The crisp sound of gunshots woke Wei Ran up, causing him to subconsciously turn over and look around. Then there was a sudden spin, and he stumbled to the ground, knocking over the piles of pots, pans, and other items.
At this time, the oil lamps and horse oil candle lamps in the tent had been extinguished. The damp and cold tent seemed extremely dark, and there was even a puddle under the feet.
Fortunately, despite the poor lighting, he could finally hear the even breathing of the other three people.
"boom!"
Just at this moment, another gunshot came from outside, and he finally realized that the sound just now did not come from a dream, but someone really fired a gun!
Thinking of something clever, Wei Ran picked up Little Lama's cannon box from the puddle, took out the 20-round magazine from his pocket that he had casually put in last night, and put it in the box with a "click"
On the cannon, he didn't even care about the things he knocked over, nor did he notice the two glass medicine bottles and the iron-legged horse that fell into the puddle at the entrance of the tent. He stumbled out of the tent, pointed it above his head and pulled the trigger!
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
After three consecutive gunshots, Wei Ran, who was still standing unsteadily, had time to look around.
He saw the white fish belly on the horizon, the morning star in the sky, and even saw a winding fire dragon in the direction they should be heading! Those were torches!
"The main force! The main force! We have found the main force!"
Wei Ran fell into ecstasy after being stunned, shouting at the top of his lungs towards the tent behind him.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Just at this moment, three gunshots were fired in the direction of the long torch dragon!
"Bang! Bang!"
Wei Ran fired two more shots, then stumbled into the tent and shouted to the three people who were awakened by the gunfire, "The big army! We are following the big army!"
After being stunned for a moment, the faces of Li Zhuang and Nurse Ji became animated. The little lama seemed to have noticed something, and almost climbed out of the tent, and cheered after a moment.
"Oil lamp, we have to light the oil lamp!"
As Wei Ran spoke, he picked up the oil lamp and shook it. Fortunately, there was still kerosene in it. It went out just because the wick was burned out.
"Match..."
Nurse Ji pointed to the cloth bag hanging on the oil lamp, "There's a match in there."
Upon hearing this, Wei Ran immediately opened the cloth bag and took out the small glass medicine bottle inside.
Unscrew it with force, and there are only two matches and a small ball of white cotton inside.
Trembling, Wei Ran picked up a match, took out the kettle from his arms, and swiped it hard on it.
"laugh!"
The match successfully lit up a yellow flame.
However, before Wei Ran could place it against the wick of the oil lamp, the wind blowing in from outside blew out the match like a prank.
Gritting his teeth and wishing that the sky would explode, Wei Ran picked up the last match. Nurse Ji and Li Zhuang also climbed over with difficulty and used their bodies to help him hold up a wind wall.
"laugh!"
The second match was successfully lit, and Wei Ran held it in his hand, carefully moved it to the oil lamp, and lit the wick inside.
Looking at Li Zhuang and Nurse Ji who were in tears, Wei Ran adjusted the brightness of the oil lamp to the maximum, "Let's... let's go out and take a look."
"good!"
Li Zhuang responded to Wei Ran's suggestion in the loudest voice, grabbed a rifle and stood up with difficulty. Together with Wei Ran, he helped Nurse Ji stand up and staggered out of the tent.
He handed the oil lamp to the little lama, who immediately lifted it up with a wooden stick. Wei Ran also returned the box cannon with a few bullets left to him, and then pointed to the top of his head.
Taking the pistol, the little lama showed a familiar bright smile to Wei Ran, raised the box cannon and aimed it at the morning star above his head.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
"Cooking class! Roll call!"
Li Zhuang, who was supporting Nurse Ji, managed to stand up straight after the gunshots and yelled out names one by one, "Liu Youxiang!"
"Yes!" Wei Ran and Nurse Ji responded.
"Zhang Erwa!"
"have!"
"Jiang Yu!"
"have!"
"Ji Chunlan!"
"Yes..." The weak Nurse Ji tried her best to respond to the roll call.
“Jianpa Kelsang!”
"have"
"Wei Ran!"
"have!"
While Wei Ran responded, he quietly stepped back and raised the adjusted camera.
He used the viewfinder to frame Li Zhuang and Nurse Ji who were supporting each other, the little lama holding an oil lamp high in one hand and a box cannon waving in the other hand, and also framed the torch that had begun to move towards them in the far distance.
Long dragon.
"Squad leader, I took them out of the grass..."
Before Li Zhuang finished speaking, his feet gave way and he fell to the ground with Nurse Ji who he was supporting. Wei Ran even saw that the pair of cigarette pots and cigarette holders that belonged to Squad Leader Liu were thrown out of his pocket.
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Not only that, even the little lama who subconsciously wanted to help them fell into a ball and slipped down the slope.
"Hey! Be careful..."
Wei Ran only had time to remind him, but he also sat down on the tent while the world was spinning, and then his vision went dark and he lost consciousness.
When he woke up again, he found himself lying on a stretcher, and next to him was Li Zhuang, who was also lying on a stretcher.
"Comrade..."
Wei Ran weakly asked the young Red Army soldier carrying the stretcher, "Nurse Ji... Where is Nurse Ji? And where is the little lama?"
"They are on the stretcher in front." The little soldier smiled and raised his chin forward.
"You..." Wei Ran thought for a while and asked, "Are you a large force?"
"We came back specifically to look for sick patients."
The little soldier explained, "Last night, we heard a gunshot and concluded that the patient team must be nearby, so we set out before dawn, but we didn't expect..."
It turned out to be the reinforcements brought in by the little lama's gunshot...
Wei Ran looked at the two stretchers in front of him with difficulty, then at Li Zhuang who was still awake on the stretcher next to him, and asked the little soldier again, "Have you brought our things with you?"
"Bring it with you, bring it all."
The little warrior replied, "You have brought your weapons, blankets, oilcloths, lunch boxes, water bottles, medicine jars and oil lamps."
"Have you brought those two small glass bottles with you?" Wei Ran quickly asked, "One is brown and one is blue."
"Small glass bottle?"
The little warrior looked confused and said, "Maybe there is. I will help you look for it when you have a rest."
"Thanks..."
Before Wei Ran finished speaking, everything he could see was swallowed up by strong white light.
In this white light, he vaguely saw the high ground where he lived last night.
I saw two glass bottles and a pair of iron-legged horses reflecting the dazzling sunlight in a small puddle.
"Sure enough, we still fell...but...you...must survive..." Wei Ran sighed regretfully, letting the white light occupy his entire field of vision.
When the white light faded, the surrounding environment had turned into a hotel room. Wei Ran, who was so hungry a second ago that he was so hungry that he was palpitating and dizzy, once again felt the long-lost physiological feeling of satiety.
Wei Ran couldn't help but shiver, and looked at the metal book in front of him.
Perhaps it was waiting for him, but until this moment, the metal quill began to write lines of golden handwriting in a hurry:
long march
Liu Youxiang, the leader of the cooking team, died while collecting food while crossing the grassland in July 1936.
Zhang Erwa, a cook, died in a mire while exploring the grassland in July 1936.
Li Zhuang, the acting squad leader of the cooking class, joined the party gloriously after leading the team out of the grassland in August 1936. In November of the same year, he died heroically in the Battle of Shancastle.
"How... why did you sacrifice..." Wei Ran was startled, feeling that breathing became extremely difficult, "Didn't you walk out alive... how..."
When he was absent-minded, the metal quill did not stop and continued to write the following story:
The young lama (Jianpa Kelsang) followed the footsteps of the Workers' and Peasants' Red Army and entered the grassland to join the army in July 1936.
After walking out of the grassland in August of the same year, he formally joined the army under the pseudonym "Jiang Yu" and applied to join the party in November of the same year. He was honorably admitted to the party in 1937 and participated in the Anti-Japanese War and the Liberation War.
During the Battle of Qamdo in 1950, Jiang Yu (Jiangba Kelsang) was injured and disabled and retired.
In the autumn of 1952, he took the initiative to apply for transfer to Ganzi as a rural teacher.
In the summer of 1980, on a rainy night, it ended without any illness.
Nurse Ji Chunlan joined the Party honorably after walking out of the grassland in August 1936. She participated in the War of Resistance Against Japan, the War of Liberation, and the War to Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Tidal Waves.
In the autumn of 1952, Ji Chunlan died during a U.S. bombing raid while protecting the wounded.
While Wei Ran subconsciously clenched his fist, the quill pen still didn't stop, and continued to write lines of golden handwriting on another line.
In the winter of 1940, Jiang Yu (Jiangba Gesang) and Comrade Ji Chunlan became revolutionary partners.
In October 1945, the two gave birth to a son, named Jiang Ji.
In November 1949, after many searches, the two of them found Zhu Hongjun, the orphan of Comrade Zhao Wanya, and adopted her as their adopted daughter.
In the autumn of 1952, after Ji Chunlan's death, Jiang Yu (Jiangba Gesang), his young son Jiang Ji, and his adopted daughter Zhu Hongjun went to Jingchu. After half a year, they finally found Liu Youxiang's widow and children, and began to establish correspondence.
In the summer of 1980, after Jiang Yu (Jiangba Gesang) passed away, his son Jiang Ji and adopted daughter Zhu Hongjun respected their father's will and sent his body to Songpan Grassland for sky burial.
After writing this, the metal quill started another line again and wrote down a detailed address in Hongyuan County, as well as the name "Jiang Xiangyang" and a string of mobile phone numbers.
Rubbing his face vigorously, Wei Ran waited for a moment, and the metal quill pen wrote another line of golden handwriting: "Little comrade, this is the new world we built. She may not be perfect, she may still have some flaws.
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But I still hope you can like this new world. The future long march depends on you, and I hope you can make it better and better."
Leave it to us...
As Wei Ran sighed softly, the light yellow page turned to the back with confidence. The metal quill pen was also under the golden whirlpool, and he wrote apologetically, "Sorry, comrade, we really have nothing to leave you.
of."
After reading this sentence, Wei Ran knew without any knowledge or with a blessed mind that two bamboo baskets were carried on a pole in the golden vortex, and there was nothing in the bamboo baskets.
Those revolutionary predecessors said they gave him nothing, but in fact they gave him everything they could.
Wiping his face randomly, Wei Ran was about to turn to the previous page to see if the 24 photos he had taken were there, but the pages of the metal book began to flip forward, and finally stopped at the first page.
Page.
In Wei Ran's suddenly tensed nerves, the "Captain" in the "Rank" column also turned into a blood-red "Major".
Before his face showed joy, the metal book started turning the pages again, showing him the countdown beating on the whirlpool with Rollei twins and anti-Japanese swords.
What took so long...
Wei Ran raised his eyebrows. Both countdowns started at 1,000 hours, which translates to almost a month and a half.
Seeing that the quill that had completed the work returned to the cover, Wei Ran couldn't wait to turn to the latest page, took out the negatives in the paper bag next to the black and white photo and counted them carefully.
After confirming that none of the 24 negatives was too much or too little, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, took out his phone, opened the map function, and entered the address provided in the metal book.
"Not too far, not too close..."
Wei Ran muttered to himself, put away the medicine bottles and other items placed on the bath towel one by one, and locked them in the safe in the hotel room.
Sitting on the sofa, he recalled what happened before entering the historical episode. He picked up the car keys and left the hotel room. While going downstairs, he sent a message to Xia Shushi, who was still receiving oxygen in the hospital, and drove away again.
Went to the small high ground where the medicine bottles and other items were found.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Before leaving Songpan County, he went to a small supermarket to buy ice cream of various flavors, and then went to a small restaurant to pack some delicious dishes and a large bowl of ice cream.
rice.
Doesn't he know that "there are spirits in heaven" is just a self-comfort for the living, but how can he make himself look at everything he has experienced rationally?
After more than an hour's drive, when he returned here, there was heavy snowfall and cold wind blowing outside the car window.
Sitting in the car with the heater blowing on, Wei Ran shivered involuntarily, and then looked down at the jacket he was wearing and the down vest he was wearing underneath.
It was really hard for him to imagine how those people persisted in the past - even if he followed a small part of the journey.
Taking a deep breath, Wei Ran opened the car door, carried the food and drinks he bought, and walked towards the small highland again.
Returning to the camping spot, he placed the plates of food and drinks he had bought on the grass, then picked up an orange-flavored ice cream, tore it open, and sat cross-legged on the ground, in this snowy and cold weather.
He bit off a piece and chewed it with big mouthfuls.
"Your wish came true"
Wei Ran, who was chewing ice cream in his mouth, reported vaguely to the comrades, "Now the white rice can be eaten. You see, apart from the rice, the rest of what I brought is meat and vegetables. The price is too high."
It is very cheap and every household can afford it.
Everyone can also enjoy the ice cream, which comes in all flavors.
I also specially brought vanilla, chocolate and cantaloupe flavors for you to try."
Having said this, Wei Ran wiped his eyes, "In this brand new world you have created, Ram will no longer be treated as a slave.
No one can arbitrarily chop off other people's hands and feet or gouge out other people's eyes. No one is born to be someone else's mount. No one can use other people's skin to make thangkas or use skulls to make wine bowls.
Your wishes have come true. Although some people still feel that this new world is not perfect and fair enough, and there are still some flaws and dissatisfactions, the rest is left to us."
As he spoke, he took out the oil bucket from the metal book and filled the porcelain bowls with boiling hot butter tea with a large amount of sugar added.
In the dense water vapor, he could clearly see the young Red Army soldiers each holding an ice cream and happily eating it and sharing it with each other. The faces of those who were always young were also full of satisfaction and joy.
I hope this prosperous world goes as you wish...
After coming back to his senses, Wei Ran murmured in despair, put away the oil drum and carefully picked up the packaging bags around it, leaving only the porcelain bowls and plates filled with hot dishes and butter tea, and a plate full of torn
After opening the packaging bag, there are ice creams of various flavors, colors and shapes.
