Chapter 3 Chapter 1: Emergency News in the Storm

one A train sped south.One of the flatbeds carried a small jeep and a medium jeep. Qin Zhen, deputy commander of the Corps, sat in his seat next to the driver of the small jeep. Rain pours down the windshield, The wind swirls the rain into the jeep, The cool raindrops fell on Qin Zhen's face. His American military overcoat and the collar of his slightly open military jacket were soaked, and the rain gathered and flowed down his neck and onto his chest. Staff officers and guards asked him several times to move to the back of the medium-sized jeep radio car, but he flatly refused.Because at this turning point in history, he would rather advance in a storm.This is not only because he has spent most of his life in the open air, a soldier is to nature, just like a hunter is to the big forest, no matter how hard he is, he is at peace.At this moment, Qin Zhen has a special and even secret reason, that is, after the liberation of Beijing, countless old comrades-in-arms who had been separated from each other for many years suddenly met again. They couldn't recognize each other at once.Although Qin Zhen's cheeks were still rosy and his eyes were still as alert, someone still patted his stomach and said jokingly, "You look so blessed!" It's a bit early, but unfortunately, the fact is that his stomach has been protruding slightly from under the military uniform undisguisedly.Most people say that this is the beginning of aging in life, but Qin Zhen refuses to admit it no matter what. For this reason, when the staff officers and guards took turns persuading him to take shelter in a medium-sized jeep, he shook his hand and refused. A smile flashed beside him——he didn't want to laugh, and he didn't even feel it, but he really smiled complacently, "...it's all in the air!" He straightened his back and sat down. In front of his extraordinary spirit, the storm seemed to say in amazement: "Ah! What a strong and youthful man this is." Man!" Just as he has gone through the hail of guns and bullets countless times, going through life and death, and winning victories, now the rapid running in the rough and violent wind and rain on the northern Great Plains also brings him infinite ambition and infinite pride.

The canvas awning of the little jeep was swayed by the wind like the wings of a giant bird, flying up and down, making a sound like shouting. Suddenly, a small light bulb in the corner of the window lit up, emitting a faint light. Qin Zhen turned his head and opened his eyes wide: Oh, it's Staff Officer Huang. Staff Officer Huang said: "Chief, the Central Emergency Report!" Then he handed him a small picture pouch containing the telegram. This little map bag is longer and narrower than a small notebook, has a lock on it, and holds the telegram inside.For Qin Zhen, since becoming a commander, this thing has been so intimate and familiar to him, yet so secretive and unfamiliar.It will bring him joy, but it will also bring him anxiety; it will bring him his desire to be fulfilled as scheduled, and it will also bring him unpredictable suspense.Now, he took it, pondered for a moment, opened the skirt of the coat with one hand, took out the reading glasses from the pocket of the military uniform, and put them on.He opened the small leather bag, and nimbly pulled out a telegram from it with his fingers. When he leaned closer to the light, he saw that it read:

His hands trembled slightly. The train rushed in the violent storm, and the wheels could not be heard clearly, but thousands of strong sounds gathered into one roar, shaking the sky and the earth. His eyes are subtle, sometimes excited, sometimes melancholy, indicating the rapid changes in his heart.But in the end, his countenance was enveloped by a clear and solemn look.He was already immersed in deep memories, as if a warm current was penetrating deeply into his heart. During the day, Qin Zhen was still in Beijing.At noon, he was notified by the General Office of the Central Military Commission to attend a rally at the East Hall on the first floor of the Beijing Hotel at 7:00 p.m.Since it was notified by the Military Commission, this must be an important meeting, but he wondered: Why did I go to such a meeting?Why was I asked to attend such a meeting before I rushed to the front line in Central China? ...Of course, he cannot answer these questions himself.It was a very busy day for him.Since accepting the mission at the field army headquarters the night before, he has not closed his eyes day and night.Facing a huge historical turning point, the entire battle situation is about to become clear and open. The leader of the field army decided to send Qin Zhen to the front line in Central China immediately to control and command the front-line troops to cope with sudden changes that may occur at any time.Qin Zhen pretended to be relaxed and said, "I was standing in the front." But he did feel how heavy the burden was on his shoulders before the arrival of the commander of the regiment.But as an old commander, he seemed to spend his entire career under heavy burdens, and the heavier the burden, the more he called out his heroic spirit of going forward and going all out.Relying on the pleasure of being on the battlefield and the experience of carefully preparing for the work, during the day and night, he and the chief of staff studied all the specific deployments of the southward operation; together with the logistics minister, he imagined the possible supply difficulties that may occur in the southward operation.In the rest of the time, he also dealt with some personal matters, such as writing a letter to his wife in Harbin, and visiting some old comrades who were scheduled to meet. When shaking his hands, there seems to be a wish for victory.As always, when a burden was on his shoulders, he became more calm, patient, and thoughtful than ever.This is not just the rich experience of an old commander, but has become a natural instinct of him.At this time, if an explosive fire is needed, he can also ignite and detonate the flame safely and accurately by himself.At such moments, his face will be more rosy, his eyes will be more alert, his whole body will be as energetic and determined as the morning sun; throughout the day and night, he thinks and orders, until he is tired and sleepy overwhelmed him.He wants to sit down and think about it, is there anything missing?Is there any oversight?Before he knew it, he buried himself in the smooth and soft black leather sofa, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.After an unknown amount of time, he was awakened suddenly by the ringing of the phone, and the Military Commission informed him to go to the Beijing Hotel for a meeting.

According to the custom of the soldiers, he decided to arrive at the Beijing Hotel a quarter of an hour earlier, that is, at 6:45.The little jeep stopped in front of the Beijing Hotel with a screeching sound. He walked up the steps and walked through the revolving glass door, only to suddenly realize that he was so familiar with this place. I lived in a room with ancient furnishings, and also lived in a house with Japanese "tatami" in Cuimingzhuang.At that time, he had flown to several hotspots where war broke out to carry out "mediation". He had fought fiercely and inextricably in the Concord Hospital for the gains and losses of one city and one place, and to expose the conspiracy of false mediation and real civil war.Therefore, everything here is so familiar to him.As soon as he entered the door, he turned east, along the walls inlaid with yellow wood panels, and walked slowly through the long corridor on the red carpet.

It was the winter of 1946. After the surrender of Japanese imperialism, people always thought that they had survived the bitter waters, but they didn't know that the black clouds of civil war gradually hung heavily over this ancient and disaster-ridden land of the Chinese nation. Take a look at the map! Exploding sparks flickered in many places. An inevitable bloodshed, a big battle, is inevitable and imminent. From several months of "mediation" and "negotiation", Qin Zhen saw more and more clearly: the fate of the people, the fate of the country, and the fate of the revolution can only be finally answered through a war of blood and fire.He felt that he should go back to the battlefield, command thousands of troops, and fight against the enemy armed to the teeth.Yes, the day of volunteering to kill the enemy landed in front of him again. Without hesitation, he happily chose his own path. He believed that this was the journey of life and death with the nation and a shared destiny.

Under Qin Zhen's repeated requests, he was ordered to return to the Northeast Liberated Area.When he was in his last meeting, after a heated argument with his opponent at the negotiating table, he headed for the door with his head held high.The U.S. representative in a green jacket and gold-rimmed glasses extended his hand to say goodbye to him. Perhaps this is the so-called politeness of Western civilization!The bomb with the American logo is causing casualties and grief... However, Qin Zhen shook hands with him frankly and showed a kind smile.The American said: "General! Hope we can meet soon."

Qin Zhen said calmly: "I will talk about the friendship of a landlord and accompany you to travel all over China." He turned around at once, and suddenly stood face to face with the representatives of the Kuomintang.He keenly saw the sly and arrogant look on the other person's face, and he felt an uncontrollable disgust in his heart, and his two eyes kept shooting at that person like sharp swords.How long are these grim seconds.Like two swords fighting.The other party was gradually frustrated and retreated, and the man's eyes were overshadowed.However, he wrinkled his face tightly and wanted to save the final defeat.He seemed to have considered it before uttering a sentence through his teeth:

"The snowstorm on the Songhua River is freezing!" "No, I'm worried for Your Excellency, the blood and tears of the people will overwhelm you!" The man shuddered all over, and his face became pale. A wonderful smile flashed across Qin Zhen's lips, and he magnanimously stretched out his hand to shake that cold, sweaty hand.He didn't expect that at this moment he would laugh out loud, the laughter came and went quickly like a summer rainstorm, very restrained and polite, he turned around and walked out the door at the right time. "History is so merciless!" he thought, "It hasn't been long since this happened, and now I'm back here again." The Beijing Hotel still has the same revolving glass doors and the same spiral staircase that divides into two sides. Still covered with a scarlet carpet.But the arrogant faces of foreign men, the obsequious smiles of Chinese women, the smell of American cigarettes and French perfume that once made him sad have been swept away from here forever. "Yes, history has drawn its due conclusion." For a split second, Qin Zhen felt an echo echoing from the surrounding yellow walls:

"Everything that is reversed is reversed." His train of thought was interrupted at this moment, and he had already arrived at the door of the East Hall. three Qin Zhen looked up and was stunned.He thought he had arrived early, but the bright hall was already full of people. What made him particularly regretful was that some people who were older than him had already rushed ahead of him, sitting at the long table in the middle of the hall and waiting, but he had just arrived. A few large chandeliers hang down from the ceiling, and countless small and exquisite crystal pieces form a fringe. Under the illumination of many lights, it looks like thousands of tiny stars twinkling.The walls of the hall are equipped with half-section wall panels inlaid with Philippine wood panels, and there are wall lamps on the four walls.Amidst all these lights, the vast and stately hall was silent, solemnly silent.Qin Zhen quickly scanned the venue, but he didn't see a single soldier, most of them seemed to be democrats.He noticed that an old man with a small black hat on his head, majestic eyes, and a long beard spread across his chest whispered something to the man next to him wearing glasses with profound myopia.The latter cupped his ear with one hand to enhance his hearing, then nodded, his expression also serious.All this makes the hall full of hope and anticipation.And no one wanted to break the condensed silence with sound or movement at this moment.It's like gathering a group of people in the corridor outside the operating room, but when the door of the operating room is opened a crack, a voice, a gesture, and an expression come out to decide everyone's fate.Qin Zhen suddenly realized how young he was in front of so many old people and elders!It seemed that an invisible force was pushing him to join this rank, but he did not dare to join this rank as if he were an equal.He looked around, found a soft leather chair in the corner of the wall, and walked towards it with light steps.At this moment, many question marks that had appeared in the past rose again: Why did I participate in this kind of meeting?Why did I come to this meeting before I rushed to the Central China front for a decisive battle? ...

At this moment, at exactly seven o'clock, a figure appeared at the door. People recognized him in an instant. Because of this, Qin Zhen's eyes lit up suddenly, his body was still so flexible, bouncing like a spring, and a kind name filled his heart: "Heh, Vice Chairman Zhou..." Zhou Enlai wore a gray cloth uniform, which was simple, generous and neat. He walked straight to the middle of the hall with brisk steps.Many people stood up, and others were about to stand up.But Zhou Enlai stopped everyone.His right hand, which was fractured while riding a horse in Yan'an, was used to being slightly bent and stuck to the right flank, but now he raised it high and greeted everyone frequently.He asked everyone to sit down as usual, and under his long black eyebrows, a pair of bright eyes quickly scanned the venue.Everyone in the audience felt that his gaze had stayed on his face for a moment.His whole figure and appearance are so handsome and hearty.If you feel the solemnity and solemnity of his eyes, you will also find that his almost imperceptible smile is so kind and moving.He walked to the long table in the middle of the hall and stood there for a moment.The whole venue immediately became silent.His accent is always so clear, and his articulation is always so accurate.Now, in tones full of passion, he said:

"Comrades! Friends! I have good news for you!" Qin Zhen sat on the soft leather chair and stared at Vice Chairman Zhou without looking away. Since he came to the Central Soviet Area, he had met Vice Chairman Zhou countless times. He respected and loved him so much.Loushan Pass, Zunyi, Snowy Mountains and Grasslands, especially the meeting when we withdrew from the Central Soviet Area to open up the Xiangjiang River... like a series of movie images, flashing through my mind quickly.He is familiar with his warm smile like a spring breeze, his astonishing spirit like a thunderbolt, and his decisive voice at every turning point in history.At this moment, every nerve in Qin Zhen's body was tense, and like everyone present, he held his breath. Zhou Enlai raised his calm, clear and loud voice a little higher, and he solemnly declared: "Since the Nanjing Kuomintang government has refused to sign the peace agreement, there is no need for us to wait any longer. Chairman Mao Zedong and Commander-in-Chief Zhu De have ordered our million-strong army to break through the dangerous Yangtze River immediately, and the Chinese people will end the days when the Chiang dynasty ruled It's coming soon!..." The warm applause in the hall suddenly swirled like the waves of the sea. During the applause, Qin Zhen felt that Vice Chairman Zhou's gaze stayed on his face for a moment.He saw him and seemed to give him a slight nod, his eyes seemed to tell him something silently, but then his face turned to everyone again, and he continued talking. What an exciting time this is!The bells of history have already been rung by those who made history. Qin Zhen struggled from the pool of blood of the failure of the Great Revolution, and experienced every catastrophic moment in the long war.But now this decisive battle is completely different from previous wars, full of unique profound meaning.As a result, a desire for war strongly occupied the heart of this old soldier.He straightened his chest high, like a soldier accepting an assault mission, his usually smiling eyes immediately flashed a majestic and sharp light. ——Yes, Nanjing is just around the corner, and the next step is Wuhan's turn... Qin Zhen's heart has already rushed from this hall to the south where he had been away for more than 20 years. At this moment, how much Qin Zhen wanted to run to the vice chairman and shake hands with him!However, he still closely followed a clue of his thoughts: perhaps, Vice Chairman Zhou asked the General Office of the Military Commission to notify him to come to the meeting, maybe he deliberately asked him to come here to understand the deep meaning of this final decisive battle, maybe he asked He came here to accept the mission of fighting back to the old Soviet area.No, Vice Chairman Zhou's piercing glance at him seemed to have a deeper meaning, as if it was something related to him.Due to the complicated changes in his heart, after the whole hall became a sensation, his thoughts had become blurred.He remembered a man with a thin body and a clear face who said in a low and trembling voice: He would go to the Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum to pay a funeral in person to comfort Mr. Sun Yat-sen's spirit in heaven; there was also a lady with silver hair who said in a passionate voice : The day Mr. hoped for has finally come. He didn't see this day with his own eyes, but this is what he has been fighting for all his life... There was a huge upsurge in the hall.Qin Zhen was swirled and shocked by this wave. He felt the flickering lights and flickering eyes in this hall, but he couldn't hear every word and every word of people.However, everything here has been condensed into his belief and strength. Qin Zhen's eyes were moist, as if a scalding heat had penetrated into his lungs. He looked at his watch.Twilight had passed, night had fallen, and it was time for him to set off.He couldn't delay here any longer. He looked at Vice Chairman Zhou again. Vice Chairman Zhou raised his brows and looked solemnly, listening to people's speeches.Qin Zhen made a silent farewell in his heart: "Goodbye! Vice Chairman, I will report back to you..." He tiptoed quietly along the wall and walked out of the venue. Four The April night in Beijing was cold and desolate. Qin Zhen stood at the entrance of the Beijing Hotel for a while to calm himself down. His guard, Xiao Chen, rushed over and put the American overcoat seized in the Liaoshen Campaign on his shoulders. When he came out of the warm hall, he felt that the night air was very cool and fresh.He took a breath of fresh air, feeling unspeakably comfortable, then strode down the steps and walked towards the small olive-colored jeep that drove over. Qin Zhen is a person who pays attention to appearance. He often says: "A soldier must have the demeanor of a soldier!" After coming out of the Whampoa Military Academy, he has always abided by the military creed of "tidy military appearance".However, he would rather wear a coat now, perhaps because he thinks it can better show his relaxed and chic demeanor before the battle. The jeep quickly sent him to Qianmen West Station. He jumped down and looked around the empty, dark place. ——Why is it the West Station and not the East Station? His brows were furrowed together. He immediately remembered that Staff Officer Huang had already reported to him in advance that the military train stopped at the West Railway Station.He smiled silently. —Is it for secrecy?What secret is there now! At this time, he was about to step into the silent gate of the West Railway Station, when he suddenly turned around and stopped.He really wanted to take another look at the lights on the streets of Beijing, feeling nostalgic and melancholy in his heart.Is this just the old habit of saying goodbye to each station?No.After Beijing was liberated, he spent more than a month here with his only relative and comrade-in-arms Ding Zhenwu who had shared weal and woe for decades.For this family that changes battles frequently and does not get together more often, there are only two couples but one is often at the front and the other is at the rear, almost accustomed to living in solitude, loneliness, and suspense, this kind of gathering is even more precious and happy .At this moment, when he was about to bid farewell to Beijing and join the war, he especially felt the warmth of the lights in Beijing, because the lights of Wanjia also contained his happiness.This time, he didn't want his wife to bear the sorrow of parting alone.Every time he parted, his wife would see him off alone, but this time, he had to see his wife off anyway.So he arranged for her to go back to Harbin a week earlier than him.He told his wife that he didn't know when he would be ordered to leave, but the work of the Military Medical Academy urgently required her to go back.She sighed softly and said: "This is the last war..." She didn't say anything more, but her heart was like a mirror.She felt so empty in her heart that she couldn't accompany him to fight back to the old Soviet area and hometown.Qin Zhen fully understood Ding Zhenwu's state of mind at that moment, but he deliberately did not show any traces, and decided to break up peacefully as if nothing had happened.However, when he stood on the platform and watched her off, he still saw his wife's uncontrollable mournful expression behind the car window, and he felt a little sad in his heart.He smiled wryly, and thought: "Alas, countless longings are the characteristics of a soldier's love!  …" He reached for his coat. He wanted to drive away the love of women here. He can't bear it. He has always thought that emotional aging is more terrible than physical aging. Didn't he and she feel the pain of parting more and more each time as they grow older? - No, can't... Suddenly, he heard a sound shaking the sky over Beijing, which surprised him.For a moment he could hardly tell what was going on.But he immediately came to his senses: it was the shrill wailing of an air-raid siren across the night sky.He unconsciously raised his head and looked at the sky. Except for the howling of a beast, everything was so calm and peaceful—the lights on the street were not extinguished, and pedestrians walked their own way as usual.He understood that this was his own psychological alarm. It would fly from Beijing to the Yellow River to the Yangtze River. It was warning people all over China: Although the dawn is ahead, the night is not yet gone. We must move forward and we must fight. So the shrill voice echoed in Qin Zhen's heart. His eagerness to get into the decisive battle overwhelmed everything else. The two sleeves of the overcoat flicked quickly, he turned around, and walked towards the dimly lit and silent platform. This afternoon, he once gave an order to Staff Officer Huang to arrange a ride. I wonder if Staff Officer Huang followed his will?Since he had just been liberated, everything was not yet ready, so he was only hung a third-class passenger car on the railway.Upon hearing the report, Qin Zhen hesitated.Because the political department gave him a group of young people who had just joined the army from college and asked him to take him to the front line in Central China.However, only one convertible car was arranged for them on the railway.When Qin Zhen checked the preparations for departure, he called to ask about the weather forecast. There will be heavy rain tonight.Yes, he hesitated—could these young people, who were going out for the first time, be drenched in the storm?No, never.On this military train, there are also a few stuffy tank cars, which are loaded with supplies urgently needed by the frontline troops, let alone rainwater.After a little consideration, he immediately made a decision: "Give up the third-class compartment to the students." Staff Officer Huang said in a low voice: "Chief! This, this..." Qin Zhen's eyes brightened sharply and he shouted loudly: "What's this?" Staff Officer Huang said frankly: "How does the headquarters arrange?" Without hesitation, Qin Zhen smiled wittily: "Aren't they just two jeeps? They are tied to a flatbed. I work and camp in the small jeep, and the radio station works in the middle jeep." Staff Officer Huang obviously didn't think so, he didn't make a sound, but he didn't leave either. Qin Zhen smiled slightly, approached Staff Officer Huang, tapped his chest with his fingers and said, "I still can't bear to part with my little jeep! You can't let people get wet in the rain, so, can you close your eyes and sleep well? " Staff Officer Huang left helplessly. At this moment, Qin Zhen was suddenly worried that Staff Officer Huang would not follow his orders, resulting in a fait accompli.So, he hurried to the platform. The crisp and rhythmic sound of leather shoes knocked on the cold concrete floor showed that his footsteps were nimble and agile. At this time, Staff Officer Huang, who was walking towards him, appeared from the hazy shadows. He shouted: "Is everything ready as I ordered?" Staff Officer Huang understood what the chief meant, and immediately emphasized loudly: "Yes, everything is ready to order!" Fives Now, it is windy and rainy, and the train is running fast. Qin Zhen stared intently at the telegram in his hand. From the unfathomable sky, From the vast wilderness, From the reverberating river, From the craggy mountaintops, At the same time issued an earnest call: —Where is Dinah? —Where is Dinah? —Where is Dinah? Qin Zhen thought about the sudden glance that Vice Chairman Zhou cast on him in the East Hall of the Beijing Hotel. Did it contain any meaning related to this telegram?Yes, so far he fully understood: Vice Chairman Zhou had appointed him to attend the rally at the Beijing Hotel.But in such a warm atmosphere at the venue, Vice Chairman Zhou did not have the opportunity to explain this matter to him directly, so he gave him a friendly glance, as if to say: "You go when the time comes! I will take this matter I will let you know." Thinking about it, he felt the special weight and profound meaning of this telegram with only a dozen characters. Staff Officer Huang suddenly felt that the chief's gaze became sluggish in an instant, his brows were furrowed, his back was slightly hunched, and his chin became thinner.Of course, Staff Officer Huang didn't know what kind of telegram it was, and he couldn't understand the content of the telegram. He only vaguely realized that Qin Zhen had been greatly shaken.He was very surprised.However, Staff Officer Huang only saw one aspect of Qin Zhen's mental state.In fact, Qin Zhen often has two images that change: one is an image of an old man wading through a river of suffering;For the former, this telegram is indeed a strong stimulus; for the latter, this telegram seems to have given him endless encouragement and endless calling.The little jeep is tightly bound to the flatbed car by the railway workers with chains and steel wires. It vibrates with the vibration of the whole train, and Qin Zhen's whole body vibrates with the vibration of the little jeep. Waiting for the heavy words to suddenly wake up.Thus, the second image of Qin Zhen became the dominant image in real life. He told Staff Officer Huang: "Put it here, I still have to take a look." His voice became loud again, regaining the majesty of a senior commander.Then, he copied the main idea of ​​the telegram on a piece of paper, folded the paper carefully, and put it carefully in the small pocket of his jacket. The violent storm is raging like a monster.The strong wind blew the sky apart, as if it would smash the Jeep to pieces; the heavy rain, like a crazy tsunami, would roll the Jeep into the eternal abyss. Staff Officer Huang once again persuaded: "Chief! Or move to a medium-sized jeep..." Almost at the same time, Qin Zhen said sternly: "Take out the drawing!" Qin Zhen retreated to the back seat of the jeep to show off the military map, and returned the telegram to Staff Officer Huang.Staff Officer Huang sat helplessly on the front seat of the jeep, opened his raincoat with one hand to block the pouring rainwater, and turned on the flashlight with the other hand.The rain beat on the raincoat, the hood, and the windshield, rattling the awning.On this boundless black field, this bright light condenses a strong force that can almost conquer the entire universe, and it moves with Qin Zhen's gaze.Qin Zhen leaned over the one-hundred-thousandth military map, stretched out his thick fingers, and moved slowly on the curved marking line on the map.At this time, his energy, wisdom, and even his whole life fell into deep thinking. Lights illuminate the entire Jeep cabin.In this square carriage, everything is orderly and orderly. In one place, there are leather bags containing military maps and diaries (the map of the Central China Front that I am viewing is taken out of it).In one place hung a water jug ​​that looked like a green turtle shell, and his Zeiss binoculars, a repeating carbine, and a small revolver.There is also a small green-painted iron bookcase, which contains military books such as "Sun Tzu's Art of War", Clausewitz's "On War" and several Soviet novels describing war.All these things are carefully strapped and fixed to the beams of the carport frame by the guards.Even so, amid the violent vibrations of the train, it was still shaking, bumping, and clanging.This little olive jeep, as Qin Zhen said: "This is my command post, my office, and my warm little case!" For many years, a horse, a large saddlebag, and a small saddlebag were all his belongings.Later, the little jeep replaced the war horse. "Dude, this is my modernization!" He was as obsessed with driving jeeps as he was with his war horses.Not only did he become an excellent driver, but he also made a discovery: "The smell of gasoline is the best smell. If you smell it, it is no worse than Camel cigarettes!" He laughed so hard that he shed tears, innocently like a child. Qin Zhen stood still and fell into deep thought.In front of him is no longer a map, but the continuous high mountains, steep canyons, turbulent rivers, and muddy paths in the south—those crooked and thin lines on the map have become living terrain features. He seemed to have seen and felt the difficult trek of the troops at the position where Chen Wenhong and Liang Shuguang's divisions marched, the vanguard of the front line.He asked without raising his head: "Frontline weather report?" "There is heavy rain." "Ah, the storm is sweeping across the Central Plains! Look, look, it's here!" He tapped the blueprints that lay across his knees with curled knuckles. He said to himself: "We sat in the canvas tent and said we should take shelter. The rain was too heavy. But they stepped on the muddy pond and braved the storm, walking step by step! Think about it, most of the troops are from the north. I am used to living in the north, and now I am far away from my hometown and moving thousands of miles away, and many new problems will arise. Yes, this is a difficult problem on our smooth road to final victory!" Suddenly, Chen Wenhong, the division commander of the vanguard, Liang Shuguang, the political commissar of the division, and all the commanders and fighters appeared in front of him.When he thought of them, he couldn't help but feel a surge of turmoil in his heart.It is these ordinary fighters who are using their lives and ideals to answer these difficult questions raised by history.