march to victory

Under the blue sky, in the endless plain, the mouth of the swallow is red everywhere.

As if God saw the flames of war ceased, and couldn't bear to witness the tragic scene left by the battlefield, the rain finally stopped in the middle of the night.Not even the slightest bit of wind is seen, and the silent world is like a frozen frame, which makes people feel a little surprised.

On the top of the hillside in the northwest of Yanzikou, a piece of vegetation was turned upside down as a whole, and the belt soil took up a large area.

suddenly!

A hand suddenly stretched out from it, and after a short pause, another palm grabbed the gap next to it and tore it apart with all its strength. Soon, a face appeared from the gap...

"Hoo~!"

After Zhang Qingshan exposed his head, he took a deep breath of the fresh air after the rain and let out a long breath.At this time, his face was dirty, but there was a big lump on the left side of his forehead, obviously caused by being hit by a heavy object.

After resting for a while, Zhang Qingshan seemed to come back to his senses suddenly, his originally somewhat empty eyes suddenly flashed horror, he quickly looked left and right, and when he saw no enemies, he listened for a while again Son, after confirming that there was no sound around him, he breathed a long sigh of relief.

Struggling to tear open a big hole in the clods of soil and vegetation in front of him, he sat up and gasped for breath.But before he took a breath, he thought of something again, got up suddenly, but felt a sharp pain in his left foot, and he sat down grinning from the pain, but couldn't help but look around.

I saw human and horse corpses everywhere on the entire battlefield, and blood was everywhere, and some places even formed a small pool of blood, especially at the entrance of Yanzikou in the distance, many corpses were almost piled up, from complete Some were missing arms or legs, or their heads were missing, or half of their heads had been knocked off... People who watched were terrified, but they could judge the degree of tragedy based on the density of the corpses.But it was such a battlefield, but there was no sound at this time, but at some point there was a breeze blowing again, bringing a fishy smell to the nostrils, making people want to vomit.

Zhang Qingshan is a soldier, not to mention that he has seen mountains of corpses and seas of blood, even he himself has been in and out of hell a few times, so facing all this in front of him, he didn't feel uncomfortable.Even, to put it bluntly, when he saw the sacrificed comrades around him, he didn't feel any sorrow. It can be said that his state of mind was very calm.Because, he believes that the shroud of horse leather is the best home for soldiers, and it is glorious for comrades in arms to sacrifice for the revolution!

Seeing no living people, not even live horses, Zhang Qingshan breathed a sigh of relief—at least there were no enemies.

I took out my two box cannons from under the vegetation, checked the clips, and checked the guns by the way, yes!There is no sand and soil, it is not bad, and it can continue to be used.

Maybe it was because there was a lot of dirt on his face, Zhang Qingshan felt a little itchy, and wiped his forehead with his sleeve, and he grinned again due to the pain, and couldn't help snorting.Putting the gun by his side, he carefully touched the left side of his forehead with his right hand.

"hiss!"

Just touching the bag on the left side of his forehead lightly, Zhang Qingshan couldn't help but gasped in pain.

After a short pause, he touched the bag with his right hand lightly and little by little.Although it hurts, I can still feel it clearly. This bag is as big as half an egg.Think about it carefully, eh!It must have been a stone or wooden stick from the shell that hit him on the forehead, knocking him unconscious.

He habitually pressed his left waist, fortunately, the water bottle was still there.

I carefully washed the bag with half of the water in the kettle, washed my face by the way, took two more sips, and the kettle was empty.

This kettle is very useful and cannot be thrown away.

Then, Zhang Qingshan just sat and rested like this, looking at the tragic scene of the battlefield in front of him, his military character immediately put aside the past tense, combined with the situation in front of him, he calculated what would happen after he fell into a coma: according to the Red Army's habit of dealing with post-war , no matter the enemy or us, as long as there is alive, they will be treated.As for the corpse, regardless of the enemy or the enemy, if there are ordinary people, they will be asked to help bury them, if not, they will do it themselves.Of course, the remains of enemy and enemy fighters will be buried separately.But the situation in front of me is that none of the corpses of the enemy and ours have been buried, and then look around with the binoculars. There are no corpses in the distance around the swallow's mouth, and some soldiers in the valley have not taken away their weapons, but some are missing. Combined with this In fact, there can only be one situation: although our army successfully wiped out the enemies in the valley, it retreated hastily, otherwise, Duan Duan would not have even finished cleaning the battlefield.Based on the fact that there were no corpses left around, it can be concluded that although they retreated in a hurry, they were not chased by the enemy within a short distance. Otherwise, they should have left the corpses of both the enemy and us along the way...

As for why I wasn't found, it's easy to explain: time is running out, who can check corpses one by one?You can only rescue and transfer people who are still alive. What's more, you are still buried in the soil. If you don't check carefully, who can notice?

So, now I will face two questions: what should I do?The second problem is that the top priority must be to leave here immediately, and far away, otherwise, God knows when the enemy will come back. If I don't leave, I am afraid that I will be spotted by the scouts of the enemy cavalry.

Although Zhang Qingshan is not afraid of death, not being afraid of death and sending death meaninglessly are two different things.And the calmness of the soldier prevented him from panicking, and he had to think well before he could act.At this time, Zhang Qingshan had to face another choice: whether to go back or continue to catch up with the main force or continue the Long March?

Although it is more than ten days away from Ganzi City, his left calf is injured. If he returns to Ganzi City to recuperate, relatively speaking, it is much better than continuing the Long March—his leg is injured and his movement is inconvenient, so he wants to catch up with the large army ,almost impossible.And if he wanted to continue the long march, then, nine out of ten, he would have to go on the long march alone. Among other things, he could not be sure about the whereabouts of the large army.

From a rational point of view, the harm between the two powers is the lesser, and it is the best choice to return to Ganzi to recover from the wound and then go to northern Shaanxi.

As for the fact that there must be blockades and interrogations by reactionaries such as enemies and horse bandits along the way, there is no need to compare this at all: no matter whether you are going forward or back, you will inevitably encounter such things. luck.It is precisely because of this that the chances of surviving when returning to Ganzi City are even higher.You know, now he is only in the dry grass, and there are water and grass below, that is fatal.Moreover, his leg was injured, and he had no medical treatment, no medicine, and no food. It would be a miracle if he could walk out of the grass.

However, Zhang Qingshan is hesitant, because he has a belief in his heart: if the Red Army leaves the people, it is like a fish leaving water, then, if he leaves the army, it is like losing everything... But the problem is, if he Just dying on the grass, so what?

In hesitation, Zhang Qingshan subconsciously touched his pocket, found that there was no cigarette, and then touched his chest. He was overjoyed, and sure enough, the pack of cigarettes given by Commander He was still there.

After wiping his hands on the grass and his fingers on his clothes, he took out half a pack of cigarettes, took out one, sniffed it on the tip of his nose, and then put the half pack of cigarettes into his underwear pocket.

With a cigarette in his mouth, he took out the matchbox, but the match was wet by the rain.

Without the slightest hesitation, he moved to the left subconsciously, touched a hand, slammed it, and said casually: "Comrade, borrow a fire."

Seeing that the other party didn't respond, he even grabbed the other party's hand...

This grasping felt that the strength was not right, so I woke up and turned my head to look, yes!This is half an arm, but because there is no sleeve on it, it is impossible to tell whether it is the enemy's or my comrade's.

Zhang Qingshan, who was used to seeing life and death, was not afraid at all, but was stunned for a while. Finally, he put down the half of his arm and let out a long sigh. He didn't know whether the sigh was for his comrades or enemies, or for the human race.

Looking left and right, he knelt and crawled towards the corpse of the closest comrade on the left.

Without looking at the other party's miserable appearance, he touched the corpse.Although the Communist Party members are not superstitious, Zhang Qingshan felt that he was panicked at this moment and should say something.He rummaged through the matchbox and said, "Comrade, I'm sorry, my match got wet. I need you to borrow a fire."

In the end, Zhang Qingshan did not find the matchbox from the other party, but Zhang Qingshan seemed to be talking to the other party: "Don't disturb your rest, I will go to the next comrade to ask."

Six or seven corpses were found in a row, either without matches or with wet matches.In the end, Zhang Qingshan took out a kerosene lighter on top of a corpse whose neck had been cut off by a bullet and stained the surrounding grass red.

Zhang Qingshan felt that this lighter looked familiar, he should have seen it somewhere.For a while, he looked at the lighter in his hand, and he was not in a hurry to light a cigarette, but recalled with a slight frown: Lighters are high-end gadgets, and I am afraid that there are not many in the entire Red Army team.The reason why he has an impression of this lighter is because the owner of this lighter is a squad leader of the 49nd Battalion of the [-]th Regiment.I remember that on the snowy mountains, the matchboxes carried by many comrades at that time could not light firewood.This guy took out this lighter to light a fire for everyone, and showed off very arrogantly afterwards—it was precisely because of his showing off that Zhang Qingshan was deeply impressed by him: no one who loves to show off will definitely love to show off more than him.He said that before he joined the army, he broke the leg of a rich landlord who oppressed the people, and snatched it.

Looking at the comrade's body again, at this moment, Zhang Qingshan was actually a little jealous: How he hoped that this guy who was more showy than him in front of him could stand up again and show off to him again, no!As long as he shows off or smiles, he can kowtow to the other party.However, everything is irreparable... I don't know if this guy regretted his sacrifice, but if it were him, Zhang Qingshan felt that he would definitely not regret it.It is still the same saying when I joined the army: Now that we have embarked on the revolutionary road, we must carry the revolution to the end.For this reason, whether it is bloodshed, sacrifice, or youth, there is no regret in this life.

Lighting the cigarette, sitting next to the sacrificed comrade, silently looking down the mountain, Zhang Qingshan was doing this multiple-choice question while smoking a cigarette.

It wasn't until the cigarette butt burned his fingers that he woke up suddenly. After throwing away the cigarette butt, his eyes were very firm...