The moderate rain that lasted for two hours stopped at dusk, and a touch of red sprinkled from the sky, reflecting the ancient temple on Yunshi Mountain in an indescribably solemn and desolate way.
Standing on the stone platform at the side entrance of the ancient temple was a tall, long-haired middle-aged man with prominent cheekbones. He slowly smoked a cigarette and gazed at the rugged rocks and lush trees at the foot of the Yunshi Mountain, which is less than a kilometer high. His face looked deep due to his thinness.
His eyes were full of heavy worry. A breeze blew by, and the whitish gray cloth military uniform on his body swayed in the wind, making his tall body even thinner.
The guard who no longer had his gun walked gently behind the middle-aged man: "Chairman, Comrade Li Xiaolong, deputy director of the Political Department of the First Red Army Corps, is here to visit you. Will he see you or not outside the side door?"
The long ashes of the cigarette on the Chairman's fingertips broke and scattered in slight surprise. He slowly turned around and glanced at the side door blocked by a corner of the red wall:
"Isn't he directing operations on the front line? How come he has time to see me?"
"Deputy Director Li had gauze wrapped around his head, and his right arm was hung up and splinted. It looked like he was seriously injured and looked very bad. I saw that he was being supported up the mountain by a soldier, who seemed to be his bodyguard.
When he reached the mountain gate and reached the high ridge under the temple, he asked the soldier to stay there, carrying a big bag.
Fu himself came up and knocked on the door. When he got to Yeping, he learned that the central government agencies had moved to the Yunshishan Ancient Temple. He also said... He also said that the Military Commission and the headquarters were having a meeting. He didn't see any acquaintances asking for directions along the way, so he asked at the foot of the mountain.
The officer on duty at the Security Bureau found out that the Chairman lives on the mountain..."
The guard spoke a long paragraph sadly, feeling sorry for the Chairman in his heart. The much-ostracized Chairman not only lost the command of the Red Army more than two years ago, but soon after the establishment of the People's Committee, even the power of the last Soviet Chairman was lost.
None of the opinions put forward by the chairman in the past two years have been adopted. Only at the turn of spring and summer he took the initiative to reduce the number of workers every day.
The idea of reducing one's own supply to support the frontline soldiers was adopted. On weekdays, he either went to the fields alone to conduct research, or stayed at home alone to read and write. The chairman once said mockingly: Not only did no one come to the door,
, not even a ghost came to the door. My tasks were to eat, sleep and shit. Fortunately, my head was not chopped off.
Now someone actually came to visit, and it was Li Xiaolong, the deputy director of the Political Department of the Red Army Corps, who was highly regarded. This somewhat surprised and puzzled the chairman and the guards.
He Zizhen, whose belly was already swollen, heard the conversation and came out quickly. She gently took the chairman's arm and said that they were preparing to have dinner. There was nothing good. Let's invite the guests in to eat together.
The chairman smiled slightly and nodded in agreement. He walked towards the side door and met Li Xiaolong who was waiting at the door. He stretched out his rough hands and showed a bright smile: "Xiao Li, are you injured?"
Li Xiaolong held a large coarse cloth baggage in his left hand and hung it on his chest with his right hand. He looked at the hand stretched out by the chairman and smiled awkwardly: "On July 9th, during the battle of Guangchang, I was hit by Luo Zhuoying's mortar. After I woke up,
Only then did I find out that I had arrived at the rear hospital."
The chairman gently held Li Xiaolong's shoulders and invited him in kindly: "It's better to come early than to come by chance. Let's eat together and talk while eating. I also have a big bowl of pickled vegetables here, haha!"
After entering the door, Li Xiaolong greeted He Zizhen politely, glanced at He Zizhen's arms and face that were swollen due to malnutrition, sighed softly, put the bundle on the table, opened it quickly with one hand, and took out a cardboard box:
"This is a medicine specially entrusted by our political department to be given to the chairman by a liaison officer from the Sichuan-Hunan border. It is a special anti-inflammatory drug produced by the Xiangxi Pharmaceutical Factory and a good medicine for treating dysentery and jaundice. This wooden box is a good thing..."
"Radio? Oh my god! It's so luxurious...it's a 'Jiangnan brand'. How did that liaison officer get through the tight blockade of the Kuomintang troops around the Soviet area?"
The chairman pointed to the brand new radio and was surprised for a moment.
Li Xiaolong smiled and said: "The liaison officer from the Sichuan-Hunan-Hubei Border Region has already left Old Nanchang. It is our own liaison officer who came. He was originally the regiment-level staff officer of our first division. He has been hiding since he took over from Li Heng in charge of the traffic station.
Hongfa in old Nanchang
I personally brought the warehouse out back then. Of course there was a way to bring it in. He was very happy to meet me unexpectedly when he arrived at the Legion Political Department, so he asked me to bring these things. He also conveyed them to the liaison officer of the Sichuan-Hunan-Hubei Border Region before he returned.
Greetings to the Chairman.
"Chairman, guess who sent the liaison officer from the Xiangxi region?"
"It can't be He Huzi, right? He just became a Liangshan hero in Zhong County, eastern Sichuan, and he probably made a fortune. Sit down, Xiao Li, sit down and say slowly, I'm so happy to see you, come on
It’s been almost two years since we last said goodbye, right?” the chairman said with a funny smile.
Li Xiaolong sighed inwardly, nodded and sat down, and then said: "The chairman guessed wrong. It was not Commander He, but Huang Han, who has grown rapidly in more than a year and has never lost a battle."
"Huang Han? Is he the fierce general under Peng Dehuai?" The chairman's eyes left the radio and stared at Li Xiaolong intently.
"Yes, it's him. He specially sent a liaison officer this time and traveled nearly 2,000 kilometers. It took more than 20 years to find the old Nanchang Transportation Station. He was almost eliminated by our intelligence agents because of a misunderstanding. He entrusted us with
A summary of the work of the Sichuan-Hunan-Hubei Border Region Independent Division was presented at the transportation station.
, there is also a thick complaint report written by seventy-six party members. These seventy-six party members are all suspicious party members who fled or were expelled from various legions during the counter-revolutionary movement. They were under the command of the division commander Huang Han.
Under his leadership, he created his own base from scratch.
"The complaint report was originally made in two copies, and one of them was designated to be handed over to the Chairman for complaint. After the Political Department submitted it to Secretary Zhou, Comrade Bogu thought it was under the jurisdiction of the Military Commission, so he withheld it. I could only transfer his personal entrustment to him.
The medicines are delivered... The heaviest thing in this box is the battery, which has twelve cells. If used sparingly, it can last for a month." After Li Xiaolong counted the things, he motioned to the chairman to take a look.
The chairman opened the medicine and looked at it. He kept nodding and saying that it was really a good thing. He took out two small bottles of dysentery and anti-inflammatory pills and handed them to He Zizhen beside him. He then closed the box again, leaving the battery box untouched. He caressed the smooth radio lovingly.
Shell, tut tut:
"I remember that this kind of radio was produced by the factory owned by An Yi, the battalion commander of the model camp you were in. It became popular all over the country as soon as it came out! We have one in the central government office, and it is the old-fashioned one produced in 31st year.
, it’s twice as big as this one, and it’s not as exquisite and beautiful as this one. I really want to hear it! I haven’t been able to read a newspaper for three months.”
Li Xiaolong felt extremely sad. He stood up and opened the back cover of the radio with his left hand. He quickly took out three batteries from the battery box and stuffed them in. He closed the cover and turned the screw switch on the front. After a noisy sound of electricity, he quickly found the channel. It was just the right time.
Playing the second half of "Camel Bell", the most popular song among the Kuomintang and Communist armies today:
"Mountains are overlapping and rivers are crisscrossing. In the revolutionary life, we often break up, and we also part with two feelings. Comrades, comrades, dear brothers, beware of the cold wind in the north in the middle of the night, take care of yourself along the way..."
After another beautiful prelude of pure music, the pleasant female announcer’s voice from Southern Sichuan Radio came again:
"The news station of Southern Sichuan People's Broadcasting Station, the following is the news reporting time at 7 p.m., first broadcasting today's news summary: The Central Government Disaster Relief Committee held an emergency disaster relief meeting in Lushan, and General An Yi, Central Supervisory Committee and Alternate Member of the Central Executive Committee, officially announced that
Appointed by the central government, he serves as the executive deputy director of the National Disaster Relief Committee with immediate effect, and issued five disaster relief suggestions at the meeting; our reporter interviewed on the spot, and the leader of the Wuhan camp, General He Chengjun, personally visited Zhong County, eastern Sichuan, and determined to carry out an inspection in Zhong County in eastern Sichuan within two months.
Internal Suppression of Sichuan, Hunan and Hubei Communist Party
The Huang Han Department and the He Long Department of the Red Army of the Communist Party; news from our Sichuan-Shaanxi Bandit Suppression Front. General Wang Zhulong of the Sixth Route Army of the Sichuan Army Suppression Headquarters is stationed at Qinglong Pass in Wanyuan, Sichuan, together with Zhang Guotao, Xu Xiangqian and He Wei Department of the Sichuan-Shaanxi Red Army.
After two days of fierce fighting, they were unfortunately defeated; our Yunnan reporter reported
News: General Zhan Huanqi, the security commander of the Yunnan Army, once again stated the regulations on prisoner of war control to reporters from European and American countries; Central News Agency reported on the Jiangxi front line that twelve Air Force fighter jets once again bombed Ruijin, where the headquarters of the Communist Party’s main forces are located... Please listen to the detailed report below..."
A dim oil lamp was lit in the small hall. He Zizhen picked the wick with a needle, sat under the chairman's arm, and listened quietly to the news broadcast with the chairman, Li Xiaolong and the guards until the half-hour news report was over.
The melodious advertising music came, and everyone took a long breath and came back to their senses.
"Xiao Li, save electricity, turn off the radio, eat first, your stomach is tight... Kid, you go out first, and ask Deputy Director Li's security guards to come next door with you to have a meal."
The chairman ordered with a smile, and the guard responded, stood up, glanced at the radio with nostalgia, and left reluctantly.
Li Xiaolong turned off the radio, took the chopsticks from He Zizhen, looked at a large bowl of cold fried sauerkraut, a plate of dry fried chili peppers and a bowl of boiled vegetables, and then looked at the small half bowl in the rough big bowl in the chairman's hand.
The rice was old, and he sighed secretly, lowered his head three times to finish the rice in the bowl, declined He Zizhen's choice of food and rice, put down his chopsticks, and looked at the chairman who was eating slowly.
The chairman smiled slightly, put down his rice bowl, picked up a piece of chili pepper and put it in his mouth. While eating, he asked: "The front line probably can't even eat a meal of sauerkraut. Why don't you eat more?"
"Chairman, if you continue like this, your body won't be able to bear it. These vegetables don't even have much salty taste, and they don't have a bit of oily smell. Look at Comrade Zizhen, how swollen she is. You can't go on like this! Go back to me
Just report it to the higher authorities." Li Xiaolong said sadly.
The chairman laughed: "Isn't it good for me to do this? How many people can't even reach my level, what else can they complain about? Besides, now all the strong laborers from all counties and townships are on the front line.
Thousands of households are left with only the old, the weak, women and children.
Ah! I have always been strongly opposed to the so-called military expansion of one million people, as well as the dogmatic "fortress against fortress", "defending the enemy outside the country's borders" and other wrong military ideas, but no one listened to me. Now it is proved that this is so
Doing it blindly won't work.
"The so-called military expansion of one million people not only seriously affects agricultural production, but also doubles and triples the burden of military logistics supply, which is of no help to military operations. If you bring young men who have never received military training to the front line, you
How can these honest peasants fight a war? Aren't they just fooling around? Since the founding of our Red Army, when have we ever acted so recklessly? We are so confused!"
He Zizhen patted her excited husband worriedly, then stood up and walked quickly to the door, looked around cautiously, turned around and whispered: "Keep your voice down, no matter how loud you scream, no one will listen to you. What a waste."
A name that accuses the central government of being passively revolutionary..."
Li Xiaolong sighed: "I am confused now. Comparing the Huanghan tribe in the Sichuan-Hunan-Hubei border area that insists on mobile warfare and guerrilla warfare, I found that starting from the fourth counter-encirclement and suppression campaign, the guiding ideology of our various Red Army has been problematic, and now it has reached the point where it can no longer be dealt with.
to the point where, on the other hand, Huang
Because the Han tribe adhered to the previous military guiding ideology of our Red Army, they not only defeated the Kuomintang troops but also effectively supported Commander He and his colleagues to successfully break out of the encirclement. In more than a year, they rapidly developed and became a powerful force that cannot be ignored in the revolutionary camp.
military force.
"However, at this time, our central government still refused to restore Comrade Huang Han's reputation and party membership even after discovering serious mistakes in the trial of Comrade Huang Han. Instead, he tried every means to cover up the mistakes. This is not
The style of our party! Chairman, to be honest, I feel very disappointed now. It’s nothing to fight, people will die.
Don’t be afraid, I have been fighting one battle after another for so many years, and the comrades around me have almost changed... However, I have never fought such a useless and hopeless battle, and the wrong line is very harmful!"
The chairman took a deep breath, stood up slowly, and put his hand on the back of Li Xiaolong's slightly trembling hand: "Xiao Li, I understand what you are thinking, but you must not be pessimistic and disappointed, let alone lose confidence in our party. I firmly believe that
, After a painful lesson, our party and our comrades will eventually go on the right path one day. As long as we persist, one day we will usher in the light, and one day we will win!"
Li Xiaolong stood up and nodded heavily: "Understood! Chairman, I've lost my composure. It's getting late and I have to rush back to Shazhouba. There's an important meeting to be held tomorrow morning. Now that I can't go to the front, I have to do more in the rear.
Do some work."
"Very good! Xiao Li, please take the radio and these medicines back. I'll leave two bottles of medicines. The comrades need these things more. One more thing, take a look. If you have a chance, you can bring Comrade Huang Han
I want to compile some information and take a closer look at how they have come over the past few years."
"But these things are..."
"Take it back. The situation is critical now. Those of you who make decisions need to be aware of every move of the enemy. Even a small mistake will be a huge loss for the revolution!"