Chapter 1263 Former Comrades-in-Arms

The inexplicably excited look of the old man made Li Mu also excited. He realized that this was probably a breakthrough to persuade the old man to leave here.

So he said to the old man seriously: "The data shows that this old Han Zili Han is still alive. He has been living in Sichuan since 1955, but according to the data fed back by our volunteers, the old man is a little forgetful. I don't remember many things from the past very clearly, we only confirmed his identity as a pilot before, but we have never found the specific number of his army."

The old man was disappointed all of a sudden, and said, "I heard that he went to Taiwan in 50 years, and he is not from Sichuan. How could he have been living in Sichuan? Could it be a mistake?"

Li Mu said, "It would not be surprising if there were two Han Zilis in the entire National Army system back then, but there were not many pilots in the National Air Force at that time, so there shouldn't be a possibility of duplicate names, right?"

The old man nodded and said, "You have a good reason to say that, but this possibility cannot be ruled out, and I heard that people who went to Taiwan back then didn't come back until the end of the 1980s. They went to Taiwan in 1949 and went to Taiwan in 1955. It is basically impossible to come back and live in Sichuan."

The old man has special personal memories of that era. In that era, a large number of national officers followed the Nationalist government to Taiwan. The fundamental reason was not because they yearned for Taiwan, but because of their status as defeated soldiers, they did not dare to stay and had to. If you leave, you will never dare to come back. On the one hand, Taiwan will not allow it. On the other hand, if you come back, you are afraid that the new Chinese government in China will hold them accountable for the war. Taiwan, it is absolutely impossible to settle in Sichuan in 1955.

Li Mu said, "It didn't mention that Mr. Han Zili went to Taiwan. Could it be that your information is wrong?"

The old man fell silent, and after a while he said, "I can't guarantee it, because I heard people talk about it, and there is no solid evidence."

Li Mu nodded slightly and added: "In addition, there is a note on this, Mr. Han Zili's son told our volunteers that the old man is from Qilu, and he studied at the Yunxing School of Wushu when he was young. Later, because he found that the air force of the Republic of China was weak, That's why I am determined to join the National Air Force, you can see if this information can match the number."

The old man's eyes that had been dimmed just now flashed again, and he said in surprise: "Then it's the right number! Zili is from Qilu, and his family has some distant relatives with the then king of Qilu Han Fuju. He entered the cloud in 37 years. The province taught Wutang. After Han Fuju was shot by Lao Jiang in Jinling in 1938, he immediately applied for admission to the Central Aviation School. He told me privately that everyone in the martial arts hall knew that he was related to Han Fuju. After Han Fuju was also shot, he began to be ostracized in the martial arts hall, so he saw no hope of promotion in the army, so he gave up the plan to take the officer path and joined the air force."

Having said that,

The old man hurriedly asked, "Can you contact him?"

Li Mu nodded and said, "Yes, there is his son's phone number on it. If you want to talk to him, I can make an appointment."

"Good, good!" The old man said three times in a row, and said excitedly: "You have that on you, right?"

"Hands talk?"

"It's the thing that can be used to make a phone call. Last time your volunteer carried it on his body. He told me that it seemed to be a hand call."

Li Mu suddenly realized and said, "You should be talking about a mobile phone."

After speaking, he took out his mobile phone and asked the old man, "Is this kind of thing?"

The old man nodded hurriedly: "Yes, this is it."

Li Mu said: "I'll call Mr. Han's son now. If it's convenient over there, you can talk to Mr. Han, but... but the information says that the old man's amnesia is a bit serious, and even his own troops I can't remember the number, so he may not be able to remember you, so you have to be mentally prepared."

The old man nodded and said: "Okay, I know, it doesn't matter if I can't remember, just make sure it's him."

Li Mu dialed the phone number according to the information. It was a landline number in Sichuan. After the phone rang a few times, a middle-aged man answered the phone. When Li Mu asked if Mr. Han Zili was at home, the other party said : "Are you looking for my grandfather? My father took him to the hospital for rehabilitation, but he's coming back soon. Call back in half an hour."

Li Mu didn't say more, thanked him, and agreed to contact him after half an hour, so he hung up the phone.

After explaining the situation to the old man, the old man was not disappointed. He nodded again and again and said, "I am one year younger than I am, and now I should be 87. My son can still take him to see a doctor, which shows that his son is very filial to him."

"Yes." Li Mu replied, and then asked the old man curiously, "Mr. Sun, is this Mr. Han your comrade-in-arms?"

The old man said excitedly: "He is my other wingman pilot..."

Li Mu said in surprise: "So that's the case, then you are really comrades fighting side by side!"

The old man said with emotion: "Yes, I have two wingman pilots, and the other one died."

Li Mu felt that it was really a coincidence that the old man could find his former wingman pilot in a list, but thinking about it carefully, the National Air Force and the Flying Tigers did not have many pilots in total, and it is estimated that there is no ordinary university or department in total. There are a lot of people. Based on my experience in college, I must know everyone in my class, and those who are in a different department and not looking up, they can know at least half of them, so I randomly pull out a list of ten people. If you don't know three or five of them, it's a bit unreasonable.

When I think that the total number of the National Air Force is not large, then the total number of pilots of the Flying Tigers in that year will not be too many. Maybe there will be people who Mr. Sun Xiaozhong knew among the surviving American Flying Tigers.

Li Mu suddenly thought that at the press conference of "Flying Tigers" in Hollywood, one of the several American Flying Tigers invited by Spielberg was an old man named Paul Crawford. There is a paragraph in his memory. History is the story of when he was a member of the Flying Tigers, he set up a plane to protect the American bomber, was shot down by the Japanese army, and was rescued by the local villagers. In the memories of old Sun Xiaozhong, there was a very similar experience...

So Li Mu asked the old man Sun Xiaozhong: "Mr. Sun, do you know an American Flying Tigers player named Paul Crawford?"

"Paul Crawford?" The old man asked in surprise, "How do you know this person?"

Li Mu said: "I met him when I was in the United States, and we invited him to the scene for the press conference of our movie "Flying Tigers" in the United States."

The old man patted his legs and said excitedly: "I didn't expect him to be alive! Although I was in the National Air Force at the beginning, but in fact, like the American pilots of the Flying Tigers, they were all under the command of Chennault, so Paul Crawford was under the command of Chennault. Germany was also my comrade-in-arms at the time. I said earlier that he was shot down by the Japanese when he was covering the bomber. During the escort mission, his plane was also shot down by the Japanese. Oh, that time the Japanese shot the real murderer. , I know that those American bombers have just bombed their hometown, and they are desperately fighting with us. I can't wait to use the plane to collide with us..."

After a sigh, the old man returned to the topic: "We were shot down by eight fighter jets, Paul Crawford and I both parachuted and landed in different places, rescued first by different villagers, and then again. They were sent to hide in a town at that time, and we happened to meet him at that time. We hid together for a while with the help of local fellows, and finally escaped the danger. After all, we lived together in the cellar for more than one year. moon……"

Li Mu said immediately: "After a while, we will invite other American surviving Flying Tigers including Paul Crawford to China. Apart from him, there may be other old acquaintances of yours."

There was a glimmer of excitement in the old man's eyes.

Li Mu didn't say more about the rest. Instead of persuading the old man to agree to go down the mountain, it is better to induce the old man to want to go down the mountain himself. Paul Crawford is only a possible factor for success, and more importantly, Han Zili.

Immediately, Li Mu whispered a few times in Liu Xinying's ear, Liu Xinying immediately found a reason to go to the toilet and came out of the thatched hut, and then used his own mobile phone to call the son of Mr. The special situation explained to the other party...

When the half-hour appointment time came, Li Mu called Mr. Han Zili's son again, and the call was quickly connected. Mr. Han's grandson said, "Mr. Li? My father and grandpa are back, and I will let my grandpa answer the phone. ?"

Li Mu hurriedly said: "Okay, then please let Mr. Han listen to the phone."

The other party said: "There is something wrong with my grandpa's memory. Please say hello to Mr. Sun. If there is anything that my grandpa can't remember, please forgive him."

"Okay." Li Mu said, "Then I'll call Mr. Sun."

After handing the mobile phone to the old man and telling the old man how to use it, Li Mu said to the old man, "Mr. Han's memory is not very good, he may not remember you, please forgive me."

The old man nodded again and again, took the phone, trembling and tentatively asked, "Brother Zili?"

At this moment, in the old brick building on the outskirts of Sichuan, three generations of the Han family are surrounded by the landline. In recent years, the old man's memory has been getting worse and worse, and he can't remember many things. His relatives hope that he can retrieve some precious memories of the year through this reconnection with his comrades.

Mr. Han was sitting in front of the phone with some confusion, not knowing who was going to talk to him, and when he heard that the other end of the phone called him "Brother Zili", he was suddenly in a trance.

The old man is 87 years old. Over the years, very few people have used such a title to address him. It made him feel extremely unfamiliar for a while, but subconsciously, he felt extremely familiar.

The old man frowned and pondered for a long time, but still could not retrieve the memory. Out of courtesy, he said loudly, "I'm Han Zili, who are you?"

"I'm Xiaozhong, Sun Xiaozhong, do you still remember me?"

"Sun Xiaozhong?" The old man's brows furrowed even tighter. The name seemed to touch a string in his memory, but he couldn't figure it out for a while.

At this time, the old man hurriedly said: "The 12th Squadron of the Sixth Brigade of the National Air Force, don't you remember?"

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a while, and suddenly there was a trembling exclamation: "Who are you, squadron leader?!"

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