march to victory

23-year-old Xiang Bangguo is from Zhaoshi Town, Longshan County, Hunan Province. Although he and Zhang Qingshan are fellow villagers in the same county and participated in the revolution at the same time as Zhang Qingshan, although they are both members of the 49th Regiment, they are not in the same battalion. Therefore, he does not know Zhang Qingshan, but this does not hinder Zhang Qingshan's popularity.

As the deputy squad leader of the 49nd Battalion, [-]rd Company, and [-]rd Squad of the [-]th Regiment, he had heard of Zhang Qingshan, a fellow villager, before the Long March, but he had never met him.Later, when the commando team was formed in the regiment to suppress bandits, he really wanted to join, but he couldn't let go of face, so he didn't go for any personal relationship.

Later, the assault company prepared for the Long March was established, and he went to each regiment to select good players, but because of the mission, he was seconded to the "Longshan Independent Regiment", so he missed it... To be honest, he, like his comrades, believed that "you want to eat chili peppers." Don’t be afraid of hot food, and be a Red Army without fear of killing.” Therefore, he is not afraid of death.However, the reason why he longed for the assault company was only because of the independence and mystery of this company.

Later, the Assault Company shined brilliantly in the Long March, and it was doomed that the gap between him and Zhang Qingshan, a fellow villager, was getting bigger and bigger. Even if he was the deputy squad leader before, he couldn't catch up with Zhang Qingshan's replacement.

During the ambush at Yanzikou, his right shoulder was pierced by a bullet and injured.Later, the team was dispersed, he survived the chaos, and continued the long march with several comrades in arms... But, no one thought that he, who seemed to be full of energy at the time, started to develop a high fever the next morning .Then, along the way, his wound was a little inflamed, and his high fever was also up and down, and he persisted until now.

die!It's not scary, what I'm afraid of is meaningless death.However, he knew in his heart that he couldn't hold on for long, and if he continued like this, he would drag his comrades down, but he was unwilling to die like this, so he kept holding on.But seeing that his comrades have nothing to eat and how tired they are, he really doesn't want to persist anymore, but his comrades cheer him up on weekdays and give him great spiritual encouragement. It made him feel unwilling, so he was always hesitant.

However, Xiaopingtou's death dealt him a great blow, and it can be said to be the last straw that crushed his spiritual strength.

As if he felt that the last glory of his life was coming, he didn't want to waste anything, and wanted to leave everything to his comrades, so that they could walk out of the grass with a little more strength.So, citing his headache as an excuse, he not only refused food, but also refused to drink water. Instead, he asked his comrades for help, found a pot of water, wet the veil and put it on his forehead, so that he could keep him awake with ice cold State - He knows that he can no longer drag his comrades down, otherwise, everyone will be finished, so he must stay awake tonight, otherwise, God knows when he will wake up next time after he falls into a coma.

It seemed that he had fallen asleep, and he snored lightly like everyone else from time to time, but he was clear-headed because he had been waiting and observing the comrades around him by the bright moonlight. Veteran, he knows that tonight, comrades-in-arms will definitely sleep soundly, just because everyone has been very hungry these days, and today's dinner made everyone have a full meal, which will make everyone sleep more soundly.

Lying on the stretcher, he didn't have a watch. He didn't know how long the time had passed. He felt that everyone should be asleep. He slowly opened his eyes, scanned his surroundings, and sure enough, they were all asleep.

Glancing at Xiao Tao who was next to him on the left side, holding a gun, and sleeping against the wall, he couldn't help but carefully looked at Xiao Tao's left jacket pocket: After burying Xiaopingtou, he called Xiao Tao aside and used half of the In a way of begging and half-ordering, he handed over the five-pointed red star on his hat to Xiao Tao, and asked him "if I don't get out of the grass, please give this five-pointed red star to the party"...

His left hand slowly pulled out the bayonet from his waist, scraped the blade with his fingers, and made a dull scraping sound, which was his favorite sound on weekdays, because it indicated that the blade was sharp, but now, his heart was as calm as water.Turning the bayonet slightly, until the moonlight refracted into his eyes through the bayonet surface, his originally calm expression suddenly became tense, and then relaxed again...

Putting the bayonet on his chest, looking straight at the full moon in the sky, he couldn't help but think of many things in his mind: the love of his parents when he was a child, and everything was left for himself... During the Chinese New Year, the younger brother broke the bowl, and the father would drop it on the bowl. Pick up the rice on the ground one by one and eat it, and tell the preciousness of the grain... She grazes cattle for the landlord's family, and has never had a full meal. The young master bullied and humiliated... The Red Army came and not only brought food to the family, but also distributed a large piece of land to the family.He deeply remembers when his father received a large bag of food, the mother who hid behind the door cried a lot... After participating in the revolution, not only was he able to go to night school to read and write, he was never bullied by his comrades-in-arms, on the contrary, he often helped Him, encourage him.This atmosphere of solidarity and friendship warmed his heart... During the war, comrades often used the excuse that they were recruits to leave the most dangerous point to themselves, but they risked their lives to kill the enemy, even with their own eyes. Seeing an unknown comrade-in-arms block bullets for the safety of other comrades in arms...

Enough, really enough, to be able to participate in the revolution, to be able to know so many brothers and sisters, in this life, enough... The only pity is that I did not see the victory of the revolution.But he believes that with such a group of brothers and sisters with firm beliefs, solidarity and friendship, the victory of the revolution will not be far away...

I can't miss it anymore, let alone think about it anymore - as a veteran, he knows that once a person thinks too much, he is afraid of death!

He opened his eyes wide and looked at them one by one, as if he had remembered the appearance of these comrades for life, with such reluctance and determination.

Dear comrades-in-arms, I Xiangbanguo must not drag you down, farewell!I wish you victory!

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Although everyone thought that Zhang Qingshan was a wounded person, he didn't need to stand guard, as long as he commanded everyone.But Zhang Qingshan insisted on going, because he knew that it was precisely because of his injury that he had to go: as a party member and captain, he had to set an example to inspire the confidence of his comrades.What's more, those comrades-in-arms who were not injured had to take care of everyone during the day, dig wild vegetables, pick up cow dung, etc., and also tense their nerves. Facing the battle that may happen at any time, they are already very tired. If they are required to stand guard at night , that would make them even more exhausted, what would happen if this went on - once they fell, the wounded would definitely be finished.On the contrary, if the wounded can do their best to share the task, there is a good chance that everyone will walk out of the grass together successfully.For example, the wounded can do the sentry duty, and if the comrades who have worked hard during the day can rest assured at night, they will be much more energetic the next day, which is conducive to helping the wounded...

Lie on a high place and observe the front with a telescope. Although it looks gray in the distance, because of the moonlight, you can still distinguish the figure at 200 meters from the top.

After confirming that no one was there, Zhang Qingshan turned over and lay down, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took out one, and did not dare to light a cigarette—what to play, this is a plain area, and it is night, a red light spot Twinkling, what else could it be but self-disclosure?Put it on the tip of your nose and sniff it vigorously, put it in your mouth, put your head on your hands, look at the moon, and relax your whole body and mind-the mind is extremely clear.

This kind of emptiness produced by looking at the starry sky in silence makes Zhang Qingshan very fond of it, and even wants to be like this forever.

suddenly!

He sensed something was wrong, turned over immediately, picked up the binoculars and looked around, but in the end, not to mention the enemy, he couldn't even see a mouse.However, that suppressed atmosphere with a bit of grief and indignation is still there, and this atmosphere is not directly sensed, but an inexplicable feeling produced by the long-term test of life and death on the battlefield, but He is very sure of his feeling, because this feeling has allowed him to avoid the threat of the enemy several times on the battlefield.

Just as he was frowning and trying to figure out the source of this feeling, he saw a black figure running fast behind him. The running posture was a bit strange, as if he was touching his face while running.

Soon, Zhang Qingshan knew where this atmosphere came from.

"Captain, go and have a look, Lao Xiang... Lao Xiang committed suicide."

"Ah!" Zhang Qingshan was startled, then heyed, got up, handed the binoculars in his hand to the soldier and said in a deep voice, "Come and stand for me, I'll go and have a look."

Limping down the mountain... To be honest, although Zhang Qingshan felt a little heavy in his heart at this time, he was not particularly sad, not because he was used to life and death, nor because everyone was unfamiliar, but mainly because of this For him, things are too common: Since the Long March, how many outstanding sons and daughters committed suicide after being injured because they lacked medical care, food and clothing, and couldn't bear to hurt other comrades?There are too many, Zhang Qingshan is even a little numb.

When he came to the small ravine, he didn't dare to light or light a fire, so the visibility was not high, but when he saw everyone gathered together, especially when he saw some people covering their mouths, they didn't dare to cry loudly. Crying, enduring, hurting, and crying, the atmosphere of grief and anger almost rushed towards my face.

He froze for a moment, sighed, and felt a little bit more painful in his heart.For some reason, he suddenly remembered the old squad leader who had died, and also remembered the man who charged with a grenade in order to blow open the enemy's city gate...

He took a few steps forward and saw the man who committed suicide. He frowned slightly. Even though he was used to seeing life and death, he couldn't help but be shocked by the scene in front of him: He had seen many people who committed suicide in order not to hurt their comrades. , Some people jumped off the cliff when no one was paying attention, shot themselves, hit their heads against the wall...but this was really the first time he saw someone committing suicide by stabbing the heart with a bayonet.This shocked him, because he felt that the way of smearing the neck with a knife and stabbing the heart was the most unacceptable-how much courage was needed, or how desperate it was, to have such viciousness and courage. Perseverance ends itself.

Standing silently, feeling, suffering... At this moment, he felt that he should do something, at least to prevent similar things from happening...