What will it look like after the revolution is successful?
Shen Le felt sour in his heart again. He looked around by the bonfire. Among the soldiers around him, the youngest had a childish face, and the largest one had silver frost on his temples.
About a third of them had various injuries on their bodies, with their arms hanging, their legs wrapped, and their bandages stained with blood. Even those with no obvious injuries, hunger and exhaustion left them in very poor health.
How many of them have seen the world after the revolution succeeds?
"After the revolution is successful-"
Instructor's eyes were distant for a while. He raised his head slightly, as if he saw a place far, far away through the night forest, and he seemed to see the future long after through time and space:
"At that time, our place will be like a big city, with electricity--"
"What does it feel like to have electricity?"
The young soldier's eyes were filled with stars. Instructor held the notebook in his hand and gently stroked it with his knuckles:
"If there is electricity, at night, the whole house and even the road will be bright, and you can see everything clearly.
The electric light will not shake or smoke our eyes. At that time, we will not have to get so close or open our eyes so hard to see clearly the words on the notebook...
"That's great--"
The young warrior sighed sincerely. Around him, a group of warriors stood up one after another and sighed:
"It's great---. I really wish I could see such days and sit under the electric light---"
You will see it. Shen Le's tears are rolling in his eyes. You will definitely see it, although I don't know how many people sitting here have seen this day---·
However, thanks to you, many, many people, from 40 million compatriots to the current 1.3 billion compatriots, have seen this day!
"It's definitely possible! Let's hold on a little longer!"
"But Instructor, we have run out of food----"
"Yes, there are not many bullets left. The most we can do is fight one more battle."
"You have had a fever for several days and there is no medicine--.-"
The soldiers were talking quietly. In the center of the crowd, Instructor raised a smile:
"These are temporary difficulties that can be overcome. Come on, last time I communicated with the outside world, I copied a poem by Army Commander. I will read it to everyone---..."
He didn't need to look at the notebook in his hand, he just straightened out his voice and read word for word:
"How do you feel about beheading today?"
Starting a business is hard and full of battles.
I'm going to Quantai to recruit old troops.
A hundred thousand banners will kill Yama."
He read it softly, and Shen Le was also in his heart, repeating it word for word. The soldiers listened attentively and held their breath. After hearing Instructor read it once, they began to explain again:
"This was written by Army Commander several years ago when he was being hunted by Kuomintang. At that time, Army Commander left this record:
In the winter of 1936, Meishan was besieged. This happened after the Red Army's Long March. At that time, the army commander led a team to deal with the enemy near Ruijin, Jiangxi, and in the mountainous area of southern Jiangxi -·..
"Ruijin!" Beside Shen Le, a young soldier spoke softly, his eyes shining brightly:
"Ruijin! Is there anyone else there?"
"Yes, someone is here." Instructor nodded solemnly:
"Not everyone left with the Long March. Some stayed to fight, and some went north to distract the enemy's pursuers. Army Commander was the group that stayed.
Next, he said that he had been lying in the jungle for more than twenty days with his remaining injuries, and he couldn't get rid of his worries. He wrote three poems and left them on the bottom of his clothes.
"Yu" is "I". I was injured, sick, and lying in the bushes------a thatched shack like ours now. For more than twenty days, I was worried that there was no way to escape.
He wrote three poems. Unlike us now, where we have paper and notebooks, he could only keep the poems he had written in the lining of his clothes."
Instructor's voice was solemn, and the soldiers around Shen Le all heard their breathing quicken, as if they were on the scene, running, dealing, and persevering with Army Commander. Instructor's voice suddenly became excited:
"Army Commander The situation at that time was much more dangerous than ours now. He can survive it. Comrades, do you have the confidence to persevere to the end?"
"Yes!"
He answered neatly and gently. Shen Le followed up with a fist:
Keep it up, keep it up. We won in the end, we beat out the Japanese, and we were liberated!
The gentle sound of reading began again. Suddenly, in the howling mountain wind, a suppressed cry came:
"Hurry up! The enemy is coming from Sou Shan!"
Enemy!
There is an enemy!
Shen Le is horrifying. But this small team is used to any emergencies. Someone takes the responsibility.
Someone put out the bonfire on the ground, and more people immediately packed up their weapons and equipment. They lined up and began to move.
Shen Le was still sandwiched in the center of the team. Only this time, he was holding the coal Oil Lamp, and stretched his arms as hard as he could to press them closer to the ground.
They bent over and hurriedly turned around the top of the mountain. The shouts and scolds were getting closer and closer. Shen Le looked up while busy on the mountain road. The torches were shining brightly, and they were surrounded from all directions.
As they climbed up the mountain, the space for their team to move became smaller and smaller. Finally, everyone had to get into a cave:
It's not so much a cave as it is a small recessed part of the mountain wall. Everyone had to bend down and bend their knees to get in and lie down next to each other.
It was so dark inside the cave that I couldn't see my fingers. Shen Le lay on the stone and tried hard to hear what was going on outside.
The sound of heavy footsteps came from far away, then gradually faded away. Someone shouted:
"Did you find it?"
"No!"
"Look somewhere else! One by one, burn this place down!"
A torch drew a high arc and fell on the thatch. Shen Le Hold your breath and watch the fire outside getting closer and closer...
There was a warning in the firelight, and the soldiers lay tightly on the ground, motionless. Only the innermost part of the cave,
Instructor half sat up, holding a carbon strip, and wrote on the stone on the cave wall:
"How do you feel about today's beheading...-
The fire was approaching, but before it reached the entrance of the cave, the billowing heat had already rushed over. Shen Le clenched his fists and listened to his heart beating wildly:
Will I die?
Will this person I possess die?
These soldiers, will they die?
How many of these soldiers can survive this round of arrests, and how many of them can see New China?
The field of vision went dark and then brightened again. In the palm of my hand, the handle of Little Oil Lamp was beating gently, sending out numb electric light in waves:
[I am also very useful!]
[I am also very useful!]
Sigh---Okay, okay, you are very useful, right? Shen Le stroked the iron part in his hand and closed his eyes quietly.
Many of the soldiers that day should have survived, and the little warrior carrying the Oil Lamp must have survived. So, will this Little Oil Lamp be preserved and used until after the war?
Well, with this experience, Little Oil Lamp should be a good child, a child who can be taught well?
It is just lonely and just wants to seek attention. Please give it more advice and comfort it later.
Should there be no more trouble?
In any case, this night finally passed peacefully, and Little Oil Lamp did not cause any trouble. Early the next morning, Shen Le went out to work with his instructor as usual. When he came back, he found that the whole village was in chaos:
"Bingbing Why haven't you come back yet?"
"Do you know where Bingbing went to play?"
"Where have you seen him?"
An old woman with snow-white hair was holding a cane and paralyzed at the entrance of the village. Children came and went. Every time they passed by her, she would ask:
"Have you seen Bingbing?"
"Didn't see it!"
"Didn't see it!"
The children in the village are not very old. The younger ones have just learned to walk, and the older ones are five, six, seven or eight years old. Their parents are working in other places and have no time to take care of them, so they are sent back to the elderly at home.
You can imagine how much the old people will watch when such a group of children become naughty.
Bingbing is one of the children. He is just seven years old, an age that even dogs dislike. Today I ran out to play with my friends. As the sun set, everyone else came back, but he got lost!
In this vast mountain, I lost my way, fell off the cliff, fell into the ravine, and was bitten by a snake - there are many, many possibilities that could swallow a child.
To find him, to find him as soon as possible!
When it comes to children, not only the elders in the village are concerned, but even Shen Le and his group are following the children one by one and searching for them from house to house.
After asking for a long time, a little girl finally asked about the whereabouts of Bingbing:
"He said he went to--explore a--whatever hole!""
What hole?
What hole?
Are there any caves near here?
The cave in the eyes of a child may not be the cave in the eyes of an adult.
It might be a small pit, a tomb, or simply a tree hole. The child randomly named it like this...·
The old people discussed for a while and started calling people. Shangtian Village's other three resident groups,
Xiatian Village, several surrounding villages, relatives and friends:
Help find the child!!!
And the Senior Martial Brother brothers of Shen Le, drive Baidu Maps, drive Amap, and ask their classmates and friends they know, "There is a place called Baishidong nearby. Have you heard of it? Where is it? How to get there?"
Soon, the village was full of chaos, and twenty or thirty flashlights were shining with starlight, disappearing into the darkness outside the village.
Shen Le and Senior Martial Brother brothers locked their mentor in the village and without any hesitation, they joined the team searching the mountains and looking for children. The mentor was angry and was taken into the room by two students. Yuan Zi was unconvinced:
"You actually didn't let me go! One by one, I climbed up the mountain road faster than you!"
"Teacher, you are in the middle to contact the command! If rescue is needed, you need to brush your face to call the rescue team!"
Senior Brother Zhuang put his hands on the instructor's shoulders and coaxed him to his seat. Shen Le was silent behind him, and quickly moved Little Oil Lamp around:
If it can be connected, just connect it. If it can't be connected, just twist it with copper wire and tie it up forcibly. I don't press the kerosene or light the wick. I just hold Little Oil Lamp in my hand with a weird look on my face:
In his mind, a silver-white map unfolded. A silver line, rising, pressing down, turning, pointing to the end point.
On the stone at the end, there is a row of large characters engraved on it, painted with red paint, which is extremely eye-catching:
Hundred Battles Cave!
In Spirit Eye, the silvery white light on Little Oil Lamp rose and shrank, causing a lively excitement.