In the fall of 1945, the Red Army entered the grasslands. Because the three young comrades had gastrointestinal problems, the instructor asked the head of the cooking class to take care of them.

The three sick men only traveled twenty miles a day, and when they arrived at the campsite, the squad leader dug up grass roots everywhere and cooked for them with barley flour. In less than half a month, the barley flour was all eaten up. Hunger threatened them. Although the squad leader everywhere looking for weeds, digging roots, but just eat these how can eat it? The squad leader watched them lose weight and couldn't close his eyes all night long.

One day, the squad leader was washing clothes by the river, when he suddenly saw a fish leaping out of the water, he hurriedly found a sewing needle and bent it into a hook, so that the three comrades could eat fresh fish and drink fish soup. But one little comrade noticed that the squad leader never ate while they were eating the fish. Later, this little comrade couldn't help but shed tears when he realized that the squad leader was eating their leftover food.

When they were about to get out of the grassland, the squad leader fainted from hunger, and the three young comrades rushed to fish and make soup, but the squad leader still sacrificed his life for them.

The second one:

It was a late fall day, the sun was in the west. Due to the long march on the deserted grassland, often suffering from hunger, Comrade Chen Geng felt very tired. He fell out of the line this time, leading the same tired thin horse, step by step toward the front. Suddenly, he saw a little Red Army man in front of him, who, like him, had also fallen behind.

That little fellow was no more than eleven or twelve years old. He had a yellow face, a pair of big eyes, two thin lips, a little bit of nose, two feet wearing worn straw shoes, frozen green and red. Comrade Chen Geng walked up to him and said, "Kid, get on the horse and ride for a while."

The little kid put on a carefree look, stared at Comrade Chen Geng's thin face with a beard, smiled faintly, and said in a mouthful of Sichuanese:

"Old comrade, my stamina is much stronger than yours, so get on your horse and go."

Comrade Chen Geng said in a commanding tone, "Ride for a while!"

The brat said stubbornly, "You want me to race with your horse, ah, then let's race." He said as he threw his back out and made a pose ready to run.

"Then, let's go together."

"No. You go first, I have to wait for my companion."

Comrade Chen Geng had no choice but to take out a small packet of barley flour from his body, hand it to the little kid, and say, "You eat it."

The little kid pulled the bag of dry rations on his body, gently patted it, and said, "Look, it's bulging. I have more than you."

Comrade Chen Geng was finally persuaded by the brat, and had to climb on his horse and head forward. He rode on the horse, the mood of the old calm, from the little kid he just met, remembered a series of children. From Shanghai, Guangzhou until the docks of Hong Kong, the poor children he had dealt with, one by one surfaced in front of his eyes.

"No, I've been deceived!" Comrade Chen Geng suddenly shouted, immediately turned his horse around, kicked his horse's stomach hard a few times, and galloped towards the way he came. By the time he found the brat, the brat had already collapsed on the grass.

Comrade Chen Geng struggled to put the kid on the back of the horse, his hand touched the kid's ration bag, the bag is hard, what is loaded? He pulled it out and saw that it was a piece of burnt and blackened cow knee bone, with a few teeth marks on it.

Comrade Chen Geng understood it all. It was at this time that the brat stopped breathing.

Comrade Chen Geng put his arms around the little kid and hit himself hard: "Chen Geng, how can you stand up to this little brother!"

The third:

The Red Army's long march was characterized by blockades in front and pursuers in the rear, and it also had to frequently struggle with enemy planes that scouted and bombed from the air. Although the Red Army's air defense weapons were extremely simple at that time, it still carried forward the spirit of winning with inferiority and daring to fight, and actively carried out air defense operations and shot down six enemy planes during the Long March.

Fourth:

On the road of the Red Army's Long March, one touching story after another took place, and I read a story called "A Bag of Dry Grain". It tells the story of a 13-year-old Red Army soldier, Xiaolan, who, while advancing with the troops, managed to get a bag of dry rations, but when crossing a bridge to take care of a wounded man accidentally dropped his bag of dry rations into a river and was swept away by the water. In order to let everyone have enough rations to eat, she insisted on not telling her comrades, pretending to be nothing happened, pulled a lot of wild vegetables into the satchel, so that the satchel stuffed with bulging. Soon her body can not, in the head nurse found that she ate wild vegetables and satchel "dry food" after the incident, we know the truth, so everyone voluntarily share a little bit of dry food to her, so that she experienced the warmth of the family ...... story is small, the connotation is not small! The story is small, but the connotation is not small. These bits and pieces of details, small stories but let us see the Red Army soldiers' excellent qualities - not afraid of suffering, strong, selfless, enthusiastic ...... Xiaolan, she is just a 13-year-old girl, but has the same strong will as adults, but know to sympathize with others. At the time when she had no food, she could have reached out to her comrades for some, but she did not do so, but chose to be silent and suffer on her own. At this moment, her mind is only thinking of her comrades, and ignored their own difficulties; and to the seriously wounded wounded, she could have left them, easy on their own, but she did not do so, she carefully care of each wounded, no complaints, no regrets. A little girl is still so, can imagine, my great Red Army team of good quality.

Long March Stories

1. During the Long March, there was a female warrior named Xiao Dong, who was only 13 years old. Climbing snow-covered mountains is each issued a chili pepper, afraid of cold people chew a mouthful. Xiao Dong is afraid of spicy, did not bring chili. Xiao Dong just climbed halfway up the mountain, the cold shivering. Team members have been shouting: "comrades must not sit down, sit down, can not get up. To the mountainside, Xiaodong is really cold and tired, but still insisted, finally reached the top, Xiaodong see team members have rolled down, a roll is dozens of feet, she also sat down on her butt, a roll, more than 100 feet. Finally succeeded in overcoming one snow mountain after another.

2. Woman of war: He Zizhen's body embedded in 17 pieces of shrapnel

In the tragic 25,000-thousand-mile Long March, there is a group of special figures, they have the wife of the central leadership of the comrades, female cadres, but also ordinary female soldiers. Hunger, disease, bloody battles, death, nothing can stop their footsteps, this group of dear and honorable heroine in the smoke all the way through.

The author, Chang Jingzhu, said that in the winter of 1995, he and the writer, Dong Save, traveled through the streets and alleys of Beijing, looking for female Red Army soldiers who had participated in the Long March. It was a very tough job that took up a lot of their time and energy, but they continued to enjoy it because each interview subject brought them great surprises, and a long-lost spirit called to them, inspired them and moved them.

Despite the fact that most of the Red Army's women warriors who were in their prime and who reigned supreme have already passed away, the beautiful stories of the Red Army's women who stayed on the long journey are still as stirring and moving as ever.

On a night in early April 1935, the female Red Army soldiers just dragged their tired bodies to Wuli Pai near Panxian County, Guizhou Province, an unexpected situation: a group of enemy planes buzzing suddenly flew over from behind the mountain, one of them quickly swooped down, a burst of fierce machine-gun bullets head-on, three bombs thrown at the rest camp. The fighters quickly lay down under road bumps, in field ditches and on slopes, the high and low terrain sheltering some of them, but what killed them was that some of the Red Army wounded lay on stretchers and could not move at all.

He Zizhen was originally hidden in the roadside under a dirt canyon, but she ignored her personal safety and climbed out to evacuate the stretcher, at this time, a bomb dropped, in her side suddenly rose a smoke and dust ......

Enemy planes flew away, the sound of the gunfire, the sound of explosions ceased, the smoke and dust gradually dissipated away. He Zizhen's body was embedded with shrapnel, and his blood drenched his military jacket in crimson.

A tense rescue began. The guards rode to the General Health Department to bring in Dr. Li Zhi to save He Zizhen's life. Li Zhi first gave He Zizhen a hemostatic injection, then did a full-body examination and found that there were 17 pieces of shrapnel of different sizes and shades in her head, upper body, and limbs*** Without any anesthesia, the operation began. He Zizhen was sweating profusely from the pain, tears in her eyes, but insisted on not saying a word. The shallow shrapnel was finally taken out piece by piece, but the shrapnel deep inside the body was difficult to take out and became a permanent reminder of the war.

Listening to the Old Red Army Tell the Story of the Long March

"Young people, you can hardly understand what kind of feelings we old people have in the face of the peace and prosperity that has been brought about by the bloodshed, in the perilous situation of nine deaths and one life we have never wavered, it is because we firmly believe that our efforts can be exchanged for the stability and prosperity of today!"

July 23, 20:00, the reporter met the 14-year-old to participate in the Red Army, once three across the grasslands, half a century of the old Red Army soldiers, the former Jinan Military District deputy political commissar Ren Sizhong old man. The 83-year-old old man's box opened up, talking about the past great years, look excited, lips a little trembling ......

15-year-old teenager led 171 people to join the Red Army

December 1932, the main force of the Red Army's Fourth Front arrived in northern Sichuan, the guerrillas led by the underground party in eastern Sichuan began in the Daxian County. At that time, Ren Lao, who dropped out of school due to poverty, was helping his father with farming at home.

"The Party gave me the ability to think, and I realized why the poor people who have worked hard all their lives have to continue to suffer from poverty," he said, adding that the red regime's fight against the tycoons to divide up the land and show the poor a way to live had sent a huge ripple through Ren's mind. The Red Army team for the poor peasants, Ren Lao realized that this is a team of the poor.

The influence of his red family was crucial. His elder brother joined the guerrillas long before he did, but soon died heroically in a battle, and his father responded positively to the revolutionary army's call to serve as chairman of the village soviet. The old man's determination to join the revolution was strengthened by the fact that he was imprisoned and tortured to death by the reactionary army during the years when the Red Army was away from its base, and that his mother left him soon after his father's death with a grudge.

The year 1933 was a crucial year for Ren Lao, who joined a guerrilla group in June and soon afterward joined the Chinese ****anist Youth League. Ren was a dynamic thinker, actively exploring the principles of revolution, and soon became the backbone of the guerrilla group. After the main force of the Red Army occupied Daxian County, he was elected as the district youth vanguard captain, 15-year-old boy became the 171 red boy "leader", under his leadership, the whole team of 172 people collectively joined the Red Army.

Fighting "fan team" teenage soldiers fame

From the guerrillas into a real revolutionary fighter, but the strong reactionary warlord forces in Sichuan still forced the troops to flow to carry out revolutionary work.

In July 1934, Ren Lao was head of the political education section and instructor of the cadre company of the Young Pioneers Command in Sichuan province. He was working in the Danba area in western Sichuan. One day, when Ren Lao and others were having a meeting on a small 3-story building, the armed forces of reactionary warlords suddenly rushed into the building and started a fierce gun battle with the comrades in charge of sentry duty on the stairs. Footsteps dense and rapid, gradually close, stay is sure to die, Ren Lao and other three people jumped out of the window to escape, a companion fell to his death on the spot, Ren Lao right arm to support the ground, the upper arm fracture poked broken ribs inserted into the chest, he endured the pain and his companions to burrow into the night to quickly transfer.