Xiang Bangguo, 23, is from Zhaoshi Town, Longshan County, Hunan Province. Although he and Zhang Qingshan were fellow villagers from the same county and participated in the revolution during the same period as Zhang Qingshan, although both of them were from the Forty-Ninth Regiment, they were not from the battalion. Therefore, he did not know Zhang Qingshan, but this did not hinder Zhang Qingshan's popularity.

As the deputy squad leader of the third squad of the 2nd Battalion of the 49th Regiment, he had heard of Zhang Qingshan, a fellow villager, before the Long March, but he had never met him. Later, when the regiment established a commando to specifically suppress bandits, he wanted to participate, but he just couldn't let go, so he didn't go to any personal relationship.

Later, the assault company prepared for the Long March was established and he went to various regiments to select good players. However, because of his mission, he was seconded to the "Longshan Independent Regiment". To be honest, he and his comrades all believed that "you should eat chili and not be afraid of spicy food, and you should be a Red Army and not be afraid of killing." Therefore, he was not afraid of death. However, the reason why he yearned for the assault company was only because of the independence and mystery of this company.

Later, the assault company shined in the Long March, which destined that the gap between him and Zhang Qingshan, a fellow villager, was becoming increasingly large. Even if he was already the deputy squad leader before, he could not catch up with Zhang Qingshan's supplement.

During the Swallow's Ambush, his right shoulder was penetrated by a bullet and was injured. Later, the team was dispersed, and he survived the chaos and set up a long march with several comrades. However, no one expected that he, who looked full of energy, began to have a high fever the next morning. Then, after the road came down, his wounds were a little flaming, and the high fever was also good and bad, and he persisted until now.

Death! It's not scary, what he is afraid of is meaningless death. However, he knew in his heart that he couldn't hold on for long, and if he persisted like this, it would drag down his comrades, but he was unwilling to die just like this, so he insisted on it. But seeing how tired and tired the comrades he had to eat now, he really didn't want to persevere anymore, but his comrades cheered him up on weekdays, gave him great spiritual encouragement, and made him feel unwilling, so he was a little hesitant.

However, Xiao Pingtou's death gave him a huge blow, and it can be said that it was the last straw that crushed his spiritual power.

It seemed as if the final glory of his life had come. He didn't want to waste anything and wanted to leave everything to his comrades so that his comrades could have more strength to walk out of the grass. Therefore, on the grounds of a headache, he not only refused food and did not even drink water, but instead asked the comrades to help him, found a pot of water, wet the veil and put it on his forehead, so that he could keep him awake with coldness, and he knew that he could no longer drag his comrades down, otherwise, everyone would have to be finished, so he must keep awake tonight, otherwise, God knows when he will wake up next time after he falls into a coma.

It seemed that he was asleep, and he snored slightly from time to time, but his mind was awake because he was waiting and observing his comrades around him through the bright moonlight. As a veteran who had been in the army for more than a year, he knew that tonight, his comrades would definitely sleep beautifully, just because everyone was very hungry these days, and today's supper made everyone full and sleep more soundly.

He was lying on the stretcher without a watch. He didn't know how long it had passed, and he felt that everyone should fall asleep. He slowly opened his eyes, glanced around him, and they all fell asleep.

Looking at Xiao Tao who was sleeping against the wall with a gun, he couldn't help but look carefully at Xiao Tao's left upper pocket: After burying Xiao Ping's head, he called Xiao Tao and handed the five-cornered red star on his hat to Xiao Tao in a half-begging and half-order manner, and told him, "If he doesn't win, please give this five-cornered red star to the party."

The left hand slowly pulled out the bayonet from his waist, scraped the blade with his fingers, and made a dull scraping sound. This was his favorite sound, because this sound meant that the blade was very sharp, but now, he was as calm as water. He turned the bayonet slightly until the moonlight refracted into his eyes through the bayonet surface. His original expression of Gujing Bubo suddenly became tight and then relaxed.

Putting the bayonet on his chest and looking straight at the full moon in the sky, I couldn't help but think of many things in my mind: When I was a child, my parents were pampered, and I left everything for myself during the New Year. My younger brother broke the bowl. My father picked up the rice that fell on the ground and ate it. He told me about the preciousness of the grain and herded cattle for the landlord's family. He never ate full food once, but also often hungry and froze. He was bullied by the landlord's young master at every turn and humiliated the Red Army. He not only gave food to the house, but also distributed it to the family a lot of fields.

He deeply remembered that when his father received a big bag of food, his mother hiding behind the door, how she had tears from her mother who was hiding behind the door. After participating in the revolution, she not only went to night school to study and read, but was never bullied by her comrades. Instead, she often helped and inspire him. This atmosphere of unity and friendship made him feel very warm. When fighting, his comrades often left the most dangerous points for themselves on the grounds that they were new recruits, but they risked their lives to kill the enemy. They even saw an unknown comrades blocking bullets for their comrades for the safety of other comrades.

It's enough, it's really enough. Being able to participate in the revolution and know so many brothers and sisters. In this life, it's a pity that I haven't seen the victory of the revolution. But he believes that with such a group of brothers and sisters with firm beliefs and united and friendly brothers and sisters, the victory of the revolution will not be far away.

I can’t miss you anymore, and I can’t think about you anymore. As a veteran, he knows that if you think too much, you will be afraid of death!

He opened his eyes wide and looked over, as if he had remembered the appearance of these comrades for generations, he was so reluctant and so determined.

Dear comrades, I will never drag you down to the country. I will farewell forever! I wish you victory!

Although everyone thought that Zhang Qingshan was a wounded and did not have to stand guard, just command everyone. But Zhang Qingshan insisted on going because he knew that it was because he was injured that he must go: he was a party member and a captain, so he must set an example to inspire the confidence of his comrades. What's more, those uninjured comrades have to take care of everyone during the day, dig wild vegetables, pick up cow dung, etc., and they have to keep their nerves tight. Faced with the battle that could arise at any time, they are already very tired.

If they were asked to stand guard at night, it would make them even more exhausted. If this continues, the wounded will definitely be done once they fall down. On the contrary, if the wounded can do their best to share the task, it is very likely that everyone will be able to walk out of the grassland with victory. For example, if the wounded stay guard at this guard, the wounded can do it. If the comrades who are tired during the day can rest at night, they will be much more energetic the next day, which is conducive to helping the wounded.

Leaning on a high place, using a telescope to observe the front. Although the distance looks gray, due to the moonlight, you can still distinguish the figure from two hundred meters under the gaze.

After confirming that there was no one, Zhang Qingshan turned over and lay down, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took out a piece of cigarette, and didn't dare to light a cigarette to play. This is a plain area, and it was night again. A red light spot flashed. What else could it be if it was not self-exposed? He smelled it hard on the tip of his nose, put it on his mouth, put it on his hands, looked at the moon, relaxed his whole body and mind, and felt extremely clear in his mind.

Zhang Qingshan liked this state of emptiness and brightness produced by looking at the starry sky in silence, and even thought that he would live forever forever.

Sudden!

He felt something was wrong, and immediately turned over, picked up the telescope and observed it around. As a result, not to mention the figure of the enemy, he could not even see a mouse. However, the atmosphere of depression and a bit of grief and anger was still there. This atmosphere was not a direct sense, but an indescribable feeling arised from the long-term test of life and death on the battlefield. But he was very sure of his feelings, because this feeling had already allowed him to avoid the threat from the enemy several times on the battlefield.

Just as he frowned and tried to figure out where this feeling came from, he saw a black shadow running behind him, his running posture was a bit strange, as if he was touching his face with his hands while running.

Soon, Zhang Qingshan knew where this atmosphere came from.

"Captain, go and have a look. Lao Xiang has committed suicide."

"Ah!" Zhang Qingshan was startled, then he screamed, got up, handed the telescope in his hand to the soldier, and said in a deep voice: "Come and stand for me and lay off, I'll go and see."

To be honest, although Zhang Qingshan felt a little heavy at this time, he was not particularly sad. He was not used to life and death, nor was he familiar with everyone. The most important thing was that it was just for this reason. For him, things were too common: Since the Long March, many outstanding children have committed suicide because of lack of medical treatment, medicine, food and clothing, and cannot bear to implicate other comrades? There are too many, and Zhang Qingshan has even become a little numb.

When he came to that small hill, he did not dare to light or make fire, and his visibility was not high, but he saw everyone gathering around, especially when he saw some people covering their mouths, wanting to cry loudly but not daring to cry. He endured the pain and tears. The atmosphere of grief and anger almost rushed towards him.

He was stunned, sighed and felt a little sad again. Somehow, he suddenly remembered the old squad leader who had already died, and also the charge with a grenade in order to blow up the enemy's city gate.

He took a few steps forward and saw the suicide person. His brows frowned slightly. Even though he was used to life and death, he couldn't help but be shocked by the scene in front of him: He had seen many people who committed suicide in order not to implicate his comrades. Some people jumped off the cliff while others were not paying attention, shot himself, and hit the wall with their heads, but this was the first time he saw him. Some people stabbed the heart with a bayonet. This shocked him, because he felt that the way to use a knife to wipe his neck and a knife to his heart was the most difficult to accept how much courage it took, or how desperate it was to end him with such ruthlessness and perseverance.

Standing silently, feeling, and suffering at this moment, he felt that he should do something, at least he should stop something similar in life
Chapter completed!