readx;? Under the clear blue sky, in the endless plains, the swallow's mouth is red everywhere. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

It was as if God saw that the war had stopped, and he could not bear to witness the tragic scenes left behind by the battlefield, and the rain finally stopped in the middle of the night. Even the wind is not the slightest, and the silent world is like a freeze frame, which makes people feel a little surprised.

On the top of the hillside northwest of Yanzikou, a piece of vegetation seems to have been turned upside down as a whole, and even the belt soil occupies a large part.

Suddenly!

A hand suddenly stretched out from it, and after a slight pause, another palm grabbed the gap next to it, and tore it hard, and soon, a face was seen peeking out of the torn gap......

"Whew~!"

After Zhang Qingshan showed his head, he took a deep breath of the fresh air after the rain and let out a long breath. At this time, his face was dirty, but there was a large bag on the left side of his forehead, which was obviously caused by being hit by a heavy object.

Struggle to tear a large hole in the clods of soil and vegetation that were pressed in front of him, and sit up, gasping for breath. But before he could catch two breaths, he thought of something again, and got up suddenly, but he felt a sharp pain in his left foot, and he sat down grinning in pain, but he couldn't help but look around.

I saw that the whole battlefield was full of human and horse corpses, blood everywhere, and in some places even blood gathered into a small tan, especially at the entrance of Yanzikou in the distance, many corpses were almost piled up, from intact to missing arms and legs, or the head was gone, or half of the head was knocked off...... The people who watched it were shocked, but they could judge the degree of tragedy at that time according to the density of the corpses. But it is such a battlefield, at this time, it is silent, but I don't know when a breeze blows, with a fishy smell coming to the nose, making people feel sick.

Zhang Qingshan is a soldier, not to mention that he has already seen the corpse mountain and the sea of blood, even he himself has been in and out of the ghost gate a few times, so in the face of all this in front of him, he did not feel uncomfortable. Even, to put it mildly, even when he saw the sacrificed comrades around him, he did not have any sorrow, it can be said that his state of mind was very calm. Because, he thinks that the horse leather shroud is the best destination for soldiers, and the comrades-in-arms sacrificed for the revolution, glorious!

There were no living people to be seen, not even living horses, and Zhang Qingshan breathed a sigh of relief - at least there were no enemies.

I took out my two box guns from under the vegetation, checked the magazines, and checked the guns by the way.

Maybe it was a little bit of dirt on his face, Zhang Qingshan felt a little itchy, and wiped his forehead with his sleeve, and suddenly he grinned again in pain, and couldn't help but snort. Holding the gun beside him, he carefully touched the left side of his forehead with his right hand.

"Shhh

Just touched the bag on the left side of his forehead, and Zhang Qingshan, who was in pain, couldn't help but gasp.

After a momentary pause, he touched the bag again with his right hand, gently, little by little. Although it hurts, I still figured out that this bag is the size of half an egg. Come to think of it, yes, it must have been some kind of rock or stick that was blown up by the shell, and it hit me on the forehead and knocked me unconscious.

Habitually left waist, fortunately, the kettle is still there.

I carefully washed the bag with most of the pot of water in the kettle, washed my face by the way, and drank two more sips, and the kettle was empty.

This kettle is too useful to be thrown away.

Then, Zhang Qingshan just sat and rested, looking at the tragic battlefield in front of him, his military character immediately put aside the past tense, combined with the situation in front of him, and calculated what happened after he fell into a coma: According to the Red Army's habit of dealing with the post-war period, no matter whether it is friend or foe, as long as there is a living person, he will be treated. For corpses, it is the same whether they are friends or enemies, if there are ordinary people, they will ask the common people to help bury them, and if not, they will do it themselves. Of course, the remains of our fighters will be buried separately. But the situation in front of us is that the corpses of the enemy and mine are not buried, and then take the binoculars to look around, there are no corpses in the distance around the mouth of the swallow, and some of the weapons of some soldiers in the valley have not been taken away, but some are gone, combined with such a fact, it can only be a situation: although our army successfully eliminated the enemy in the valley, but it was a hasty retreat, otherwise, the interruption would not have completely completed the cleaning of the battlefield. Based on the fact that there were no corpses left around, it can be concluded that although they retreated in a hurry, they were not pursued by the enemy for a short distance, otherwise, they should have left the corpses of both the enemy and the enemy all the way......

As for why he was not found, it is easy to explain: time is pressing, who can examine the corpse one by one? Only those who are still angry can be rescued and transferred, not to mention, they are still buried in the soil, if they are not carefully examined, who can notice?

The second problem, then, is that it is imperative that you get out of here immediately, and stay far away, or God knows when the enemy will return, and if you don't leave, you will be discovered by the scouts of the enemy cavalry.

Although Zhang Qingshan is not afraid of death, not being afraid of death and meaningless death are fundamentally different things. And the calmness of the soldier made him not panic, and he had to think well before he could act. At this time, Zhang Qingshan had to face another choice: should he go back or continue to catch up with the big army or continue the Long March?

Although it was more than ten days away from Ganzi City, and his left calf was injured, if he returned to Ganzi City to recuperate, relatively speaking, it would be much better than continuing the Long March-he was injured in the leg and he was unable to move, so it was almost impossible for him to catch up with the large army. And if he wants to continue the Long March, then, nine times out of ten, it will be his Long March alone, not to mention anything else, just say that it is the whereabouts of the large army, and he can't be sure.

Intellectually speaking, the lesser of the two powers, it is the best choice to go back to Ganzi to recover from his injuries and then go to northern Shaanxi.

As for the blockade and interrogation of the enemy and the reactionaries such as horse bandits along the way, there is no need to compare them at all: whether you are going forward or going back, you will inevitably encounter such things, and when the time comes, you will have to rely on your own wit and luck. It is precisely because of this that when you return to Ganzi City, you have a better chance of surviving. You know, now he's just in the hay, and there's the water meadow underneath, and that's the hell of a thing. Moreover, his leg is injured, and he has no medical treatment, no medicine, and no food, so if he can get out of the meadow, it is called a miracle.

However, Zhang Qingshan hesitated, because he had a belief in his heart: If the Red Army leaving the people is like a fish leaving water, then leaving the army is like losing everything...... But the question is, if you die on the grass like this, what is it?

In the midst of hesitation, Zhang Qingshan subconsciously touched his pocket, there was no cigarette, and he touched his chest again, and his heart was overjoyed, sure enough, the pack of cigarettes given by Commander He was still there.

After wiping his hands on the grass and his fingers on his clothes, he took out a large half pack of cigarettes, took out one, sniffed it on the tip of his nose first, and then put the half pack of cigarettes into his underwear pocket.

With a cigarette in his mouth, he reached for the matchbox, but the match was wet with rain.

Without the slightest hesitation, he subconsciously looked to the left, touched a hand, slammed it, and said casually: "Comrade, borrow a fire." ”

Seeing that the other party didn't react, he grabbed the other party's hand......

At this grasp, I felt that the force was wrong, and then I came to my senses, turned my head and saw that it was half an arm, but because there was no sleeve on it, I could not tell whether it was the enemy's or my own comrade's.

Zhang Qingshan, who was accustomed to life and death, was not afraid at all, but was stunned, and finally, put down this half of his arm, and sighed, I don't know if this sigh is for his comrades or enemies, or for the human race.

Glancing left and right, he knelt down and crawled over to the corpse of the nearest comrade to the left.

Without looking at the other party's miserable appearance, he touched the corpse. Although the Communist Party members are not superstitious, Zhang Qingshan feels that his heart is blocked at this time, and he should say something. He rummaged through the matchbox and said, "Comrade, I'm sorry, I'm getting this match wet, so I'm looking for you to borrow a fire." ”

In the end, he didn't find a matchbox from the other party, but Zhang Qingshan seemed to be talking to the other party: "Don't disturb your rest, I'll go to the next comrade and ask." ”

Six or seven bodies were found in a row, either without matches or the matches were wet. In the end, Zhang Qingshan actually took out a kerosene lighter on a body whose neck was cut off by a bullet and stained the surrounding grass red.

Zhang Qingshan felt that this lighter was a little familiar, he should have seen it somewhere. For a while, he looked at the lighter in his hand, and he was not in a hurry to light a cigarette, but recalled with a slight frown: The lighter is a high-end thing, and I am afraid there are few in the entire Red Army. The reason why he had an impression of this lighter was because the owner of this lighter was a squad leader of the second battalion of the 49th regiment. I remember that on the snowy mountains, many comrades could not light firewood in their matchboxes at that time. This guy took out this lighter to make a fire for everyone, and afterwards he was very arrogant and showed off - it was precisely because of his display that Zhang Qingshan was deeply impressed by him: People who love to show off will never be more swaggering than him. What do you say This is before he joined the army, he broke the leg of a landlord who oppressed the people, Young Master Kuo, and snatched it with his hand.

Looking at the body of this comrade again, at this moment, Zhang Qingshan's eyes were actually a little red: how he hoped that this guy in front of him, who loved to show off more than him, could stand up again and show off to him again, no! As long as he showed off or smiled, he could kowtow to the other party. However, everything is irretrievable...... I don't know if this guy regretted it when he sacrificed, but if it were to be replaced by himself, Zhang Qingshan felt that he would definitely not regret it. It is still the same as when I joined the army: Since we have embarked on the road of revolution, we must carry out the revolution to the end. For this reason, whether it is bloodshed and sacrificed, or throwing away youth, there is no regret in this life.

Lighting a cigarette, sitting next to the sacrificed comrades-in-arms, silently looking at the bottom of the mountain, Zhang Qingshan was doing this multiple-choice question while smoking a cigarette.

It wasn't until the cigarette butt burned his fingers that he woke up suddenly, and when he threw away the cigarette butt, his eyes were very determined......