Sichuan is famous for its rainy season, which is endlessly rainy from mid-June to early July every year.

At this moment, the Sichuan region is cloudy again, and it seems that the rainy season can't wait to meet the lovely humans in this world, and it starts to rain in May in advance.

Some people say that the plum rain in Sichuan is delicate, like a girl is shy, gently dripping on the face, always giving people a delicate gentleness, coupled with the freshness after the rain, the famous plum rain, there are indeed a lot of fans.

But the premise of enjoyment is the optimization of the internal environment in advance, for the Red Army soldiers who are thinly clothed, have experienced the war all the way, and are already a little exhausted, they can not see half of the poetic feeling, and all they feel is full of malice from heaven.

Immediately, some of the blind men began to curse, feeling the silent wetness of their clothes, and walked forward silently.

When the first drop of plum rain fell on Lin Dashan's old face full of tiredness and dust, he had already woken up from his coma.

There was no roar as everyone imagined, nor doubts and anger, in the uneasy eyes of everyone, Lin Dashan was extremely silent, as if he had changed people, but he had been smoking a box of old knife brand cigarettes that he had never been willing to smoke.

The spark of the cigarette butt climbed like a rocket, and soon burned to his hand, until Lin Dashan's rough hand full of calluses made a burnt trace, and he seemed to come over suddenly, threw away the cigarette butt, and then took out the next one to continue the mechanical repetition.

The three regiments suffered heavy casualties in this battle, and less than 800 survived, of which seventy percent were still recruits, Lin Dashan smoked silently, occasionally raising his head to look at these mostly unfamiliar young faces around him.

For the rest of their lives after the catastrophe, the recruits naturally couldn't help but feel a sense of relief in their hearts, but looking at Lin Dashan, who was very different from the usual fire storm restlessness, they all deliberately quieted down, silent all the way, and no one was willing to open their mouths to break this not beautiful silence.

After all, the heartache of the regiment commander can be felt by everyone, and this collective silence is also the tacit mourning of the soldiers for the heroic comrades.

Time passed quietly, and the box of old knife brand cigarettes that had not been a few had bottomed out, and Lin Dashan still wanted to continue, but suddenly woke up, yes, the smoke, it's gone! Then he took the remaining old knife cigarette box and was silently in a daze.

Although they empathized and knew that the regiment commander was depressed and difficult to resolve at the moment, the recruits and soldiers who didn't know what was going on were still a little puzzled, and they didn't know why Lin Dashan was in a daze at the cigarette box.

Only Zhao Zhuang, the commander of the first battalion, who was also silent, when he saw the old knife brand cigarettes in Lin Dashan's hand, he was resolute and iron-blooded, and he actually shed tears silently, because he still remembered that this box of old knife brand cigarettes was brought back by the first battalion commander Kong Er who risked his life in a battle to bring Lin Dashan back.

For this reason, Lin Dashan almost beat Kong Er, and said that he would never fucking smoke this garbage cigarette, but everyone knew that it was because he was reluctant.

"Kong Er, Kong Er, why the hell are you just leaving? If you leave, whoever quarrels with me in the future, who bets with me......" His nose was sour, and Zhao Zhuang's mood was like a knife.

The rain began to fall heavier and heavier, as if the heavens were also weeping for the departed, and the wind was not willing to be lonely, running rampant everywhere unscrupulously, blowing viciously on everyone's cheeks.

The environment is still changeable, not to mention the world, people are gone, but the lives of the living still have to go on.

Lin Dashan is a big man with a very arrogant appearance and even some vulgarity, but those who are familiar with him know that the commander of the Red Army who scolds people with his iron-blooded mouth is actually very emotional.

However, Lin Dashan has always been able to distinguish the big festivals, as a war, sacrifice is inevitable, he has always been prepared for this, even if it is himself, he is ready to sacrifice at any time, but when the comrades around him pass away, the uncompetitive emotions will still can't help but explode.

Damn, we're gentlemen, how can we cry and cry.

At a certain moment, Lin Dashan sat up, folded the old knife brand empty cigarette case in his hand, and stuffed it into his chest pocket with a care that was incompatible with his rough temperament, and then raised his head and regained his sharpness again in his eyes that looked straight ahead.

Because he knew that Lin Dashan could be depressed, but the head of the third regiment couldn't.

"Comrades, everyone is doing well, the first battalion commander and others are even more proud of us, we have completed the tasks assigned to us from above, and we have survived, this is a thing that we should be proud of."

"So, it's all fucking open and eat the remaining dry food, which is my celebration banquet for everyone." At this moment, Lin Dashan once again regained his usual self-confidence and wildness.

"Long live the Commander"

A group of soldiers cheered, after fighting for so long, they were indeed hungry, and no one hesitated, took out the stored grain, divided it into three or two, and ate it in a big gulp.

Han Xin still has half a small cake, which was left a day ago, and it has become a little black in the rain, but he doesn't dare to ask for anything, let alone be picky, don't look at what Lin Dashan said, you look around, and say that it is eaten with an open belly, just a little soup and water left, I am afraid that it is not enough to even plug the gap between my teeth, so I didn't hesitate immediately, and comforted myself that the cake became bigger as soon as the water was soaked, and began to gobble it up.

Human beings who have been honed in adversity will always have an extremely strong ability to adapt, and this extraordinary environment has also given Han Xin a strong stomach, and the soaked coarse bread is also a delicious meal.

In about a moment, everyone ate the dry food they brought, in fact, it was not much, and even some soldiers didn't even mix a mouthful, although they didn't complain about anything, as the regiment commander, Lin Dashan was still a little embarrassed, coughed a few times and said: "Comrades, cheer up, and then it's the Yi area, let's go eat his mother's." ”

Lin Dashan's voice fell, and sure enough, it had an effect, and the soldiers who looked like starving ghosts suddenly had green eyes, and began to stride forward under the effect of "Wangmei quenching thirst".

Lin Dashan's troops finally crossed the Jinsha River, and they were some distance behind the large army.

On the other side, the battle of the large forces of the Red Army was also in full swing: on the 9th, the Red Third Army Corps and cadres attacked Huili in southwestern Sichuan in accordance with the orders of the Central Revolutionary Military Commission. At this time, the enemies of Jiang Yi and Li Xi, who were stationed on Huili West Road, reinforced Huili and entered the highlands west of the city.

The Red Third Army besieged Huili City with a force and did not attack it for the time being, and the main force launched a fierce attack on the rescue of the national army, and after fierce fighting, the reinforcements were routed and fled into the city, and the number of enemy troops in Huili City also increased to two regiments.

Subsequently, the Red First Army bypassed Huili City and drove to Wulibei, Dawan Camp, Daqiao, Dolomites and other areas north of Huili, led by Lin Biao and Nie Rongzhen to block the reinforcements from Xichang to ensure that the Red Third Army attacked Huili.

However, due to the abundant ammunition and tactics of the defenders of Huili, the main forces of the Red Army used the method of anti-road blasting to carry out many attacks on Huili, all of which ended in failure, and they were forced to start repairing in and near Huili.

As for the Red Third Army, it continued to besiege Huili.

In the afternoon of the same day, Lin Dashan's troops met with the large army, and after receiving great praise and praise from their superiors, they also began to repair, and the soldiers finally had a full meal and slept well.

The next day, the units began to conduct tactical education, trim themselves in formation, and step up the expansion of the number of troops, raise funds, and carry out local work.

After a five-day repair stay, the Red Army troops were expanded, and Lin Dashan's troops were once again recharged with 200 troops, once again breaking through the 1,000-strong mark.

There were more than a dozen soldiers in the third class, after the battle of Jinshajiang, there were only ten people left in the class, among which Han Xin, Er Niu, Tie Niu, Yang Wazi, Second Brother, Pillar, Stone and other newcomers accounted for the majority, one is that these recruits have been arranged in the rear, and they have not charged directly exposed to the enemy's artillery fire, and the other is that the veterans take good care of these recruits, and everything that is too risky is taken by the veterans.

Of course, even so, Haizi and Gazi, two recruits who had only joined the Red Army, died less than a week after joining the Red Army, and such examples are not uncommon.

The cruelty of war is like this, and no one can pat their chests in the relentless flames of war and say that they will survive.

The other three are veterans of the third squad, and as a veteran, Xu Bao, the leader of the third squad, has a high chance of surviving on the battlefield, so he is naturally among the three veterans.

But don't think crookedly, Xu Bao's performance on the battlefield is obvious to all, and there is no greed for life and fear of death, and it has nothing to do with his various experiences in teaching Han Xin.

In addition, I heard that because the medical battalion was given special care, there were almost no minor injuries, which made Han Xin feel relieved, and Zhou Yiyao, the commander of the medical battalion who was as white as paper and strong in her weakness, was safe and sound.

In the early morning of the 5th day, the interesting breeze blew away the dark clouds, and the long-lost sun rose again from the east, showing the vitality of his rising sun.

War will come, danger will continue, survival or destruction, this is an eternal topic, but what remains the same: the beliefs and ideals of people with lofty ideals continue.