Chapter 31 Chapter Thirty

Huanggutun hero returns to the west June 2, 1928. Zhongnanhai in the city of Beijing, when the lights first come on, is as calm as a lake; the breeze in early summer blows the weeping willows on the shore; the potted altars in the flower garden emit bursts of fragrance; After coming out, the returning birds who had been noisy all evening fell asleep on the branches. Zhang Zuolin, who lived in Chunyizhai, did not fall asleep. He put on a jacket and glasses, and bent over the desk to read something.The bright light cast his huge figure against the back wall, a touch of rosiness appeared on his face facing the light, the sadness of many days had disappeared, the open beard looked majestic, and his eyes showed confidence --All major events are arranged more smoothly. On June 1, he did not leave Beijing.That was just a "smoke screen", he didn't plan to leave Beijing on the 1st.However, on this day, a large-scale lineup left Beijing. They did go out from Zhongnanhai, and they used the most luxurious car in the Marshal's Mansion.It was a group of the marshal's cronies who returned to Fengtian marshal's mansion first with the seal and flag of the "Marshal of the Anguo Army", the seal of the State Council, and important archives of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.When these people arrived in Fengtian safely, the Marshal's Office issued an important statement in Beijing, saying that "all important proclamations and orders issued by the Beijing government must still be stamped by the Grand Marshal to be valid." The center of Beijing has lost its effect, and only Fengtian can exercise real power.

Zhang Zuolin thought with ease: "Tomorrow, I will definitely leave tomorrow. I will exercise my power to secure the country in Fengtian." Thinking of leaving Beijing tomorrow, he also felt nostalgic in his heart: Beijing, after all, is what everyone yearns for This place is the most lofty ideal place for those who struggle for power! How many precious lives do you have to sacrifice for such a lofty ideal? So is gain, so is loss! Zhang Zuolin recalled the long journey he had made to come here over the years , he felt too difficult.However, he was very glad that he was gone. "No one kicked me out, but I want to retire! I didn't fall out of favor because of retirement, and I didn't make many sacrifices because of retirement!" He felt that he still had the day to return to Beijing, and he was confident that he would live that day. Even more glorious! However, when Zhang Zuolin stood up and saw the flickering lanterns in the courtyard through the window, the looming towers and palaces, and the lush flowers and trees, he still felt nostalgic, and was sad because of nostalgia- - After all, Beijing is a symbol of centralization. He used countless heads to pave the way to get in. Leaving Beijing always shows a kind of loss and a kind of sadness. "I, Zhang Zuolin, was not forced out of Beijing?"

Late at night.The night was very quiet.The entire Zhongnanhai fell silently into a deep sleep. Zhang Zuolin walked out of his bedroom, he wanted to have a look in the courtyard, and he also wanted to walk around the entire Zhongnanhai—he had been here for almost a year, and he had never seen everything in this sacred courtyard.Seriously, what is Zhongnanhai like? He doesn't know.In the past, he longed for it very much, he very much hoped that there would be a place for him to stand here and become his; however, when he came in, he was so numb to her! He had no time and no mood! No matter what Zhang Zuolin's plan was, he Coming to Zhongnanhai was too special, and no matter Wenzhi or Wuzhi, the years did not give him a peaceful atmosphere. He had no time to appreciate the environment where he lived, and his energy was devoted to fighting.I'm leaving now, when will I come back? It's so slim!

As soon as Zhang Zuolin's footsteps stepped over the threshold, the mobile guards in the courtyard saluted him nervously! He felt restless for a while, as if he had lost his freedom.He stood up and only nodded towards the sentinel.A gust of wind flipped the messy pieces of paper on the ground; the paper rolled and hit, showing decay and desolation, and suddenly added sadness to the departing marshal.He raised his eyes and looked around, all the houses, the doors and windows had been closed, the lamps and candles had been extinguished, and after two days of nervous packing and moving, they were all empty.Only his sixth wife's bedroom showed through the window that Su Hui's sixth wife was sitting opposite the third son Xuezeng, as if they were sitting at a table.Iridium Lin came in, and they looked at him with surprised eyes. After a long time, Mrs. Six said, "You have been busy for a few days, why don't you hurry up and take a rest."

Zhang Zuolin only nodded to him, then walked in front of Xue Zeng.Ask him, "Is everything packed?" Xue Zeng said, "Pack it up." "Aren't your studies a waste these days?" "No." Xue Zeng said, "Work hard as usual." Zhang Zuolin nodded, talking to himself, as if explaining to the sixth wife. "I'm always in a panic, and my children's studies have been neglected. After returning to the Northeast, I must devote more energy to raising my children. I can't let them be like our generation, who only know how to fight and fight. .You need to learn to rule the world!"

Only then did the sixth wife approach him, and after a long time she said in a daze, "Go back to Fengtian and don't come out again. Let's live in An'an for a few years. Leave everything to Han Qing. He can handle things and is very scheming. You should rest assured." "Don't worry, don't worry." Zhang Zuolin said: "The sixth son is mature, I don't worry!" After another pause, Zhang Zuolin walked out.He didn't go anywhere anymore, went back to the bedroom, and closed the door. June 3rd. As soon as the red sun rose, more than a dozen large vehicles drove into Zhongnanhai.The doors of all the houses were pushed open, and people hurriedly carried the boxes outside, and hurriedly loaded the boxes on the cars.Cars shuttle between Zhongnanhai and Qianmen Station.After a whole day of panic, it was evening, when the Marshal's entourage Jin Yunpeng, Pan Fu, He Fenglin, Liu Zhe, Mo Dehui, Yu Guohan and Japanese advisors Machino and Yiwo gathered around Zhang Zuolin and waited for departure. Ren Yulin, secretary-general of the Marshal's Mansion, hurriedly found Zhou Dawen, the director of the Secret Telegram Department, and said to him: "We are about to leave, so please send a telegram to Wu Junsheng (the commander of Fengtian stay behind), and tell him that if you need a telegram, you can take it in the special car along the Beijing-Fengtian Line." ."

The director, who was restless and worried about accidents on the way, even prepared the first-aid kit and biscuits for the injured, hurriedly sent the last telegram in Beijing, and then dismantled all the machines and loaded them into the car. The sky was clear all day long, but in the evening, thick clouds suddenly flew over, and Zhongnanhai became gray all of a sudden. The towers near and far are shrouded in a gray veil.Accompanied by the sixth wife, Zhang Zuolin walked out of Chunyi Zhai slowly, followed by his sons Zhang Xueliang and Zhang Xuezeng. In front of several low cars, Zhang Zuolin stopped, looked in front of him with a gloomy expression, and then extended his hand to shake hands with Jin Yunpeng and others.But no words.When he came in front of Yang Yuting who was seeing him off, he was a little dazed, as if he had a lot to say.However, there is only the excitement of the mood and the stagnation of the eyes, but the language is gone.He seemed to feel the moisture in the corner of his eyes.He took out a handkerchief, rubbed it lightly, and then walked up quickly and shook hands with him tightly.Hold it tight, for a long, long time!

When Zhang Zuolin boarded his sky blue bulletproof car, he seemed to hear gunshots outside the red wall.He looked out cleverly, and there were two crows looking for nests flying by in the already dusky sky.He sighed and slammed the door shut. Qianmen Station was the same as the street that Zhang Zuolin passed by.At the station, Zhang Zuolin suddenly returned to his usual boldness. He stood beside the car, smiling all over his face, raised his hands and said to the crowd who saw him off: "You guys have to work hard here for a few more days. I'll go back first. I'll go back for five days." It's Lunar Festival!"

Zhang Xueliang walked up to him, and said with a heavy heart: "Father, take care of yourself all the way." "It's okay." Zhang Zuolin still said cheerfully, "Don't worry." He waved goodbye to the people who saw him off at the door of the car, and then walked into the car. Zhang Zuolin's special car back to Fengtian had a total of 22 sections, which were carefully assembled by the Ministry of Railways.Zhang Zuolin's private car was in the middle, it was the most luxurious float, it was the special car of the Empress Dowager Cixi back then, no one used it for a long time.Before this use, the railway department carefully decorated it for three days, and everything was restored to the style of the year.In front of the special carriage are two blue steel plate cars, on which his senior assistants Liu Zhe, Mo Dehui, Yu Guohan and others ride; behind the special carriage is a dining car.The rest of the carriages take the accompanying staff and carry luggage.A line of ballast cars went ahead of the special car.All the doors and joints of the special car are equipped with soldiers with live ammunition. The muzzles of the guns are exposed and the bullets are loaded.

After the special car departs from Beijing, it goes straight to Tianjin.At Tianjin Station, Jin Yunpeng, Pan Fu, and Yang Minshao got off the train; Japanese consultant Machino also got off the train.Machino was asked by Zhang Zuolin to get off the car and sent him to Shanxi to contact Yan Xishan, hoping to reunite with him.Before getting out of the car, Zhang Zuolin held his hand and said, "Mr. Machino, this trip has made you hard. When I met Bo Chuan (Yan Xi) in Shanxi, I told him that I miss him very much, and I have been looking forward to working with him again. ; I know he will cooperate with me."

Machino said: "Don't worry, Commander, I will fulfill my mission!" The special train departed from Tianjin Station, and people were all nervous.Because the next stop is Shanhaiguan.There, the Japanese Kwantung Army has stationed soldiers in the open and in the dark, and the relationship has been so stalemate recently, can it be easy to get out? All the officers of the guard walked up to the door, and they were vigilant on both sides of the road. Roads, rivers, cottages and trees are clearly observed. Zhang Zuolin, who had been calm for a while, suddenly became nervous, as if he just realized today that Shanhaiguan is a "close!" Shanhaiguan, the first pass in the world at the head of the Great Wall, is bordered by Jiaoshan Mountain in the north and Bohai Sea in the south. It is the throat of communication between the three northeastern provinces and the North China Plain.Relying on her, Zhang Zuolin lived in the Northeast, and none of the heroes in the Central Plains dared to offend easily.In the past, Shanhaiguan had brought excitement to Zhang Zuolin. He led soldiers out of the customs several times to fight. His influence once extended to the south of the Yellow River and to the Yangtze River Delta.How mighty that is! This time, it was only after he successfully passed the customs that he came to Beijing, the Generalissimo of the Anguo Army and the Anguo Military Government who were in charge of the great affairs.However, Shanhaiguan has many places that made him very sad. He once ran back to the northeast from there in a complete defeat; his subordinate Guo Songling also attacked from there and almost swallowed him; , but it is not a triumphant return! Moreover, the Japanese imperialists are eyeing him, and he may not be able to get out of the gate today! Except for the guards, everyone in the carriage (including civil servants) made emergency preparations, as if they were about to start a street fight at the station or in the box, a hand-to-hand fight! Zhang Zuolin also took out his self-defense pistol. Shanhaiguan Station was very calm, with lights flickering, stars and the moon shining, two Japanese garrison soldiers on guard, moving slowly and leisurely, and the staff at Station 1 and 2 were working normally with tool lamps in their hands; outside the station, there were sporadic There are loud noises from the night market and one or two car noises.People's hanging hearts were slowly let go. Wu Junsheng, who stayed behind in Fengtian, has rushed to Shanhaiguan Station.After the special car stopped, he hurried into the car.The first person to meet him was Zhou Dawen, the Director of the Secret Telegraph Department of the Marshal's Mansion.Wu Junsheng shook hands with him with a smile, and said, "My brother, I saw the telegram you sent me. You have all worked hard." Then he said, "Where is the commander?" Zhou Dawen pointed to the float ahead, and Wu Junsheng went there.Wu Junsheng arranged the guards he had brought into the car, and then walked to the commander's car. , "Master, you have worked hard!" Zhang Zuolin stretched out his hand to him, said "Hello!" and pulled him to sit beside him. "I... I'm relieved now." Wu Junsheng didn't understand what these words meant for a moment. He nodded and said in agreement: "Don't worry, Commander, don't worry." The special car drove out of Shanhaiguan Station safely. The guards, who had been tense for a long time, put down their guns, and the attendants in other compartments also packed up their self-defense weapons and undressed and got into the sleeper berths.Zhang Zuolin said to Wu Junsheng and others: "It's time for us to take it easy and hit it a few times." Wu Junsheng called Liu Zhe and Mo Dehui again, and they played mahjong. The deployment of the Japanese to get rid of Zhang Zuolin is divided into two parts, two groups of plans: Kwantung Army Commander Okamura is one group, they plan to sneak into Beijing and carry out assassination; From the beginning, this Heben planned "Operation Huanggutun", planning to kill Zhang Zuolin when he returned to Fengtian.These two groups of people originally did their own things, but later joined together.After their combination, the division of labor was that Okamura's assistant Takeshita led people to spy on the news in Beijing, and Eri Kawamoto arranged a death array on the way.In order to prevent disclosure of the news, Heben borrowed an engineer battalion from the North Korean garrison. Within the tight village and town lines, they buried 30 sacks of yellow explosives under the bridge hole at the intersection of the Nanhan Railway and the Jingfeng Railway near Huanggutun, northwest of Fengtian. A temporary watchtower was built 500 meters away, and the explosion was triggered by motor control; Kawamoto arranged for his confidant Captain Donggong to control the button.In order to be safe, they also installed derailers north of the explosion point, deployed stormtroopers, and drew up a plan to create a fake scene.From the end of May, the Huanggutun Gaodaokou was under martial law by the Japanese garrison. --In 930, when Kawamoto was hospitalized in Fengtian Manchurian Railway Hospital, he admitted the above situation to his close friend, Noda Ranzang, a member of the Manchurian Railway Head Office's intelligence department.He also said: "Let's assume I did this, otherwise there will be too much involvement." When the car arrived at Xinmin, it was dawn. After the game was over, everyone stretched before going to wash up. Zhang Zuolin rubbed his sleepy eyes and looked out of the window. In the morning light, the land was green and the crops were growing vigorously. The side of the railway was covered with sentries from the Feng army, all of them stood upright with their faces facing outward, ready to challenge. Prepare.He felt very relaxed: "I finally arrived in Fengtian safely!" When the car arrived at Huanggutun Station, Fengtian Gendarmerie Commander Qi Enming came to pick him up.He said to Zhang Zuolin: "Marshal, the South Manchuria Railway area has been very quiet in the past two days, and no abnormalities have been found." "That's good." Zhang Zuolin said, "A few days ago, I saw the secret telegram you sent to Beijing. Are you suspicious again?" Qi Enming smiled, but did not answer. The special train continued to move forward, and after a few minutes, the car arrived at the intersection of Nanman Railway and Jingfeng Railway.The sentry post outside the window is gone.Zhang Zuolin asked Qi Enming urgently: "Where is our guard post?" Qi Enming said: "The Japanese garrison has already informed us that according to regulations, Chinese troops are not allowed to approach the South-Manchuria Railway. This area is completely guarded by the Japanese army." Zhang Zuolin just let out a helpless "hmm". When the special car drove into the high crossing and was about to drive east to Fengtian Station, it suddenly saw two men in yellow uniforms running up the railway embankment from the south, and kept gesturing.At this moment, there was a loud bang, followed by another bang, the train was overturned, derailed instantly, and scattered off the track.Many people in the car passed out and lost consciousness.The guards, who were still awake, immediately fell on both sides of the car window and fired violently-but without any target. The carriages of the float that Zhang Zuolin was riding on had all collapsed and were out of shape, and the front and rear carriages were already smoking and on fire.The railway bridge was blown to pieces, and half of the piers were broken off. Those who could move were busy getting out of the carriage to rescue the wounded: Wu Junsheng was carried out and put into an iron carriage and ran towards the city; another Japanese consultant, Yi me, ran towards the front of the car with blood on his face; Lifted off the car, there was only a hissing cry; Liu Zhe was slightly injured, and he staggered towards the city. Zhang Zuolin was snatched out of the carriage, he was like a bloody man, he was put on the old car of Gendarmerie Commander Qi Enming, and the adjutant Wang Xianwu carried him in the recumbent car and hurried to the commander's mansion...In a panic, a group of A team of Japanese soldiers ran north along the South-Manchuria Railway from the south, and soon surrounded the scene of the accident. Zhang Zuolin's car drove into the courtyard of the Shuai Mansion from the gate of the garden, and everyone took him out of the car and sent him to the downstairs of the small building.At this time, Zhang Zuolin couldn't distinguish anything except blood stains all over his body. His eyes were closed tightly and he was unconscious.The Fifth Wife hurriedly sent a car to pick up Medical Officer Du from the commander's mansion, and then cut Zhang Zuolin's clothes with scissors to check the injury.Doctor Du made a careful examination and found that Zhang Zuolin not only had multiple fractures, but also had serious visceral concussion injuries. Zhang Zuolin woke up. He opened his eyes with difficulty, and intermittently said to Mrs. Fifth: "I was injured too badly, and I lost both legs (in fact, the legs were not broken). I'm afraid I can't do it! Tell Xiaoliuzi to put the country first. Work hard. My stinky skin is nothing. Tell Xiaoliuzi to come back to Shenyang quickly." The fifth lady turned to Doctor Du and said, "No matter what, you have to do everything possible to treat the general." The medical officer nodded helplessly, then went to check and treat the wound. Zhang Zuolin gradually had difficulty breathing, he was out of breath, his eyes were closed tightly, and slowly his head dropped to the side of the pillow, and he stopped breathing. The time is 9:30 on June 4, 1928: I am fifty-four years old. --The news of Zhang Zuolin's death is afraid that if it is revealed, it will cause unrest in the local people, and even more worried that the Japanese will take the opportunity to do something, and Zhang Xueliang has not yet returned, so he decided to keep it secret, block the news, and ordered the kitchen to serve Zhang Zuolin's meals as usual every day, Du The medical officer came to Shuai's mansion every day to pretend to change the medicine and fill in the medical history, etc., so as to hide from the prying eyes of the Japanese.People from Japan continued to come to express condolences and beg for an interview, but they all declined politely. It was not until Zhang Xueliang returned to Shenyang that it was announced that Zhang Zuolin had died of injuries on June 21.Actually this is a hypothetical date. A generation of heroes will never stand up again!