang Xianyun's party spirit. He asked bitterly: "How do you report it? Just based on my words? Do you have any evidence? Will the top leaders of your party believe it? Will Borotin believe it?"

Jiang Xianyun was stunned: "What should I do?"

"I don't know." Zhuang Jihua said frankly and sadly: "I thought a lot, but there is no way. When the Zhongshan ship was actually the best opportunity."

When Zhuang Jihua said this, he couldn't help but feel a little resentful of their short-sightedness at the time. He held three regiments and five armies. There were also party representatives at all levels within Huangpu. At that time, Chiang Kai-shek was easily defeated.

"I heard that Mr. Wang is coming back soon. Maybe things may turn around when he comes back." Jiang Xianyun was a little ill and rushed to seek medical treatment. He was a party member and still knew his attitude towards the top leaders. Chen Duxiu, both Moscow and the Central Committee, is still in line with Jiang, and he is not prepared for the upcoming danger.

"Don't have any illusions about this person." Zhuang Jihua looked down on Wang Jingwei at all. This person's performance on the Zhongshan ship has proved that he could not fight against Chiang Kai-shek at all.

Jiang Xianyun was deeply surprised. In his opinion, Wang Jingwei was a revolutionary leftist and had a high reputation within the Kuomintang and among the people. If he returned to his country, he would be able to unite a large number of Kuomintang members. People like Zhu Peide, Li Zongren, Cheng Qian, and Tan Yankai may have been on the side of the revolution because of him.

"No," Jiang Xianyun said suspiciously.

"Hmph," Zhuang Jihua laughed, his laughter full of sarcasm: "Wushan, don't have any hope for him. Your party should start a response plan immediately, as long as the principal starts to share the collective with force."

"I will definitely report to the central government if you say it." Jiang Xianyun said in a deep voice. But he was not sure whether the central government would listen to him. In fact, he had no right to write to the central government directly, so he could only report to the Hubei Provincial Party Committee. The Hubei Provincial Party Committee..., he couldn't help but think of that arrogant face. It would be great if Director Zhou was there, and he sighed in his heart.

"Wushan, I'm talking about it first. You and I are friends. I can remind you, but I don't have this obligation for others. I will not admit that I said these words." Zhuang Jihua said seriously.

Jiang Xianyun was furious: "Cultural Revolution, what are you talking about! Once Chiang Kai-shek rebelled, how many comrades would be blood flowing into a river? Why are you still swaying? You actually want to go with him."

Jiang Xianyun immediately realized Zhuang Jihua's intentions. Zhuang Jihua was unwilling to completely cut off his relationship with Chiang Kai-shek and wanted to leave a way out.

"Wushan, I do not agree with the principal's military purge, but I do not agree with some of the propositions of the Party," Zhuang Jihua seemed very calm: "I do not have the spirit of dedication like you. I am essentially greedy for pleasure. I can't live the Puritan-like life of the Party."

"You..." Jiang Xianyun pointed at Zhuang Jihua with great qi and shivered: "Our party serves the country and the people, and the working people. Is there anything wrong?"

"Wushan, I'm telling the truth." Zhuang Jihua said weakly. He was extremely confused. His worries about his friends and his fear of history were intertwined, making him confused and not knowing how to deal with himself.

"No, you are afraid of workers and peasants at heart, and are afraid of revolution." Jiang Xianyun said angrily: "Sword Soul (i.e. Xuan Xiafu) is right. You are not a revolutionary."

Jiang Xianyun was very disappointed and very sad. He did not expect that Zhuang Jihua would still insist on his views on the Party over the past few years, and his efforts were not effective at all.

Faced with Jiang Xianyun's accusation, Zhuang Jihua argued: "Wushan! My view on the revolution is different from that of you. You said I am afraid of workers and peasants. But now, as far as Wuhan is concerned, are their actions correct? I told you before. You must control the workers and peasants' movement and cannot blindly pursue rapidity. You have also seen those people I caught the ground during the Northern Expedition. Can they be considered good people? But they are also cadres of the peasant association!"

"This is just a naive child in the early stage of the revolution, which is understandable." Jiang Xianyun blushed and argued: "And you cannot deny the workers' and peasants' movement by individual behavior!"

"This naivety should be controlled from the beginning, instilling revolutionary beliefs in the law, using laws to regulate revolutionary behavior, rather than blindly pursuing speed. If a tree breaks, you can't cut down a forest!"

"A forest?" Jiang Xianyun sneered: "Have you ever seen it in the countryside? Have you ever seen it in the factory? Do you know what life workers and farmers live? Is this fair? Can it work without revolution?"

"There is no absolute fairness! Never! Fairness should be reflected in the law! Rather than equalizing the rich and the poor, the revolution that equals the rich and the poor can only be a temporary revolution, and new unfairness will also arise after the revolution. Therefore, the goal of the revolution is to end the war and establish a just and fair society. This fairness and fairness is reflected in the formulation and execution of the law." Zhuang Jihua's rebuttal was not polite, and the two of them faced each other's tit-for-tat, just like when they were in Shaoguan.

Song Yunfei and Wu Ziniu listened to the sound inside outside the door, with a worried look on their faces. Xiaoxiu was a little anxious, "Why did they start arguing? What are you still standing and doing? Don't you know how to go in and persuade?"

As she said that, she pushed the door open and went in. Xiaoxiu was moving too fast. Before Song Yunfei could stop her, she went in.

"Go out!" Two sounds sounded inside at the same time.

Xiao Xiu was startled and quickly withdrew. After coming out, she felt that she was too weak. "What's wrong with this? Why did it come out now." Xiao Xiu bit her silver teeth and wanted to push the door in again. Song Yunfei quickly stopped her and shook her head seriously. Then she said softly: "Don't worry, no one can persuade them to quarrel."

Wu Ziniu also said: "It's okay, it's going to be quarrel. They know the importance of it, so there won't be anything."

There was a sound in the room.

"Our Party advocates that it is the highest goal of mankind and the only correct way to liberate all mankind."

"But Marx also said that the road was tortuous. Borotin also said that the current Chinese revolution is a national revolution, not a ** revolution."

"But the future is bright, and it will eventually go to **."

"But what China needs most at present is to unite all sectors of society to defeat the warlords. As long as they agree with this proposition, they can unite. Then when formulating the Constitution and Civil Law, they will put the goal of achieving the revolution into it, which is completely feasible."

"If the masses do not mobilize, the local laws are only laws for the rich, and are by no means laws for workers and peasants."

"This is an excuse. Can your party not participate in the formulation of laws? Your party can represent them completely. How can you say that it is just a law for the rich?"

"But the Chinese people are too numb. Without storms and rains, the revolution is not enough to shake them. But once the people start, it can destroy everything. Look at the Northern Expedition, we have less than 100,000 people swept across the two lakes, Jiangxi, defeating Wu Peifu and Sun Chuanfang for more than 400,000 troops. Why can this be done? Isn't it just the reason for mobilizing the masses? Why don't you admit these facts!"

The collision of thoughts is the easiest way to spark sparks, but it is not visible to these two people. The argument between them is getting more and more intense. Song Yunfei and Wu Ziniu feel that this time is different from before, and both of them have a tendency to be uncontrollable.

"Zi Niu, I have to think of a way to let them stop."

"Why are they?" Xiaoxiu couldn't understand at all. In her opinion, these two were very close friends, quite like the ancients said about life and death. But now the quarrels have exceeded her understanding.

"The two of them never quarrel about personal matters, not for this revolution." Wu Ziniu was a little dissatisfied with Jiang Xianyun. He couldn't understand what they were quarreling, the laws, the systems, and these things were too profound. He didn't understand. He only cared about Zhuang Jihua. He thought he was a good man, a good officer, and a good boss. In recent years, he had been deeply impressed by him. This young commander usually looked happy and didn't care about anything. He always said that he was afraid of death and endured hardships. But when he really needed it, he was more cruel than anyone else. He dared to lead the way in Zhangmutou or Niuxing.

"Xiaoxiu." Song Yunfei pulled Xiaoxiu over and whispered to him: "Go and ask Dr. Yordie to check the rounds and check the division commander. Go quickly."

Xiaoxiu hurriedly walked away.

"The sky is about to change." Song Yunfei sighed with a tragic expression. Over the years, he was remembering his master's teachings. In order to save the country, his brothers and brothers were in the battlefield. The master said that where is the country? Zhuang Jihua in the room once explained to him. He also thought he had found it, and he devoted himself to the revolution. But now..., where is China's future?

Yordy soon drove Jiang Xianyun away, but after he left, Zhuang Jihua felt puzzled again. How did he make a fuss today? He was a little confused.

"Teacher, do whatever they want, you can't control it." Wu Ziniu advised him when he saw that Zhuang Jihua's expression was not good.

"Why are you quarreling? Two big men are still quarreling." Xiaoxiu muttered. She didn't understand. In her opinion, they had a good relationship. She was very unhappy that she was "going out" in unison just now.

"Don't make trouble." Wu Ziniu interrupted her impatiently.

Xiaoxiu glared at her eyes and put her hands on Xiaoliu's waist and was about to get angry. Zhuang Jihua asked in a low voice: "Xiaoxiu, do you have a position in the union?"

Xiao Xiu didn't even look back and shouted, "Don't talk."

"Why did I cause trouble? You can make it clear. "Come on, my little ancestor, is it me who caused trouble?" Wu Ziniu didn't want to argue with her, and she winked at him while saying that. Zhuang Jihua was obviously a little tired.

"Hmph, let you go." Xiao Xiu also noticed that Zhuang Jihua's expression was wrong, and immediately stopped, but turned to ask Zhuang Jihua: "What did you say just now?"

"I ask you about the union, are you an activist or have you held any position in the union?"

Xiaoxiu was a little puzzled, but she still replied: "If you don't hold a position, you can be considered one of the activists. The team leader praised me for being active last time."

Zhuang Jihua asked with a slight hue, and then asked, "Xiaoxiu, I've been here for so many days, thanks for your care, so I'll give you a suggestion, I hope you can listen."

"Tell me." Xiaoxiu became serious. Today's things were too extraordinary, one by one unexpectedly.

"Don't participate in union activities for the time being, or don't speak or do anything to show off. OK?"

"Teacher, are you scared?" Song Yunfei asked in a depressed manner.

Zhuang Jihua was a little surprised. He looked at Song Yunfei, but saw that the latter had a dark face, and his eyes were very confused and hesitant.

"Yunfei, Xiaoxiu, sit down. Ziniu, close the door." Zhuang Jihua felt it was necessary to tell them.

Seeing Zhuang Jihua's expression, the three of them hurriedly followed his instructions. After Wu Ziniu closed the door, he sat in front of the bed in a regular manner.

"The current situation is very bad. The principal and Wuhan have a conflict. The inside story is very complicated, including conflicts within the Kuomintang and conflicts between the Kuomintang and the Communist Party. However, one is certain. If no miracles occur, the principal and Wuhan will definitely part ways. Now the local problem is a separate way. If it is limited to the upper class, then you are fine. But if it is a knife and a gun, then there will be many people who have fallen into the ground. Xiaoxiu, this is why I advise you to keep a low profile."

"But, Chiang Kai-shek is not in Wuhan." Xiaoxiu said.

"Didn't I just say it? It also includes the contradiction between the Kuomintang and the Communist Party. If the Kuomintang and the Communist Party are separated by swords and guns, then the trade union and peasant association will become their primary target." Since Xiaoxiu was present, Zhuang Jihua did not dare to say too thoroughly. If only Song Yunfei and Wu Ziniu were the only ones, he could tell them a lot of analysis.

Xiaoxiu seemed to understand something, but Song Yunfei and Wu Ziniu understood it. Zhuang Jihua's purpose was to protect Xiaoxiu so as not to lose his life in the coming storm.

"Xiao Xiu, the teacher's words cannot be spread out. You can just know, do you understand?" Wu Ziniu ordered in a serious tone, but Xiao Xiu nodded rarely, without any objection.

Song Yunfei opened his mouth to ask, but suddenly remembered that Xiaoxiu was present. He closed his mouth again and sighed heavily.

"Yun Fei, don't sigh. What should come must come. This hidden danger has been buried with the Prime Minister." Zhuang Jihua said softly.

"Teacher, is the revolution over like this?" Song Yunfei finally couldn't help but ask.

"No, it's just a temporary setback." Zhuang Jihua didn't want to hide it from Song Yunfei. He was different from Wu Ziniu, and he was more similar to Jiang Xianyun. He was fanatical and brave enough to sacrifice himself, but he showed it differently. Just like the process of getting to Zhuang Jihua, when he concluded that Zhuang Jihua was right, he followed him without hesitation.

"Revolution is a long process. The ultimate goal of the revolution is to let the people live a good life. Otherwise, no matter which party gains power, the revolution cannot be said to be successful." Zhuang Jihua's words entered Song Yunfei's ears word by word: "Yunfei, nothing will be smooth sailing. This revolution can at least achieve one goal, which is to completely overthrow the Beiyang regime."

"But, imperialism,..., hasn't imperialism been driven out yet?" Song Yunfei was a little excited.
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