Yang Jingyu
"Lian'er, the revolution needs me, you take good care of your children at home, I have to come back to see you when I have time," Yang Jingyu said to his wife Guo Lian.
This is 1927, Guo Lian pulled her one-year-old son Ma Chongyun, hugged her daughter Ma Jinyun, who had just been five days old, and looked at her husband Ma Shangde with tears in her eyes, watching her husband gradually walk away.
She didn't say anything to keep him, because she knew that no amount of words would keep him.
She knew that the national righteousness should be ranked ahead of the children's love, and the husband was a man who wanted to do great things, and she had no reason to hinder him.
After this hasty parting, Ma Shangde never returned home, and the children's impression of their father was also very shallow, and all they heard on weekdays was the gossip of some neighbors nagging and persuading their mother to remarry.
The mother would rather die than die, she firmly believes that her husband will definitely come back to find her, but in her heart she is quietly uncertain, fighting is a dead person, can the husband survive?
Guo Lian was looking forward to it, but also afraid, as the family members of the Red Army, they had not eaten a full meal for a long time, and they had not slept soundly for a long time.
Even if the husband is not around, the reactionary party's destruction and intimidation of the village is enough to make the lady tremble with fear, and she has no choice but to hide and live.
Guo Lian knew in her heart that what they were looking for was her husband Ma Shangde, but he had not returned home for 2 years, and there was no news of life and death, and Guo Lian wanted to know the whereabouts of her husband more than the reactionaries.
Over time, the reactionaries found nothing in the village and stopped harassing the Guo Lian family, and the bitter lady finally had a foothold.
At this time, Ma Shangde was being highly valued by Comrade Liu Shaoqi and was sent to Fushun, Liaoning Province, as the secretary of the Fushun branch.
In order to facilitate the work in fushun Ritong District, Ma Shangde had to change his name and surname to "Zhang Guanyi", go to work in the mines, and by the way, integrate into the miners to hide his identity.
But this Qiyu Xuan, 190 cm tall Zhang Guanyi, where can easily gain the trust of the miners, everyone agrees that he is sent from above to supervise their details.
The miners whispered, and whenever Zhang Guanyi wanted to join, they involuntarily scattered, and Zhang Guanyi was both helpless and surprised.
What made Zhang Guanyi feel helpless was that since he went to the mine, he had not yet found any favorable news.
But what surprised him was that the miners were very alert, at least they knew how not to leak traces, and they might be able to help with their future work.
In the mine, Zhang Guanyi could see every day that miners were killed, starved to death, exhausted, and smoked to death by the poisonous gas of the gas explosion, and people's lives were not even as good as grass and mustard.
Zhang Guanyi silently swore in his heart that he would seek justice for these miner brothers and overthrow these traitors and evil imperialist invaders.
In this way, Zhang Guanyi began to learn the accent of his fellow miners, narrow the distance between him and his miners, donate money to sick old miners, and help weak miners to work.
As the saying goes: "Lu Yao knows that the horsepower has been seeing people's hearts for a long time", Zhang Guanyi soon became the enthusiastic big brother of the mine, and the time for organization became more and more mature.
On this day, in order to further squeeze the laborers, the Japanese proposed the decision to streamline the old, weak, sick and disabled miners and extend the mining time.
As soon as the news came out, the workers exploded, some of them just waited for this job to support their families, and some of them were homeless and had to find a bite to eat in this black mine.
The days were already hard enough, and these Japanese people still had to continue to squeeze these cheap laborers, and Zhang Guanyi was of course resentful, not to mention that he himself came with a task.
The political struggle had not yet begun, and it was now time to organize a "economic struggle" among the miners, so Zhang Guan set out to organize a workers' strike movement.
"We want a raise, we want to have enough to eat, we want human rights," the workers shouted, and if the Japanese did not agree, they would resolutely not return to work.
Under the leadership of Zhang Guanyi, the miners who fought in the usual days became incomparably strong and brave at this time, and they bravely confronted the Japanese Kou without fear of power.
Fushun Coal Mine during the Japanese Unification Period
In the end, the Japanese compromised, and Zhang Guanyi was arrested by the Japanese police department for leading the workers on strike many times, and suffered a lot of flesh and skin.
It was not until after 9/18, rescued by the underground party organization of the Communist Party of China, that Zhang Guanyi was rescued from prison alive.
The same sky, the same people who came out of the same house, but invariably lived the most difficult and difficult life, although they were all alive, they all had their own difficulties.
Guo Lian waited and waited, looked forward to and hoped, hoped that the children would ask where their father had gone, and did not expect a personal shadow, Ma Shangde's three words were like the evaporation of the human world.
As everyone knows, her husband Ma Shangde has changed his name and surname, escaped death several times, and now he has changed into "Yang Jingyu, political commissar of the Jilin Rock Guerrilla Group."
This makes the wife and children who are far away in The Mountains of Henan Find Traces, perhaps in Yang Jingyu's heart, hiding his name can better protect the safety of his wife and children.
Anti-union slogan carved on the trunk
It is only bitter that there is no man in the family to support them, and their lives are poor, and they have to worry about fear, for fear of being affected by the unexpected.
But sometimes heaven will give more suffering to good people, and Guo Lian has a hard time dragging her sick and weak body to raise a pair of children.
However, because of her husband, she was tortured by traitors and Japanese people.
It was 1944, and the Japanese were still dying on Chinese soil.
"Tell your husband Ma Shangde's hiding place, but spare you from death", the shameless traitor gritted his teeth and pressed Guo Lian, who looked like a demon with fangs.
"I don't know", Guo Lian replied desperately, the Japanese slapped it over, and Guo Lian, who was nearly forty years old, immediately spewed out a mouthful of blood.
No matter how the Japanese pressed the question, Guo Lian was "not knowing" or "not knowing".
Unbeknownst to the Japanese army, Guo Lian had not seen her husband for 17 years.
When the Japanese saw Guo Lian and did not know three questions, they immediately tortured her.
Guo Lian's head was stung by a stick out of a hole the size of a fist, and the blood soaked her entire cheek like rain, and she was in pain, and she also bit her lip and wailed.
"I don't know, I don't know", Guo Lian didn't even have the strength to raise her head, and the Japanese army saw that he was half dead and couldn't ask why, so he threw him into the pit to fend for himself.
After the Japanese left, the well-meaning villagers pulled Guo Lian out of the pit, and Guo Lian passed out because of excessive blood loss and dirty wounds.
Ma Chongyun's brothers and sisters were very sad, and their mother had been tortured by the Japanese to the point of exhaustion, completely losing her former appearance.
"In this cotton jacket, there is a picture of your father, he is a Red Army, his name is Ma Shangde, you must hide the picture, do not show it to the bad guys."
"When the Red Army has won the battle and returned, you must take the photo to find your father, you must find it, you must find it," Guo Lian said with all her strength, trembling, and then passed away.
Ma Chongyun held the picture of his father, watched his mother bite her lip, unwillingly tears away, her heart was like a knife, tears like a fountain.
At this point, he swore in his heart that he must find his father and avenge his mother, whether he was dead or alive.
At that time, Ma Chongyun was only 18 years old, and he took the daughter-in-law and sister of Qingmei Zhuma and carefully inquired about Ma Shangde's news.
Somehow, as long as it was people related to the Red Army, no one had ever seen Ma Shangde, and even wondered if Ma Chongyun had misremembered his father's name.
Ma Chongyun suddenly had an ominous premonition, although he did not know that premonition was a heartfelt hint of some unknown truth.
"No, no, when the devil is defeated, it will be easy to find", Ma Chongyun did not dare to think about it anymore, for fear that his ideas would come true.
However, this is a well-known fact, and no one in the whole northeast knows Yang Jingyu, no one knows the tragedy of his death, and no one knows what the Japanese army did to him.
It's just that he has been dead for 4 years, and no one knows that he still has relatives in his hometown in Henan, and his relatives do not know that the martyr Yang Jingyu is Ma Shangde.
Soon, the Japanese army surrendered, the People's Liberation Army liberated Henan, Ma Chongyun found the People's Liberation Army troops, inquired about Ma Shangde's news, but always got a negative answer.
"Is it true that my father is long gone?" Ma Chongyun was lost several times, and walked on the path home with a lost soul, his mind blank.
Yang Jingyu's staff officer, the traitor Cheng Bin
Unconsciously, Ma Chongyun went to his hometown, The Qishan Museum, and saw the documents about his father Ma Shangde, but that only stopped in 1929.
Ma Chongyun looked at the text picture frame hanging on the wall, grabbed the photo in his hand and grabbed it, and his heart to find his father was more determined.
He visited veterans, went to the county government to inquire about where the troops had gone after the dispersal of the troops, he took a picture of his father, and asked everyone: "Do you know Ma Shangde?" ”
He was disappointed and wandering, he was firm and self-reliant, and his search for his father spread throughout the mountain, and he also received special care from the county party committee.
While studying at the Xinyang Railway School, Ma Chongyun inquired about Ma Shangde's news everywhere, and although he had been fruitless for many years, he never stopped searching.
Just as the so-called thoughts are not forgotten, there will be echoes, perhaps Yang Jingyuquan has knowledge, and finally let Ma Chongyun get the news of his father.
In 1952, the head of Liwan Village was full of villagers, and everyone was surprised by this shiny black car.
In the past few decades, liwan village has never had such a high-light moment except for being burned and looted by The Japanese Kou traitors, and presumably this small mountain village has come with a big person.
"Is this Ma Chongyun's house?" Feng Zhongyun asked at the young man crouching at the gate.
"This, this, me, this is my home, you are", Ma Chongyun stood up in a hurry, nervous and incoherent, and thought that he had committed something.
"Oh my God, it's exactly the same, he must be Commander Yang's son, it's not wrong," the staff around Feng Zhongyun shouted in surprise.
Items that Yang Jingyu used during his lifetime
Ma Chongyun was stunned: "Commander Yang's son? I'm afraid you're mistaken, my dad's name is Ma Shangde."
"That's even more true, Commander Yang Jingyu's original name is Ma Shangde, you are Yang Jingyu's son, we can count on finding you," Feng Zhongyun said with trembling hands.
At this time, Ma Chongyun could not be happy, he had heard many heroic deeds of the anti-Japanese general Yang Jingyu, and he also longed for his father to have such achievements.
And now, Yang Jingyu, the northeastern general who was betrayed by his colleagues and then brutally killed by the Japanese Kou, was actually his father, Ma Shangde.
Ma Chongyun collapsed to the extreme, turned around and rushed into the house, took out the photo left by his mother before he died, and handed it to Feng Zhongyun for repeated comparison, this time he got a positive answer.
Ma Chongyun cried, tearing his heart and lungs, he struggled to find his father for 8 years, but he was already heroic as early as 1940.
He had fantasized about countless possibilities, and only this one result was something he had never dared to speak out, but now the reality was nakedly placed in front of Ma Chongyun's eyes.
"Don't be sad, son, your father is a great hero, his sacrifice is noble, and he is also my good comrade-in-arms."
"Find you, even if General Yang Jingyu's resume is completed, your family members are all glorious martyrs' families," Yang Jingyu's comrades-in-arms comforted.
Ma Chongyun returned to God, woke up from his grief, and after saying goodbye to the leaders of the party organization, turned around and entered the house, and did not come out for a long time.
Yang Jingyu was a matter of Ma Shangde, which was serialized in the Henan Daily for several days, and after the Henan Provincial Party Committee learned of this matter, it actively arranged work matters for the martyr's bereaved family.
But Ma Chongyun refused, because he had been working in the Zhengzhou Railway Bureau for a long time with the help of the county party committee, and Ma Chongyun and his sister had nothing else to ask for but to worship their father.
In 1953, the northeast held a commemoration of the anti-Japanese coalition army, and Ma Chongyun and his sister had the honor to go to Harbin to participate in the memorial.
For the first time, Ma Chongyun and his sister had received all the information about their father so clearly, despite the psychological construction before visiting the museum.
But when Ma Chongyun and his sister saw the photo of their father being killed, they still couldn't help but cry bitterly, their eyes didn't know where to avoid, and their hands had nowhere to put them.
I saw that General Yang Jingyu's eyes were slightly closed, the corners of his mouth covered with blood clots were open, and his undressed clothes and pants vaguely covered his bony body.
The one-meter-nine-meter-and-nine-foot-blooded tough guy, like a battered young male lion, lies down on a cold wooden board, allowing people to humiliate and take pictures.
Ma Chongyun collapsed and wrapped his arms around his trembling sister.
He did not dare to look at his father's miserable condition more, and the people who came with him were crying, some of them even louder than Ma Chongyun.
Ma Chongyun had long thought of countless possibilities in his heart, including the possibility that his father had died, but only this one in front of him could be the most tragic.
He thought of the general Zuo Quan, who was humiliated by the Japanese in the wilderness, and he thought of the family of the general Xu Haidong who was tragically attacked by the Japanese enemy.
He could not imagine his father wandering desperately alone in the ice and snow, hungry to grab a handful of snow and nibble on the bark.
He could not imagine that his comrades-in-arms, who were close to his father in ordinary days, betrayed the lord and sought glory at a critical moment, and pointed the muzzle of the gun at his father.
He couldn't imagine how helpless and sad his father was in his heart when his breath was still lingering, and he probably left with hatred and regret.
Ma Chongyun refused to look at the photo of his father when he was killed, but returned home and hung a picture of his father in a military uniform and a red star octagonal hat on the wall.
Ma Chongyun later worked in the Railway Bureau, and he often taught his children: We are the descendants of General Yang Jingyu, and we must be upright Chinese.
In 1964, Ma Chongyun was unfortunately killed in his post due to excessive fatigue at work.
Ma works in the nursery of the railway bureau, and after her brother's death, she became stronger.
However, amid the laughter of the children, Ma Jinyun gradually came out of the haze of the past and died in 1986.
Among Yang Jingyu's grandchildren, his grandson Ma Jizhi chose to join the army, and participated in the counterattack against Vietnam, and was awarded the third class merit.
Yang Jingyu dedicated everything to the revolution, the party and the people, he is a model for the Chinese people, and his wife and descendants also deserve the respect of future generations!