At noon, in northern Guangxi, the Xiangjiang River sky was shrouded in black clouds, lightning and thunder, heavy rain was majestic, and the cold rain poured down, like a waterfall.

Due to the continuous rain, the water of the Xiangjiang River swelled and rolled like a "tide".

In the heavy rain, a figure walked along the bank of the Xiangjiang River.

He wears a large bamboo hat, a coat woven from palm tree hair, and a pair of straw sandals under his feet.

Visibility was extremely low in the heavy rain, and the man was wearing a hat, making it impossible to know what he looked like, only faintly seeing him.

It's Chen Fan.

While taking advantage of his harvest and wielding a butcher's knife to slash at the Yan family's echelon, Lu Sen and his entourage left the East China Sea after negotiating specific cooperation matters with Aoxiang Group, and he arrived in Ruijin alone with the ashes of Old Lady Chen, and started the Long March from Ruijin and arrived in Guibei today.

In the heavy rain, I don't know how long he walked, Chen Fan stopped, stood on a rock, and the river under his feet was rolling and flowing, and he couldn't help but think of the battle that took place in this river nearly a few years ago.

Battle of Xiangjiang.

This was the first major battle of the Red Army after the start of the Long March.

"Old lady, back then, with the spirit of carrying your head as a 'urine' pot and the enemy's desperate spirit, under the condition of heavy casualties, you broke through the fourth blockade line carefully set up by the enemy, crossed the Xiangjiang River, completely smashed the enemy's conspiracy to completely annihilate the Central Red Army east of the Xiangjiang River, won the strategic victory, and provided an opportunity for the first great turning point in the history of the country."

Looking at the rolling river under his feet, Chen Fan seemed to be able to imagine the tragedy of that station, and his expression became extremely solemn.

"Old lady, at this station, your brothers have suffered heavy losses, and many people have lost their lives here, and after all the years have passed, they must all want to see you, right?"

Chen Fan took off the hat, then took out Mrs. Chen's ashes from his backpack, grabbed a handful, and sprinkled them in the river.

After doing all this, Chen Fan repacked Old Lady Chen's urn into a gold backpack, then stood up straight, and saluted a standard military salute to the rolling river.

Then he put on his hat again, set off again, and began to head southwest.

At the end of the month, that important meeting ended successfully, the Yan family echelon suffered a heavy blow, most of the members of the third and second generations of the Yan family were taken away by the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection, Yan Qinglai failed to defend the title of the nine-person group, and was admitted to the hospital on the grounds of physical discomfort, and Wei Ming temporarily replaced Yan Qinglai to preside over the work.

Chen Fan didn't know about all this, but he ...... This outcome was foregone long after his trip to Europe!

At the beginning of January, it was already winter, and the weather turned cold, so he came to Zunyi, which is located in the southwest.

He still wears a hat on his head and a robe

, wearing straw sandals, like a refugee coming out of a refugee slum.

Straw sandals were originally sturdy, but... In the past few days, Chen Fan had only spent a small part of his time walking along the Long March Road, thinking and imagining the situation when the red "color" army walked this red "color" area, and the rest of the time he was walking like a fly, hurrying with terrifying speed.

If it weren't for that, he wouldn't have arrived in Zunyi in a short period of time.

At noon, there were many tourists coming to the Zunyi meeting site.

When they arrived at the meeting place in Chen Fan's strange costume, they all looked at Chen Fan with an idiotic gaze, which felt as if Chen Fan had escaped from a madhouse.

In the face of those strange eyes, Chen Fan ignored it, he seemed to be petrified, standing quietly in front of the door of the venue, with the six big characters of "Zunyi Conference Site" on the door plaque.

"Old lady, this is the place where you held the meeting that changed the DNG and the Red Army, I remember you came here once when you were seven years old, does it feel familiar?" With that, Chen Fan reached out and took out the urn in his backpack.

“……”

Not far away, several tourists were watching Chen Fan, but they were stunned when Chen Fan took out the urn, and suddenly screamed in fright and dispersed.

Chen Fan ignored this and did not sprinkle the ashes, but repacked the urn into his backpack and saluted to the gate of the venue.

With all that done, he turned around and strode away.

Throughout, they had tourists who took him for a psychopath.

Out of Zunyi City, Chen Fan looked up at the sky, glanced at the red sun, squinted his eyes slightly, exerted force under his feet in vain, disappeared like a whirlwind, and began to go north.

"The five mountains are soaring and the waves are blowing

Umeng majestic walking mud pills. The golden sand water beats the clouds and cliffs warm, and the Dadu Bridge is cold. ”

In the following days, Chen Fan followed the Long March Road, crossed the Chishui, Jinsha River, and Dadu River, crossed the Lugou Bridge, and came to the foot of the impassable Dajin Mountain.

Along the way, whenever he went to a place, he would sprinkle the ashes of Old Lady Chen and salute.

When Chen Fan came to the foot of the snow-capped mountain, it had completely entered the winter, the sky was freezing, the sky was falling with snow, and the cold wind was blowing, like an ice blade scraping on the face.

Chen Fan stood at the foot of the mountain, looking at the continuous mountains covered with snow, a piece of silver, snow in the sky, snow in the sky, snow in the sky, all the snow in the world.

When he came, not to use the physique of those martyrs back then, but to the physique of the number one master on his god list, it was not easy to climb over the snow-capped mountains without abundant food and preparation.

"Old lady, Dajin Mountain is called the Immortal Mountain by the local people, and they told you and your brothers back then: only immortals can climb the Dajin Mountain. If you can open your mouth in the mountain, the mountain god will strangle you to death. In short, Dajin Mountain is an incredible mountain, birds can't fly over it, and it's best for people not to get close to it. But you have to fight against fate! ”

Chen Fan stretched out his hand behind his back and "touched" the urn of Old Lady Chen, and while respecting him, he also rose with a sense of pride! "Old lady, you and your brothers can climb over the snow-capped mountains and create miracles, and so can your descendants!"

When the words fell, Chen Fan exhaled a deep breath of heat, wore the straw sandals he bought from Sichuan, and began to conquer the snow-capped mountains.

For Chen Fan, who has now entered the transformation of energy, he can not only control his body's "exercise" freely, but also control his energy, covering his whole body, and shrinking the "hair" pores, so that the cold qi cannot be like his body.

Feeling the cold and stiff feeling coming from his feet, Chen Fan admired the courage of those martyrs to fight against fate even more.

The climb to the mountain was quite smooth at first, but later, Chen Fan found himself entering the world of ice and snow, and as far as the eye could see, it was white, and the white snow pierced his eyes.

Fortunately, he had received snow training when he was in the dragon's tooth, so he was able to adapt to it.

Rao is like this, Chen Fan can't help but feel that the road ahead is becoming more and more difficult to walk, to be precise, there is no road in front of him, the ground is all frozen into ice, people walking in the face, a little carelessness will fall, and it is possible to fall directly down the snow mountain, and there are no bones.

"Old lady, old lady, I finally understand why you and your brothers were able to win more with less after the Long March, drive away this devil, and successfully establish a new one." Chen Fan took out Old Lady Chen's urn again and sighed: "You can even overcome such a harsh environment, what else in this world can't be defeated?" ”

"Martyrs, the descendants of the Chen family have come to you with your brothers!"

Chen Fan was full of energy, yelled at the endless snow-capped mountain, and then grabbed Mrs. Chen's ashes and scattered them, and the ashes were instantly blown away by the cold wind, mixed with Xueu falling on the white snow-capped mountains.

Putting the urn into the backpack again, Chen Fan took out the frozen compressed biscuits from the backpack, briefly replenished his energy, and then moved on.

I don't know how many days passed, when Chen Fan successfully crossed the snowy mountain, he lost weight several times, his hat and coat were all ice bumps, the straw sandals under his feet turned white, and his feet had several frostbites.

Originally, Chen Fan could spread his strength all over his feet, plus he was in a hurry, his feet were moving, and he would not be frostbitten, but in the process of climbing over the snowy mountains, his feet were cut by the ice blade, causing his feet to be frostbitten.

After a few days of climbing over the snowy mountains, Chen Fan came to a village.

At this time, Chen Fan's hair was messy, his skin was dry, the hat on his head, the coat on his body, and the straw sandals under his feet were all tattered, and the whole person was like a wild man.

"Ahh

At the entrance of the village, many children were playing, and Chen Fan, who was stunned like a savage, appeared and fled in all directions.

Only an old man did not run away, but looked at Chen Fan with a strange gaze.

"Young man, where are you from?"

After a moment, the old man was the first to ask.

"Uncle, according to my old lady's will, I want to take his old man's ashes through the Long March." Chen Fan said calmly: "I just crossed the Great Snow Mountain. ”

Long March Road?

Stunned to hear these three words, the old man seemed to have heard something incredible, his eyes widened, and his tone trembled: "You...... You came here alone along the Long March Road? And just finished climbing the snowy mountains? ”

Chen Fan nodded.

"Are you kidding again, man?"

Even though he saw Chen Fan nodding in confirmation, the old man still had an expression of disbelief.

When he came, that red "color" zone was a miracle of human history, and no one could walk that road completely!

He didn't believe that Chen Fan in front of him could walk the road ahead alone!

It's just-

When his words fell, he suddenly found that Chen Fan, who was still standing in front of him just now, suddenly disappeared, as if he had never appeared.

"I'm not going to encounter ghosts in broad daylight, am I?"

The old man stayed where he was, rubbed his eyes vigorously, and after making sure that he was not wrong, he was suspicious.

Chen Fan was destined not to hear the old man's self-talk, and he left the village as fast as he could, approaching the last danger of the Long March, the grassland.

Located on the highlands of the Kham-Tibetan border, the Great Meadow stretches for hundreds of miles and is full of swampy land with no roads.

At the end of February, Chen Fan came to the big grassland.

Standing on the grass, he spotted nothing else outside the endless weeds, and beneath the weeds were swamps of muddy water several feet deep. The dead grass heaps have grown large fields of weeds, and no one has been like this for hundreds of years, there are no big trees, no birds flying, no insects chirping, not even a stone can be found.

There is nothing here but endless weeds, which are covered with white snow.

When it came to the scene in front of him, Chen Fan didn't feel that it was easier to cross the grassland than to climb over the snowy mountains.

Although the road ahead was difficult and full of dangers, Chen Fan did not flinch in the slightest ......, and he took out Old Lady Chen's urn again.

"The Red Army is not afraid of difficult expeditions, and thousands of rivers and mountains are just waiting for leisure.

The five mountains are soaring and the waves are thin, and the Wumeng is majestic and walks the mud pills.

The golden sand water beats the clouds and cliffs warm, and the Dadu Bridge is cold.

I like the snow of Minshan Mountain for thousands of miles, and the three armies are happy after the end. ”

In the endless and dangerous meadow, the man who was once called the sharp tooth of the dragon, the man who now stands at the peak of the underground world and can make the world tremble by stomping his feet, for the will of the old man lying in Baoshan, roared loudly the poem of "Long March", and continued his Long March.

At sunset, he sprinkled the ashes of the old man and walked away.