When the first rays of the sun shine on the grass the next day to bring this long-lost warmth to all things, everyone knows that this night is over.

The journey to the grassland has just begun, everyone is still full of food, although the physical exhaustion is not small, but it has not reached the point of exhaustion, plus the cold measures are appropriate.

So, on the first night on this meadow, there were surprisingly no casualties.

Of course, the night after the storm was not without a price, and several soldiers suffered from the wind and cold.

The western medicine for treating colds in the regiment was extremely limited, and it was simply insufficient, so the comrades of the health group began to search for medicinal herbs that could be used by looking around.

However, the trip could not be delayed, early in the morning, everyone put away the camp tent, had breakfast, and started to march again.

"Regiment commander, this rain has lost all the guidance marks we made for the comrades in the division headquarters behind." The marker responsible for pointing to the follow-up troops cried with a sad face and reported anxiously.

A rainstorm soaked the grass more and more muddy, at the beginning, this road is quite difficult to walk, Lin Dashan is walking barefoot, walking on this muddy road, giving people a feeling that it is difficult to walk.

Hearing this, Lin Dashan's brows furrowed, and he looked at the road behind him, after the heavy rain, he couldn't see the slightest trace of people walking.

If this is the case, wouldn't the vanguard of the three regiments not play a role!

"Old Xiao, what do you think?" Lin Dashan couldn't make up his mind and asked.

Political commissar Xiao Xiang is an intellectual, although he is never ambiguous in the fight, but he can't hide the fact that his body is weak, he has a mild cold, he is carrying a wooden stick, and his face is a little pale.

He thought for a while and responded: "Lao Lin, the weather in this grassland is changeable, and the conventional markers can't be kept for long at all, we must ensure that the markers we make can be kept for at least one day, so that the follow-up comrades can see it." ”

In fact, this is exactly the intention of the third regiment as the vanguard, to explore the way with a small force to ensure the follow-up of the large force.

"There's nothing on the fucking grass, and it's hard to find a stick, so you can ......"

"Hey, Lao Xiao, don't say it, you really reminded me, why don't we take off the soldiers' bayonets, stick them on the road, and mark them?" Lin Dashan patted his head and said excitedly.

"Well, the idea works!" Xiao Xiang nodded, anyway, most of the time now he can't meet the enemy, and he doesn't need a bayonet for the time being.

"Okay, that's it, have you heard it, let's go down and prepare!" Lin Dashan gave the order, and after the soldiers of the marking group collected the bayonets of the whole regiment, they got busy again.

"Oh no, someone fell into the swamp!"

"Hurry up and save people, fall into another one, hurry up......"

Wave after wave of unevenness, suddenly a soldier shouted anxiously, very panicked.

When Lin Dashan and the others rushed to the front, they saw a scene that he would never forget in his life: a soldier's right leg was stuck in the quagmire and was struggling, and another soldier pulled it with his hand, and due to excessive force, he also fell in.

These quagmires appeared suddenly, probably across everyone's path, so that everyone was unprepared and stumbled into them.

The scene was a bit chaotic, for it was not only these two warriors who were stuck in the quagmire, and as far as the eye could see, there were seven or eight warriors who had fallen into the swamp and were struggling.

"Don't panic, don't move, the harder you struggle in this swamp, the faster you will fall, don't worry, we'll pull you out."

Han Xin rushed over in time, he had already expected this kind of scene, but he didn't expect it to come so suddenly, he yelled, "Erniu! ”

"Brother Han!" Hearing this, Erniu moved and threw the hemp rope in his hand.

Han Xin got the hemp rope and threw it at a Red Army soldier who had fallen into the swamp without stopping at all.

"Grab the rope and tie it around your waist." Han Xin yelled, and when he saw that the warrior who reacted tied the rope, he beckoned several soldiers next to him and pulled it together.

"Erniu, take the others, just use this method, hurry up and rescue!" Seeing that the Red Army soldier had escaped and was pulled to the edge of the swamp quagmire, Han Xin yelled at the stunned Erniu.

"Yes!"

Erniu hurriedly took the other members of the Odd Soldier Team and began to rescue other comrades who were stuck in the quagmire with the help of the soldiers of the Third Regiment.

"Company commander, save Comrade Xiaohu, he is about to be drowned in the mud!"

After all, it takes time to rescue, and every soldier is very critical after falling into the swamp, Han Xin can't afford to waste any more time thinking about it, and beckons everyone to desperately rescue.

But manpower is limited after all, and the merciless swamp will not leave any mercy for the warriors, and some of the warriors cry and roar.

By the time Han Xin and the others arrived, the young soldier named "Xiaohu" had already been swallowed by the sludge.

The atmosphere at the scene was suddenly a little sluggish, and on the Long March, life finally began to wither, and the death of comrades-in-arms brought everyone a great shock and blow.

Han Xin's work did not stop, and after rescuing a soldier from the swamp again, he reprimanded in a loud voice: "What are you doing? What are you doing here? On the road of revolution, there has never been a lack of bloodshed and sacrifice of heroes, and no matter who dies, it can only bring us more boiling blood, not retreat and depression.

Comrade Xiaohu was sacrificed, sacrificed on the road to advance toward the great revolutionary cause, but I can see clearly that he obviously had time to call for help.

But leaving the opportunity of this life to other comrades, will we only grieve here......"

"Company Commander ......"

"Company commander, we were wrong, you are right, Xiaohu is good, we can't let him down, even if it is to Huangquan, we must make him proud of us."

"Hmm!" Han Xin nodded appreciatively, this was what he admired most about this Red Army unit.

The combat power may not be very strong, but the cohesion is extraordinary; The equipment conditions are simple, but everyone can bear hardships and stand hard work, and they regard death as home.

Such an army, even if its strength is still a little weak at the moment, but as Chairman Mao said, it is a spark that can ignite the prairies, and once it gains power, it will surely sweep the entire Shenzhou.

The comrades who fell into the swamp escaped under everyone's timely rescue, Han Xin put aside the pain of "Xiaohu's" sacrifice, probed, and said: "Everyone has an idea, the quagmire in front is all over and is extremely dangerous, and now the marching queue will be changed to a column."

Jump over the quagmire and advance, pay attention, the rear personnel should prepare hemp ropes, and once someone falls into the swamp, they must be rescued as soon as possible. ”

Han Xin's voice fell, and he ran to the front of the queue again, jumping over a quagmire, falling from one meadow to another.

"Let's go!"

The scene changed, and everyone jumped from one meadow to the next.

In order for everyone to drink a mouthful of hot boiling water, the comrades of the cooking class took turns carrying two large iron pots, which were particularly conspicuous, and they were in trouble when they arrived at the quagmire.

This quagmire is not small, and with a big iron pot on his back, he can't jump over it at all!

So there was another scene: after the comrades of the cooking class encountered the quagmire, one of them jumped over first, and the other threw the big iron pot, and only after the opposite one caught it did they also jump over.

The two big black iron pots are just going up and down on the grass, but it is a beautiful scenery.

In this way, after spending several hours, everyone finally crossed this indirectly distributed quagmire area, and the comrades of the marking group focused on marking this place, in case the large army encountered the same embarrassment.

But after passing here, it is also a price, not to mention Xiaohu's sacrifice, in the face of the quagmire, the soldiers can cross it, even if a soldier accidentally falls into it during the period, they can be rescued soon.

But the animals such as mules and horses are not so lucky, once they fall into the quagmire, they will instinctively struggle desperately, often before everyone can save them will be swallowed by the mud, can only watch the mud left only a string of blisters.

Therefore, just passing through this swampy area, the three regiments lost seven or eight livestock.

And most of these livestock still play heavy tasks, the regimental paperwork, some grain and grass, equipment...... Each animal was piled up like a hill.

On weekdays, everyone regarded these mules and horses as their comrades-in-arms, just like the articles of later generations said, Peng Dehuai was extremely sad when he killed his big black mule, and everyone did the same.

These mules and horses were swallowed up by the swamp, which not only caused the loss of a batch of grain and grass equipment, but also made the soldiers feel sad for the departure of these "special comrades-in-arms".

……

The road is still very long, but the rations around him are getting less and less, if it weren't for the fact that the third regiment distributed a lot of more food under the "forcible seizure" of the regiment commander Lin Dashan, I am afraid that it would not be able to hold on at all.

But in this vast grassland, who knows what difficulties await you ahead!

(To be continued, the exam is all over, resume the update!) ）