Chapter 13 Chapter 11 Yelu

one Chen Wenhong took the raincoat from the guard and wanted to put it on Qin Zhen. Qin Zhen gently pushed away and said: "Is everyone the same!" At this time, a few people from the team that had been waiting by the river walked over by stepping on the mud and walked past Qin Zhen and Chen Wenhong.They seemed to be inspecting the river bed, looking for a ferry, and they didn't pay attention at all. On such a windy and rainy night, they really couldn't see who was standing here.Qin Zhen and Chen Wenhong heard a familiar voice at the same time, saying with a smile: "Good God, let's have a swimming match with the enemy!"

This is Mou Chunguang, one can imagine the appearance of this short and strong man shaking his arms while walking and talking. In this anxious and urgent moment, such a calm tone from an ordinary soldier is really a kind of indescribable comfort, support and encouragement to the commander. With laughter, several soldiers plunged into the darkness and into the wind and rain. Qin Zhen poked Chen Wenhong's flank and whispered: "Did you hear that? Comrade Master!" "Warriors are optimistic..." "Yes, if there are optimistic soldiers, there will be optimistic teachers."

Under Qin Zhen's calm and calm demeanor, Chen Wenhong said: "Chief! I want to go into the water to find out..." "Don't worry, let me ask you first, how is the situation on the other side of the river?" "Two regiments led by the military have already crossed the river, and the mountain torrents have cut off the way back..." "This day, the old man insists on sending out a flood, and find a gap for them... I'm afraid that they will hide from the truth and take advantage of the opportunity to slip away." "I think so too." Qin Zhen turned his head resolutely, and ordered to Staff Officer Huang: "Send a report to the military headquarters and tell them to bite hard, and our follow-up troops will cross quickly!"

Before he finished speaking, several red flares rose from the other side of the river, but they were getting farther and farther away. Seeing this situation, Chen Wenhong rushed up with anger, and his eyes suddenly lit up. Qin Zhen waved his hand and shouted in a loud voice that overwhelmed the wind, thunder and rain: "Don't mind your own business, don't mind your own business, what did you just say?" "I want to test the depth of the river and see if I can find a way to cross." Qin Zhen nodded and said, "This is an important move, I'll go!" "That won't work, you sit in the car and take shelter from the rain first!"

Qin Zhen stretched out his hand and pointed to the other side of the darkness, saying: "My seat is over there!" When Chen Wenhong heard this, his heart was on fire.But Qin Zhen still hesitated: "Why don't you let Chen Kui, the chief of the first section, go..." Chen Wenhong cut off the words before he finished speaking: "I am the head of the first division. I must report to the military headquarters. I am as anxious as a spark to take the first division across the river. Besides, I am afraid that Chen Kui is not as good at swimming as I am!" After mentioning this, Qin Zhen suddenly remembered Chen Wenhong's rescue of Bai Jie from the flash flood in Yan'an, so he nodded and said:

"Okay, let's go!" Chen Wenhong immediately organized a small team of ten people.In order to facilitate communication, each of them tied a white towel around his neck and held a flashlight in his hand.Both the staff officer and the guards wanted to get ahead, but they were stopped by the division commander, who resolutely said: "Listen to me! I'll lead..." Standing on the bank of the river, Qin Zhen, by the light of the lightning, saw that the black and raging waves were really big, so he said: "It's up to me to decide: the chief of the reconnaissance section is of course in the front, the division chief is in charge of the overall situation, and the chief of the first section, Chen Kui, stays with me and organizes the team with me. You have successfully explored the road, light up ten flashlights, and draw a circle , give us a signal, we will release the team, let's go!"

Chen Wenhong and his party of ten people went down the river one by one. The wind and rain are pressing, the mountain torrents are violent, and the flood overflows the river bed. The whiteness is like a boundless sea.When Chen Wenhong was wading through the water, although his bare feet were slipping, he didn't feel the resistance was strong. It turned out that this was still a flooded river beach.After trekking forward for more than ten minutes, I really entered the river. Immediately, I felt the noise of the water and the fierceness of the mountain torrent.The water flooded up to his chest, and the buoyancy of the water floated his feet in the air, and the pressure of the rain pressed him into the water again. He immediately felt top-heavy and was about to go with the current.He was just about to take advantage of the situation to swim, but someone pushed him from behind, and then he struggled violently and broke into the rapids.

During this time, Qin Zhen remained motionless in the wind and rain, staring at the lights and shadows of the flashlights in the darkness without looking away.Far away, far away, turned into some yellow dots, like fireflies, and suddenly these fireflies disappeared. Qin Zhen broke out in a cold sweat suddenly. He stretched out his hand to wipe the brows, not knowing whether it was rain or sweat, and rubbed his eyes again, the water flowed into the eyes, which made it very painful. It was still pitch black. At this time, the lightning flashes were no longer clear, the thunder was silent, and the sky and the earth were silent, only the roar of the mountain torrent could be heard.The wind blew the rain so loudly that it seemed that the whole sky and the ground were spinning and flying.He suddenly yelled:

"Lights, lights, Section Chief! Is that lights?" Chen Kui, the chief of the first section, looked at it for a while and said, "Yes, it's the lights..." It turned out that the moment when the light was lost in Qin Zhen's eyes was the time when ten people fell into the raging torrent and were struggling in the water.Fortunately, the rapids in the middle of the river are not too wide.Chen Wenhong and the others held hands tightly, you hold me, I hold you, and they climbed to the other side at once, in the long muddy water, with their feet firmly on the ground. What a joy!

What joy it is! The ten of them were close together, held up ten flashlights, and drew circles in the air together to signal victory. Chen Wenhong felt that although the torrent was powerful, it was not too difficult to force it through. Unexpectedly, it seems that God knew his contempt, and made things difficult on purpose. A more fierce and fierce mountain torrent poured down in an instant, and the water level increased sharply. to their heels. "Damn it!—hard time!" They quickly withdrew for a certain distance and found a steep slope to stand on. Chen Wenhong shook the flashlight, but he thought suspiciously: "I'm afraid this road will die."

When Qin Zhen saw the light signal for the first time, he immediately shouted: "Give me a horse!" A section chief said, "Should I contact you through the intercom?" "Connect, connect," he pointed to the lights on the other side, "isn't this connecting?" The one led to Qin Zhen was Chen Wenhong's black steed. It seemed to be worried and worried about the fate of its owner, and it raised its neck and neighed mournfully, refusing to let this stranger ride on its back.Qin Zhen held on to the bridle of the horse tightly, jumped onto the horse, and turned around to order a section chief: "Organize follow-up troops to ford forward from here quickly in sequence!" Immediately following Qin Zhen, three or five cavalry also rode their horses and jumped into the river. The water splashed and sprayed everywhere, and one of the cavalry beat the horse desperately, and managed to run in front of Qin Zhen. He turned around and shouted at Qin Zhen: "follow me……" The aperture of the flashlight, through the wind and rain, through the night, is turning and turning. two Suddenly, two torrents formed between heaven and earth: One is the natural torrent of wind, cloud, thunderstorm and flash flood. One is a torrent of people fighting bravely against the turbulent nature. If the former is violent, the latter is fearless. It is these two torrents that spur out the most precious character, spirit and strength in life. Qin Zhen plunged his horse into the rushing rapids in the middle of the river.It's not as easy as he imagined, that's because a bigger mountain torrent is coming, and it's not as easy as when Chen Wenhong waded through it just now.So, he held on to the reins tightly, relying on the horse's floating, rushed to the other side of the river.He flattered his horse and ran to Chen Wenhong, and immediately shouted: "The flow in the middle is heavy, the flow is fast, and it is dangerous!" After finishing speaking, he turned his horse's head and ran into the heart of the river again. At this time, Chen Wenhong was in a hurry, and he rushed up one step at a time, tightly twisting the horse's bite.Just as Qin Zhen dismounted, Chen Wenhong had already jumped on the horse. Qin Zhen shouted in the wind and rain: "Wait a minute, the crossing headquarters on both sides of the river, I'm here, can you leave me your intercom!" Chen Wenhong's head buzzed as if it exploded, suddenly thinking of the big mistake that he forgot to bring the telegraph in his haste just now, he immediately shouted: "I'll call right away..." Before he finished speaking, he turned his horse and left. The horse is so affectionate to its owner, it turns its neck and touches his knee sensitively with its soft lips.He stretched out his hand and patted the horse's neck soothingly, and the black steed flicked its tail and ran down the river bed again.After running for a while, Chen Wenhong suddenly felt that the horse seemed to have lost its front hooves, and its front legs suddenly bent downward. Chen Wenhong quickly grabbed the reins and lifted it up, and the horse's head surfaced out of the water.At this time, another flash of light flashed down, and Chen Wenhong took advantage of the light to see, and saw a black turbid current rolling tightly, and Chen Wenhong felt himself shaking slightly on the horse's back.He knew that he had entered the dangerous area of ​​the deep and fast river.The horse's nostrils opened and closed nervously, fluttering, panting and spraying water, pawing back and forth with four hooves.It turned out that the horse had already floated in the water.Chen Wenhong leaned his whole body on the horse's back, holding the rein tightly.In a flash of his mind, thinking that Deputy Commander Qin had just floated over the torrent, he couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat.But he knew that this was not the time to think about these thoughts and suspense, so he immediately gritted his teeth and forged ahead in the torrent. The wind is whistling, the rain is swirling, and as the thunder and lightning shine, the rain is like countless shining silver dragons flickering. At this moment, a fierce dispute broke out on the ferry. The chief of the first section, Chen Kui, did not know the exact situation on the other side of the river, so he had concerns about which company to use here and now to break through.Because each commander has different understandings and preferences for different companies.Chen Kui fought with Qilian on the line of fire several times, and seeing Qilian's fiery bravery left a deep impression on him.Although the Sixth Company had been crowded by the river and had been on standby for a long time, because Chen Kui knew that this was a very difficult task, and the responsibility fell on his shoulders alone, he resolutely made up his mind to order: "The Seventh Company is in front, and the Sixth Company will advance." Unexpectedly, this caused disputes. Originally, these two companies were two sharp knives in the division, but the Seventh Company was better at attacking tough battles.Originally using Qilian was a surefire solution, but Liulian had already reached the river first, forcing him to make way for Qilian.The storm was raging, the voices were noisy, the commander of the sixth company pretended not to hear the shout of the chief of the first section, anyway, the sixth company had already started wading, so full of shame, he ran to the front, slapped his hand, and Gu shouted: "Quick! Quick!..." and continued to wade forward.This formed two companies, and on the night of the storm in the south, they fought fiercely with each other.Liulian rushed ahead, and Qilian wanted to surpass Liulian. In this way, they entered the torrent of the river through the flooded land.All of a sudden, the sound of raging waves, wind and rain, and shouts rang together, and the blue lightning flashed, and white waves rose into the sky.Qilian is ready to swim.However, it is easier said than done for a soldier carrying dozens of kilograms of guns and ammunition on his back?Liulian did not show weakness and was determined to cross.At this time, Mou Chunguang suddenly stood up and shouted loudly: "Hold a bamboo tube and move forward!" It turned out that Mou Chunguang was a careless person. When they were observing along the river bank just now, he came up with an idea. He cut down many long bamboo tubes in the bamboo forest and carried them on his shoulders. Mou Chunguang shouted: "I will lead, follow me!" So, their whole team threw themselves into the rapids.Bamboo tubes have great buoyancy, and people rely on their buoyancy to break through the turbulent waves. Chen Wenhong rode his horse across the rapids and met the swimming troops head-on. He immediately asked: "Which company?" "Six companies." It is the voice of laughter——at this moment when the wild nature can devour and destroy everything, and a person's body can be crushed into powder in an instant, such a voice of laughter can be heard through the storm. Chen Wenhong quickly asked: "Is it Mou Chunguang?" "It's me, teacher! There's nothing you can't pass!" It turned out that Mou Chunguang waded into the depths of the rapids in the center, and the torrent suddenly lifted him up.Everyone panicked and took a few sips of water.But seeing that the little man Mou Chunguang suddenly took advantage of the buoyancy of the bamboo tube, held the bamboo tube firmly with one hand and paddled the water with the other, he fell into the rapids.So the soldiers behind him crossed the evil waves one by one and defeated Hong Feng. The wisdom of an ordinary soldier sometimes becomes the key to the outcome of a battle, like a flash of light that immediately ignites a bright light.Chen Wenhong got inspiration from Mou Chunguang. When he reined in his horse and wanted to turn his head for another look, he suddenly heard a shout from the roar of the waves and rain: "Liulian crossed the river!" "Six consecutive victories!" He admired it secretly, and said to himself: "In front of the soldiers, regardless of mountain torrents, storms, and landslides, there is only one mind, and that is to rush over!" He hurriedly ran to Chen Kui, the head of the first section, knowing that the cautious head of the first section hadn't let the whole group cross the river yet.He quickly ordered the soldiers to cut down the bamboo tubes.When fighting in the south, didn't they usually rely on these things to make bamboo rafts, transport people and loads, and float across rivers?How come he, a southerner, forgot this move, and a northern soldier remembered it instead? So he whispered to Chen Kui: "Remember Mou Chunguang, the first one is Mou Chunguang..." The first section chief didn't understand why the teacher said Mou Chunguang at this critical moment, but Chen Wenhong didn't wait for him to ask.With the help of lightning, Chen Wenhong saw that there were troops preparing to cross the vast water. Chen Wenhong was afraid that the troops would not follow the proven path and fall into an unpredictable trap.Just at this time, a series of thunders exploded in the sky, the rain became more violent, and the water became more violent.He quickly bent down from the saddle, leaned into the ear of a section chief and said: "The follow-up troops will stop advancing, and I will come back." After finishing speaking, he turned his horse and jumped into the flood water.Wherever someone is wading, he will run there. Under the rumbling thunder and flashing lightning, his brave black steed, high-spirited and excited, will be here for a while, there for a while, running, jumping, Floating, screaming.Chen Wenhong rolled up his two cuffs, his trouser legs, and opened his clothes to reveal his bare arms and legs. He held the reins tightly, letting the storm beat his chest fiercely.He ran back and forth in the torrent like this, shouting constantly on his horseback: "follow me!" "follow me!" When he got to Qin Zhen, with his watch on, it took him nearly an hour to lead a regiment through the flash flood.Qin Zhen immediately commanded the regiment to run forward, catch up with the military headquarters, and support the battle. Despite the heavy rain, Chen Wenhong was feverish all over his body, like a man on fire, and his mouth was burning with thirst.He still had to get two regiments and artillery across the river, so he turned back on horseback.At this time, he felt a hot hand caressing his knee, and he heard Qin Zhen's voice: "Wen Hong, calm down!" He was moved for a while, but the guilt, remorse and annoyance deepened. It was because he did not foresee the flash flood and did not organize a timely rescue.He only said two words in a trembling voice: "Chief... chief..." Then he ran into the wind and rain again, and the water was torrent. He searched for the light and ran to Chen Kui, the head of the first section. The crossing headquarters on both sides had already been organized, and the troops had prepared bamboo tubes. The first section head said, "I cut down the entire bamboo forest!" Chen Wenhong said.At this time, the intercom at the cross-strait ferry was unblocked. He jumped off his horse and heard Qin Zhen's clear and comfortable voice through the intercom: "Okay, division chief! Let's wade!" "We're also going to put lights on that waterway." "You are thoughtful, so we are afraid of the storm, the darkness is boundless!" He was praised in pain, which didn't make him feel any less relaxed, but instead prompted him to arrange the crossing work more carefully by himself.He led the team that set up the beacon, ran back and forth in the flood, returned to the first section chief Chen Kui and jumped off the horse.With his hands on his hips, he turned around and saw horse lanterns hanging on bamboo poles above the flood waters. From a distance, it looked like a street with street lights, which was really beautiful.At this time, Qin Zhen's serious voice sounded on the telephone: "Comrade Commander! Man is determined to conquer God! Now issue my order, and all follow-up troops will cross for me!" "Deputy Commander Qin, I have a suggestion!" "Say it!" "The artillery will not transition for the time being, and wait for the mountain torrents to subside a little before moving on." "I agree, let's do it!" The follow-up troops gathered, and under the unified command, they marched in an orderly and step-by-step manner.Chen Wenhong did not stand on the ferry to command, he handed over this task to a section chief.He still stepped on the black steed, commanded the troops on the spot, inspected the troops, and ran back and forth in the vast ocean.Unknowingly, the morning light came from the wind and rain. The morning light is cool.When the soldiers saw Chen Wenhong riding on the horse in the morning light, they shouted, and the momentum doubled.The black horse didn't know whether it was because of the arrival of dawn or because of the victory over the flood. It was excited and excited, stretched its neck, and roared to the sky.Chen Wenhong ushered in the morning light and was busy directing. His voice became hoarse, and the hoarse voice was full of joy. three This storm pushed the weather into the scorching summer season of burning fire and burning gold. After a short contact on the line of fire, the enemy knew that their attack plan had been seen through, and they retreated one after another.Our army marched forward and pursued bravely. During this period of time, the soldiers endured the most painful torture since they went south.In the battle of forcibly crossing the flood, the Sixth Company was rewarded by order. Mou Chunguang was originally radiant and high-spirited, but during this period of arduous trek, extremely subtle and indiscernible cracks and changes occurred in his spirit. The violent sunlight burned the guns and ammunition on Mo Chunguang's back like fiery snakes, tightly wrapping around his body.However, the clothes on his body were not dried by the sun, but became more wet and sticky. This was certainly caused by sweat, but more importantly, after the heavy rain and mountain torrents, Dagu was exposed to intense sunlight. The mountains, deep ravines, fields, and torrents all evaporate a suffocating damp air.It is not like fog, which can still see a shadow, but it is invisible and intangible; it is also like fog, covering the sky and the earth, rising and spreading.Mou Chunguang felt that every pore in his body was clogged, and his whole body felt stuffy and swollen.Step by step, he moved his steps slowly - as if a gray shadow passed before his eyes.Followed by a burst of dizziness... He felt a sudden shock.A warrior's soul has its own mysteries and complexity, sometimes it is high, sometimes it is low. When the fiery red sun slowly sank to the edge of the earth, Mou Chunguang thought: "After the day, the night should feel better!" For this reason, his eyes once brightened for a while.Unexpectedly, Ye started another kind of painful torment for him. In a village, Mou Chunguang had arranged for camping. He picked up a pole and dangled two empty buckets by himself, and walked towards the big pond by the village.He originally thought that it might be cooler here, but where is the wind?Where is cool? ... Take a look, even the slender feather tips of the phoenix bamboo are still motionless.He put his hand into the pool water, and the pool water was actually warm.A field frog under his feet croaked twice, but he did not dare to jump into the pool, but fled into the grass.Mou Chunguang washed his hands and feet indiscriminately, picked up a load of water, and turned back.He drank half a scoop of cold water on the rim of the jar, but his mouth was still filled with smoke, thirsty unquenchable.Seeing that his comrades had fallen asleep, he also lay down himself, but he was sweating profusely, so he got up quietly, went to the threshing field in front of the door and sat down. The landlord, a thin old man, had already seen that Mou Chunguang was unbearably hot, so he offered him a bowl of hot tea: "In our place, the more you drink cold water, the more you will have a fever. You can drink a cup of hot tea to quench your thirst!" Mou Chunguang thanked him, and while drinking tea, he struck up a conversation with the boss: "Is it always this hot here in summer?" He expected to get comforting words from the boss, but he didn't know that the old man said the truth: "There's no one here yet! If it's hot, it's still in the future!" "Wouldn't it be hot to death?" "There are some people who suffer from sunburn." "..." An indescribable feeling invaded Mou Chunguang secretly. Mou Chunguang recalled that after the liberation of Pingjin, the troops mobilized to fight in the south. Although he scrambled to express his determination and swear an oath, he was still a little uneasy in his heart, so he secretly asked Yue Dazhuang, who had become acquainted with each other since the Battle of Western Liaoning: "Listen It’s hot in the south, you can put pancakes on the wall, and boil eggs in raw water?” Yue Dazhuang laughed and said, “Don’t listen to people talking nonsense, how can such a thing happen in the world!” When he got up, Yue Dazhuang told Mou Chunguang how beautiful and wonderful the south was, and talking about the south actually formed the fate between them. The further south he went, the closer he was to his hometown. Along the way, they babbled and praised the south to Mou Chunguang.Mou Chunguang listened to it and put it in his heart, but after several days of suffering, a shadow came to his heart. While he was talking to his boss, he suddenly felt a stabbing pain in his thigh. Seeing him slapping and beating again and again, the boss laughed: "Look, there are rice fields everywhere, how can there be no mosquitoes!" "It's not a mosquito, it's even more powerful than a wasp, and it pierces through every layer of cloth." But after drinking a cup of hot tea slowly, my heart felt a little cooler. All of a sudden, fatigue and drowsiness hit him, so he went back to the house, found a place on the straw spread on the ground beside the whole class of comrades-in-arms, lay down, shook the broken banana fan given by the boss, and fast asleep. In the second half of the night, he was in a daze, as if he had returned to his hometown in Heilongjiang, walked through the poplar forest, and came to the vast and boundless prairie.A gust of wind blows, so cool and unrestrained; for a while, I see flocks of snow-white ducks, flapping their red webbed palms, wandering in the crystal clear river; Seeing a lively golden carp, he was overjoyed and held it in his arms; somehow, the carp suddenly turned into a wasp, and jumped out of his arms with a loud sting... Then he woke up with a start. He rubbed his eyes and thought to himself: "The old man said that people will dream of whatever they think in their hearts. I miss my hometown prairie." Full of melancholy, he saw that the outside of the door had turned white. He didn't want to sleep anymore, so he got up and walked out. Standing on the threshing floor, he looked towards the east. The filthy and chaotic dawn was red and dark, and a look would bring a hotter day. Mou Chunguang, a brave man, felt a little apprehensive. He was very annoyed with his own state of mind, carefully distinguishing, he secretly complained about Yue Dazhuang for some reason, he felt that those sweet words were all deceit. However, after setting off on the road early in the morning, Mou Chunguang, as the leader of the first squad, secretly encouraged himself: "Isn't it true that fire is not afraid of burning, and water will not sink? Am I really burned and sunk?" Take a pep talk and shout: "Comrade Class Two! Let's sing a song, shall we?" "Okay!" Seeing that the squad leader was very happy, the soldiers also yelled, "What do you want to sing?" Mou Chunguang immediately shouted: "Just sing that you are not afraid of burning in the fire, and you will not sink in the water!" As he spoke, he waved his hand.As a result, the Soviet "Cavalry Song", which was sung from the northeast to the north of China, and then to the south, fluttered in the air. Yes, Mou Chunguang refused to show weakness, Mou Chunguang stood up straight. However, this day was different from the previous day. The dampness and heat seemed to have evaporated, and under the red sun, the dust was billowing, covering the sun and the sky.When it was almost noon, the hot sun was like a thousand or ten thousand volcanoes erupting at the same time, and the lava and hot ash ejected from the craters rushed to the world together.The lava flow is like red molten steel, with heat and fire.Hot ash rained down on people densely, burning, eroding, and devouring people's flesh.As a result, the whole earth ignited a raging fire, and the fire burned all the way to Mou Chunguang's heart, and the mood that was once excited in the morning gradually dimmed. It's a hail of bullets, he dares to fight, It's Bloody Hokage, he can fight and kill, However, this tyranny of nature, with whom will he fight! When he lowered his head and walked with the hot dust in his chest, suddenly, a scream woke him up. When he looked up, he was taken aback. It turned out that it was a soldier who was walking in the head of the second squad, and fell to the ground with a thud.A flame suddenly spread all over Mou Chunguang's body, and he ran over immediately.I saw that soldier's face was swollen like a purple eggplant, his teeth were closed tightly, his lips were pale, and he was unconscious.Seeing this, Mou Chunguang couldn't feel the pain in his stomach, so he threw himself on his lower body and touched his heart, which was already beating very weakly.He wanted to untie his clothes for him to relax, but that would only make his chest scorched by the hot sun.He heard people shouting: "water!" "water!" ... However, the kettle has already dried up under the hot summer. Everyone patted the kettle, Kongzi was anxious and had nothing to do. Mu Chunguang raised his head and looked around, then suddenly stood up and ran towards the rice field. He rushed to the edge of the field, knelt down on his knees, bent down, and scooped up half a teapot of dirty muddy water from under the rice tree. The water was so muddy and smelled fishy, ​​but it was water! He took the jar of water and ran back. Seeing this, a platoon leader stopped him: "The superiors strictly forbid drinking sewage..." Mou Chunguang's face was flushed, his eyes were wide open, and he pushed the platoon leader so that he staggered and almost fell. He ran straight to the dying soldier, pried open his clenched teeth, and poured the jar of water into his mouth. There was a choked sound in the soldier's throat, but his tightly closed mouth and eyes did not open.Mou Chunguang saw at a glance that the soldier's body was turning blue, as if a sap had hit him hard on the head, and there was a "boom" in his head. At this moment, Mou Chunguang heard someone shouting at him repeatedly: "Mou Chunguang! Mou Chunguang!" When I looked up, it turned out that it was the military doctor who accompanied the team, carrying a stretcher, rushing over. When the military doctor saw Mu Chunguang pouring muddy water into his mouth, he was furious and was about to explode, but when he saw the swelling blood vessels on Mu Chunguang's temples quivering slightly like winding green earthworms, he held back his temper and just pushed Mu Chunguang away. up. After the military doctor carried out the emergency rescue measures, he immediately put the soldier on a stretcher and walked back. Mou Chunguang stood there in a daze, watching the stretcher dangle further and further away. He suddenly hugged the top of his head and cried out. The torrential rain and mountain torrents that night did not calm Mou Chunguang. Today's violent day, which was about to kill people, strongly shocked his soul. He vented all his anger on Yue Dazhuang: This south, What beauty? ! What's good? ! This is the hell of fire! ... Unexpectedly, in a blink of an eye, the clouds were like ink, and the heavy rain poured down. The clouds and mists hung low on the ground, and the raindrops slammed on the people.All the soldiers waited, as if they had fallen through a volcano and then plunged into a sea of ​​flames.Due to the urgent situation ahead, they marched hurriedly for a day and a night in the rainstorm.At dawn, there is Chengze country everywhere, and people are trudging forward in the mud. Just at this time, the company commander ordered: "Second squad leader, lead the whole squad to help push the cannon!" It turned out that the artillerymen were separated by the mountain torrents and lost a lot of time. Now they rushed to catch up from behind, but in the muddy muddy pond, they encountered a bad luck since they went south to fight.Several gun carriages were stuck in the mud together, the wheels just kept slipping on the spot, splashing mud and water, making it difficult to move an inch.The artillery soldiers braved the wind and rain, and tried their best to support the cart with their shoulders and chest.The swishing wheels swirled a large amount of muddy water, splashing the soldiers like clay figurines, and no one could recognize the other. Infantry and artillery have always been brothers.But infantry and artillery also have conflicts, especially on the march.The howling of the horses pushed the infantry column to the side of the road, so that it was no longer in formation, and then the gun cart shook, kicked up a cloud of dust, and let the infantry eat dirt behind.Whenever this happens, the infantryman is not in a good mood, and it is inevitable to say a few strange words.On the line of fire, thousands of guns were fired, showing their might. After the battle, the two brothers gave each other thumbs up again, talking and laughing. Now, the cannon is stuck in the muddy pond, no matter how much you push and push, these gods of steel are as stable as Mount Tai, motionless.Mou Chunguang was not feeling well at first and was not in a high mood, so he accidentally said: "The south is good, the south is good, our god of war has become a waste." These words happened to be heard by Yue Dazhuang. Mou Chunguang and Yue Dazhuang each have their own temperaments, but they have one thing in common. Mou Chunguang is cheerful, talking and laughing happily, but when he gets serious, he can't help getting angry.Yue Dazhuang was shy, but as soon as he came up with strength, several animals couldn't move.Yue Dazhuang loved the honor of the artillerymen like his life, and he was sulking at first, but he became angry when he picked up Mou Chunguang's witty words.He stabbed his neck, and there was a thunderbolt: "The artillery makes a crime and the artillery suffers, you get out of here!" Mou Chunguang's philosophy of life is "people protect their faces, trees protect their skin".It was a good intention, but it turned out to be a shame.When the two forces twisted together, they collided, and the more noisy they became, the louder they became.A large group of people gathered around to see the two people's red heads and faces, like fighting cocks, and both sides defended their own people.Two opposing camps formed at once, and the road was blocked for a while. Chen Wenhong led several staff officers and guards to come up from behind. Just as he got here, he hurriedly took a few steps to separate the crowd.He saw that one was Mou Chunguang and the other was Yue Dazhuang, both excellent fighters who had registered their names in their hearts, but the two of them got red-eyed from arguing. push. "Shut up!" A burst of anger erupted from Chen Wenhong's chest. With a roar, he put his hands on his waist, his clothes were open, and the vest on his chest was full of rain and sweat. , muddy, wet and black.His eyes were round and round, looking at Mou Chunguang - what a good squad leader, and at Yue Dazhuang - what a good gunner.He thought to himself: "It's just the two of you who put on a good show here!" He suppressed the anger that had already rushed to his forehead, and asked sternly: "Mou Chunguang, what are you doing here?" Mu Chunguang reported truthfully that it was the sixth company commander who ordered him to help push the cannon. Chen Wenhong immediately shouted: "Execute the order, you bring me a group of people to chase after the troops immediately and return the establishment. This is a war, not a trick to trick children!" After hearing this, Mou Chunguang cast a resentful glance at Yue Dazhuang, Yue Dazhuang immediately understood, the look said: "Let's see!"So, Mou Chunguang took a group of people, and soon disappeared in the rushing team. Here Chen Wenhong transferred an infantry company through the radio to push carts and transport artillery together. Four After the rainstorm, it was sunny again, Qin Zhen sat on the jeep and went forward. If the summer storm in the south is terrible, then the fierce heat after the rainstorm is really terrible!The sun is setting fire, and the whole sky is burning.The hot air from the rainwater is like poisonous smoke and miasma, which is so stuffy that people can't breathe and sweat. Qin Zhen looked at the weather, sighed, and said to himself: "Yantian Liuhuo, this is called Yantian Liuhuo!" Qin Zhen stopped on the side of the road and got in touch with various parties through the radio.From the report, due to the flood, the enemy did not take the bait and slipped off. This made Qin Zhen feel annoyed for a while, but then he smiled lightly and said in his heart: "If you can hide from the first day of the junior high school, you can't hide from the fifteenth day..." He He reported the situation to the Corps Headquarters, and got an eight-character answer: "Overcome all difficulties and persevere!" When he was on the road again, he asked the driver to drive slowly, because the troops on the road were advancing southward like a tide.He carefully observed the troops. The soldiers were drenched by the heavy rain and scorched by the sun. In Qin Zhen's eyes, although they were still scrambling to be the first and their morale was high, their faces were yellow and white, and their eyes were black and big. It seems to be missing a little bit of brilliance.He looked at them, and they looked at him, and he felt suddenly sad.Even Qin Zhen, a veteran who was born and bred in the south, felt really hard when he was plunged into this violent heat.In summer fighting in the north, it is hot even if you walk under the sun, but you are sweating profusely; the scorching heat in the south is so scorching that you can't even ooze a single sweat.He felt that the sweat on his body was dry and was about to burn, and the sun, fire, and heat were still penetrating into his heart together.He looked around, and everything in the wild was withered and scorched. He wanted to find a bird, but there was no bird in the sky;The soldier pulled a handful of green grass from the side of the road and put it on top of his head. It didn't take long for the branches and leaves to shatter into powder. ——It’s not easy!From the severe cold of minus 40 degrees, to the scorching heat of minus 40 degrees, from the ice cave into the steelmaking furnace, Monkey King has a sharp eye, and it is nothing more than that! However, when the jeep passed them, he suddenly noticed a look of joy on the soldier's face.Did Jeep pick up a little breeze and give them some coolness?When Qin Zhen, who was sitting in the car, found that there was no wind at all, the joy among the soldiers, their laughter, and their calling made Qin Zhen's eyes gradually wet, and a feeling of gratitude to the soldiers emerged in his heart. Feeling. One evening, Qin Zhen and Chen Wenhong joined forces. The so-called division headquarters is nothing more than a piece of oilcloth propped up with a few bamboo poles on the earth dam in the wilderness.Under the cloth shed, a pile of ammunition boxes was piled up to form a table, on which were placed several telephones, telescopes, kettles, lanterns, and a military map was spread on the top of the box.Next to this small shed is the radio station, which is making a beeping sound. 秦震跳下吉普，大踏步朝那儿走去。一面乐呵呵地说： “文洪啊！你这师部还满有个气派么！” “还什么气派，这两天，老天爷才真气派呢！” 陈文洪话虽这么说，却精神抖擞，毫无疲惫之情。 秦震可是瞪了他一眼说：“不要怨天尤人呀！” 这是一片平草坝子，牟春光所在的那个营在这里露营。天断黑时，好容易盼来一股清风，给露营的人们带来一点轻松愉快。从十一日开始南进，已经四天四夜，到了这儿，实在精疲力竭，寸步难行，陈文洪命令就地露营了。干粮袋里的炒面给大雨泡湿，又给暴日晒干，结成一块一块硬疙瘩，发出馊味。战士们咬得牙巴骨咯崩咯崩响，还是狼吞虎咽，一阵饱餐，然后摊开手脚在软茵茵草地上睡下。炙晒过后，闻到草香，就不觉欣然睡了过去。 不过，有一个人没有睡，这人是牟春光。就像心上割得碎裂，同岳大壮顶撞之后，他心里一直堵得慌。 谁知，刚才那阵清风，像一个句号一样，在白天与黑夜之间划了一个分界线，好似告诉人们：火热的白天结束了，现在黑夜已经降临，只不过给人以短暂的喘息，你们要准备继之而来的这一个更加燠闷难当的黑夜。这种热力是从哪儿来的？从天上来的？不像，天上的群星，兀自水灵灵地，那样惬意地闪闪烁烁；从地里来的？不像，地心饱饮了大量雨水，又何必拿热火来熬煎这个黑夜。这郁积的闷热罩着长江两岸这一片辽阔而低洼的盆地，凝固密结成一个热气层，像重云，像浓雾，却又看不见，只是一种粘腻得令人喘不过气来的热。战士们酣睡不醒，身上的热汗却渗透衣衫，露水和汗水搅混起来，像在人身上脸上涂了一层油脂。大群蚊虫像乌云一样飞来，落在这个人身上、那个人身上，吮吸鲜血，而且嗡嗡叫着，真是蚊阵如雷，在这一片草坪上旋来荡去，逞威肆虐，任意横行。 牟春光翻来覆去睡不着。 战友们的鼾声雷响，可是他怎样也睡不着。 蚊虫好像特别憎恨这个醒着的人，恶狠狠地向他扑来。 他用帽子遮住脸，不行，燠热难当。 他挥着两手驱赶蚊虫，不行，愈撵来得愈猛。 因为，这儿的蚊子很藐视人，根本不知道天地间竟有这样一种被称为“万物之灵”的东西要把蚊虫杀死，于是蚊虫们就和这种东西展开殊死搏斗。在蚊虫眼里，这些东西只不过是供它们饱餐的血肉。 毫无疑问，这有点伤害牟春光的自尊心，南方的蚊子也这样欺生，岂不恼人！ 南方，又是南方！他刚一翻身，一只大蚊子就猛叮了他一口，他气得蹦起来，那蚊虫又嗡的一声乘胜而去了。 牟春光伸出两手一摸，半个脸都肿了。 他一股无名火起，无处发泄，就又落到岳大壮头上。 那天在路上，为了好心好意帮助炮兵兄弟，却闹了一肚子闷气。这会，他又和蚊子狠狠干了一仗，竟然败下阵来，就嘟嘟囔囔咒骂： “你岳大壮吹牛！” “你岳大壮欺骗！” “这就是你那天堂美景！” 刚好，炮兵部队由于陷在泥坑里，落在后面，现在，好不容易才跋山涉水，一路赶到这里。 先是地面上传来震天动地的隆隆轰响，牟春光当又打雷，仰天一看，星斗灿烂。当听到马嘶人吼，才知道炮兵来了，无数只马蹄把大地敲得鼓一样响。当马匹拉着炮一驶进草坪，牟春光一股火腾地从心中跳起，他一下蹦起来，跑到第一辆炮车前，一把揪着马嚼口。这个矮小粗壮的人儿，站在炮兵打亮的电灯光里。他把两手举起往下一劈猛喝： “这是宿营地，给我关灯，闭嘴！” 说也巧，从第一辆炮车上嗖的一声跳下来的正是岳大壮，真是冤家路窄，脚一点地就喊： “这天这地是你牟家买下的？” 两人立刻就争吵起来。 炮兵确实不知有一营之众在此宿营，牟春光为了保证宿营地肃静，让同志们甜甜地睡一夜，好投入战斗；岳大壮不准牟春光大喝大闹，以维护炮兵的威严，各有各的理，不过表皮下面憋着一股怨气，两股电往起一碰就爆出了刺眼的火花。牟春光得理不让人： “我们是来解放你这美好天堂的，你口口声声南方好，南方好，你不看看同志们遭的什么罪！” 岳大壮没有牟春光口舌伶俐，气打嗓子眼里往外冒，半天挣出一句骂人的话： “你这塞满高粱花的脑袋瓜子，怕遭罪别来，回你家热炕头上抱孙子去吧！” “你骂人，你这国民党脑袋，没我们俘虏你，有你今天洋洋得意的份？” Fives 秦震没有睡。 他坐在小吉普上，手里拿着一根红蓝铅笔，就着一盏马灯光亮在看新闻稿。 全世界的舆论都沸腾了，有的为蒋家王朝的覆灭而哀泣，埋怨蒋介石不争气，有的断言国民党统治的时代已属过去，有的对解放大军势如破竹的浩大声势而惊讶，有的竟然出谋献策，劝国民党不要灰心，凭据西南，顽抗到底。 一条新闻突然跳到秦震眼中，使他心神为之一爽。 新闻上写道：“整个中国要变成红色……” 对于前面几条新闻，秦震看了，有的点头，有的摇头，心中并发出不同的评语：“望洋兴叹”、“语似中肯”，唯独对这一条，他久久注视：“是红色的中国，不过不是你们说的洪水猛兽，而是共产主义黎明的曙光。”他握了红蓝铅笔的拳头支撑住下颔，陷入深思。他仿佛在这沉沉黑夜、茫茫大地之上，看到一线颤悸的红光，从马克思、恩格斯的《共产党宣言》中，从巴黎公社的白骨与热血上升起。一阵壮烈而苍凉的音乐旋律在记忆海洋中缓缓回响： 这是他最爱唱的歌，这是揭开苏联十月革命黎明的歌，而此时此刻似乎又在中国揭开一个新的黎明的帷幕。 正在这时，传来了步兵和炮兵的争吵。他两手抚着搁在膝头上的一堆抄报纸，仔细倾听了一阵，没有去管他们。但从这一刻起，精力怎么也集中不起来，一直到后来他不想再看新闻了，把它们一起交给黄参谋。黄参谋应声而来，一走入马灯光影，骤然使秦震一惊：“他怎么了？”这个从来精神抖擞，服装整洁的人，变得如此狼狈，白刷刷的瘦脸上凸出两只充血的红眼珠……秦震没有用镜子照自己，不过从黄参谋的眼光中也见到相应的反应。黄参谋只淡淡说了一句：“首长！你还是睡一会吧！哪怕靠一下闭闭眼也好。” 秦震感情很深地说： “谢谢你！黄参谋，我们没什么事了吧？你和小陈都睡吧！” 秦震能睡吗？他脑子里反复响着牟春光刚才争吵中的一句话： “你口口声声说南方好！南方好！你看看同志们遭的什么罪？” 这一句话，像敲一记钟那样响，一下震动得秦震整个身心不能不为之颤抖。这时，一种思想，像从暗影中投出一线微光，拢聚在他的心头。 "Snapped!" 他一看手心上全是血。给他打死的那只蚊子，是黑色的，大得像马蝇，它的口喙像注射器的针头那样长，这种蚊子，最讨人厌烦的是隔着粗布衣服，也能叮人。于是，几天来的一幕幕场景再次出现了： 狂风暴雨，电闪雷鸣，山洪暴发，泛滥原野； 炎炎赤日，如炙如焚，破布烂衫，衣不蔽体； 炮车陷在泥坑里拔不出来； 给养运不上来，弹药运不上来，四天四夜没吃一口热乎饭，整日挥汗如雨，喝不上一口开水； 夜晚露宿在草坪之上； 蚊子比蝎子还厉害； 牟春光和岳大壮的争吵…… “南方！南方！……你令多少年青人心驰神往的南方啊！……” 这一切场景，像一支支箭射向他，蓦地凝成一个问题： “战士都是好战士，问题在领导，我们对得起战士吗？” 秦震为一种深沉的负疚之心所抓住。什么疲劳、瞌睡，一下都向黑夜中隐去。 他在吉普上坐不住了。 他悄悄跨下车，没有惊动黄参谋和小陈，他慢慢走去，两只脚不知不觉向露营的战士走去。 从露营的人群中发出的鼾声，在秦震耳中竟像海涛一样在轰鸣回荡。 他走到战士跟前，一个一个巡视着。 他们在睡梦中还不断挥手跟蚊虫拼打。他们实在太疲乏了，有的喃喃说几句呓语，然后，翻一个身又发出鼾声。 秦震倒剪双手，仰天一看，半圆的月亮已经升上天空。可是，不知为什么，这月亮不是绿幽幽，而是红蒙蒙的。 他忽然想起汉江之夜，那月光是何等洁净、明亮。他于是又联想到董天年关于中国远景的谈话，又联想到在兵团司令部的谈话。他突然升起一种自责之感。他这个老军人，久经锻炼的老军人，不知为什么，当他在战士身边慢慢坐下来，他看着黯红色的月光洒落战士们脸上、身上，他的眼眶竟然湿润了。想分担一些战士们在草地上的燠闷？想分担一下蚊虫的袭扰？想分担战士们的一丝疲劳？想分担一下战士梦中的苦恼？他就这样静静地坐了好一阵。 自从在北京听到渡江的命令，从列车上得到攻下南京的消息，他一直被一种感情所左右着，好胜心强，求胜心切。当然，对于敌人负隅顽抗的顽固性，对于大自然所给予的强暴的压力，他不能说没有准备（他在北京就已经为了给战士争几尺防蚊纱布而亲自跑了三次后勤部）。但是，严酷的现实证明，估计不足！估计不足！问题不完全在物质准备，而更重要的是精神准备，一个军人应有的好胜心、求胜心，变成了轻视困难的急躁情绪。 ——这是什么问题？ 忽然，一点亮光在他脑子里一闪。 他站起，缓缓地围着宿营的战士走了一圈。 草上的露水打湿了他的裤脚，使他感到一点点凉意。 他觉得他只看到历史，没有看到现实： 历史——是必然的胜利，它确确实实压倒一切。 现实——像一盘棋，哪怕是残局也还要一步一步地厮杀呀！ ——是的，现实可以一时之间被胜利或失败所掩盖。但，历史这个衡量真理的尺子，却永远是无情的，严酷的。 ——我是亲临前线的指挥员，我争取到这个任务，我得到了这个任务，可是，我是一个不及格的指挥员呀！ ——战士可以克服困难，但，作为一个高级指挥员，我没有充分地足够地估计困难。 “唉！我给胜利冲昏头脑，我想一步迈到海南岛，毛病就出在这上面。战士不论遭到什么困难，还是那样雄赳赳、气昂昂的战士，可是，战士不是木头，不是竹板，不是钢钉，而是血肉之躯啊！” 这是秦震发自心灵深处的自省。 永远不要忘记这草坝子之夜吧！ 他没有睡，他也不想再睡了，他为了明天而振奋，不过已经是清醒的振奋了。清醒是一种力量，一种连自己也看不见感不到的力量。 秦震找到了牟春光。看看，这个“好勇斗狠”的人睡得多香甜呀！ 秦震又走到炮兵那儿，找到了岳大壮。看看，他睡着了，脸色和和平平，仿佛说：我毫无怨尤。 秦震微微一笑。 红色的朦胧的月光，正在融化成为一种青苍色，晨曦就要从天穹投射而下了。 他迈着急促的脚步走向自己的指挥车，不无怜惜地叫醒了黄参谋，小声吩咐：“通过报话机了解一下各部队宿营情况，一定、一定让战士们睡好。”略微停顿后又说：“命令后勤部长，限他明天，千方百计克服困难，把给养、炮弹送到作战部队手里，送不到，我算他玩忽职守！” 他走向陈文洪那里。陈文洪不知什么时候伏在弹药箱上睡着了。睡得那样沉、那样死。秦震突然发现陈文洪那赤裸裸地布满汗珠的膀臂上有一只大蚊子，正翘着两只后腿，在狠命地吮吸。他用两根手指捏着蚊虫翅膀，谁料蚊虫的口喙像针一样扎紧不动，拔不出来，他只好用手掌把它拍死。陈文洪在睡梦中喃喃两声，把脸翻到另一面，又发出深沉的鼾声。