Zhang Qingshan carried the big flag and looked at the Zhongdian Daxue Mountain, and said silently in his heart: "Daxue Mountain, our Red Army is here to conquer you again!" He took a deep breath and made great strides. Behind him, Tian Guozhong and the comrades in the platoon, each carrying bundles of firewood.

It was a little better at the foot of the mountain, and the snow was as rare as white as the green bushes. Even if the soldiers played snowball fights, there was no snow to throw away, just a stir. But the more snow they walked up, the more winds, the more strange the weather, and the fewer trees, they thought about putting down all the firewood collected along the road, but later they discussed it and felt that the mountain was too cold and the snow was heavy. Even if the dry dead branches could burn, they would definitely not satisfy everyone and could only carry it.

At first, everyone moved forward happily, feeling endless energy all over their bodies, and they were very fast. Seeing the large army coming from afar, everyone even started to make a fuss and said they should speed up so that they would not be caught up with them, which would be embarrassing.

But with the increase of altitude, all kinds of harsh environments are coming: the air is getting thinner and thinner, and the colder is getting colder. Fortunately, the guidance of the Central Red Army and the preparations have been made before, both physically and mentally acceptable, but the changes in the weather are speechless: the originally blue sky slowly covered with dark clouds with the naked eye, pouring rain and raking the ground, or the big fingers or even the size of an egg-sized hail yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi

The comrades had long lost the excitement when they first went up the mountain. Everyone lowered their heads and rushed to the road. Occasionally, they heard someone cheering each other up. However, Hu Yingze, seeing the depressed atmosphere in the team, led a few people to run around, and kept shouting to encourage everyone.

Zhang Qingshan secretly observed the soldiers, mainly because according to the experience provided by the Central Red Army, some people would have adverse reactions. Therefore, he discussed with Hu Yingze and others, and this task fell on him.

"Give it to me!" Yi climbed more than two thousand meters in his breath. It was almost halfway through the journey up the mountain. Zhang Qingshan saw a team member beside him with a pale face and his forehead was covered with tiny beads of sweat. He was breathing heavily, so he went forward and grabbed the firewood on his body and carried it on his own. He asked with concern: "How is it?"

The soldier wanted to grab the firewood back, but was stopped by Zhang Qingshan.

"I feel a little dizzy, and I feel a little weak in my body."

Zhang Qingshan nodded and turned around and asked the person behind him loudly: "How do you feel?"

"I'm fine, it's okay!"

"I'm not dizzy, but I'm a little weak."

"I feel cold sweating in my body."

Zhang Qingshan felt relieved after hearing what they said, but he also knew that he could not walk like this and had to rest. Otherwise, something might happen, and he might not have snow at their feet. But if they walked a little further, they would enter the snow area. Without enough physical strength, it would be difficult to survive.

"The team stopped and rested on the spot Lao Wang! Lao Wang! Take the cooking team to make a few pots of soup to relieve the fatigue." Zhang Qingshan led the yi platoon and walked behind the second and third rows, followed the cooking team behind.

"good!"

Zhang Qingshanyi heard the voice a little weak and hoarse. Lao Wang's previous voice was very loud. When did it become like this? Is it because there were adverse reactions?

Looking at Xunsheng in confusion, he saw Lao Wang bent over and lowered his head, which made him sad that the pot seemed extremely heavy.

Perhaps he felt Zhang Qingshan's gaze, he looked up and went to Zhang Qingshan, but saw his face pale and some fine beads of sweat on his forehead, just like mushrooms after the rain. He wanted to show Zhang Qingshan a smile, but his cheeks were just twitching a few times.

"Old Wang, why are you still taking the blame?" Zhang Qingshan put the firewood he had just carried to the body on the ground, walked over quickly, and asked with concern while helping him put down the pot, "How is it, is it okay?"

After saying that, Zhang Qingshan blamed himself for not being able to speak: At this time, even if it doesn't work, it must be possible. Otherwise, if you continue walking, you will definitely be persuaded to stay at the foot of the mountain and stay at the people's homes. This is a huge blow to the Red Army soldiers. Many people say that they would rather die on the Long March than leave the team.

Sure enough, when he heard Zhang Qingshan’s question, Lao Wang, who was bent down, immediately straightened his body, nodded vigorously, and said, “Don’t worry, I just felt a little uncomfortable when I was yi. Just walk around. It’s okay, don’t have to walk back.”

"I don't mean that." As he said that, Zhang Qingshan wanted to help Lao Wang sit down next to him, but Lao Wang shook his hand and insisted on walking to him and sitting on a cold tree stump. It was obviously because Zhang Qingshan's previous words caused him to be unhappy and he was a little angry.

Zhang Qingshan quickly took out the cigarette, handed it to him, and smiled and said, "Old Wang, you smoke a cigarette first, I'll help you make a fire and wait for you to drink more soup, just warm it up."

When Lao Wang heard this, his expression calmed down, nodded, and said, "It's really hard for the soldiers to come here. You go, I'll take a break and go there."

Seeing that the comrades in the kitchen were not uncomfortable, Zhang Qingshan relaxed a little. After helping to make the fire, he was about to walk around and see the situation of other soldiers, but Zhou Baoyu, who was not far away, was sweating and holding the kettle and pouring it hard.

"Baoyu, what's wrong with you?" Indeed, Zhou Baoyu was sweating profusely, and even his head was covered with white air. What was most surprising was that his eyes were filled with tears and his lips were swollen. This was definitely not altitude sickness, which made Zhang Qingshan feel relieved and joked: "You are covered with red face and three flowers gather together. Do you want to ascend to become an immortal here? You have to teach the comrades how to become immortals, so that everyone can be a god together, so you don't have to work so hard."

Zhou Baoyu looked at Zhang Qingshan while drinking. Hearing this, he put down the kettle and was about to open his mouth, but immediately put the kettle in front of his mouth and poured it hard.

The comrades next to them had already laughed into a group of people.

"Yes! Baoyu, everyone is their own comrades. With such a good method, you can't hide it and you have to contribute it."

"The so-called "A man who has attained enlightenment and ascends to heaven, Baoyu, should I take me with me?"

"Baoyu, if you still lack incense paper candles to pay tribute, I will buy it for you to go downstairs."

Everyone joked, but Zhou Baoyu glared at him, but he had no choice but to have no choice. His mouth was always inseparable from the kettle.

In the end, Lao Liang, the deputy platoon leader of the second platoon, smiled and answered Zhang Qingshan's doubts: Zhou Baoyu is young and his physical resistance is not as good as that of an adult man. He came here and went up, the colder he felt, so he secretly ate chili. Yi was very effective at first, but after eating too much, it became what he looked like now.

Others can't help with this matter, so they can only try to hand the kettle to him. At first, Zhou Baoyu wanted to catch Xue Lai Bing's lips, but was stopped by Lao Liang. Because according to the special reminder of the Central Red Army, Xue cannot be eaten raw and must be boiled and turned into water before drinking. Otherwise, if you eat too much snow, your mouth will rot and ulcers, which will make it more troublesome.

Since he couldn't help, Zhang Qingshan could only pat Zhou Baoyu on the shoulder, encourage him with a smile and a few words before patrolling elsewhere.

The assault company is a good choice. Except for some of the physical fitness, Lao Wang is only thirty years old in the entire company. There is no major adverse reaction between the soldiers in the entire company, which relieves Zhang Qingshan.

I remind everyone not to sit directly on the ground, so as not to wet your pants, wait for serious consequences after the icy, and then go around and come to Hu Yingze.

Hu Yingze's health was originally good, but his long-term fatigue made him feel a little bad. This altitude sickness is a little heavier than others. Although it seems to be fine now, when he starts to face heavy snow, he will definitely have big problems if he runs forward and backward like this.

He handed Hu Yingze a cigarette, but Hu Yingze shook his head and smiled, "I'm a little dizzy and I don't want to smoke."

Zhang Qingshan was not polite either. After lit the smoke, he whispered: "Lao Hu, let's change later. I'll let Lao Wu lead people to open the way in front. You follow the team and observe everyone's reactions for me. I'll remind you all the things you pay attention to."

"How can this work? We've been"

Before Hu Yingze finished speaking, Zhang Qingshan looked at him and said seriously: "Old Hu, you are already exhausted, so don't hold on. I don't want to lose such a good partner as you." Without giving Hu Yingze a chance to speak, Zhang Qingshan stood up and patted his butt and left: "Okay, I'll go over there and take a break first."

Hu Yingze sighed, and although he was moved, he blamed himself for his poor health.

"Company Commander, how many peppers, peppers and ginger are added?"

After walking a few steps, a cook came to ask. This is also very necessary, because if you want to climb over several mountains, you can't stew all these things here, as it would be too wasteful and must be distributed well so that these three things can be used to refresh everyone every time.

"He knows best when you ask Lao Wang." He said this, but he quickly walked towards Lao Wang.

When Lao Wang heard about this, he refused Zhang Qingshan's dissuasion. He got up and walked over and distributed it himself. Especially for dry wild vegetables, he had to put more commands on everyone. He also reminded Zhang Qingshan: When the comrades use this spicy soup to cooperate with things, don't eat up all the food on their bodies. He has to allocate reasonably according to the experience of the Central Red Army. It is difficult to find plenty of food on the road later, so you have to save money at this time.

Zhang Qingshan was listening and helping with his work. At this time, the altitude was not very high and the water was still boiling.

Then I personally scoop the soup mixed with a large amount of wild vegetables into the bamboo tube. I also happily remind everyone that wild vegetables are delicious. Don’t just know how to eat fried rice or barley. Otherwise, after eating all the delicious food, you can only eat wild vegetables every meal.

After resting, Zhang Qingshan called everyone to start a mobilization meeting
Chapter completed!