Chapter 16 Chapter 14 Revelation

one Chen Wenhong felt like a fire was burning in his heart.After he led his troops across the great river, he rushed towards the Yangtze River at a speed of 180 miles a day and a night.His position is behind the vanguard company, so he can directly grasp the situation and personally arrange the battle.This leading company is the company that Mou Chunguang is in. However, there was always half a day between them and the rapidly retreating enemy.Chen Wenhong was like a falcon swooping down from the sky. At this moment, he had a strong desire not to let its prey escape, but the cunning rabbit dodged and fled, and the falcon could not succeed for a while.He seldom spoke for the past few days. Like everyone else, he ran on foot on the hot ground and waded through the dirty river. Personal worries and the sufferings of his comrades were all excluded. All his nerves, organs, blood, flesh and blood Life is concentrated on one point: the enemy must be firmly grasped, and the enemy must be destroyed.

One hundred and eighty miles, day and night, without stopping, without breathing. In order to walk in a straight line, they took shortcuts and waded through forty-eight rivers. What speed is this? is the speed of the arrow, is the speed of the wind, is the speed of light. Chen Wenhong has never ridden a black horse.The black steed was as understanding as people would like, in the harsh heat, occasionally snorting, just striding all four hooves forward.The hotter the day, the more rampant the horseflies became, and it was like an iron nail firmly nailed to the wall when it stung the horse.The horse became irritated, turned its neck back and bit its chest, and flicked its tail tightly to sweep its belly and back.People forget about the heat and the dust, and they drenched their whole bodies with sweat all the time, leaving traces of sweat on the floating soil as they walked all the way.Chen Wenhong felt distressed when he saw these water stains, but he still gritted his teeth and chased after them.These are the subtlest moments of war, the fleeting moments.Only once, when the team in front was going down the river, he stood by the side of the road and waited, the sky was cloudless and the sun was shining.He suddenly found a little shade under the grass on the side of the road. Just this shade made him feel like drinking sweet spring, and he was cool for a while, so he stretched his feet under the grass, but the grass was too small, what could it hold?He was suddenly annoyed, as if ashamed of the momentary feeling.He rolled up the two loose trousers over his knees again, and rushed into the river with a splash.Due to the large number of people crossing the river, the river has already turned into muddy mud. It has neither coolness nor pleasure.He holds the leading company tightly, and he wants to use this company to bite the enemy first, hold the enemy tightly, and hold on tightly. As long as this is done, he can cast a net for fishing.The desire to fight was indeed like fire, and every cell in his body was burned for it.

Mou Chunguang plunged into the ranks of the rapid march. However, Mou Chunguang's heart was not open, and he was on fire. He asked himself as he walked: "Could it be that the bitter heat in the south has tortured me to death?" He shook his head resolutely. But looking up at the sun, the red sun shone golden, and the light was so aggressive. "Could it be that I'm afraid of the difficulty of marching?" He shook his head more firmly. Mou Chunguang inadvertently wiped sweat from the bottom of his neck, and fell to the ground angrily. However, there was indeed a faint pain in his heart.

The anger between him and Yue Dazhuang is still rising in his soul! However, he thought he was not yet the narrow-minded kind, so he gave away everything he called "personal grudges."He walked ahead with the sharp knife squad. He silently counted the miles they traveled and the river they waded. He felt that there was a bright spot in front of him. Every step he took, he got closer. What is that?That is hope. Once, a reconnaissance staff officer rode back to report to the division commander, and then rode forward again.When he was running along the ranks of the troops, he suddenly saw Mou Chunguang, and quickly reined in the horse;The staff officer didn't come down either, but took out something from his pocket, bent down and handed it to Mou Chunguang. The young staff officer said:

"Mou Chunguang, Doctor Yan asked me to give this to you before going to the lake." When Mu Chunguang saw that it was a letter, he put the letter in the small pocket of his jacket when he was reading it.Looking at the reconnaissance staff officer, he had already galloped away with his whip, and soon disappeared in a cloud of floating heat. Ahead, suddenly gunshots rang out. As soon as they heard the gunshots, people's spirits immediately cheered up.Chen Wenhong ran to the front like a gust of wind, and Mou Chunguang shouted: "The loach has finally been caught!" Chen Wenhong shouted loudly:

"Run! Your company's task is to bite the enemy tightly and not let it get unhooked!" They captured the enemy between Yichang and Dangyang. two The radio is on.Chen Wenhong chose a hilltop with thick bamboo and trees, and set up a command post. Except for a small number of troops on the front to pinch the enemy, he sent two regiments to surround them in a roundabout way.It was known from the captives that two regiments and a security battalion were surrounded.He immediately reported this information to the former finger of the Corps, and soon received a reply from the former finger of the Corps.If Chen Wenhong looked like a man of fire during the pursuit, now he is like an ice man on the battlefield, sternly watching the ever-changing battlefield.He continued to use the phone to understand the situation of the combat troops in front, and then issued new instructions.Without a telescope, the entire battlefield lay before his eyes.The enemy was besieged in a large depression, where there were rice fields, woods, bamboo bushes, and farmhouses, but it was a depression after all, and everything was exposed.The horses pulled the cannons and moved rapidly, billowing dust and smoke. They seemed to have never found a suitable position, and they ran to this side for a while, and then ran there for a while.The two sides facing each other at the front launched a sniper fire attack.The sharp gunshots were like tearing pieces of cloth, crisp and loud.Our artillery fired, and the enemy also fired, and immediately a large cloud of black smoke flew up from the position.Just at this time, the weather changed suddenly, probably because of the thick fog blowing from the Yangtze River.In an instant, the fog covers the sky and the earth, covering everything.Chen Wenhong's heart shrank suddenly. He observed with a telescope, the lens was blurred, the depressions disappeared, and the foggy world seemed to be covered with a layer of black glass. Apart from the flashes of explosions, even the sound seemed thick and heavy. The heavy iron wall wrapped it up, muffled and dumb.

The other party will use the cover of the fog to escape, right? Chen Wenhong urgently called and ordered all the troops to step up the encirclement, division, and annihilation. He sternly exhorted: "If you can't see the target, fight melee!" Unexpectedly, when he was making a phone call, a burst of rapid gunfire erupted at the foot of the hill where he was standing.Our troops retreated suddenly like a low tide.The battle situation is critical! ! !The enemy took advantage of the cover of the fog to launch a counter-charge unexpectedly, disrupting our position and covering their large forces to escape.

The fog became thicker and heavier, and the light suddenly dimmed. Among the troops retreating head-on was Mou Chunguang. He was ignorant, surrounded by the crowd, and ran back quickly without touching the ground.He suddenly looked up and saw Chen Wenhong.Chen Wenhong walked down the small hill step by step. Originally, there was a grove of miscellaneous trees along the hillside to cover his body, but Chen Wenhong didn't come down from there, but from the front of the rocks, facing the enemy.The bullets blossomed here, making all kinds of strange and terrifying whistles, and then burst open, the flying shrapnel fell like a hailstone, and the dense bullets buzzed like locusts.Mou Chunguang woke up suddenly, and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. He fixed his eyes on the teacher, and a burst of thick smoke flew up, and the teacher disappeared. When the smoke cleared, the teacher still walked down the mountain step by step, walking towards him.Mou Chunguang felt infinitely ashamed and almost shed tears.When Chen Wenhong saw Mou Chunguang, not only did he have no intention of reproaching him, but he also looked at Mou Chunguang quickly. His cold gaze and tightly closed mouth filled his whole body with overwhelming power.

Through the fog, Chen Wenhong saw figures rushing towards here from the depression, and he commented on his opponent with admiration. They cleverly chose the timing and made an extremely correct decision... Chen Wenhong just walked towards the enemy's charge step by step like that. He didn't intend for the soldiers to see him, but they all saw him, and saw him advancing step by step towards the charging enemy. At this time, he heard the short and strong Mou Chunguang's cry from his dantian. For a moment, he saw many gleaming white bayonets pointing forward. Big clouds of fog flew like dark clouds.

These gleaming white bayonets clanged. The ebb tide rises again into a higher wave, surges up, hits the past, the spray splashes, and the waves are rough. This is like a struggle between the powers of justice and evil, and the power of justice finally defeated the bravery of evil. three Master Chen Wenhong wiped out two regiments and one battalion of the enemy cleanly and thoroughly. The good news flew to the frontline headquarters of the Corps, and Qin Zhen immediately issued a call: "Seize the opportunity and open the gate to cross the river!" Chen Wenhong led the troops to advance rapidly and left the cleaning of the battlefield to the follow-up troops.They rushed between Jingmen and Shashi, cutting off the enemy's retreat to Shashi in one fell swoop, thus cutting off the connection and support between the two fortresses in the north of the Yangtze River, Shashi and Yichang.

Mou Chunguang has been trapped in deep shame and pain. He is ashamed of not biting the enemy and retreating in the thick fog.When a soldier makes a mistake on the battlefield due to his own mistakes, the mood in which he severely punishes himself is a hundred times, a thousand times more severe than the reprimand and flogging of others.Especially when Chen Wenhong stepped forward step by step at the critical moment of life and death, it was like stepping on Mou Chunguang's heart every time, and his heart couldn't help but ache.Because Chen Wenhong didn't scold him, when he passed by, he only glanced at him briefly, it was a glance that shocked his soul, as if he was questioning him: "Mou Chunguang! Why didn't you bite? I asked you to bite hard, but you didn't bite hard!" When they saw the Yangtze River, they all cheered, but Mou Chunguang didn't cheer or smile. The Yangtze River is white, shining brightly in the sun.It has just passed through the Three Gorges, galloping and roaring, gushing out, the steel-like gray-blue river is whirling and rushing at an astonishing speed, what a majestic and agitated river it is!The river of China's mother.However, at this moment, mother's emotions are so intricate and full of thoughts!Since Pangu created the world, how much milk has shed, and how many blood and tears have shed?She seemed to have no time to change her mood. Fifteen minutes ago, she was still facing the misery, torture, famine, and death in the human world upstream, but now she suddenly saw the vast open sky and clear land, and changed the world.She seemed to be panting, wanting to calm down, even wanting to smile calmly, but she couldn't, the torrent of suffering upstream came rushing in again, so she didn't have time to say hello to her relatives who came from afar, the waves swirled, the waves shone, and drifted away. And when it fell, it seemed to be trembling with anxiety, and it seemed to be trembling with joy. When Mou Chunguang saw the enemy's planes circling at high altitude and the gunboats cruising on the river, a surge of anger surged from the bottom of his heart.He doesn't allow it!Although these things have lost their souls, they still look big, as if they still despise us, despise us, and think that we can do nothing to them. Here is the challenge! Mou Chunguang said in his heart: "The Yangtze River is no longer yours, it is ours, it is ours." He condensed his anger and all kinds of annoyance into one point: he killed the Yangtze River!However, the Yangtze River is like the sea, boundless.He looked up to the sky and saw a few snow-white gulls wandering leisurely.At this moment, how much he envied them, if he could fly across the river with two wings, how wonderful it would be! He suddenly heard a voice, turned his face, and saw Chen Wenhong and an old man with white beards walking and talking, followed by a young woman wearing a bamboo hat and a rough blue cloth with a white patch on the shoulder.When Chen Wenhong saw Mou Chunguang from a distance, he waved and shouted: "Look who's coming?" Everyone rushed over and surrounded them. Chen Wenhong couldn't hold back his joy, and shouted to everyone: "Here comes the one who takes us across the river!" The old man holds a small cigarette pouch with a mottled bamboo pole in his hand, and a cigarette pouch embroidered with blue cloth hangs down from the brass cigarette pot.He stroked his long white beard and said: "I am called the old Yangtze River for hundreds of miles. I sent the Red Army on the river in the early years. In the past few days, the Kuomintang army has been defeated like a mountain. When the mountain collapses, it will commit crimes. In order to prevent you from crossing the river, ships along the river , burning, burning, sinking, day and night, firing guns and shouting, searching boats to arrest people. Thanks to my girl's scheming, she plotted with me, and the boats were destroyed. Whoever sent the army across the river, how many dates did we have? A family of boatmen secretly hid a few boats in the Jianghan Reed Pond, waiting for you descendants of the Red Army." The river wind was rustling, blowing the old Changjiang's white hair and beard fluttering, and his ocher red face was full of vigorous energy, shining with the brilliance of youth.The daughter was silent at the side, and when she heard her father's praise, her slender eyebrows trembled and smiled under the bamboo hat. The ice in Mou Chunguang's heart melted at once. He jumped over with one step full of enthusiasm, grabbed both hands of the old man and said: "Let's cross the river immediately!" "Young man, you have a heart and ambition, let's go! Look, they are all here." Mou Chunguang looked along the hand of the old Yangtze River, and saw a row of large wooden boats rowing along the river. Chen Wenhong issued an order: "The Sixth Company immediately transitions, seizes the beachhead, and covers the army to cross the river!" The commander of the sixth company replied resolutely and loudly: "The sixth company is determined to complete the combat mission of the first ship across the river!" The voice of the commander seemed to come from the heart of Mou Chunguang. Already." He even cast a thankful look at the teacher, because what he hoped for was finally obtained.He immediately assembled the whole squad, and under the command of the company commander, they ran towards the river in one line. As soon as the soldiers stepped on the boat, they suddenly felt that the boat was shaking violently.The vast momentum and strong buoyancy of the Yangtze River seem to be warning and frightening these northerners.To Mou Chunguang's delight, their squad was on the second boat, and Lao Changjiang was at the helm of the second boat.He saw the white-haired and childlike old man observe the wind direction and current speed meticulously and alertly, unbutton his chest and open his chest, revealing his chest as red as copper.He calmly took out a small gourd that was rubbed blood-red from the waistband of his trousers, pulled out the stopper, raised his neck and drank four or five sips of wine, and winked at the soldiers with a smile on his face. Holding the gun and sat down in order, he jumped up and jumped to the stern of the boat like a dragonfly on the water, holding the helm, and the boat immediately plunged into the river, swaying with the waves. It was strange that Mou Chunguang, who was crossing the river for the first time, only heard the hollow sound of the water hitting the wooden boat, but did not see the boat moving forward. It is several miles away from the shore, and even the embankment has disappeared. On the surface of the river, the sun is burning like a flame, and the humid heat is rolled out from the water waves. The enemy has spotted the fleet crossing the river.A plane frantically clings to the unobstructed river, and with a whoosh, it flies past the ship, like a leaf shaken off by the cold wind, before it hits the ground and then spins into the sky.Mou Chunguang held his breath and stared at the second plane closely. He organized the soldiers, but when the plane dived, they fired together. Who would have thought that the time was too short, and before the gunshot fired, the plane was already carrying a string of sparkling guns. The bullets flew down and hit the river surface, like a white dotted line drawn on green paper, and then followed every point of the dotted line to jump into high and high waves.At the same time, all the guns fired at the same time. Under the blazing sun, it was like fireworks exploding. Countless silver and gold dots flickered in the sky. Just as the plane whirled past like a gust of hurricane, the three gunboats that had been hidden in the hazy reflection of the river also came towards the convoy together.However, at this time, our fleet had rushed into the middle of the river, the wind was blowing and the waves were rough, pushing the boat to the top of the high waves, and turning the boat into the deep valley.The six boats with sails raised look like six white gulls flying across the water with their wings slanted from a distance. The sails are inflated by the wind with full sails, and the boats are breaking through the middle of the river!The plane was circling and whining, and a few silver-gray puffs of smoke first appeared on the gunship, and then, the shells exploded around the fleet with a strange whistling sound, and the blasted water column rushed up like a fountain of snow-white color.Suddenly, a piece of shrapnel hit Old Changjiang's chest. Seeing his body shake suddenly, Mou Chunguang secretly called out: "Not good!" Mou Chunguang rushed forward and hugged the old man.The blood splashed all over Mou Chunguang's chest like water sprayed from a pump.The boat lost control and listed terribly, and the waves were about to overwhelm the boat and drown it.The waves were more violent, the wind was stronger, and shells exploded all around. At this critical moment, Old Changjiang suddenly splashed his white beard, broke free from Mou Chunguang's embrace, and threw his whole body on the tiller, his eyes wide open. With stern eyes flashing, Jiang Lang stubbornly wanted to submerge the boat in the rapids and bury people in the belly of the fish.The old Yangtze River used all its strength to straighten its course, and the ship flew across the center of the river to the south bank like an arrow off the string. Old Changjiang was dying. He was weak and his heavy body slid down from the tiller. "father!" The daughter wearing the bamboo hat rushed forward and took over the tiller. The old man's face turned blue and pale. He took one last look at his daughter, wanted to say something, but fell down suddenly.Mou Chunguang shouted tearfully: "uncle!" At this time, the fleet braved the wind and waves, and went straight to the other side, but the sails came down quickly.In the enemy's river fortifications on the shore, they shot fiercely at the troops who broke through the natural danger and fell from the sky like fire. When Mou Chunguang left the cabin, he said half a word to the old Changjiang's daughter: "Unexpectedly, his old man..." Unexpectedly, the young woman was so strong, so she just pushed him into the water and said, "The old man used to say that when he sent the Red Army to the north, he was looking forward to when he would send it to the south. Dad deserves his death!" The gunshots on the bank of the river called Mou Chunguang. When Mou Chunguang stepped into the water, the river recoiled from the bank dam, and the buoyancy was so strong that he almost knocked him over. He quickly jumped up and ran forward.When he was engaged in fighting, he turned his head and glanced towards the river, and he saw the woman wearing a bamboo hat standing alone on the stern of the boat, with her hands stretched out and retracted, retracted and stretched out, pulling the tiller nimbly, turning the boat around, and facing the misty waves Flying away on the vast river waves. Does she carry joy? Does she carry sorrow? However, the daughter of Lao Changjiang did not shed a single tear in front of the soldiers. Four After a fierce fight, the Sixth Company finally seized the beachhead where the army crossed the river. Looking at the smoke and raging fire on the battlefield, many complicated thoughts came to Mou Chunguang's mind at once: the red flags were fluttering on the way to the south, and the gongs and drums were loud; The joyful crowd on the street, all this makes people smile and be so happy; then, the storm, the scorching sun, the pain and troubles of the camping night, the attack of mosquitoes like thunder, mud, sweat, all these are disturbed by the quarrel with Yue Dazhuang. wrapped around him like a mist.He couldn't breathe, but he felt that all this was vague and incomprehensible, only chagrin and pain. The gunpowder smoke gradually dissipated and washed away, but the air was still so pungent and choking, and he felt uneasy for a while.Suddenly, the fading figure of the old Changjiang's daughter reappeared.From the beginning to the end, except when the old man praised her, she smiled with her thin eyebrows, and she said that sentence when he was about to leave.But this sentence is now like holy water washing away the dirt on Mou Chunguang's heart.She, it is she, through the mud, sweat, rainstorm, hot fog, it is she who truly portrays a kind of beauty in southern China. What is she drawing? Suddenly, in Mou Chunguang's mind, the daughter from the far south and the daughter from the far north—his sister Chunyu—melted into one image.He remembered the letter from home that the reconnaissance staff officer handed him, and he wiped the weapon clean and put it on the parapet of the trench.He took out the letter from the small left pocket, the letter was wet with his own sweat, and the letter was stained red with the blood of Old Changjiang.He was leaning against the edge of the trench. For some reason, the fingers of such a stout man were trembling when he opened the envelope. He quickly read the letter from home, which was written by his younger sister Chunyu: Suddenly a warm trickle flowed from his heart, flooding like a spring river, washing away weeds and silt.He read the last sentence again tremblingly, "I am already an excellent tractor driver".But it was in this sentence that the blood of the old Yangtze River was stained red.He felt that he was ashamed in front of the two women, the old boatman's daughter and younger sister—could the boredom and distress these days be just due to the conflict with Yue Dazhuang?No, he is afraid of difficulties, he is afraid of hardships, his will is weak, his spirit is weak: "South! South! I would rather cross an iceberg than fall into a frying pan." This is tormenting him these days, And he didn't dare to face up to his true thoughts. "What kind of hero am I! I'm not as good as two thin women..." He felt ashamed, he was not as good as the daughter of the old Changjiang, and not as good as his younger sister Chunyu.He seemed to see the bright eyes of the two of them staring at him, and he found the real reason why he retreated in the thick fog that day.He slowly put his hands on his head, shedding tears of regret. The company commander's hoarse voice woke him up: "The enemy is counterattacking!" Mou Chunguang wiped away his tears and looked up, the enemy had already pressed to the front of the position, it was a big black area, he could clearly see the faces of everyone walking in front, and hear the footsteps of everyone walking in front clearly.He stared at the cold muzzles of submachine guns held by everyone walking in front, and ran to the company commander: "Company commander! I see a battalion!" "Calm down, come and destroy a battalion! Some people began to move in the trench, and some were about to shoot, but they were all stopped by the company commander's fierce shouts, and the fortification suddenly became silent.The enemy had already made up their minds not to allow the troops across the river to gain a firm foothold. They sent ten times as many people, rolling forward like a black cloud, neither firing nor shouting, but just approaching and approaching the position. Shame and self-esteem are linked, and if self-esteem can be turned into strength, then shame can awaken people.Mou Chunguang felt a particularly great hatred from his awakening, his jaw was clenched tightly, every muscle in his body was like a taut bowstring, and his eyes were sharp and shining.He unscrewed grenade caps one by one with his teeth.The ferocious, wolf-like images of the enemy became clearer and clearer, as if they were panting.Mou Chunguang felt disgusted from the bottom of his heart as if he saw something very dirty.At this moment, the company commander waved his hand, and the machine gun on our position rang out. Mou Chunguang immediately threw a grenade. When he threw the first grenade, he shouted in his heart: "For my father and mother!" He threw the second grenade. When he threw two, he shouted: "For the old Changjiang!" When he threw the third one, he shouted: "For my sister!" When he threw the fourth one, he shouted: "For the daughter of the old Changjiang!" The tears in his eye sockets flowed out, but he didn't wipe them away. He let the thick smoke and tears stick together, and wiped black marks on his face.He just kept throwing the grenade.The frontal enemy stopped suddenly as if the tide was ebbing, and seemed to be hesitating in a sea of ​​flames: should we advance?Back off?Then there was a crisis on the left flank, where the parapet suddenly rose like a black wall, and one by one the enemy jumped into the trench. The company commander yelled: "Second class!" The hoarse voice was particularly shocking at this time.Mou Chunguang led the group of people and ran along the trench.Mou Chunguang suddenly found a thin man with two eyes protruding fiercely from under the steel helmet, who looked like a wild wolf, jumping off the parapet.Mou Chunguang jumped for a distance of one foot, and hugged the man at once. Mu Chunguang's thick body pressed the man under him. stabbed him with the gleaming dagger.Mou Chunguang gritted his teeth and used all his strength to grab the enemy's wrist.At this time, many people inside and outside the trench hugged each other tightly and fought into a ball.Large strands of black smoke flew over the battlefield, and the sun was covered by the black smoke, just like a miserable white circle.The frontal enemy took advantage of the situation and rushed up again. The sound of explosions was shaking and sparks were flickering. This fight was really "sharp arrows piercing the bones, shocking the sand into the face. The host and the guest fought each other, and the mountains and rivers were stunned. The rivers and rivers were analyzed by sound, and the thunder and lightning collapsed." After a fierce duel, Mou Chunguang finally rode on the man, grabbed a submachine gun that was thrown on the ground, and slammed the man's face violently, splashing sticky and hot blood all over his face.After a hand-to-hand fight, the people who jumped into the trench were killed to the bones and blood flowed into rivers.The people behind turned around in fright, and along the slope, some ran and some rolled.Mou Chunguang was ready to kill, jumped up to the parapet, spread his legs apart, put a light machine gun on his chest, shook his whole body, and fired violently.As the left wing breakthrough was blocked, the frontal enemy also fled in embarrassment. Mou Chunguang stared at his blood-red eyes and tried to rush down, but the company commander stopped him. The sun in the west was already a little dim, and the tongues of fire on the battlefield seemed red and shiny.Dead bodies and wounded soldiers were piled up on the uneven ground, and the wounded groaned loudly.Mou Chunguang couldn't hear this kind of voice the most, and he cursed contemptuously.Just at this time, he turned his eyes cleverly and found a target. He immediately ran to the company commander. The company commander was deaf, so he lay on his ears and shouted to hear clearly.The company commander nodded.Mou Chunguang jumped out of the trench nimbly, crawled on the ground like a gecko, and crawled towards a corpse. All the people on the ground stared at him. As soon as he jumped back into the trench, he yelled loudly: "It's a battalion commander with a big head!" Dajiang was dyed a dark red.The soldiers were all like Burning Man, but suddenly they were blown by the cool river wind, and their hearts were so comfortable.Red turns purple, purple turns black, and then night slowly falls.After the fierce battle, the surrounding area seemed particularly quiet, as if even the roar of the Yangtze River had disappeared from the universe.Mou Chunguang felt sore all over. He leaned his back against the wall of the cement fortification and closed his eyes.After an unknown amount of time, he woke up with a start, pondered for a while, and slowly took out the letter from the pocket of his military uniform.At this time, half of the waning moon was dim, and he could no longer recognize the handwriting on the letter paper, but he saw the deep blood stain left on the letter paper by Old Changjiang... Fives After asking for instructions, the former commander of the Corps agreed, and Master Chen Wenhong left the team of the Sixth Company to support the Sixth Company to stick to the beachhead.He led the other two regiments and artillery units to advance eastward along the river and hit Shashi directly. At this time, after destroying the main force of the enemy forces in Jiangbei, the entire army was divided into two groups: one went west to Yichang, and the other went east to attack Shashi.As soon as the front-pointing telegram of the Corps reaches the front, the East and West will run at high speed and start a competition. Facing a decisive battle, Chen Wenhong was steaming all over his body.He hurried forward while grasping the situation.The scout came to him on horseback sweating profusely and reported: "The enemy is trying to blow up the bridge ahead." This is what Chen Wenhong is most afraid of.Because if the bridge blows up, the progress will be delayed, and Shashi cannot be taken before Yichang is taken.He has repeatedly measured it on the military map. From the perspective of distance, if he can't take Shashi first, it can only be his incompetence.But he also soberly expected that the enemy would do everything possible to hinder them, and try to blow up the Shashi dam at the last moment by delaying time.After hearing the scout's report, he immediately ran to the front of the vanguard company and shouted loudly: "Stop advancing!" He got on his horse himself, and went straight for the bridge like a flying arrow. As soon as he got on the bridge, he saw that a pack of explosives had ignited the fuse, and white smoke sizzled from the fuse, and it quickly burned towards the pack of explosives. He jumped off his horse, raised the bayonet he had snatched from a soldier, cut off the squeaking fuse with one swing, and kicked a pack of dynamite into the river with a kick. The company cheered across the bridge like a hurricane. On the flat and wide road, there are rushing infantry on one side and rumbling artillery on the other. A driver in the artillery team stood up from the shaft of the chariot, tightly grasped the dead rope, and flailing his whip wildly, galloped his horse.Six big red horses of one color, after the torment of the storm and the scorching sun, now have flying manes, turned up shoes and sweaty bodies are shining.They dragged the olive-painted cannon barrels, shaking up and down under the bumps of the wheels, as if they were eager to try and show their skills in order to break the depression of not firing for a long time.The mood of this horse and cannon is Yue Dazhuang's mood. Yue Dazhuang, who speaks softly and blushes when he speaks, is a little sullen, why? No, not because of the two conflicts with Mou Chunguang, but the two conflicts did leave scars in his heart and made him sad.In the past few days, he thought carefully back and forth: since he was liberated from the front line of fire, he and Mou Chunguang got along very well, and he liked Mou Chunguang's integrity and loyalty to others.He once commented on others: "This man, at a critical moment, he can stab his comrades in both sides." Unexpectedly, that day when the cannon car was stuck in the mud, he felt angry for a while, so he contradicted Mou Chunguang, and he thought about it afterwards. regret.However, that night of camping, Mou Chunguang was so arrogant and savage, and thinking about it until now, his heart is still clouded and unhappy.However, he is different from Mou Chunguang. He has an active and tenacious spiritual force in his heart, which overwhelms everything. When he thinks about it, he is delighted from ear to ear. That is the joy of returning to his hometown in the south. He is not afraid of the storm, He is not afraid of the burning sun, But this is where he was born! Along the way, he saw a big tree with luxuriant branches and leaves covering it, and he said happily in his heart: "Is there this in the north?" He saw the large bamboo forest rippling in the breeze like a lake of spring water, and said happily in his heart: "Is there this in the north?" Beautiful or not, his hometown is water, he loves everything he looks at, and kisses everything he looks at. Remembering that he was tied up from his hometown, the whole family cried loudly. Later, he suffered countless whips and military sticks.He persevered, and finally became a skilled gunner. He was transported to the Northeast for the iron car, and was enrolled in an art mechanic.In one battle, he raised his hands to the People's Liberation Army, thinking secretly at that time, not knowing what would happen after being captured.How could he have imagined that today he would gallop like this with six horse-drawn cannons and return to his hometown majestically!His heart was pounding, and his eyes were wide open. How simple and touching a soldier's heart is! One road, two torrents, the artillery wants to overtake the infantry, and the infantry hastened to run. Chen Wenhong rode on a black steed, ran to the back to supervise the troops, ran to the front to command the troops, and raised his binoculars from time to time to look into the distance.At this time, the scouts rode over to report again: "The enemy in Shashi seems to be running away!" Chen Wenhong immediately reined in his horse and turned around and shouted: "The vanguard company rushed into Shashi!" .Chen Wenhong followed the scout, whipped his horse and galloped forward.Behind, a small group of staff officers and guards followed closely, submerged in the swirling smoke and dust.The fighting passion is burning and spreading like fire.As soon as they heard the gunshot, the soldiers who couldn't walk behind also rushed forward desperately. A small group of Chen Wenhong ran into Shashi, and he immediately ordered the scouts to lead him to run on the river embankment. He wanted to hug the river embankment with his whole body and protect the river embankment with his whole body.He slammed his heels on the back of the black steed tightly. The horse was like a leading horse in a racetrack. It was drawn in a straight line from head to back to tail. It was no longer running, but soaring.Chen Wenhong leaned forward on the horse, but when he heard the wind in his ears, he was still as anxious as sparks. His whole expression seemed to say: "Seize the embankment, keep the embankment..." He was indeed the first to fly onto the embankment.The black steed ran wildly, hopping and circling a few times before stopping.Chen Wenhong looked at the embankment, the enemy did not have time to destroy the embankment, but they themselves fled in a hurry. The old and dilapidated levee seemed to be laughing. He listened to the bumpy horse and realized that it was the roar of the raging river hitting the dam.When he saw the river water that almost covered the top of the embankment, the sun was shining brightly, and he was talking endlessly, he couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat: How dangerous it would be if the embankment were to explode!At the same time, a triumphant smile flashed across him, "It's all right now, everything is safe and sound."He wished he could hug Jiang Di immediately with his whole body, and hug Jiang Di tightly.At this time, he suddenly heard someone calling him: "Old Chen!" He turned from his horse. Ah, commissar! He immediately jumped off the horse, threw the rein, and strode towards Liang Shuguang. Liang Shuguang and Chen Wenhong grabbed the Shashi River Embankment almost at the same time. Both were out of breath, but filled with unspeakable joy. 其实分手只不过几天，他们却好像很久很久没有见面了。 Chen Wenhong said: “看情形敌人只是些散兵游勇，没什么真正的战斗。” 梁曙光说： “你挑的史保林可真是个杰出的人物。” 当他们两人目光同时转向江面，只见几只舰船正在慌慌张张地满载沙市的敌人向长江南岸逃跑。 陈文洪说：“火速调炮兵，炸沉他们！” 梁曙光说：“那上面肯定有敌人指挥机关。” 炮兵来了。第一个赶来的是岳大壮的那门炮，他们迅速地设好炮位，岳大壮看着自己那细长的炮身朝向江心，他的心情是多么愉快又多么急的啊！像整个长江和天空都在崩裂，一颗一颗炮弹排空而去，爆炸开来。 陈文洪、梁曙光同时听到一个笑吟吟的声音，一看是秦震。 秦震站在那堤顶上，江风呼呼地吹动他敞开的衣襟。他举起望远镜仔细观察，而且高声叫着： “好，中了！打得好哇，着火了！” “嗯，倾斜了！” “嗯，下沉了！” 炮兵还在射击，他扬了一下手，意思是可以停止发射了。然后，他笑着向陈文洪、梁曙光转过身来： “击沉一只，击伤两只。神炮！神炮！” 站在附近的岳大壮听到了兵团副司令的夸奖。他脸上、身上都给烟尘熏得乌黑，白眼球比平时还白，就是这两只眼睛，笑了。笑得那样陶醉，笑得那样动人。