Little Red Army's Long March Chronicle

Author: Li Bai
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Publish Date: 2006-09-01
Features: The mountain is so high that it blocks the sun, and it is so steep that it looks like a wall built with stones. There are many big trees on the mountain, their branches reaching high into the sky, as if hanging on the clouds. On ordinary days, the mountain is extremely quiet. Birds sing, small animals dance, and the mountain stream flowing through the valley is the accompanying music. The old woodcutter, swinging his axe, is like the conductor of the orchestra. The faint, gauze-like mist is like the curtain on the stage, and the deep autumn flowers on the lawn are like beautiful emcee girls. And the gentle mountain breeze drifting from the forest is like a melodious light music. But today, the mountain has changed. The beautiful flowers have been trampled, and the poor birds have sadly the forest. Did a fierce beast come? No, it is the Nationalist white bandit army, ten times worse than beasts, that has occupied the mountain. Look, on the peaks and mid-slopes on all sides, there are groups of white soldiers. Some are hastily digging fortifications, some are cutting down trees on the mountain, and some white soldiers are firing randomly at the foot of the mountain. Where did these white soldiers come from? It turns out they have been chasing the Red Army that broke out of the Soviet area for more than three months. From Jiangxi to Hunan, from Hunan to Guizhou, they allied with the warlord troops in Guizhou and finally managed to encircle the Red Army in this place of Houchang. Think about these past few months, chasing and fighting, blocking and intercepting, but they have not destroyed this Red Army force. Instead, they have been defeated and suffered heavy losses. Now, look at the mountain roads and mountain paths, all blocked by white soldiers. There are white soldiers on every mountain and in every ravine, tightly encircling the Red Army force within a square area of about ten miles. The Red Army soldiers are very tired, with little food and even fewer ammunition. How could breaking out of the white soldiers' encirclement be easier than climbing the sky? The Nationalist white bandit army has a great advantage, and their spirits of discouragement completely disappear. Listen, the white soldiers who have occupied the mountain are not singing ugly songs right now? (II) In the center of the white soldiers' encirclement, there is a small village. Outside the village, many Red Army soldiers are sitting. In the village, the narrow streets are lined with thatched houses, connected one after another. Outside the houses, there are several Red Army soldiers holding rifles and walking back and forth. In the middle, there is a small thatched house with a light on. It is a very simple room, with a narrow bamboo bed the wall, a wooden stool beside the bed, and a small table in front of the stool, on which there are maps and books. Besides these, there is only a small water jar in the corner of the room. Sitting on the bed is a Red Army soldier with long hair, a thin face, pale complexion, and a few small black stubble on his upper lip. He has two big, bright, and dark eyes. He is holding a wooden stick, and the weight of his upper body is supported by it. Beside him is an old man with white hair and worn-out clothes, looking affectionately at the soldier. The old man extends his hands, supporting the soldier's shoulders, and says with great sincerity, "Don't worry, you can get through! You Red Army soldiers are all good people. We poor people have a saying: 'There is a relative on every mountain, and the hearts of relatives are toward the Red Army. Heaven will protect good people!' The Red Army soldier's face shows a smile, and he shakes his head, saying, 'Heaven..."