A courtyard house; Li Yunlong, a subordinate of the deputy director of Harbin Military Engineering I

In March 1949, at the East China Field Hospital, Sun Bing, a guard who had just finished the Huaihai Campaign, got out of Huang Wei's captured car and opened the door.

"Commander Zhang, this is the field hospital."

Zhang Renfeng turned to look at the sack in the back seat, which contained two boxes of Yanghe liquor, and said to Sun Bing, "Xiao Sun, take my sack and go in to see if that beast Li Yunlong is feeling any better."

Sun Bing responded, hoisted the sack from the back seat onto his shoulder, and followed behind Zhang Renfeng.

At this moment, in the office of the director of the political department, Luo Wanchun was reprimanding a female nurse.

The nurse argued her case logically, but Luo Wanchun, seeing that she was unmoved, escalated the argument to a political level, probably trying to persuade her to marry one of the corps' leaders.

"Comrade Xiaotian, what kind of attitude is this? Is this how you treat the organization's arrangements?" Luo Wanchun slammed his hand on the table. "That commander has distinguished himself in battle, fought countless tough fights. Your marriage to him is a contribution to the revolutionary cause, how can you not understand?"

The nurse, Xiaotian, stood in front of the desk, her face flushed, but she refused to back down from her words: "Director Luo, I joined the revolution so that ordinary people could live a better life, not to become a leader's wife. If the organization wants me to go to the front lines to care for the wounded, I will go immediately; if they want me to transport supplies, I guarantee I will complete the task. But as for marriage, that's my own business, and I will decide for myself."

Luo Wanchun said in a low voice, "Comrade, why are you so stubborn? That commander isn't that old, only forty. He's the deputy commander of the corps. He's perfect for you. He's risking his life on the front lines, and you're taking care of the wounded as a nurse. That's a revolutionary couple, a glorious union. Think about it, how many female comrades want to find someone like that but can't? The organization has already thought of everything for you, and you're not even grateful?"

Xiao Tian raised her head: "Director Luo, I've only met that leader you mentioned twice, and we barely exchanged a few words. I don't even know what he likes or dislikes. And you want me to marry him? How is this any different from arranged marriages in the old society?"

Luo Wanchun's face darkened, and he tapped the table with his finger: "Comrade Xiaotian, this is a problem of ideology, a resurgence of individualism. Do you even have any regard for organizational discipline? Revolution is not a dinner party, and neither is marriage. The organization has arranged it for you; you just have to obey. You..."

Hearing this, Zhang Renfeng, who was standing at the door, kicked the door open in a fit of anger.

*Smack!*

The door slammed against the wall, bounced back, and was then stopped by Zhang Renfeng's kick.

"You damn Luo Wanchun, what the hell do you call yourself?" Zhang Renfeng stood at the door, a tall man over six feet, his officer's overcoat still stained with gunpowder ash from the Shuangduiji battlefield. His eyes glared at Luo Wanchun. "Forced sale, huh?"

Luo Wanchun turned his head and saw the person who had just arrived. The once arrogant Director Luo immediately cowered when he saw the person.

"Commander Zhang... Commander Zhang!"

Zhang Renfeng strode into the office, his military boots leaving two deep imprints on the muddy ground: "Be careful, or I'll report your behavior to your East China Field Army commander."

Luo Wanchun forced a smile, his hands unconsciously rubbing together. He turned back and waved to Xiao Tian, ​​"Xiao Tian, ​​you can go out first."

Xiao Tian glanced at Zhang Renfeng, then at Luo Wanchun, pursed his lips, and quickly walked out of the office. As he closed the door, he turned back and nodded to Zhang Renfeng.

After Xiao Tian left, Director Luo quickly pulled Zhang Renfeng inside, grabbing Zhang Renfeng's sleeve with one hand and closing the door with the other.

"Oh dear Commander Zhang, please have mercy on me. I had no choice."

Zhang Renfeng shook off his hand, found a chair and sat down. "You have no choice? You're the director of the political department, and instead of thinking about how to boost morale or how to settle the wounded, you're wasting your time trying to arrange marriages?"

Luo Wanchun stood hunched over to the side, his smile even more bitter: "Many cadres come to me asking me to introduce them to wives, and I..."

He shrugged, looking troubled, his eyelids drooping, and he smacked his lips as if they were bitter.

"Today this division commander comes, tomorrow that political commissar comes, they all say to me, 'Director Luo, I'm almost forty and still not married, can you help me find someone?' What am I supposed to do? I can't refuse this one, and they're all meritorious officials. If I don't agree, they'll say I'm putting on airs; if I agree, where am I going to find so many women? So I... I thought I'd deal with one at a time. That Nurse Tian is the best in the medical team, and she's a good person, so I thought..."

At this point, Luo Wanchun's eyes lit up, and he looked up at Zhang Renfeng, "By the way, old commander, aren't you still single? Do you want a wife?"

Zhang Renfeng raised an eyebrow.

Luo Wanchun took a half step closer: "If you agree, I'll have far fewer worries. After all, you have a strong background! If you marry Xiaotian, which of those commanders and political commissars would dare to cause trouble for me? Just stand there, and no one would dare to say a word against it. Just tell me, do you want it or not? I'll arrange it for you right away, and I guarantee it will be perfect."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Renfeng's lips twitched, and he pointed his finger at Luo Wanchun's nose: "Get out, get out, you comrade! The whole country hasn't been liberated yet, and you're already acting as a matchmaker. Hurry up and take me to that beast Li Yunlong's ward. I'm pressed for time and have a heavy mission. After visiting my old subordinates, I still have to go to North China."

Luo Wanchun nodded repeatedly, turned around and pushed open the door, stepping aside to let Zhang Renfeng go first, while he followed ahead to lead the way.

She would occasionally turn back and smile at Zhang Renfeng, opening her mouth as if to say something, but seeing Zhang Renfeng's unpleasant expression, she would swallow her words back.

Reaching the door of the ward, Luo Wanchun stopped and pointed to the door: "Old Regiment Commander, this is it. Division Commander Li Yunlong is in this ward."

Zhang Renfeng waved his hand: "Alright, you go ahead and do your thing."

Luo Wanchun wisely took two steps back, bowed and nodded, then turned and walked away quickly.

Zhang Renfeng stood at the door and turned to look at Sun Bing.

"Little Sun."

As Zhang Renfeng's bodyguard for many years, Sun Bing naturally knew what the commander was going to do, and kicked him!

*Smack!*

With a loud crash, the door was slammed open, the doorknob hit the wall and bounced back, allowing Sun Bing to block it with his arm.

Inside the ward, Li Yunlong was sitting shirtless on the hospital bed, clutching an enamel urinal in his hand. The urinal's spout was facing under the blanket, and half a pot of yellow liquid was sloshing inside.

The thunderous noise startled him so much that he shuddered. The chamber pot tilted, spilling two drops onto the sheets. He leaned back, nearly hitting the back of his head on the metal headboard.

Li Yunlong trembled with rage, his face turning a deep purplish-red, and he roared at the top of his lungs, "Who the hell wants to rebel?"