They escaped, but everyone was in a bad mood. Song Yunfei and Wu Ziniu remained vigilant and urged the ship boss to speed up. Jiang Xianyun had found their ship, and there was inevitably no interception in front.

Zhuang Jihua didn't care about anything. Every day, he either went to bed or looked at each other in a daze. Warships with flags of various countries were cruising on the river. The gunboats had been removed, and the muzzles were high and they rushed around. There were not many Chinese ships on the river, mainly passenger ships. The difference between the two was very easy. Most of the passengers on the upward ships were ordinary clothes or even a little ragged, while most of the downwards were gorgeously dressed and were dragging their families with their families.

After the ship entered Jiangxi, there was a sudden smell of blood in the air. Gunshots came from time to time from time to time. The already tense nerves on the ship immediately became nervous, and everyone picked up the weapons in their hands.

Du Yuming looked at the telescope for a long time and finally found the source of the gunshots. Several soldiers riding horses were chasing two people, shooting into the sky while chasing them. The gunshots were crisp and harsh.

"Relax, it's not for us." Du Yuming put down his telescope and said to everyone. Zhuang Jihua was depressed, and Du Yuming naturally achieved command, although his military rank was lower than Song Yunfei.

Although it had nothing to do with them, the alert on the ship was significantly strengthened. Wu Ziniu put the machine gun at hand. Song Yunfei found the boss of the ship and asked if he could speed up.

"In the Cultural Revolution, did we get off the boat in Jiangbei? If they stopped us in Jiujiang, it would be troublesome." Du Yuming said to Zhuang Jihua. "No, Jiujiang is Zhu Peide's territory. Zhu Peide will not arrest us. On the contrary, he will treat us more courtesy." Zhuang Jihua said without thinking.

Du Yuming was a little stunned, and Zhuang Jihua continued: "Although Zhu Peide vowed to support Wuhan, he was actually speculating. He speculated between the principal and Wuhan. Wuhan appointed him as the chairman of Jiangxi Province, and finally as he wished, but his generals were very disgusted with the workers' and peasants' movement. Look, it won't take long before Zhu Peide turned to the principal."

After Jiangxi conquered him, Chiang Kai-shek was very angry at Zhu Peide's slow action, so the provincial chairman did not give it to him, but gave it to Li Liejun. After April 12, in order to hold Zhu Peide away, Wuhan appointed him as the chairman of Jiangxi Province, and Li Liejun left Nanchang and went to Nanjing.

Du Yuming nodded after thinking about it, suddenly remembered the situation just now, and said, "Has Zhu Peide taken action? The two people who were chased just now looked very much like the farmers' association."

"It's not such a coincidence." Zhuang Jihua looked at him in shock. There was nothing wrong with Zhu Peide in his memory, it was a real accident.

"I think it's a bit like that, but it may also be the people below who are acting privately."

But Du Yuming's speculation was soon proved. At a bend in front of Jiujiang, the local garrison set up a massacre site. Under the command of a bearded officer, more than 20 people dressed in villagers were cut off their heads and blood stained the river surface. The river wind sent murderous clamor from afar. "..... The fate of following **! All those who shelter from the Communist Party will be executed!"

Zhuang Jihua and Du Yuming looked at each other, but their eyes were completely different. One was that there was sorrow in the indifference; the other was that there was fanaticism in the surprise.

Not long after, there was another gunshot on the shore ahead. The gunshots were very fierce. Several figures were shuttled between the reeds on the river bank. Some people shot behind them from time to time. A large group of soldiers behind them shouted and chased them into the reeds.

Gradually the gunshots stopped, and suddenly the guy shouted, "There are people in the water!"

Zhuang Jihua ran over and saw someone waving his arm hard in the river. It was obvious that he was injured. A wisp of blood stained the river water around him. The soldiers on the shore had already noticed him. He shouted at Zhuang Jihua and his ship.

"Catch him, the boatman, catch him and get rewards."

"Pull him up." Zhuang Jihua ordered.

The boat leaned over and "Catch, grab." The two guys handed out the pole. The people in the river obviously had no strength. Grasping the pole, the two guys tried their best to pull him up.

"Sir, maybe **." The boss of the ship ran to Zhuang Jihua and said that although Du Yuming next to him didn't say anything, his face was very strange.

"No matter who he is, the ** people are not all bad people. It's better to save one." Zhuang Jihua said lightly.

"Yes, even if you accumulate virtue." The boss of the ship beat him up. Of course, he knew that Zhuang Jihua would not send people to receive rewards.

But Zhuang Jihua looked at the man, but the more he looked at him, the more familiar he felt.

"Xia Yanglin. Why are you?" Zhuang Jihua was extremely surprised.

Xia Yanglin looked at Zhuang Jihua and suddenly smiled. His body became weak and he fell on the boat.

"Hurry, bring the medicine box." Zhuang Jihua hurried over, but Wu Ziniu was already in front of him and helped Xia Yanglin up. Wang Xiaoshan prepared very carefully. Considering Zhuang Jihua's injuries, he had some medicines on the ship.

Xia Yanglin opened his eyes and saw Zhuang Jihua's face. He smiled at Zhuang Jihua and said weakly: "Damn, this life has been saved."

Everyone couldn't help but feel happy. Zhuang Jihua liked this boy a little now, but how could he be chased by the army when he arrived in Jiangxi? These questions were circling in Zhuang Jihua's mind.

Xia Yanglin rested for a while and his spirit gradually recovered, but his expression was a little depressed.

"Why are you here?" Zhuang Jihua asked.

"We came to Jiangxi to support the Northern Expedition Army. Later, I was sent here to carry out the peasant movement. Zhu Peide ordered gifts to send him out of the country. The people below were red-eyed and killed everyone who organized the peasant association." Xia Yanglin replied.

Du Yuming didn't know Xia Yanglin, so he frowned and asked, "That's also a killer, aren't you?"

Xia Yanglin shook his head and sighed: "I am not the Communist Party, I am the Kuomintang. Damn, those Qiu Ba, I just said a few words, even I want to kill, Huang Zai." Du Yuming was stunned. He looked at Xia Yanglin with some disbelief: "You are the Kuomintang? Then why do you want to kill you?"

"They want to kill members of the Farmers Association. I said that Chairman Zhu was talking about giving gifts to the country, and he didn't say that he killed people. Besides, many people were not ** at all, but from our Kuomintang. The Farmers Association was not all **. There are many farmers' associations in Guangdong in the hands of the Kuomintang, and I am sure that the Farmers Association in this area are all in power. They are killing innocent people indiscriminately." Xia Yanglin said sadly and angry: "If I had known that the Kuomintang was like this, I would not have joined."

"Forget it, it's not easy for you to save your life." Zhuang Jihua said lightly, and this situation was also expected by him.

"Cultural Revolution, what's wrong with this?" Xia Yanglin punched the boat board: "The good Northern Expedition was ruined like this, and the revolution was over."

Zhuang Jihua patted his shoulder, and he was speechless. Song Yunfei walked away silently, and Wu Ziniu said in a desolate tone: "Brother, just save your life. Gods fight, mortals suffer; we are all small people, what can we do? Go home. Even if your father wants to keep you from here, you should go home."

"Why are even killing the Kuomintang members? Isn't this a mess?" Du Yuming was very dissatisfied and puzzled.

"I don't understand this yet. It's also extreme. Whoever speaks for the Communist Party of China will be labeled as the Communist Party of China. The peasant movement has violated the interests of the landlords. Now they have to take revenge." Zhuang Jihua's explanation is very reasonable.

"But we took the land to reduce rent and interest rates. Except for a few bully landlords, we did not search the house at all. We have always been very strict with our control." Xia Yanglin still couldn't understand: "The landlords only lost a small part of the things, but they can greatly improve the lives of farmers. This is good for the country and society."

"Human greed is infinite." Zhuang Jihua was completely desperate. Everything he designed was over. History just twisted gently and returned to its original trajectory. What am I doing? Fighting with the windmill.

"Tang Jie Kede, I'm just a fucking fool!" Zhuang Jihua couldn't help but curse.

Du Yuming and the others looked at him in amazement, not knowing what he meant.

"Cultural Revolution, aren't you arrested in Wuhan? Why did you get here?" Xia Yanglin then remembered Zhuang Jihua's incident and couldn't help but ask.

Zhuang Jihua didn't say anything, and Xia Yanglin had to ask, and Wu Ziniu pulled him aside.

The floating clouds are lingering, and the distant mountains are covered with blood. The surging Yangtze River roars and runs into the distance; washing away the endless blood on both sides of the shore.

At Jiujiang Port, Zhuang Jihua saw from a distance that the dock was heavily guarded. The soldiers "escorted" a group of people on board the boat, and then the boat left the dock and headed towards Wuhan.

"This is the last batch of sighs." Du Yuming saw the dock banner in his telescope saying-----Send the *** to leave the country.

Political drama, performances on the stage, conceal the cruel reality behind the stage.

A patrol boat came over, and the soldiers on the boat loudly ordered the boat to stop. The boss of the boat looked at Zhuang Jihua, and Zhuang Jihua nodded.

The patrol boat approached, and an officer jumped onto the ship with two soldiers.

"Who are you? Where are you going?" The officer looked murderous intent on his face, and the heavy machine gun on the patrol boat pointed at the people on the boat.

"Come from Wuhan and go to Nanjing." Du Yuming stepped forward and answered.

"Who are you?"

"I am Du Yuming, captain of the Whampoa Military Academy Corps. This is Major General Zhuang Jihua, the commander of the First Division. The two are his adjutants, one is his friend, and the others are ship workers." Du Yuming no longer conceals his identity now.
Chapter completed!