Under the blue sky, in the endless plains, the mouth of swallows is red everywhere.

It seemed as if God saw the war stopping, and he could not bear to witness the tragic scene left by the battlefield. It was raining in the middle of the night. Even the wind was not seen at all. The silent world was like a freeze, which made people feel a little surprised.

On the top of the hillside northwest of Yanzikou, a piece of vegetation that was turned over as if it was turned over as a whole, and the belt soil occupied a large piece.

Sudden!

Yi's hand suddenly stretched out from it, and after a moment of pause, another hand grabbed the gap next to it and tore it apart. Soon, a face was exposed from the tearing gap.

"call!"

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

After resting for a while, Zhang Qingshan seemed to suddenly come to his senses. His originally empty eyes suddenly flashed with horror. He looked around and looked around. After seeing the invincible, he listened with his ears for a while, and confirmed that the surroundings were silent, and breathed a long sigh of relief.

He struggled to tear open a large hole in the soil and vegetation that was pressing against him, sat up, and breathed heavily. But before he could breathe, he thought of something, and suddenly got up, but felt a severe pain in his left foot. He grinned and sat down, but couldn't help but look around.

I saw that the entire battlefield was full of corpses of humans and horses, and blood was everywhere. In some places, blood even gathered into Xiaotan. Especially at the entrance of the swallow's mouth in the distance, many corpses were almost piled up, from complete to missing arms and legs, or lost their heads, or half of the heads were knocked out. However, half of the people watching were frightened, but they could judge the degree of tragic at that time based on the concentration density of the corpses. But it was in this battlefield, but it was silent at this time. It was unknown when a breeze blew up again, bringing a fishy smell to the nose, making people feel sick.

Zhang Qingshan is a soldier. Not to mention that he had seen corpses and blood, he even went in and out of the gates of hell. Therefore, he did not feel uncomfortable in the face of this in front of him. To put it bluntly, even if he saw his comrades who died around him, he did not feel sad. It can be said that his mentality was very calm. Because he believed that martyrs were the best destination for soldiers, and his comrades sacrificed for the revolution, which was glorious!

He didn't see a living person, and there were not even a living horse. Zhang Qingshan relaxed a little and had no enemies at least.

I took out my two box cannons from under the vegetation, checked the magazine, and checked the gun, um! It was not enough to get sand and soil, so I can continue to use it.

Maybe there was a little bit of soil on his face, Zhang Qingshan felt a little itchy, and wiped his forehead with his sleeve. He suddenly felt pain and grinned again, unable to help but hum. He put the gun next to him and touched the left side of his forehead carefully with his right hand.

"hiss!"

Just touched the bag on the left side of his forehead lightly, and Zhang Qingshan couldn't help but suck in a cold breath.

After a brief pause, I gently touched the bag with my right hand again. Although it hurts, I still figured it out. This bag is half the size of an egg. Think about it carefully, um! It must be a stone or wooden stick that exploded from the shell, which hit me on my forehead, causing me to faint.

The habitual yi model left waist, but fortunately the kettle is still there.

I carefully cleaned the bag with most of the water in the kettle, washed my face, and took a few more sips, and the kettle would be empty.

This kettle is very useful and cannot be thrown away.

Then, Zhang Qingshan sat down and rested, looking at the tragic scene of the battlefield in front of him. His soldier's personality immediately put aside the past and combined with the situation in front of him, he calculated the situation of his coma after he was unconscious: According to the Red Army's habit of dealing with the post-war, no matter whether the enemy or me is alive, he will be treated. For the corpse, no matter whether the enemy or me is, if there are ordinary people, he will ask the people to help bury it. If not, he will do it himself. Of course, the bodies of the enemy and my soldiers will be buried separately. But the situation in front of him is that the bodies of the enemy and my corpse are not buried, so look at it.

The telescope looked around. There were no corpses in the distance around Yanzikou, and some soldiers in the valley had not taken away the weapons, but some were missing. Combined with this fact, it was only a situation: although our army successfully eliminated the enemies in the valley, it retreated in a hurry. Otherwise, it would not have been completely completed to clean the battlefield. Based on the situation where no corpses were left around, it can be concluded that although we retreated in a hurry, we were not pursued by the enemy within a short distance. Otherwise, we should have left the corpses of both the enemy and us.

As for why I was not revealed, it would be easy to explain: time is tight, who can check the body with corpses? I can only rescue and transfer people who are still angry, not to mention that I am buried in the soil. If I don’t check it carefully, who can notice it?

So, now I will face two problems: what should I do? The second problem is that the most important thing is to leave here immediately and stay away from it. Otherwise, God knows when the enemy will come back. If he does not leave, he will probably be seen by the scouts of the enemy cavalry.

Although Zhang Qingshan is not afraid of death, it is different from not afraid of death and meaningless death. The calmness of the soldier makes him unable to panic and must think about it before he can act. At this time, Zhang Qingshan has to face another choice: should he go back or continue to catch up with the large army or continue the Long March?

Although it is more than ten days away from Ganzi City, his left calf was injured. If he returns to Ganzi City to cultivate, it is relatively better than continuing the Long March than continuing the Long March. He is injured in his leg and has difficulty moving. Then it is almost impossible to catch up with the large army. If he wants to continue the Long March, then ten is his personal Long March. Not to mention anything else, he can't confirm the whereabouts of the large army.

From a rational point of view, the two powers are the least likely to be in trouble. Returning to Ganzi to recuperate and then going to northern Shaanxi after recovering from injury is the best choice.

As for the blockade and interrogation of reactionaries such as enemies and horse bandits along the way, there is no need to compare it: whether it is moving forward or going back, it is necessary to encounter such things. At that time, it can only be determined by your wit and luck. It is precisely because of this point that the chance of returning to Ganzi City is even higher. You must know that now he is only in a hay field and there are water and grass fields below, which is fatal. Moreover, his leg is injured, and he has no medicine, no medicine, and no food. In this way, he can walk out of the grass, which is a miracle.

However, Zhang Qingshan was hesitating because he had a belief in his heart: If the Red Army left the people, it was like a fish leaving the water, then if he left the army, it was like losing everything. But the problem is, if he just died on the grass, what was that?

While hesitating, Zhang Qingshan subconsciously touched his pocket, without cigarettes, and then touched his chest, feeling happy. Sure enough, the pack of cigarettes given by Commander He was still there.

Wipe hands on the grass, then wipe your fingers on the clothes, then take out most of the cigarette, take out one, smell it on the tip of your nose, and then put the most of the cigarette into your underwear pocket.

He held the cigarette in his mouth and took out the matchbox, but the match was wet with the rain.

Without any hesitation, he completely subconsciously went to the left model, touched his hand, thumped it, and said casually: "Comrade, borrow a fire."

Seeing that the other party did not respond, he grabbed the other party's hand

When I grabbed it, I felt that the force was not right, so I woke up and turned my head to see it. I saw that this was half of my arm, but because I had no sleeves on it, I couldn't tell whether it was the enemy or my comrade's.

Zhang Qingshan, who was used to life and death, was not afraid at all, but was stunned. Finally, he put down his half of his arm and sighed, not knowing whether this sigh was for his comrades, for his enemies, or for the human race.

He looked around and crawled over to the body of the nearest comrade on the left.

He didn't look at the other party's miserable appearance and started to touch the body. Although the staff was not superstitious, Zhang Qingshan felt that he was in a panic at this time and should say something. He looked for the matchbox and said, "Comrade, I'm sorry, my match is wet, I'll borrow a fire from you."

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

Yi found six or seven bodies in a row, either without matches or being wet. In the end, Zhang Qingshan cut off half of his neck with bullets and dyed the surrounding grass red, and actually collected a kerosene lighter.

Zhang Qingshan felt that this lighter looked familiar and should have seen it somewhere. At the time, he looked at the lighter in his hand and did not rush to light a cigarette. Instead, he recalled with a frown: the lighter is a high-end thing, and I'm afraid there are not many in the entire Red Army team. The reason why he had an impression of this lighter was because the owner of this lighter was the squad leader of the Second Battalion of the 49th Regiment. I remember that on the snowy mountain, many comrades could not light firewood at the matchboxes on the body. This guy took out this lighter to set fire to everyone. Afterwards, he was very arrogant and impressed by Zhang Qingshan: people who love to show off would never show off more than him. He said that this was the one who broke the landlord, the landlord, who bullied the people before joining the army, and snatched it.

Looking at the body of this comrade, Zhang Qingshan was a little jealous at this moment: How much he hoped that the guy in front of him who likes to show off more than him could stand up and show him again, no! As long as he showed off, or smiled, he would kowtow to the other party. However, he could not save him from his own regrets. But if he had to change his words, Zhang Qingshan felt that he would not regret it. He said when he joined the army: Since he had embarked on the road of revolution, then he would have to carry out the revolution to the end. For this reason, no matter whether he was bleeding or sacrifice or throwing his youth, he would have no regrets in this life.

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

It was not until the cigarette butt burned his fingers that he suddenly woke up. While throwing away the cigarette butt, his eyes were very firm.
Chapter completed!