Northeast is east of the capital, and the longitude of Vladivostok is more than one time zone away.
Therefore, it gets dark early here and dawns early in the morning. However, in winter, the nights here are long and the days are short, and the daytime is only about ten hours, so there is not much time left for the journey.
The army had breakfast in Vladivostok before departure. On the way, except for an hour's break at noon to eat, they were on the move.
The cooking team set up a large pot, shoveled in the ice and snow, burned the small trees cut down on the roadside as fuel, boiled the water to cook the noodles, melted the buckets of frozen and hard meat sauce in the large pot, and mixed it with the noodles.
Busia was dancing excitedly. The little girl had never eaten noodles, so she watched the patriarch eat them.
She never thought that the master would give them such precious food.
They always picked up leftovers from the adults in the tribe and ate them. If they didn't have enough to eat, they would go find some bugs, wild vegetables, mushrooms, etc. on their own.
The reason for this is that women have a low status. The other is that these savage tribes, like nomads, value the young and the strong, and despise the old and the weak. Because in such a harsh environment, it is necessary to ensure that the hunters are well fed, otherwise the entire tribe will
They will all starve to death.
Yang Fan and his wife had lunch in the carriage. It was too cold outside and the car windows were frozen.
Xiao Niangpi and the others resolutely refused to get out of the car. Yang Fan had no choice but to accompany them in the car to eat hot pot. He also drank some high-strength liquor, which made the wives feel warmer.
In the afternoon, we continued marching. As a result, we encountered wind. A strong wind of level 6 blew up big smoke cannons. Snow and fog filled the air, and no one could be seen three or four meters away. In order to prevent them from getting separated, Li Huaishu immediately ordered to stop advancing. Everyone
They all huddled together, squatting on the ground, covering their hoods to prevent snow foam from pouring into them.
When the smoke cannon is turned on, the fine snow powder will penetrate into the underwear from the collar, cuffs, etc. Then it will be melted by the body temperature and make the underwear wet. In this way, the cotton clothes will not keep warm and will soon cause frostbite.
After the skin is frostbitten, it will turn black and ooze yellow thick water. It will be extremely itchy and will hurt if you scratch it. In severe cases, the frostbitten area can only be cut off or the limb is amputated.
The military uniforms prepared by Yang Fan all have elastic bands to lock the trouser legs and cuffs. The collar also has elastic bands around the neck. There is also a hood inside the hood of the down jacket, with only the eyes, mouth and nose exposed.
Although this ensures that you won't get frostbite, you won't be able to recognize who is who at all.
In order to solve this problem, the name, position, and affiliation should be written on the front and back of the clothes.
In this way, after waiting for an hour and the wind subsided, the army shook off the snow on their bodies and continued to move forward.
At four o'clock in the afternoon, the sun was about to set. Li Huaishu ordered the march to stop and organized camp.
This is a mountain col with mountains on three sides to block the cold wind and a frozen river on one side for easy access to water. We will camp here tonight.
Yang Fan got off the bus with his wife, had dinner, set up a tent, and prepared to spend the night.
Yang Fan was well prepared and had all kinds of cold-proof supplies.
The officers and soldiers also brought sufficient supplies. An inch-thick wool felt was spread on the ground so that people would not feel cold when sitting on it. A bonfire was set up in the middle to keep warm, or they could set up racks and hang horse cranes to cook food.
I just relied on my sleeping bag to sleep. Because there were campfires and sentries, I didn’t have to worry about sneak attacks from wolves at night.
Yang Fan himself brought the products of a famous camping brand of later generations. He used a camping tent specially designed for forest and snow fields. The ground was covered with an inflatable air mattress, which was very cold-proof. The iron stove and briquettes were burned in the house, making the room as warm as spring.
These equipments were all transferred with gold. Yang Fan could not equip the officers and soldiers with them.
Moreover, the dog-drawn sledge cannot carry a cotton tent. It is the limit that can protect his family. After all, the iron stove and briquettes take up a dog sled.
This campsite was well chosen and there was no wind. So as soon as the campfire was lit, it immediately felt much warmer. It was not like when you were camping and eating at noon, when the fire warmed your chest and the wind blew your back.
The cold wind blowing from my back felt like it penetrated my whole body, taking away the little heat from my body.
The cold wind blows on the face, causing burning pain, like a knife cutting. Everyone must smear lard on the exposed skin to prevent the skin from splitting.
In fact, as long as there is no wind, the cold weather is still bearable. After all, everyone wears more clothes. The bonfire can burn more than three meters high, which can bring enough warmth to everyone.
Yang Fan and his wives sat in front of the tent, their faces heated by the bonfire and glowing red in the reflection.
Millet porridge was cooking in the surrounding army pots. The officers and soldiers carried naan bread with their bayonets and roasted it on the bonfire. A fifty-pound tinplate bucket of lunch meat was opened, cut into small pieces with bayonets, and distributed to everyone.
, eat it with a piece of cake.
The hot and sour soup is ready, and the cooking team carries stainless steel thermos buckets and puts them in lunch boxes for everyone.
Yang Fan deliberately brought his wife to eat the same food as the officers and soldiers. They lived in tents in a special way. They mainly took care of the women. If he himself would have slept in sleeping bags in the snow like everyone else.
Yang Fan finished eating and wiped his mouth. He was about to go back to the tent. Little Busia came with a big copper pot with great difficulty and poured milk tea for the master and his wife.
When you are out on the march, you can only use your lunch box as a bowl.
Yang Fan looked at the bonfire and drank scalding milk tea. He suddenly became excited and sang a ballad softly.
There are iron ridges, sheer rocks, dense forests, heavy rain and strong winds, and the roar of war horses by the wasteland waterside.
Unite around the fire, and the sky will shine red...
Listening to the master singing a song, everyone put down their food and listened quietly.
The lyrics of this song are adapted from the ancient song "Luohua Diao", and it sounds very tragic and exciting when sung.
The sky is covered with thick shade, filled with wild flowers, the wet clouds are low and dark, and it is hard to breathe due to the sweat dripping from your feet.
Fireworks soared into the sky, and mosquitoes sucked blood through their shirts. Soldiers! We marched through the Xing'an Mountains with enthusiasm.
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Xiao Niangpi, Lin Yueru and others were quietly listening to the master's humming. Under the illumination of the blazing bonfire, it seemed that the officers and soldiers of the pioneering regiment were working hard to develop the wilderness of Northeast China under all difficulties.
This plain has been a virgin land since ancient times, and no agricultural people have ever set foot in it.
Wild beasts are rampant here, and this is the first time that Han people have been exploited.
The fields are open to the wilderness, white dew is flowing across the sky, the night fire is sparkling, and the enemy's fortifications are frequently frightening and stopping the horses from advancing.
The grass is withered, the gold is strong, the wind is strong, and the frost does not burn the fire in the morning. Brothers, the waterfall and spring in the mirror evoke deep dreams in the afternoon.
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Lin Yueru frowned and thought, Jingbo is the beautiful Jingbo Lake that the master once said. The master once said that Mudanjiang and Rice Cang were a treasure land with fertile land and rich products.
It's better to ask for that land and make a fiefdom for your daughter. You must be coquettish a few more times to get that piece of land.
She secretly looked at Yang Fan. When she saw Yang Fan's beautiful profile, humming a ballad under the light of the bonfire, she couldn't help but feel a little crazy.
The wind is roaring, the snow is flying, the horses are hesitating, and the air-conditioning makes it difficult to sleep at night.
The fire warms the chest, and the wind chills the back.
Heroes! Sweep the Nenjiang Plain with sincere struggle.
Great ambition, how can it be destroyed?
Let us unite to fight against the national calamity, overcome the difficulties, and take back our mountains and rivers.
Yang Fan was enchanted when he sang for a while. For a moment, he seemed to see the scene of the Anti-Japanese Union officers and soldiers fighting the Japanese invaders among the white mountains and black waters. This "Camping Song" by General Li Zhaolin also sang Yang Fan's recovery from slavery.
Ergan Dusi’s feelings about his hometown.
There were three arduous struggles in the revolutionary war years. One was the 25,000-mile Long March of the Central Red Army. The other was the guerrilla war in the eight southern provinces. The third was the anti-Japanese guerrilla war in the three northeastern provinces.
The 40,000-strong Resistance Alliance fought against the one-million-strong Kwantung Army, the most elite, well-equipped, and best-trained Japanese invaders. They persisted for fourteen years.
Between white mountains and black waters, under extremely harsh conditions, they fought tens of thousands of times, and 99% of the officers and soldiers were killed. In the end, only more than 300 people saw victory.
For a moment, Yang Fan's eyes became moist. Thinking of the subsequent history, Yang Fan secretly made up his mind not to believe that the fate of the country could not be restored, and that he would not allow history to turn into ashes.
He wanted to change the direction of subsequent history and make the right choice for this suffering nation at this crossroads of history.
In the years to come, this camping song became the military song of the Northeastern Corps, inspiring generations of officers and soldiers to defend the country, guard the borders, and fight in the north and south, becoming an elite division of the empire.
This chapter has been completed!