On August 17, it marched from Qingzhang to Ganxian. The highway is a gravel road, potholes, sand is always running into the shoes, I have to take off my shoes and pour sand, the outside of the feet is the shoe sand, the shoes are the foot sand, the sand is the foot, the slugg, the clatter, the clatter, all have become "enemies". From 10 o'clock in the morning to 3 o'clock in the afternoon, the weather is the hottest, the head is roasted, the feet are grinding, everyone walks with smoke on their heads, and their mood is low. Our big university assistant professor, who served as our deputy class leader, cheered up, put down the "shelf", and hummed a Peking Opera song, and everyone forgot about fatigue when they heard it.

When he sang "Fishing and Killing Families", the instructor was able to sing a duet with him, which attracted everyone's applause for a while, and also caused the people on the side of the road to laugh curiously. The instructor said, "Let's sing a song, right?" ”

"Revolutionary soldiers should keep in mind that the 'three major disciplines and eight points to pay attention to' ,......" The loud singing voice drifted to the fields and villages, and everyone's emotions were raised at once, and the wind was also blowing at the feet. This is my first "Long March" since I was born.

When they arrived in Ganxian County, many people could no longer walk, their feet were blistered with blood, and their socks and soles were worn out a lot. I have to go tomorrow, and my shoes are the first "comrades-in-arms" and I can't throw them away. So some people make the "private goods" in their baggage - shorts, towels and the like into mats and put them in their shoes to protect their feet.

The little ghost Deng Xiaolin shouted: "Look wow, I'm lightweight, and I've re-equipped the spring bottom." "He's in good spirits.

Inspired by him, everyone immediately followed suit, reducing the weight of the backpack and protecting the feet, which is really a triple win.

Ganxian is a small county seat, there are some houses and shops on both sides of the road, the streets are extremely dirty, there is no electric light, and I live outside the city that night, fortunately, the weather is hot, and the sleeping is cool, but the mosquito attack is fierce. We came up with a solution: open the big oil-paper umbrella, cover it with mosquito nets, and people will live in it, which is really free, and as long as they sleep in the open in the future, they will use this method to deal with the "bombardment" of mosquitoes.

At night, there was no electric light, and it was impossible to write down what they had learned, so the unit organized a group of 20 people to sit around and discuss relevant issues or sum up the marching situation of the day, inspect the marching discipline and ideological activities, carry out criticism and self-evaluation, and finally gather together and the squadron leader made a summary.

The squadron leader is an old revolutionary, he was born in Taihang Mountain, participated in the revolution for more than ten years, and is now in his forties, but he is still full of energy, and he is much better at marching and doing work than us young people.

He has been my leader since I joined the army, and he has cared for us like his children.

He often said: "My son is older than you, and my son is better than me, and now he is a teacher, and I am lagging behind." Speaking of which, he bared his big yellow teeth and looked at ease.

"I'm a little older, and I obey whatever work the party assigns me to do, revolutionary, regardless of conditions."

We respect this leader very much, but sometimes we think his mother-in-law is too verbose. Even a few minutes before the meal, he still had to say the last big truth, but at this time, everyone's eyes were fixed on the vegetables and rice placed on the ground, and sometimes he still talked about him even if the wind and sand were flying and the flies were flying.

He marched with a backpack like us, talking and laughing along the way, and was very optimistic. It is said that he can enjoy the treatment of a regimental cadre, can ride a horse, and does not carry a backpack, but he still enjoys the same "treatment" as us. The commissar and the old Red Army captain had great respect for him. Because we have such a kind elder, the discipline has always been very good, and the mood is high, so no one in the squadron slipped away. Before the military congress was launched, some people in a few squadrons took the opportunity to send things home and slipped away and did not return to the team.

It's not always a taste to sleep in the open every day. That night, the communicator asked me and Luo Yunfu (a graduate of Hongdu Industrial College) to go to the team headquarters. After shouting "report", he entered the house.

The instructor said, "You are from Wenshan County, right?" The land is familiar with the people, and the troops are not the way to sleep in the field every day, so ask the two of you to go to the front station with the deputy captain to find a house and arrange for the troops to camp, okay? ”

"No problem!"

"Okay, set off as soon as possible, rush to Shuibian Town, Xia County, and arrange the whole team to live in the house. It is necessary to obtain the consent of the masses and pay attention to the discipline of the masses. ”

"Guaranteed to complete the mission!" We replied loudly.

It was already the second half of the night when we discussed some specific issues with the vice-captain, and the three of them simply slept with their backpacks together.

On August 18, 1949, we started to play the front station. At the dawn of the morning, we hit the road. The cool breeze was blowing, the rice was fragrant, and we walked quickly in good spirits.

The vice-captain said; "Let's walk like this, it's too fast, it's still far away, otherwise our legs and feet will be sore and we won't be able to walk."

So we walked at the usual pace, but we walked faster and faster, and then slowed down, and it was as if we were still trotting all the way. Before eleven o'clock, we arrived at Waterside Town. The comrades who found the military transport station had lunch, and immediately marked the number of people in the house, prepared all the food, and waited for the arrival of the team. At about four o'clock in the afternoon, the army came, everything was set up, we filled the kettle, rested for an hour, and then ran south.

The next stop is Eight Towns. The sun has not yet set, the heat is still there, walking slowly, there are watermelons to sell on the road, I bought three big watermelons with ancient coins and copper shells, the deputy captain cut down with a palm, divided into two halves, and divided into several pieces at once, everyone tasted, it was so sweet! The vice-captain moved quickly, slapped another palm, and the watermelon was divided into several pieces. I ate a few pieces, and my stomach was full, and the deputy captain said, "If you can eat, you can run, come!" One more piece. I waved my hand again and again, but he didn't follow. I had no choice but to eat another piece. Luo Yunfu is better than me, and he doesn't feel that the three big pieces are in his stomach.

The vice-captain wiped his mouth: "On the road!" I said, "The melon in Lao Luo's mouth hasn't gone down his throat yet!" Everyone laughed.

As soon as it gets dark, it's much cooler, and it's easier to walk. In the second half of the night, I arrived at Bazhen in the dark, and walked almost fifty or sixty miles from the water's edge to Bazhen.

Maybe it's because of the nostalgia, calling the door in the middle of the night, someone immediately opened the door enthusiastically, it's really a bit of "Chaimen smells the dog barking, and returns to people on a snowy night" (Tang Liu Changqing's "The Master of Furong Mountain in the Snow")

The mood. When my uncle saw me reporting to my home, Wenshan, he was busy introducing the house. When we explained our intentions, he immediately took us to the temporary military station and asked the comrades at the station for help, and they promised to prepare grain, oil, and other non-staple food for the troops, and we had dinner and slept to rest.

The sky is bright, and when you come out of the soldier's station, you will go to the house. Eight towns are not as good as the water's edge, the town is smaller, the houses are scattered near the road, it is estimated that the whole brigade can live, we set all the houses, and marked the number, the school and the team site are arranged in the pseudo-town office, cleaned up, and observed the surrounding "safety factor", think it can.

The comrades of the military station prepared grain, oil and non-staple food for us, and the most valuable thing is that there is also dried fish (dried fish has always been produced in Bazhen. The dried fish is crispy and delicious with chili peppers! Vegetables can be bought at the market. We always try our best to make our comrades more comfortable with food and shelter, and this is the duty of those who stand in front of us.

I wanted to talk to my classmates from Bazhen who used to study in the county, such as Xie Lanying, Liu Sheng, Wang Chao, etc., but I only found Liu Sheng, and he was very happy to see me, and I persuaded him to join the army, but he was unwilling. After liberation, he taught at Wenshan Middle School. Eight towns and one farewell, we didn't meet until 2006, and we were all over the age of sixteen.

When the large unit arrived at about 5 p.m., we were led to the designated number one by one, and told the brigade and the logistics office of the school headquarters to go to the barracks to purchase the necessary food, and they were extremely happy.

I said, "Don't rush to buy it, don't drain the station." ”

They went happily. When everything was done, we reported to the squadron leader and instructor, and they were very satisfied, and the deputy captain said: "Xiao Zhang and Xiao Luo are worthy of being old fellow villagers, and everything is going well." The squadron leader said, "Next time I will fight the front station, it will be a few of you." "Of course we do. Taking advantage of the cool weather, he left the eight towns.