Chapter 65 A Night in Baotonggang (Xie Juezai )

After crossing the Dadu River, we headed towards northwest Sichuan, striving to join forces with the Fourth Red Army.On the way forward, we encountered a very difficult place - Baotonggang. I stopped for a day at the foot of the post, saying that the troops in front couldn't get through.The next day we set off at 9:00 a.m., and within a mile, the enemy plane arrived, and everyone died under the trees.The enemy planes went and came again, but we ended up squatting still. It was almost noon before he started to squirm.Heh, it turned out that it was up the mountain, with steep grass walls and narrow zigzag roads. Didn't you walk this kind of road a lot? Why is it so slow?Turning a slope, the trees gradually became dense, and because the sun was not seen all year round, the soil turned into black mud, so I could only walk on the roots or branches of the trees, and kicked the small stones in the mud with one heel and one foot.It was too steep and I couldn't go up. Holding the small bamboo, I fell down the stream, from this rock to another rock, and came into the woods again.Some Miqings, like doors made of bamboo branches, bent over to walk in, with freshly cut knife marks, which turned out to be opened by the vanguard.When I was at the foot of the mountain, the common people said to me: "You can walk, but it is difficult to ride an animal." Who knew that there was no road at all, only some traces of climbing.

Look at the sky, it is said that the height to the top of the mountain is only 18 miles, but it is said that it is impossible to walk.A voice came from the front: "Camp, camp!" How to camp?It is good to pick a plane that can place things three or four feet away.We all know that this night is not easy to pass, there must be a fire, but there are many dead branches, and one pile after another catches fire all at once.Because I was in the queue, I was blanketed behind. Although the distance was only twenty or thirty feet away, it was so difficult to go down to find it, and besides, I couldn't sleep on the black mud.The weather was not beautiful, and it began to rain.Raindrops were pouring down the trees, people were holding umbrellas, and they were warming up by the fire. I borrowed an ocean basin to sit on. Many comrades were sitting and snoring. I didn't sleep all night.

Wanting to get some water to drink, the cook comrade lit a fire and went down to fetch water. About half an hour later, he brought a bucket of water and was setting it on fire, but unfortunately it was spilled.But just before dawn, they have cooked two barrels of corn paste for us to drink! "Let's go! It seems that there is a little shadow of the sun, and it will be good to reach the top of the mountain." Standing on the top of the mountain and looking: Ouch!There is a road, full of mud, on the steep part, beware of "taking a car" (the name of rolling down), on the flat part, the mud is knee-deep; the stones in the mud disappeared, and several horses got stuck in the mud Can't get out.

How to go?In order to go around the mud, some go down the ravine and walk along the round stones, and some climb trees and climb the rocks; where the ravines cannot be descended or the rocks cannot be climbed, they climb the roadside trees or bamboo branches and leap forward.Walking and walking again and again, when the sun was at its peak, I went out of the forest and saw many people washing and cooking in the river below the mountain.The mud on the road was gone, but it was still slippery. Unfortunately, I took the "car" twice after leaving the forest. I went to the river to wash off the mud on my feet and legs. I was very thirsty, and my comrades took a teapot to boil water, "Give me a bowl of water!" I said.He poured a bowl of it, it was muddy, who knew it was boiled mule meat, without salt, but the taste was very fresh, I still remember it to this day.