In fact, there is nothing to be afraid of re-walking the Long March Road, especially when it is developed into a tourist attraction. However, after taking a nap, all the surrounding scenes have changed, although the scenery has not changed in general.
But there were many dead people around.
"Oh my God, this is really a repeat of the Long March."
The corpses along the way all fell forward. There was no need for anyone to guide them. Just follow the fallen corpses and you would know the way forward. Han Cheng was lying on the ground and was about to get up when he heard something in his ear.
There were several shouts and curses.
"You white bitches are going to die a happy death!"
"Oh, we are going to have to die a good death? Erzi, let him eat the steamed buns, let's make him die a bad death first!"
Diagonally opposite, a ragged Red Army soldier was pointed at by five guns, and a man came next to him with a white-faced steamed bun. This white-faced steamed bun was very big, bigger than a person's face. There is no problem with white-faced steamed buns, because
The person holding it even broke off a small piece and ate it, but this was not a normal way to eat steamed buns.
"Well, wow..."
The white-faced steamed buns were immediately stuck on the soldier's face, and he was unable to make a strong resistance at all. He could only be suffocated to death.
"A bunch of hungry ghosts, I want you to eat well so you can go on the road, you fucking eat it!"
But apart from Han Cheng who is still alive, who else is still around? If two people are to fight against five or six people, they may not be able to fight if they are full, but now they are all hungry ghosts, and they have no strength to stand up.
"Hmph, what's so interesting about a bunch of dead ghosts? Let's go and report to the commander that the main force of the bandits has fled. Our army has won a complete victory and will be wiped out... How many dead people are there?"
"A total of one hundred and ten corpses."
"Ah, yes, we have wiped out more than 200 bandit troops in total. Okay, don't be stunned. Each person fires three shots, and the others throw bullets according to the situation. It takes so much effort to shoot, what's the use of making such a mess.
"
These people threw several rounds from the bullet belts, some threw three rounds, and some threw five rounds.
"Is everything done? Once we've done it, we'll leave. After receiving the reward, we still have to go drink."
Han Cheng lay down and counted the gunshots. He fired more than a hundred shots in total, and then lined up and walked away. After an unknown period of time, Han Cheng dared to stand up. There should be no one left alive. He picked up a gun from the ground.
, and then looked at his bullet belt. There were no bullets, they were all small wooden sticks.
I used all my strength to pull the bolt, but there was no bullet inside. It was no wonder that there was no effective counterattack. Being shot to death was better than being suffocated to death.
Although he was very hungry, Han Cheng didn't even think about picking up the steamed bun. Once he picked it up, he felt very guilty.
It's best to leave here as soon as possible, because the enemy may come back at any time, and besides, I have no power to restrain the chicken, so it's not easy to do something that will lead to the same death.
"This white flour steamed bun is so white, I can smell the aroma."
He picked up twenty rounds of bullets from the ground and put them into his bullet belt. He had to thank the bunch of cowards just now. If he really tried his best to clean the battlefield, Han Cheng would definitely have died here.
Holding the gun, he limped forward slowly, but did not look for any fallen corpses, because in this body's obsession, these fallen people were all his comrades.
"Although the weather isn't too cold, when will it be?"
Han Cheng didn't know what time it was or where he had gone. He only knew that he might not be able to turn back. In this wilderness, it would be so easy to find a shelter, let alone this place.
The grass on the road was torn apart in various ways. It can only be said that after the large army passed by, it was like a locust plague.
The result of the corpses here is that you can meet a lot of wild dogs that eat the corpses along the way. No one buries the revolutionary soldiers who died on the road, so the only ones to deal with are these ghosts and monsters. After the wild dogs ate the corpses, their eyes were all red.
Many old people have said that they have returned to their wild nature and want to eat people.
Along the way, Hancheng used the butt of his rifle to kill several wild dogs that tried to attack him, and hung the dead dogs on his body, so that these wild dogs did not dare to approach. These wild dogs have all eaten people, isn't this quite
As for eating people, I can't do it and I can't do it.
But after all, the weather is getting warmer, and the dandelions on the road have begun to grow. I don’t know if I can eat other things. Anyway, dandelions will definitely not kill people. If they can’t be eaten, then eat them. I ate dandelions when I was a child.
The taste can only be said to be average, provided that the dandelions have not bloomed yet. Once they bloom, the dandelions will not taste good.
However, today's dandelions are all in bloom, so they taste very bitter and astringent, just like eating a rag.
"If this wild dog hadn't eaten human flesh, I would have skinned you, cramped your muscles, roasted you and eaten your flesh right away."
Throw the dead dog on your shoulder directly to the ground, then find a safer place, pick up the firewood that can be burned on the ground, and build a fire before night falls.
You have to make a fire, even if you are hungry, you have to light a fire. Once you don't make a fire, you won't know how you died at night.
How many wolves and wild dogs have been fattened by the corpses along the way? After all, these are troubled times. If it weren't for the old muff in his hand and the curse before death, which clearly told him the age, Han Cheng would have thought this was the end of the world.
"Baigouzi... I'm hungry."
He kept walking and stopping along the way, hiding in a pit when he saw it, and waiting until he felt safe before leaving. However, his stomach was never full. Han Cheng knew what it meant to be skinny. After walking for a whole day, he would eat on the road.
They are all wild vegetables and so on. I can pull out my belly and pour two bowls of water into it without spilling any.
Crossing mountains and rivers, there are some things that don't mean you can quickly find a way out if you give up. In this wilderness, if you don't want to die here, you can only keep moving forward. There is no second way.
"Da da da da..."
As I was walking on the road, I seemed to find a few horses in front of me, and the people on the horses seemed to be waiting for me.
"Brothers of the Red Army, which department are you in?"
Han Cheng squinted his eyes and saw a yellow military uniform, but you couldn't tell which force it was.
"Click!"
If nothing else, just load the gun first, then pick it up with great effort.
"I am a member of the Workers' and Peasants' Red Army. What do these brothers mean?"
"It's nothing. Just admit it. Our commander would like to ask you, a brother from the Red Army, to come over."
"Take a trip? Impossible!"
Han Cheng threw the gun away, then took out a grenade bomb from the small bag he was carrying, and then said directly to the group of people.
"Hmph! You are here to enjoy the glory and wealth. I just hope this brother can think about it carefully."
These people in yellow clothes spread out slightly. The guns in these people's hands were not pointed at Han Cheng. They looked at Han Cheng like they were walking dogs and did not dare to get close.
"Pa bang bang..."
Just when the group of people wearing shitty yellow military uniforms were having fun, several gunshots made the group react quickly.
"No, their people are coming, retreat!"
Han Cheng held up the grenade. Why didn't he fire the grenade? Because this one was fake and there was no explosive in the middle. It was filled with loess.
"Comrade, which part are you from?"
"I...I am from the Sixth Red Army."
After saying that, Han Cheng fainted, and his long march of nearly a month was finally over.