march to victory

"Old Zhou, why are you here?"

More than ten minutes later, Pharaoh came back, but Zhou Ping was also with him.This made Zhang Qingshan a little surprised, and couldn't help asking.

"Oops~! Old Zhang, you didn't tell me about this old problem earlier, which made me bear it all the time..." Zhou Ping put down the big bundle of hay with a sad face, sighed and sat next to Zhang Qingshan, and said in a low voice: "Actually, I also have this problem, and it's very serious. It's just that I haven't been able to tell everyone. No, I was very happy when I heard that you both have this problem. I will solve it accordingly, so as not to make mistakes. When I get sick, I feel uncomfortable."

After finishing speaking, he also specially warned: "Old Zhang, don't take this antidote from me, my old problem is serious."

have to!This is also an old fox. He knows what's going on in his heart, but he consciously protects everyone's face with his mouth. Naturally, he won't poke it, but actively joins in.But Zhang Qingshan was a little moved when he heard it-what a good comrade!

Zhang Qingshan also nodded solemnly in cooperation, but his eyes looked at Lao Wang who was fiddling with the utensils.

After Old Wang pouted, he continued to build a tripod supported by three wooden sticks.

You don’t need to ask during the process, just think about it and you can get a general idea: it must be Lao Wang who happened to be discovered by Zhou Ping when he was holding the utensils. , All explained in one brain.Zhou Ping is an experienced man, not only did not point out, but simply joined in.

"Old Zhou, how much food do we have left?"

"I've reported everything to you, and there's only a little bit left. I plan to take it all down, and when I see the mountain, I'll take it all out and give everyone a good meal, so that everyone can increase their strength. Being able to appear in front of others with vigor and vigor... In this way, even if others say that we are beggars, our mental outlook is full."

Zhang Qingshan nodded without any opinion.

After a while, Pharaoh got everything ready and was about to strike a match, but Zhou Ping stopped him.

"Wait a minute!" Zhou Ping stepped forward and snatched the matchbox, then took out some of the thick layer of hay under the hanging kettle, and said, "Old Wang, how can you be so careless? Look, there are so many Once the dry grass is lit, the fire must be big..."

Speaking of this, Zhou Ping looked back and said, "This distance is enough", then turned his head and said to Pharaoh: "Although there is fog to cover it now, the fire is too strong, and the fire will expose us. Don't you think so?" Do you want everyone to know that the three of us have this old problem?"

Seeing Lao Wang pretending to be humbly asking for advice, and shaking his head seriously, Zhou Ping said with a smile instead: "So, we can only boil the frogs in warm water, and boil the water bit by bit with a low fire. ..."

"Lao Zhang, Lao Wang, the three of us squeezed together, with our backs facing the direction of the camp... Lao Wang, you are not a woman, and I can't eat you. What are you doing so far away from me? Squat here... Yes! We The three do not leave a gap, so that the fire can be blocked. Coupled with the cover of the thick fog, once the small fire rises, others will never be able to find it."

He talked and acted on his own, but he didn't realize that Zhang Qingshan and Lao Wang were very surprised. They looked at each other more than once, and there was a big question in each other's eyes: Lao Zhou is so familiar with this Zhou Xiang thought so much, could it be that he used to do this often?

Light the match, light the handful of hay in your hand, put it under the kettle, and say: "Remember, only by burning like this, can you keep the fire alive without being discovered by others. Otherwise, put Everyone has been recruited, but it will be troublesome..."

Zhang Qingshan and Lao Wang nodded subconsciously, asking for advice, as if they were listening to the teacher's advice.Zhang Qingshan even looked back subconsciously, and sure enough, as Zhou Ping said, in this way, it is really impossible to find the fire here from a distance, and the doubt in his heart is even stronger.

"Old Zhou, did you often do this before?"

"That's it!" Zhou Ping lit a cigarette, took a puff, and watched Lao Wang fuel the fire as he said, and said lightly: "Back then, when we moved to war, I was really the squad leader of the cooking squad. In order to save a bite of food, I... um! No, it should be an old mistake, and it’s not easy to tell others, let alone be discovered by others, so I did it secretly by myself.”

Speaking of this, he looked at the surrounding environment. He didn't know whether he was thinking of his comrades back then or something else. He sighed and said, "The environment at that time was much worse than it is now. It's not like it is now. As long as It’s enough not to be discovered by our comrades. Although we could find hillsides to block the fire anytime and anywhere, but the general environment at that time was very bad, and it felt like there were too many enemies. Every step we took, we had to fight with the enemy... ...Ah~!"

"Old Zhou, it's all over, and it will be fine in the future."

Zhou Ping nodded, but he still said: "What I lamented was not the battle at that time, but the fact that so many outstanding comrades fell in the battle..."

"Old Zhou, you are an old revolutionary, tell us the story of the battle you personally experienced? Anyway, the water is not boiling yet, and you are idle if you are idle."

"Okay! Let me tell you two things that I personally experienced."

"Once, we moved to a place called Zhangjiapu in Hubei, where the mountains are high and densely forested, which is very suitable for ambushes... At the beginning of the battle, we launched a charge against the enemy. I happened to be standing on a high place and witnessed When I saw a soldier fighting with the enemy with a bayonet, he was stabbed through the stomach by the enemy, but he grabbed the bayonet, pulled the grenade around his waist with his right hand, and there was a bang, that scene... that scene... oh~ ! I still remember that scene of blood and flesh flying everywhere..."

Seeing that Zhou Ping's eyes were full of tears, Zhang Qingshan quickly interjected: "This is one thing, is there another one? Tell me quickly."

"The other one is even more tragic." Zhou Ping wiped the corners of his eyes, and smiled at the two of them: "In this damn weather, the mist can even wet your eyes, heh! Heh!"

Zhang Qingshan and Lao Wang nodded at the same time like two well-behaved babies, and at the same time admitted Lao Zhou's seemingly ridiculous reason, but it was extremely sad after careful consideration.

"At that time, the gun battle had just ended. I wondered how they could fight when they were hungry after they had been guarding the mountain all night. So I took two soldiers to carry the burden and risked sending food to the comrades guarding the position. However, When we got to the position, we saw that there were potholes and corpses everywhere, the enemy’s and ours, covering the whole position... That’s a company, there are more than 100 people, and they may have eaten this breakfast , including the seriously wounded, there were only 21 people... Finally... Finally... Except for the three seriously wounded we carried down, all of them died... Sigh~!"

Zhang Qingshan and Lao Wang didn't ask which battle it was, and it was so fierce, because they didn't want to provoke Zhou Ping again.Of course, Zhang Qingshan never expected that Zhou Ping, who was usually calm and kind, would have such a painful experience.However, if you think about it carefully, how many veterans among the Red Army soldiers have not experienced such a tragic battle?

For a while, no one spoke anymore: Lao Zhou was wiping his tears and smoking heavily.Old Wang lowered his head, smoking while adding fire.Zhang Qingshan looked at the sky, wondering what he thought of.

After a while, Lao Wang said softly: "Old Zhou, Lao Zhang, when the revolution wins in the future, in case I am gone, I would like to ask you for a favor."

No one stopped Lao Wang from saying such unlucky words, because everyone knew that since he had chosen the cause of liberating the hardworking people in the world, his head was hanging on the belt of his trousers, and it might fall off at any time.

"My deputy battalion commander died in the Battle of Zhongbao. At that time, I swore in my heart: When the revolution is victorious, I must personally build a monument for the deputy battalion commander and all comrades who died here... If I die, I also ask you two to help me fulfill this oath..."

Speaking of this, Lao Wang suddenly raised his head to look at the two of them. Although his face was full of tears, he smiled and said: "I didn't expect that under the Nine Springs, the deputy battalion commander and those comrades scolded me for saying nothing... By the way , Lao Zhang, Lao Zhou, do you two have any regrets? Say it out, and when the revolution wins, as long as I don’t die, I will definitely help you complete it.”

"I don't have any big regrets... If I die, remember to tell Xiang Xueqin of the headquarters hospital to tell her not to cry, to live a good life, and to live a happy life."

Looking at Zhang Qingshan's indifferent look on life and death, Lao Wang nodded very seriously, and then looked at Zhou Ping again.

"I have only one regret—the level of education is not high. So, hey! Hey..." Zhou Ping smiled strangely, and said to them with a smile: "So, if I die, you two have to work hard to learn culture. Because I made an oath in my heart: When the revolution wins in the future, I must write the revolutionary stories I experienced into a thick book with my own hands, so that future generations can remember to Lao Tzu: their peaceful and happy days were made with the blood of countless martyrs What you get in exchange for youth must be cherished. So, Lao Zhang, Lao Wang, this matter will trouble you two."

"Old Zhou, you made such a strong oath..." Lao Wang immediately called out, "Compared with reading and writing, I would rather repair the monument by myself."

"Old Wang is right. We don't know a lot of big characters, and we still learned to write a name in night school. You actually want us to write a book that will never be less than a million words. Isn't it difficult for you? Too It's not fair anymore."

"Then I don't care. Anyway, I'm dead. You must fulfill my wish. Otherwise, even if I am under the Nine Springs, I will definitely climb back to settle accounts with you two." Zhou Ping immediately laughed proudly.

"Forget it, I wish you a long life, so that after the victory of the revolution, you will have a headache for yourself with such a thick book."

"Correct!"

The time was spent bit by bit in the entrustment of the three who looked down on life and death, but with their own regrets.

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