Chapter 532 531 [Songhua River]
Beiping, railway station.
The Battle of the Great Wall is in full swing, the Japanese army has occupied Chengde, and the gate of Shanhaiguan is tightly closed.
Wave after wave of exiles rushed towards Peiping. Among these people, many are from Rehe, and many are from Liaoning, and even farther away, Jilin and Heilongjiang. They were unwilling to survive under the iron heels of the Japanese invaders, so they fled westward step by step, and finally gathered outside the city of Peiping.
"Boom boom boom boom!"
The sound of gongs and drums suddenly sounded, and a middle-aged man held up a tin trumpet and shouted: "Compatriots in the Northeast, folks, we are members of the Northeast People's Anti-Japanese Salvation Association. If you have any difficulties, you can ask us for help. I represent 40,000 people from all over the country." Wan compatriots, I guarantee that you have food to eat, water to drink, and clothes to wear..."
Behind the middle-aged man, there are countless old clothes piled up, and there are several big pots that are cooking porridge. These clothes belonged to donations, and the original owners came from all over the country, and they were all donated by the "Northeast People's Anti-Japanese Salvation Association".
"Everyone line up, come and have a bowl of hot porridge first. As for finding accommodation and finding a job, we will try our best to help. Everyone line up..." Volunteers from the National Salvation Association shouted loudly to maintain order.
The money, food and materials used to relieve the exiled people in the Northeast are very sufficient. When Zhang Xueliang left the field, he donated 100,000 oceans, and Yu Fengzhi personally donated 30,000. There are also donations from the people, and the Anti-Japanese Salvation Association receives countless donations every day.
Some of these money and goods were secretly transported to the northeast to support the civilian anti-Japanese armed forces there. Most of the rest were used to resettle exiles from the Northeast, and many Northeast exile schools were even established.
Duanmu Hongliang, 21, held leaflets with his classmates and handed out leaflets when they saw young exiles: "We are the 'Northeast Exiled Students Anti-Japanese Salvation Association', and young people are welcome to join. Chinese people must unite and fight against Japan together." , Drive the little Japanese devil back to his hometown!"
Today, there are more than 10,000 students from the Northeast who are stranded in Beiping, as well as those who have escaped from the Northeast, and the number is still increasing.
These students must be properly placed, and all parties are robbing people.
Northeastern University and Fengyong University were successively re-established in Beiping, and Northeast Jiaotong University was collectively merged into Northeastern University. Zhang Xueliang then opened Northeastern College and Northeastern High School for Children of Refugees. This is the work of Feng Department.
The Kuomintang established Xingzhi Middle School, Nianyi Middle School and National Zhongshan Middle School in Beiping to absorb a large number of exile students.
As for the work of the Communist Party, it is more in-depth, actively cooperating with the Northeast People's Anti-Japanese Salvation Association, and openly forming the Northeast Exiled Students Anti-Japanese Salvation Association, trying to gain the leadership of the Northeast exiled student group.
Although Duanmu Hongliang is only 21 years old and just admitted to Tsinghua University last year, he is already a full member of the Northern Left League. In the past six months, he has used his spare time to promote the party's ideology everywhere, and has attracted more than a dozen Northeast students to move closer to the Left League.
"Student, your accent is from Liaoning?" an exile student asked.
Duanmu Hongliang said: "I am from Changtu, how about you?"
The student said, "I'm from Liaoyang. My name is Gao Tianqi. I heard that Northeastern University has reopened. Where is the address?"
Duanmu Hongliang felt that he had a new business, so he quickly said: "Come with me, I will take you there!"
"That's great, thank you." Gao Tianqi suddenly became happy.
Duanmu Hongliang's companions also called together a few students, and everyone gathered together and walked into the city of Peiping with bags and boxes.
"How is the situation in Liaoning?" Duanmu Hongliang asked Gao Tianqi, carrying a burden on his back.
Gao Tianqi looked dejected: "It's annoying to say it. The little Japanese devils went around to crusade against the volunteer army, and the puppet army fought like a dog in Yurou Township. I heard that the fellow villagers in Heilongjiang were even worse. Many compatriots were arrested by the little Japanese to build fortifications. How many people died. After 'September 18', I joined the Anti-Japanese Volunteer Army and joined three teams, but they were all broken up by the Japanese devils. Is there no way? I had to go to Beijing to continue my studies."
"Yes, in today's world, aspiring young people are full of passion, but they have no way to serve the country." Duanmu Hongliang used to study in Nankai Middle School. He was expelled from the school because of his active propaganda of anti-Japanese. In his anger, he ran to join the army, but found that the army was also full of smog, so he retired and was admitted to Tsinghua University.
Duanmu Hongliang kept making things close to home, preparing to draw Gao Tianqi closer to the party organization.
The two were talking when they suddenly heard singing from the roadside radio:
"My home is on the Songhua River in the northeast,
There are forest coal mines,
And the soybean sorghum all over the mountains and plains.
My home is on the Songhua River in the northeast,
There are my countrymen,
And the aging parents.
nine one eight, nine one eight,
From that miserable time!
September 18, September 18!
From that tragic time,
left my homeland,
Abandon the endless treasure,
vagabond! vagabond!
The price is in the pass all day, wandering!
What year, what month,
To be able to return to my lovely hometown?
What year, what month,
To be able to take back that endless treasure?
Mom and Dad, Mom and Dad,
when,
To get together? "
More than a dozen students from the Northeast all stopped suddenly and stared blankly at the roadside radio.
Duanmu Hongliang's chest seemed to be sliced open by a sharp sword, and the grief and indignation that had been suppressed for a long time was drawn out by the mournful singing.
Duanmu Hongliang is just a pen name. His surname is Cao and he was born in a rich peasant family in Liaoning. The great-grandfather purchased more than 100 mu of land in the Horqin Grassland, and his father, who advocated education, resolutely sold 80 mu of land and sent Duanmu Hongliang and his second brother to study in Tianjin.
Today, the second brother has become a university teacher, and Duanmu Hongliang himself also studied at Tsinghua University. But in their hometown in Liaoning, their family has long since fallen, and Duanmu Hongliang has not seen his parents for more than three years.
Father and mother, father and mother, when can we get together happily?
Duanmu Hongliang burst into tears suddenly, because that song sang his heartfelt voice and touched the weakest part of the soul.
The eyes of the Northeast students around him turned red. Too many tragic experiences resonated with the singing at this moment, and it was heart-wrenching to hear.
Many passers-by also stopped to listen, feeling the heartbreak in the singing.
"Woooooooo! Mother, you died so badly! Woooooo..."
On the street, a northeast man was crying like a helpless child. After crying, he suddenly stood up and shouted: "I want to join the army, I want to fight with Little Japan!"
Duanmu Hongliang looked at the man from the Northeast, secretly wiped away his tears, patted Gao Tianqi on the shoulder beside him and said, "Brother, sooner or later we will have revenge!"
Gao Tianqi's eyes were sore, he choked up and said, "Yes, I want revenge, I want to go back to the northeast."
The singing of "On the Songhua River" wafted repeatedly in the sky of Tianjin and Beiping, and countless exiled people in the Northeast wept bitterly. The song carried severe pain, and soon spread to the north and south of the river, awakening the national soul of countless people.
After many inquiries, Duanmu Hongliang finally knew that the songwriter of this song was Zhou Hexuan. With reverence and part of the manuscript of his first novel "Horqin Banner Grassland", he took the train to Tianjin to ask Mr. Zhou for advice.
Duanmu Hongliang feels that the most important thing now is not to fight against Little Japan, but to awaken the spirit of resistance among the Chinese people. Just like the song "On the Songhua River", like the novels, songs and literature he is creating now, sometimes they are better than swords and guns.