One, fly over the Luding Bridge
May 25, 1935, one side of the army in Anshun field after the strong crossing of the Dadu River, to use only a few small boats will be tens of thousands of Red Army across the river, the fastest time to a month. And the Kuomintang's pursuers are in hot pursuit, the situation is very grim. the morning of May 26, Mao Zedong, Zhou Enlai, Zhu De, Wang Jiaxiang, Lin Biao, Nie Rongzhen, Luo Ronghuan, Luo Ruiqing report, immediately made the decision to seize Luding Bridge. Its deployment is led by Liu Bocheng, Nie Rongzhen Red First Army Corps Division I and Chen Geng, Song Renxin leadership of the cadres for the right army, by the Central Column and the 1, 3, 5, 9 Legion for the left army to capture Luding Bridge sandwiched between the river and up. The left army was led by Wang Kaixiang and Yang Chengwu, the fourth regiment of the red second division as the vanguard attacked and advanced. On May 28th, the red fourth regiment received the order of the red first legion: "Wang Kaixiang and Yang Chengwu: the military commission called, limiting the left army to seize Luding Bridge tomorrow, you should use the highest marching speed and resolute maneuvering means to accomplish this glorious task. You have to break the record of one hundred and sixty miles a day in this battle of capturing Daozhou and Duck Creek by the Fifth Regiment in the past". After receiving the order, the Fourth Red Regiment traveled 240 miles by day and night, and on the morning of the 29th appeared unexpectedly on the west bank of the Luding Bridge and exchanged fire with the enemy.
At that time, more than a hundred meters of Luding Bridge had been removed by the enemy about eighty meters of the bridge, and machine guns, artillery, each company in the east bridge head heights to form a dense firepower, closely blocked the Luding Bridge bridge. At noon, the red four regiment held a meeting of the whole regiment cadres in Shaba Catholic Church to mobilize for the battle, organized by the company commander Liao Dazhu, instructor Wang Haiyun led by 23 bridge commandos. At four o'clock in the afternoon, the 23 warriors hung their center-front rifles, inserted sabers in their backs, wrapped ten or so hand grenades around their waists, braved the gunfire and rain, and climbed the bare chain of iron cables to lunge at the east bridgehead. Three warriors, led by Wang Youcai, followed closely behind, carrying their rifles, holding wooden planks in one hand and grasping the chain in the other, laying bridge planks as they advanced. When the warriors climbed to the middle of the bridge, the enemy in the east bridge set fire, trying to use the fire to block the Red Army to seize the bridge. Warriors face this sudden flames, shouting "Comrades, this is the last moment of victory, drum up the courage to rush through! Don't be afraid of the fire, charge! The enemy has collapsed, charge!" Liao Dazhu jumped up and stepped on the bridge board, pounced to the east bridge, followed by the warriors also rushed up, drew his saber, and the enemy began a white-knuckle battle. At this time the political commissar Yang Chengwu led the team rushed across the east bridgehead, repelled the enemy's counter-attack, occupied Luding City, quickly extinguished the bridgehead fire. The whole battle only took two hours, will be strange and thrilling to take the Luding Bridge, crushed Chiang Kai-shek south to chase the north blocking the Red Army with the help of the Dadu River natural danger into a second Shi Dakai's dream. Luding Bridge has thus become an important milestone in the period of the Long March of the Chinese **** Producers, for the realization of the historic significance of the red first, second and fourth front army, and finally went north to shaanxi to end the Long March laid a solid foundation, in the history of the Chinese revolution has written a monumental chapter, "thirteen iron chains split open the way to the *** and the country" of the magnificent praise, the new Chinese People's Republic, the new Chinese People's Liberation Army, the new Chinese People's Republic of China and the new Chinese People's Liberation Army. Magnificent praise, the ten founding marshals of new China, of which there are seven marshals long march through the Huding Bridge. At that time after the fierce battle on the Luding Bridge, Marshal Liu Bocheng had used his foot heavily in the bridge board even stomped three feet, said with emotion "Luding Bridge, Luding Bridge, how much energy we spent for you, how much effort, and now we are victorious, we are victorious"! Commander-in-chief Zhu De in the Long March memories of the inscription "Miles of the Yangtze River is still remembered Luding Danger" of the poem, fully describes the Red Army's Long March to take the Luding Bridge of the treacherous and heroic.
"Red Kid" Zeng Zhi
Zeng Zhi, a native of Liyuan Village, Anfu Township, Ningdu County, Jiangxi Province, joined the Chinese Red Army in May 1931. Zeng Zhi was a cowherd boy whose family was poor and could not afford to study. From the day he joined the revolution at the age of 14, he put life and death at risk. The revolution is not afraid of death, fear of death is not revolution, a person is not even afraid of death, still afraid of difficulties? At that time, he had only one idea, that is, to closely follow the **** Producer Party, Chairman Mao, the revolution to the end without turning back. Snowy mountains and grasslands are difficult to walk, there is no road, the Red Army hard to rely on their feet to step out of a road to the north against the Japanese. When crossing the snowy mountains, he wore a single coat, in the wind, snow, ice, hail, frozen shivering, teeth chattering. But the Red Army soldiers did not flinch and still walked forward desperately against the wind and snow. The people in the Soviet area called the Red Army's feet iron footboards and measuring tape. The 25,000-mile Long March has been measured step by step by the iron feet of the Red Army soldiers. Zeng Zhi wrote a poem to express his unshakeable revolutionary beliefs: Fourteen red children from the army, raise the big knife to cut the white bandits. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it," he said!
A bag of dry rations
This story happened many years ago, when the Red Army uncle was on a long march. In the hospital of the Red Army unit, there was a little Red Army soldier named Xiaolan. Xiaolan was only 13 years old. Her father and mother were forced to die by the landlord, and she was dragged to work by the landlord, and was exploited and scolded by the landlord. Later, when the Red Army came, Xiaolan ran to the army and said she would never leave the Red Army. When the Red Army went on a long march, Xiaolan followed the troops into the grassland. When we say "grassland", children will think of the green grass in the park, which is flat and beautiful. But the grassland where the Red Army crossed was not like that, it was very desolate. In addition to weeds on the ground is rotten mud pits, walking dozens of days can not go
end. I can't see a single house along the way, and I can't find a single citizen. The only thing that I can see is a few eagles flying around in the sky. On this day, while walking, a small village appeared in front of us. The Red Army uncle took a look at it and was so happy. Xiaolan was also jumping and dancing with joy. With the village, they could find food. When the troops entered the village, Lan settled the sick and wounded, and took the rice bag to look for food. But there was not a single civilian in the village. As Lan walked around the village, she saw a wheat threshing floor. There was a pile of straw piled up on the field, on which there were still grains of wheat that hadn't been cleaned. She whacked the straw and turned, turned and whacked, east a grain, west a grain to pick up. The total **** less than a small bowl. How many meals can we eat with this? No, we still need to find it! Xiaolan just walked not far, just bumped into a big Red Army, carrying a bag of heavy things over. Xiaolan took a look, yo, isn't this the big man who was wounded in our hospital? Xiaolan asked, "Hey, where did you get so much grain?" The big Red Army man put down his pockets and said, "Hey, it's Xiaolan, I dug up this grain in the landlord's yard. How much grain did you find?" Xiaolan stretched out her pocket and said, "Here, it's all here!" The big Red Army man took the rice bag, weighed it and said with a smile, "Xiaolan, I heard that we still have to walk for more than 20 days through the grassland, so this wheat is not enough to stuff our teeth!" "We'll look for it tomorrow!" "Come on, let me give you some of mine!" With that, he held the wheat and was about to put it into Xiao Lan's rice bag. Xiaolan hurriedly hid the rice bag behind her back, shook her hand and said, "Don't, there are so many of you, you don't have enough for yourselves." The big Red Army man with a long arm grabbed the rice bag and poured it in while saying cordially, "It's all right, each of us will save by eating one bite less." Xiaolan also found some wheat elsewhere, fried, crushed into wheat flour, put in the rice bag. She thought: I can eat a handful of this wheat flour at a time, and then pick some wild grass and vegetables, I can eat it for about 20 days, and I will have no problem to get out of the grassland. Right! I also want to save a little for the sick and wounded to eat. The next morning, the troops set off. Lan held the wounded and followed the troop carefully. As they walked, a small river appeared in front of them, on which a bridge was temporarily built with tree trunks, and the river water flowed under the bridge. Xiaolan put the shoulder bag of rice back, holding the wounded man said: "Comrade, the bridge, walk slowly!" Who knows, walk to the middle of the bridge, the wounded man suddenly coughed up, face red, body shivering, the bottom of the foot slipped, the body crooked, Lan hastened to hold him. But the bag of wheat flour on Xiaolan's shoulder fell into the river. The bag of rice rolled a few times in the water and washed away. Xiaolan froze, and she let out a small cry, "Oops, what can we do?" The wounded man saw her staring at the river and froze, so he asked, "Lan, what fell into the river?" Lan shook her head, "No, nothing fell. Let's go!" At this time, the head caretaker came over from the back. Lan told her that the wounded man was coughing badly. The head caretaker held the casualty with both hands and said, "Okay, go to the front and get a doctor to take a look." Seeing that Lan looked like something was wrong, she asked, "Lan, what's wrong? Are you not feeling well?" "No. Well ......" Xiaolan put back the words that had just reached her mouth. She thought: we can't talk about the matter of losing the rice bag. If the comrades knew about it, they would definitely bring out their own grain for me to eat. We all have very little food, how can I eat theirs? No, I have to insist! The head caretaker left. Xiaolan hurriedly pulled a lot of weeds and put them in her satchel, stuffing the satchel as if it were real food. At night, the troops rested. Xiaolan was afraid that everyone would see her eating all the weeds, so she ran to change the medicine for the wounded and wash the bandages. Only after everyone had finished eating and rested did she cook the weeds and eat them. After a few days of this, Lan's health failed. She often had diarrhea, her hair was dizzy, her legs were limp, and she had no strength at all. One day, she was walking and fell to the ground, not knowing anything. When she woke up, she found that the head nurse was carrying her. The head caretaker was over 40 years old, and had been eating weeds and wheat flour paste like everyone else these days, so her body was very weak. She was carrying Lan on her back, with beads of sweat dripping from her face and gasping for breath, staggering forward. Lan woke up and said, "Caretaker, I can walk by myself, let me down!" After half a day of begging, the head nurse put her down. Xiao Lan clenched her teeth and insisted on walking until evening. After everyone rested, she hid away to cook and eat weeds. At this time, the head caretaker came over with a smile: ''Lan, are you feeling better? Hey, why are you hiding here alone to cook and eat?" Xiaolan hurriedly covered the porcelain jar with her hand: "I'm cooking something to eat, I won't let you see!" "Good! I won't look." The head caretaker said so, when Xiaolan was not paying attention, he snatched the porcelain jar and looked at it, "Oops, Xiaolan, why do you just eat weeds, a little bit of wheat flour is not mixed ah?" "The road is still far away, save it to eat slowly!" "Where is your rice bag?" Lan patted her bag and said, "Isn't this it?" The caretaker asked strangely, "Why did you put it in your bag?" "The rice bag has a hole in it, so I'm afraid the semolina will leak out!" "Bring it here! I'll sew it up for you." With that, the head caretaker grabbed Xiao Lan's satchel and opened it to see that it was full of weeds. She froze. "Lan, where's your wheat flour?" Xiaolan saw that the caretaker was so concerned about her, and wanted to speak, but her throat was blocked like something, and she couldn't say a word, and her tears "swish" flowed down. After a while, she told the caretaker about the loss of food. The head caretaker heard this and said: "Oh, Lan, why didn't you tell me earlier? We joined the revolution together and are like brothers and sisters. If you are out of food, we should help you!" Saying this, the head caretaker grabbed a handful of wheat flour from his own rice bag and put it into Xiao Lan's jar. "You eat it first, I'll go report to the chief right away." Not long after, the matter of Xiao Lan's grain loss spread like a gust of wind. The comrades immediately came over with rice bags, and loaded them into Xiaolan's satchel with a handful of rice. Xiaolan busy shaking hands and said: " No, no, thank you all ...... " At this time, the wounded man on crutches came over, holding a little grain, said excitedly: " Xiaolan, you in order to save me, the grain lost. You must take this portion of mine." The comrades all said, "Xiaolan, take it. No matter how difficult it is, we must bring you, the Little Red Army, out of the grassland." Xiaolan was so moved that she couldn't say a word, so she had to accept everyone's grain. That night, Xiaolan could not sleep. Thinking of her childhood, she was exploited, beaten and scolded in the landlord's house. If it wasn't for finding the ****production party, she would have died long ago. After joining the Red Army, how much help and education she got from the chief and comrades, and how much she learned about the revolution! Xiaolan secretly resolved to always listen to the words of the Party, and always follow the ****production party!
The Little Sun of the Snowy Mountains
The story takes place in June, 1935 Location: Jiefangshan Mountain. The mountains of Jiefangshan are rolling and snow-capped. The winds, mixed with large snowflakes, rolled and roared, and the snow-covered mountains seemed to be trembling in the bitterly cold air. The advancing team was a little slow. Cold, hunger, and thin air invaded this strong team, and already many comrades had closed their eyes forever in this land that puts the gods in awe. Suddenly, a vibrant song came out of the snow and wind: Clip the mountain high and high, hold on for victory! Over the snowy mountains is a sunny day, hey! The sun is warm and warm, and the soldiers are smiling ...... The song penetrated the wind and snow, dispersed the cold and fatigue, and brought a burst of warmth to the advancing team. Everyone looked up and looked, a small red figure on the hillside jumped and sang, waving the fast board in his hand, and his happy figure was like a dancing flame. "Our little sun is rising again!" The soldiers laughed. The singing woman warrior was a little hygienist in the Red Army ranks, and no one knew her name. Along the way, the little girl made up songs to inspire the marching stories, and became the "happy fruit" of everyone. Over the snowy mountains, the little girl's body is thin, fellow sister afraid of her freezing, put on the body of a red sweater to give her. She was very happy, wearing this knee-length sweater in the team running back and forth, singing and jumping on the slopes, the red color in the snow is particularly dazzling, we jokingly called her "little sun". As the group approached the top of the mountain, the air became thinner and thinner, making it difficult to breathe. Many comrades sat on the snow because of fatigue and hunger, this sitting, will become a statue of snow and ice. The red sweater can not resist the cold attack, "little sun" footsteps are getting slower and slower. Suddenly, she stopped, sitting on the side of the road, a wounded warrior, buried his head in the crook of his arm like dozing. Here, a pause means death. The "little sun" desperately shook him, the warrior just slurred: "cold, cold ......", the procession is still slowly moving forward. Some people suddenly realized that the happy red figure was missing from the team. The soldiers of the cadre recuperation company searched everywhere, and in the snowy field halfway up the mountainside, they saw this young hygienist lying quietly on the mountainside, already without the breath of life. She was wearing only a thin military jacket, and there was not a trace of blood on her tiny face. On the stretcher, the soldiers found the big red-colored sweater, which was worn on a wounded soldier. The wounded soldier recalled with tears in his eyes that when he sat in the snow when he was sleepy, he only felt that someone was pulling him desperately, and by the way, he heard a song, he said, a very familiar song: it's a sunny day after turning over the snowy mountains, hey! The sun is warm, the soldier is smiling ...... Everyone is silent. The wounded soldier took off his red sweater and solemnly laid it on the snow. It is like the happy smile of a female warrior, stretching in the vast snow. Looking up, the peak has been slightly sunny, the sun is red, shining on top of the snow capped, reflecting a golden light. Through the years, 70 years ago, that many beautiful and heroic stories are still vivid, still vivid. Once there was a little girl who loved to sing, walking happily in this magnificent team, she sang the loudest songs, let the tired soldiers look up to the sky and see the sun; she danced the most touching dance, let the wounded veterans forget their wounds and smile happily; she was overjoyed for an ordinary red sweater, regarded it as a treasure, and in the time of the greatest danger she gave her most cherished things, along with the hope and strength, to her own battles, and then to her own battles, and then to her own battles. strength, to her comrades. She was just a child. She was 15 years old that year.
Spirit of Little Red Bridge
Time: Spring 1935 Location: Gannan. The team stretched over a dozen miles, the wind and horses were cold, the Red Army soldiers were sad. Every time you break through the enemy blockade, you have to pay a great price. The combat team is seriously attrition, while the stretcher team is getting longer and longer, and the task is getting more and more difficult. A thin, capable girl weaved her way through the ranks, running forward and backward as if she were stepping on a pinwheel, arranging for the stretcher-bearers and caring for the wounded. This was her duty, and she was the leader of the stretcher-bearers. So before the Long March she was given the post of captain. The order in danger means no longer power, but to honor all the responsibilities with life. Difficulties, problems, dangers, came one after another. There were not enough stretchers to go around, and the number of wounded increased unabated! Some stretcher-bearers were injured, and the hired folk escaped. More than a dozen stretchers were thrown on the road, the seriously injured lying in a bloodstained blur, the lesser injured let out a burst of agonizing groans. The sight struck her heart, and the blood rushed to her head. The young captain's almond eyes rounded, bit her lip, and said fiercely, "Carry on your back!" She assigned tasks to the stretcher bearers, doing her best to retrieve the fleeing folk and try to settle each wounded man. But in the end, there was no more stretcher and people to carry a seriously injured, life-threatening little soldier. Looking at the road ahead and the dying little soldier, Yingzi decided to carry him on her back. The team members objected, urging her to leave the wounded man behind. Because short, thin she looks really unbearable, and this wounded man is too seriously injured. But Yingzi looked around at the barren mountains and said, "Leaving him behind is not the same as letting him die. Never!" So, without saying anything more, she carried him on her back over the rugged and muddy road, taking heavy steps ...... The wounded man's hand rested feebly on her shoulder, and in a feeble voice he said, "Let--down --me, put--down--me ......" Yingzi turned a deaf ear. Thin lips pursed up strongly. Is it a miracle? Weak and small, she carried the warrior, who was taller and heavier than her, over the mountains, and surprisingly, she traveled a lot of distance. And the wounded warrior, also stubbornly fought, in the lack of medicine actually began to get better! All the way to hard work, all the way through the adventure, all the way to make things better. The stretcher-bearer team advanced with difficulty and twists and turns. And Yingzi is getting thinner and thinner, she is always sharing the pitifully small amount of food to the stretcher bearers and the wounded; she is also getting weaker and weaker, she is always sending the golden salt and water into the mouths of her comrades....... When the team came to a small bridge in the mountains, it was as if spring was just waiting for the right place, and the delicate little flowers and the new greenery pounced on them. The laboring warriors froze for a moment, and then, as if in a daze, they all stopped and took a deep breath ...... The severely wounded warrior was already able to walk on his stick, and, perhaps encouraged by the beauty of the view, he walked up to Captain Yingzi and said, "Captain, I am going to weave a garland of flowers for you! " Eiko smiled, that happy and vivid smile reminding one that she was also just a child, and she nodded her head and replied, "Well, good." But then, with a deliberately stern face, she said, "But you still need to rest now." Those were the last words she ever spoke in her life. In order to scoop up water for the wounded, she crashed into the river under the bridge. The sound of her fall was so small that she did not even struggle, and she floated away ...... with the water for seventy years! The world has changed with the white clouds. Many things change, but some stories never fade. Just like at this moment - a dying old man, standing by a small bridge, gazing into the distance. The mountains are green, the grass is green, the flowers are bright, and the sun of peace shines on the earth. His eyes moistened, and he said half-heartedly, "It's different, yet it hasn't changed at all." After a long, long time, the old man opened his mouth again and said, "If Captain Yingzi ate a little more, he might be able to hold on, he might be able to ......" The old man slowly picked colorful wildflowers from the grass, and earnestly wove a garland of flowers with his trembling hands, and gently hung it on the bridgehead ......
A meritorious cannon accompanying the Red Army's Long March
This is an ordinary mountain cannon. Although it looks no different from other cannons, it has a legendary experience.On June 14, 1935, the Red Army's Red 2 and 6 Corps (later formed into the Red 2 Army) feinted to attack Xianfeng County in Hubei Province with a portion of their forces and fought the battle of Zhongbao. In the "siege" of the Kuomintang troops to implement the division of the counter-encirclement, the Red 2 and 6 Corps encountered the Kuomintang army's firepower blockade, casualties are large. In the heat of the moment, the 2nd and 6th Corps used one of the only mountain guns and several mortars to suppress the fire. This mountain gun highlights the power of God. The Red Army gunners fired three shells in a row to destroy the enemy's fire positions. Taking advantage of the situation, the Red Army attacked and wiped out the 41st Division of the Kuomintang Army in the area of Goupiling near Zhongbao, and captured Zhang Zhenhan, the commander of the 41st Division and the commander of the column alive.
In November of the same year, the gun continued to play a powerful role in the Red Army's 2nd and 6th Corps, and in January 1936, when the 2nd and 6th Corps broke through the danger of the Wujiang River, the gun was used to suppress the enemy's firepower on the other side of the river, destroying a few points of fire, and taking the opportunity to capture the boats to cross the Wujiang River. Therefore, the Red Army soldiers love this mountain gun which has won many honors. During the Long March, the 2nd and 6th Corps of the Red Army, with this cannon, fought in the Wumeng Mountains, crossed the Jinsha River, passed through Tibetan settlements, marched to Ganzi, climbed over the snowy mountains, and traveled through the grassland where people were scarce. Over the snowy mountains, many Red Army soldiers sacrificed, in the grasslands, more Red Army soldiers fell, but the Red Army soldiers on this cannon is very precious, would rather suffer sweat, horse pack people carry, disassemble when necessary, over the difficult area, and then mounted, so that, finally, the cannon to Shaanxi Province, so that it became the entire Red Army team in the Long March to Shaanxi Province, the only one of the mountain guns. It is this cannon, in 1959, when the military museum was built, Marshal He Long named it to be displayed in the military museum. Of course, if you "political examination" of this cannon, perhaps its origin is not worthy of praise. It was originally called "seven life five over the mountain gun", 1927 by the Shanghai Arsenal manufacturing, caliber 75 mm, weighing 386 kilograms, muzzle velocity of 280 m / s (grenade), factory number 587. it is the Kuomintang Army Artillery Battalion equipment. 1935 April, the red 2, 6 legion in Hunan, Hubei, Sichuan and Guizhou border mirror, in Hunan Chen Jiahe, In April 1935, the 2nd and 6th Red Army Corps fought on the Xiang-E-Chuan-Qian border, and captured it from the artillery of the 58th Division of the Kuomintang Army. From then on, it met a good master and played a big role. The artillery battalion of the Red Army used it to participate in many battles and eliminate a large number of enemy troops. It is the witness of the Red Army's final victory after a grueling struggle.