Chapter 1263 Former Comrades

The inexplicable excitement of the old man made Li Mu also excited. He realized that this might be a breakthrough to persuade the old man to leave here.

So, he said seriously to the old man: "The information shows that this senior Han Zili Han is indeed still alive. He has been living in Sichuan since 1955. However, according to the information fed back by our volunteers, the old man is somewhat forgetful. I don’t remember many things in the past very clearly, we only confirmed his identity as a pilot before, but we haven’t been able to find out the specific number of his army back then.”

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 live in Sichuan all the time? Could it be a mistake?"

Li Mu said: "It would not be surprising if there were two Han Zili in the entire national army system back then, but the National Air Force at that time did not have many pilots, so there should be no possibility of the same name?"

The old man nodded and said, "It's very reasonable for you to say that, but the possibility cannot be ruled out, and I heard that those who went to Taiwan did not come back until the end of the 1980s. It is basically impossible to come back and live in Sichuan.”

The old man has a special personal memory of that era. In that era, a large number of Nationalist military officers followed the Nationalist government to Taiwan. Go, and 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 will be afraid that the new Chinese government will hold them responsible for the war. So if a soldier or officer of the national army went to It is absolutely impossible for Taiwan to settle in Sichuan in 1955.

Li Mu said: "There is no mention of Mr. Han Zili's visit to Taiwan. Could it be that your information is wrong?"

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

Li Mu nodded slightly, and said: "In addition, there is a note on this. The son of Mr. Han Zili told our volunteers that the old man is from Qilu. That’s why I decided to join the National Air Force, let’s see if this information is right.”

The eyes of the old man who had dimmed just now shone again, and he said in surprise: "Then the number is right! Zili is from Qilu, and his family has some distant relatives with Han Fuju, the king of Qilu at that time. He entered the cloud in 1937. In the provincial lecture hall, after Han Fuju was shot dead by Lao Jiang in Jinling in 1938, he immediately applied to enter the Central Aviation School. He told me in private that everyone in the lecture hall knew that he was related to Han Fuju After Han Fuju was also shot, he began to be excluded in the lecture hall, so seeing that there was no hope of promotion in the army, so he gave up his plan to become an officer and joined the air force."

Having said that, the old man hastily asked again: "Can you get in touch with 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 a call and make an appointment."

"Okay, okay!" The old man said three good times in a row, and said excitedly, "You have that on your body, do you use handwriting?"

"Manual?"

"It's the thing that can be worn on the body to make a phone call. The last time your volunteer wore it on his body, he told me that it seemed to be a phone call."

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

As he said that, he took out his mobile phone and asked the old man, "Is it this kind of thing?"

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

Li Mu said: "I'll call Mr. Han's son right now. If it's convenient 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 troops I can’t even remember the serial number, so he may not remember you, so you have to be mentally prepared.”

The old man nodded and said, "Okay, I see,

It doesn't matter if you can't remember, just make sure it's him. "

Li Mu dialed the phone number on the file, which was a landline number in Sichuan. After the phone rang a few times, a middle-aged man answered the phone. When Li Mu asked Mr. Han Zili if he was at home, the other party said : "Are you looking for my grandfather? My father took him to the hospital for rehabilitation, but he will be back soon. You can call back in half an hour."

Li Mu didn't say anything more, thanked him, and made an appointment to contact him in 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 repeatedly and said, "Zi Li is one year younger than me, and he should be 87 now. His son can still take him to see a doctor, which shows that his son is very filial to him."

"Yes." Li Mu responded, 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 a coincidence that the old man was able to find his wingman pilot in the same 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 not an ordinary university or a department in total. There are many people, based on my experience when I was in college, I must know everyone in my class, and those who don’t know each other in one department can at least know half of them, so I randomly pull out a list of ten people. If you don't know three or five, it's a bit hard to justify.

Considering that the total number of the National Air Force is not many, the total number of pilots of the Flying Tigers will not be too many. Maybe among the surviving American Flying Tigers, there will be people known by Mr. Sun Xiaozhong.

Li Mu suddenly remembered that at the press conference of "Flying Tigers" in Hollywood, one of the American Flying Tigers invited by Spielberg was an old man named Paul Crawford. History is the story of him being a member of the Flying Tigers, flying a plane to protect the American bomber, and then being shot down by the Japanese army and rescued by the local villagers. In the memories of the old man Sun Xiaozhong, there is also a very similar experience...

So, Li Mu asked Sun Xiaozhong: "Mr. Sun, do you know an American Flying Tiger named Paul Crawford?"

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

Li Mu said: "I met him when I was in the United States. We invited him to 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, in fact, like the American pilots of the Flying Tigers, I was under the command of Chennault, so Paul Crawford Germany was also my comrade-in-arms at the time. I said that he was shot down by the Japanese when he was covering a bomber. During that mission escort mission, his plane was also shot down by the Japanese. Oh, the Japanese were the real culprits. , knowing that those American bombers just bombed their hometown, that desperate posture against us, I can't wait to hit us with a plane..."

After sighing, the old man returned to the topic: "We were shot down eight fighter planes that time. Paul Crawford and I both parachuted and landed in different places, and were first rescued by different villagers, and then We were sent to hide in a town at that time, and we met him at that time, and we hid together for a while with the help of a local fellow, and finally managed to escape. Counting, we lived together in the cellar for more than a year moon……"

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

A trace of excited anticipation flashed in the old man's eyes.

Li Mu didn't say any 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 by himself. Paul Crawford is only a possible success factor, and the more important thing is that Han Zili.

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

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

Li Mu hurriedly said: "Okay, then please ask Mr. Han to answer the call."

The other party said: "My grandpa's memory has some problems. Please say hello to Mr. Sun. If my grandpa can't remember anything, please forgive me."

"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 repeatedly, answered the phone, and asked tentatively with trembling, "Brother Zili?"

At this moment, in the old brick building in the suburbs of Sichuan, three generations of the Han family are gathered around the landline. In the past few 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 find some precious memories of those years through the reconnection of his comrades-in-arms.

Old Mr. Han sat in front of the phone in some confusion, not knowing who was going to talk to him, and when he heard that the other side of the phone called him Zili's brother, he suddenly felt a little dazed.

The old man is 87 years old. For so many years, very few people have called him by this title. It made him feel extremely strange for a while, but subconsciously he felt very familiar.

The old man frowned and thought for a long time, but he still couldn't retrieve that memory. Out of politeness, he said loudly, "I'm Han Zili, who are you?"

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

"Sun Xiaozhong?" The old man frowned even tighter. This name seemed to touch a certain string deep in his memory, but he couldn't sort out this string clearly 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?"

The other end of the phone was silent for a while, and suddenly a trembling exclamation came: "Are you, squadron leader?!"

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