After the battle of Huaihai, the air returned to peace and tranquility in the battlefield that spanned hundreds of miles. The villagers helped the old and the young with their luggage, and led the cattle and sheep back to their homes one after another. At this time Chen Guanzhuang North

After the battle of Huaihai, the air returned to peace and tranquility in the battlefield that spanned hundreds of miles. The villagers helped the old and the young with their luggage, and led the cattle and sheep back to their homes one after another.

At this time, at the head of Zhang Laozhuang Village, north of Chen Guanzhuang, a small team suddenly came, with a total of fourteen people. One of them was tied up and didn't look like the People's Liberation Army, but also not like the Kuomintang soldiers. They were all fully armed, swinging wildly, and as they walked, they met an old man, and the fourteen men stopped, as if they wanted to avoid, but it was too late, so they slowed down and moved forward little by little.

A few people walked up to their fellow villagers, and the one who was in charge asked, "Do you have a team on the village?" Have. The fellow replied casually and continued to walk forward, "Hey! Fellow!" The man shouted again, "Is there a People's Liberation Army stationed in Zhuangzi nearby?" It is easy for you to find the People's Liberation Army, within a radius of tens of miles, zhuangzhuang has it, it is not easy to find a place to live, it is full. ”

For a moment, the fourteen men did not leave, but all stood on the road. The fellow looked back and felt strange, thinking that they could not find the way, so they also stopped and waited for their questioning. They were looking around and seeing the fellow villagers behind them, standing there watching them, but panicked, a guy hurriedly took a gold ring out of his pocket, ran to stuff it in his fellow's hand, and pleaded: "You take it, we are here, you don't tell anyone."

This made the fellow villagers inexplicable, and the fellows fixed the gods for half a day before they began to ponder: "This must not be a good person, they are not coming from the right way." So he turned a corner, cut the path and returned to Zhang Laozhuang, found the People's Liberation Army, and told the situation about it.

Fan Zhengguo and Cui Xueyun immediately chased after them, as soon as the People's Liberation Army left the village, the fourteen people panicked, and they fell to the ground in a hurry, looking like they wanted to resist, but the People's Liberation Army had already made preparations, and immediately pulled away the battle formation, the other side immediately did not dare to move, Fan Zhengguo shouted loudly: "What for?" Come over one!"

A man came, and he said, "I'm the captain of this team, which part of you are?" I'm × x × master, which part of you are?" Fan Zhengguo asked rhetorically. "Haha! It turned out that we were a division, and I was also a teacher of a certain ××. ”

"What do you mean by the division commander's name?" What's the regimental commander's name?" Fan Zhengguo was not stupid either, and immediately asked in reverse. "I had just returned from the rear, and the division commander ordered me to take the prisoner to the rear, whose name I don't know yet." As he spoke, he pointed to the captive behind him who was tied behind him.

As soon as Fan Zhengguo heard his words, he understood his ghost tricks, and they were wearing the same clothes as the People's Liberation Army, so he immediately jumped over and snatched the fast pistol from his body, then pulled the bolt of the gun, pushed the bullet, aimed it at his chest, and ordered: "Hurry up, tell them to put down all the guns." When the people in the back heard the call to surrender the gun, they all cooperatively put the gun on the ground, and only the "prisoner" stood still.

Soon, the fourteen men were escorted back to the village and immediately transferred to the Political Department, and the director Chen Maohui carefully looked at the prisoner: the beard on his lips, as if he had just been cut with scissors, was wearing a Kuomintang soldier's uniform, but did not look like a soldier, so he stared at the "prisoner" and asked, "What are you doing?"

"I am a quartermaster of the Thirteenth Corps." "How many major parts of your corps headquarters are there?" Six major places. "What is the name of the director of the six divisions?" Director Chen handed him a pen and a piece of paper and ordered him to write it down.

The captive picked up the pen, shook his hand vigorously, and wrote for half a day, without writing a word. "What kind of official are you?" Honestly!" Director Chen ordered him again. The captive's expression became more and more panicked, his face turned red and white, and his legs trembled. But his mouth was still bitten to death: "I am really not an official, I am a military quartermaster."

"You can't hide it." Director Chen told him, "Huang Wei, Wu Shaozhou, haven't you all found out?" At this time, the prisoners reluctantly said that they were "quartermaster generals." After Hearing this, Director Chen asked someone to send him to another mill to rest. As soon as the "quartermaster general" walked in, he sighed and sighed, not knowing whether he had been wronged or whether his conscience had been rebuked.

What is certain now is that this prisoner is by no means a "quartermaster" or a "quartermaster general". Everyone was "staff officers", and just as one soldier brought a package of documents captured from the battlefield. Director Chen took it and read it carefully.

Flipping over, turning over to a four-inch half-body photo, Director Chen glanced at it, and the person in the photo had a small Japanese beard, and from his clothing and demeanor, there was really an old soldier's style. Looking closely, the prisoner was still wearing the rank of lieutenant general, and the pen characters in the upper right corner of the back of the photo were all blurred by water, and only the "Du Yuming, Seven·Nine" in the lower left corner could be clearly seen.

Director Chen immediately shouted at the door: "Messenger! Bring in the task force leader!" As soon as the captain of the task force heard the director's call, he knew that it was about the issue of captivity again. He stood in front of Director Chen, and Director Chen immediately handed him the photo: "You see, is it not?" The task force leader took over and said, "Yes! Just a handful less beard. It turned out to be such a 'quartermaster general'!"

"Coward! Half a million troops were willing to throw it away, but one of their own names did not dare to admit it!" The task force leader took the photo and gradually reached out to the eyes of the "quartermaster general" who was lying down. The captive didn't pay attention at first, then startled, and finally rolled his eyes and closed them gently, quietly taking a long sigh.

In the evening, the brother troops sent another prisoner, named Zhang Yinguo, who was the car aide-de-camp of Xuzhou's "General Crackdown", and he was very familiar with Du Yuming. After he came, Director Chen asked him to first go to see his "old boss," and then ran out and said to Director Chen: "As soon as Deputy Commander-in-Chief Du came out of Xuzhou, he changed into soldier clothes and shaved off his beloved moustache yesterday, but he was still caught."

The human and physical evidence was all in front of him, and the "quartermaster general" could no longer deny it, and finally had to bow his head and stutter: "I... I...... I am Du Yuming!